Eating, Sleeping, and Smacking Butts

Mu Chen had always been easygoing, but even Buddha could lose his temper.

With anger boiling inside him, how could he possibly go easy on Wu Yingying?

After capturing Wu Yingying alive, Mu Chen roughly hauled her across his lap and spanked her, his palm striking her full bottom without the slightest restraint.

"Smack, smack, smack!"

His movements were as **** as they were merciless.

At first, Wu Yingying cried out in pain and cursed him as "Zhou Yuan, you lecher!" But eventually, she bit down on her red lip and endured in silence, refusing to beg for mercy.

After punishing her for several minutes, Mu Chen found it dull and stopped.

He glanced down at the beautiful girl in red, with her lovely face and figure, sprawled across his thigh in an extremely awkward position. Tears filled her eyes as she sobbed soundlessly.

Full, crystalline teardrops kept spilling from the corners of her eyes and sliding down her cheeks.

At last, they fell one by one to the ground and sank into the soil.

"Uh..."

Mu Chen scratched his head, flustered as he hurried to let the girl go.

If Wu Yingying had kept cursing him, he would never have softened.

But... women crying were his weakness. He had no experience dealing with it at all.

The spicy-tempered little chili pepper had turned into a wilted little green pepper.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Mu Chen was about to release the beauty on his lap, a flash of cold light appeared.

Wu Yingying no longer looked like a beauty shedding tears, so pitiful that anyone would want to comfort her. She lifted her delicate chin, stopped crying, and pulled a snow-white dagger from her clothes, stabbing at him.

The massive Crescent Moon Blade gifted to her by Heavenly King Wu had been knocked away and she hadn't retrieved it yet. This was another weapon she had summoned from the spatial Spirit Artifact she carried.

"Lecher, I'm the one who should have won!"

Wu Yingying smiled through her tears, gripping the snow-white dagger as she lunged straight for Mu Chen's heart.

"I knew you wouldn't behave."

To the pretty girl's shock, Mu Chen merely shook his head, looking as if he'd expected this all along. He casually slapped the dagger away as she stared at him in terror.

"Ah! If you've got the guts, kill me!"

Wu Yingying screamed, then seemed to give up and slumped in defeat.

"There's no need for that. But..."

"Lecher, what are you doing? Don't come any closer!"

Mu Chen smiled. Amid the girl's struggles, cries, and mortified fury, he stripped off all her clothes right there and tossed her into the nearby river.

"Here, you can have your token back."

"I never change my name, whether I'm standing or sitting. I'm Zhou Yuan of Bailing. If you've got the guts, come find me on the Hundred Spirit Continent. If I hide from you, I'll stop being a Zhou!"

Mu Chen tossed the token into the river too, then walked away, thoroughly satisfied.

Splash! Water burst up from the river.

A fair-skinned beauty leaped from beneath the surface, raised a slender hand, and caught the Blood-Colored Token flying toward her. Her lovely face was by turns angry and delighted.

At least that guy had some conscience. He hadn't forgotten to return my token.

Wu Yingying hid most of her delicate body underwater, leaving only her head above the surface. She gazed at the direction where the white-clad youth had vanished, lost in thought.

"Ah! Zhou Yuan, I'm going to kill you!!"

The next moment, an enraged roar rang out along the riverbank.

Wu Yingying lowered her head and stared in disbelief. The more than one hundred points she had painstakingly saved up over the past month had somehow already been wiped out by the lecher she'd been cursing.

"Heh, heh, heh..."

In the distance, His Highness the Heir cheerfully hummed a tune as he walked away, growing farther and farther.

The Spiritual Road was rife with danger, with deadly traps lurking at every step.

Aside from the human prodigies who hunted one another, all sorts of powerful mid- and high-level spirit beasts roamed the area. The strongest could rival Divine Soul Realm martial artists.

For the youths of the Great Thousand World, whose spiritual power did not exceed the Spirit Movement Realm, even cultivating the highest Level 9 Spirit Body would probably not let them withstand a single strike from a high-level spirit beast.

That was why the Five Great Academies had established several sanctuaries in five different locations, where human prodigies could rest and be protected from spirit beasts.

Of course, their use was strictly limited by time and number of visits.

Mu Chen, however, had never once entered a sanctuary.

Over the past half year, he had hunted relentlessly day and night. The points in his Blood-Colored Token had quickly passed eight hundred and were closing in on a thousand.

Spirit beasts, spirit plants, and human prodigies competing alongside him were all targets for his hunts.

Once he set his sights on someone, he had never failed.

A towering mountain peak pierced the clouds, shrouded in mist all year round like a fairyland.

A white-clad youth emerged from the dense forest. His eyes shone brightly as he climbed without pause, his steps swift. In moments, he had disappeared from sight.

Halfway up the mountain lay a ravine with no stream.

Amid the expanse of withered yellow, a flash of crimson stood proudly, swaying in the wind.

The vibrant red plant brimmed with spiritual energy. Its stem was long and gave off a strange fragrance.

Its leaves were emerald green, translucent as jade.

At the top sat a large, plump fruit, about the size of an egg.

"Found it. The Red Cloud Crimson-Refining Fruit!"

When Mu Chen reached his destination, his eyes lit up. The long journey over mountains and ridges had been worth it.

The Red Cloud Crimson-Refining Fruit was a fire-type spirit plant that could strengthen the body and amplify spiritual power.

On the Spiritual Road Plane, where spiritual power was forbidden, its greatest use was to strengthen the body and raise one's Spirit Body level.

This was Mu Chen's chance to break through from a Level 4 Spirit Body!

With an opportunity right before him, he didn't let the treasure cloud his judgment.

In the Great Thousand World, where heavenly treasures grew, powerful spirit beasts were always there to guard them.

Standing outside the ravine, Mu Chen flicked his finger, sending a small pebble hurtling through the air.

If it struck its target, the nearly ripe spirit fruit would be smashed to pieces.

Bang! A mysterious black shadow flashed past, and the pebble exploded into dust in midair.

A whip? No, it was clearly a long, strange tentacle.

"Roar!"

Before Mu Chen could make out what had appeared, a beast's roar rang out and the ground shook.

Soon, a vicious beast about half a person tall appeared before him.

Its main body resembled a full-grown lion, with a golden mane and a powerful, imposing build.

Yet its body was covered in strange tentacles, seven or eight of them in all, each about a zhang long.

At the end of every tentacle was a gray-white snake head, shaped like an inverted triangle and flicking its tongue.

From time to time, they hissed as they flicked their tongues. They were all alive.

Lion, octopus, and venomous snake—the bizarre combination had given rise to the fearsome name of the Lion-Bodied Snake-Dancing Beast. Once fully grown, it was a mid-level spirit beast.

"A Level 5 spirit beast, one level higher than my Spirit Body."

Mu Chen carefully inspected the guardian beast and quickly reached his judgment.

The Lion-Bodied Snake-Dancing Beast was fully grown and could fight a mid-stage Spirit Wheