Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword-Chapter 63 - Goodbye to the Purple Robe

But it increased the consumption of his spiritual power slightly, ensuring that he absolutely couldn’t maintain the Swift Cloud Radiant Step at full power for more than ten minutes.

If he fully mastered the Swift Cloud Radiant Step now, there would only be one result: he would completely disintegrate while running!

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help having palpitations.

Just then, bang, bang, bang—the door was knocked on, followed by a woman’s voice, “Stingy jerk, hurry up and open the door, or this young lady will have to kick it down!”

It was Lin Fuxiang.

Zhou Heng walked over to open the door, only to see her in a pink long dress; she had clearly dressed up, making her look even more stunning and breathtaking.

Zhou Heng felt his heart skip a beat at first glance.

“What is it?” he was a cultivation maniac.

Although continuing to study the Swift Cloud Radiant Step was harmful, he had also only cultivated the Bright Jade Technique to the third level and was very busy.

This detestable rascal took advantage of her in the mine, and now he was acting as if nothing happened?

Lin Fuxiang glared fiercely at Zhou Heng, stifled and not saying a word; it was unclear if it was because of Zhou Heng’s attitude or because she was already upset from before.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t look at me with those pitiful eyes, I don’t have any food for you!” Zhou Heng said with a laugh.

Ever since their trip to the mine, it was as if a door in his heart had opened.

He was no longer as repulsed by Lin Fuxiang as before.

“Are you calling this young lady a puppy?” Lin Fuxiang fumed, raising her delicate hand to strike Zhou Heng.

“Women really shouldn’t be spoiled!” Zhou Heng shook his head, grabbed Lin Fuxiang, pressed her down onto a stone table nearby, and slap!, he smacked her perky buttocks.

Last time, he missed the opportunity to see, but this time he witnessed it clearly.

Lin Fuxiang, due to her position, had her buttocks raised high, stretching the fabric tightly against them.

The round, bulging shape was perfectly displayed.

That slap sent ripples across her buttocks, showcasing remarkable elasticity.

Lin Fuxiang was nearly dying of embarrassment.

Why did this rascal love to spank so much, and yet, she inadvertently kept setting herself up for it?

“The door is still open!” she blurted out seemingly irrelevant words.

Zhou Heng turned around, flicked his fingers, and a gust of wind swept by; the door closed automatically with a bang, followed by an automatic latching of the bolt.

—Martial Artists of the Spirit Gathering Realm could draw upon nature’s spiritual energy to manipulate objects in the void within a few feet.

Lin Fuxiang originally intended to trick him into closing the door and then take the chance to escape.

Yet Zhou Heng, being one step ahead, did not let her plan succeed.

“You rascal, I’m warning you, don’t hit my…in short, you can’t touch a single hair on me anymore!” she shouted loudly.

How embarrassing it was for someone her age to still be spanked!

“Still not behaving!” Zhou Heng lifted his right hand, and smack, smack, smack, he delivered several more slaps, making Lin Fuxiang whimper.

She twisted her little derriere left and right, constantly struggling, swaying out a sexy and enchanting curve.

Zhou Heng felt his body heat up, an odd sensation, as if something was trying to burst out of his body, yet he didn’t know what it was.

His movements slowed down, and the force lightened, more like caressing than spanking.

Lin Fuxiang was initially unaware, but after a while, she noticed the pain was gone.

Before she could feel relieved, she suddenly discovered a devilish hand gently massaging her attractive buttocks.

For a moment, her hair stood on end, ready to scold Zhou Heng, this little pervert, when she found her body entirely soft and powerless, seemingly deeply indulging in his touch.

She was about to cry.

Heaven and earth knew she always preserved her chastity despite being the young lady of the Nine Spirit Sect, surrounded by countless handsome and talented young men, yet she never took them to heart, and none had ever stirred ripples in her heart.

Yet now, she had been won over by a few spankings from this rascal, something she couldn’t accept herself.

If Zhou Heng knew about it, he would probably think of her as a licentious woman!

“You rascal, let go of this young lady this instant!” she said, trying to calm herself, but her tone betrayed her panic.

Only then did Zhou Heng snap out of it, yet the restlessness inside him grew stronger, like a burning evil fire, and he didn’t know how to calm it down.

Spanking Lin Fuxiang could temporarily suppress the evil fire, but the consequence was that it became even more vigorous, like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Knowing this, he couldn’t stop himself.

“Not letting go!” he stated decisively.

Please, one shouldn’t act so righteous when behaving like a rogue!

Lin Fuxiang was on the verge of tears.

If she had known, she would never have dared to approach Zhou Heng alone; now she felt like she had gotten herself into a huge mess!

“You rascal, I won’t dare again; please spare me!” she pleaded, because she didn’t know how much longer she could endure this, feeling as if her body might start burning.

Zhou Heng, unable to let go, slapped Lin Fuxiang’s buttocks again before finally releasing her, asking, “Is there something you need?”

Lin Fuxiang rubbed her bottom; Zhou Heng had really hit her hard earlier and it still hurt.

She gritted her teeth and said, “Your old flame is here!”

Her tone was full of jealousy.

“What old flame?” Zhou Heng had no idea what she was talking about.

“How many old flames do you even have?” Lin Fuxiang was about to explode in anger.

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She had thought him dull and uninteresting, only to find he had unwittingly attracted so many women, a real little pervert!

“Keep spouting nonsense and I’ll continue spanking you!” Zhou Heng didn’t see anything wrong with spanking a woman’s buttocks; after all, it was Kong Aokun who taught him that—the tremendously powerful man had undoubtedly had a huge influence on him.

If only Lin Fuxiang knew, she would undoubtedly cry foul.

Should she even listen to this madman?

“Humph!

Humph!” Lin Fuxiang was fuming, having been spanked by Zhou Heng twice.

Yet, she couldn’t really get angry, as even the slowest to realize should understand by now that she had fallen for this loathsome jerk in front of her.

“Have you really not been trifling with other women?” she asked, jealousy strong in her voice.

Zhou Heng, dumbstruck by her question, didn’t respond but instead pulled her over and continued his onslaught on her buttocks.

“Stop!

Stop!” Lin Fuxiang’s eyes were coquettish, her face blushing, feeling completely weak.

If Zhou Heng hadn’t been holding her, she would have collapsed to the ground, drained of all strength to even stand.

“Explain yourself clearly this time!” Zhou Heng said discontentedly, his lust burning even more intensely upon seeing Lin Fuxiang’s alluring charm, unsure how to vent these growing desires.

“It’s Miss Zi Xing from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion!” Lin Fuxiang finally spit it out, then raised her head, “Do you really not know her?”

“Met her once!” Zhou Heng replied indifferently.

Lin Fuxiang suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

She had seen that purple-robed woman’s beauty, famed as the number one beauty of Cold Blue Country.

While she might not be prettier than her, men are vain, aren’t they?

“What does she want with you?”

“It should be about the Spiritual Body.

I damaged her Spirit Crystal Pillar last time.

She isn’t coming to ask for compensation, is she?

This woman—last time she said no compensation was needed, but now showing up at my door, women indeed can’t be trusted!

Ouch, why are you pinching me?

Want to be spanked again?” While Zhou Heng was speaking, Lin Fuxiang unexpectedly pinched his waist; though it didn’t hurt him seriously, it was still quite painful.

Lin Fuxiang’s eyes were flitting about, her body growing ever more limp, and in a muffled voice, she said, “Just spank me, don’t meet that woman!”

She was sacrificing herself, as the reputation of the purple-robed woman was too big, bearing the title of Cold Blue Country’s number one beauty, which could make countless men bow at her feet!

Zhou Heng was puzzled, wondering why she had just been pleading for mercy but now was provoking him to spank her again?

Women truly are the strangest creatures in the world!

After pondering, he said, “I should meet her anyway.” Since Lin Fuxiang couldn’t escape and there was always time to spank her, he really wanted to know the purple-robed woman’s intentions.

There definitely was a hidden affair!

Lin Fuxiang, frantic, grabbed Zhou Heng’s hand and bit it.

Naturally, the consequences were clear; she was spanked again by Zhou Heng, but unfortunately, her plan failed as Zhou Heng just spanked her once before walking out the door.

She hurriedly followed him, determined not to give Zhou Heng and the purple-robed woman a chance to be alone; she wasn’t going to let the purple-robed woman have the opportunity to spank this little pervert!

The two, one after the other, soon arrived at a beautifully exquisite courtyard.

However, two strong men were guarding the entrance of the courtyard.

Zhou Heng’s eyes instantly narrowed—these were indeed two genuine experts of the Spirit Gathering Realm!

While Martial Artists of the Spirit Gathering Realm were not too uncommon within the Nine Spirit Sect, using them as mere gatekeepers indicated how significant their master must be.

The background of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion really was powerful!

Zhou Heng cupped his fists and introduced himself, “I am Zhou Heng!”

“So it’s Young Master Zhou.

Please come in; the lady has been waiting for you for a long time!” The two men returned the gesture, one of them turned to open the gate and gestured for them to enter.

Seeing Lin Fuxiang was also entering, the two men initially wanted to stop her, but seeing the slight smile on Zhou Heng’s face, they immediately withdrew their objections.

Lucky for them they didn’t, otherwise Lin Fuxiang would have exploded—she was the daughter of the head of the Nine Spirit Sect, wasn’t it too presumptuous of them to act so domineering?

Upon entering the courtyard, they saw a purple-robed woman sitting in the gazebo, back turned to them, her figure graceful like a descended fairy, emanating an ethereal aura.

“Young Master Zhou, Miss Lin, please take a seat!” The purple-robed woman turned around, a charming smile on her face.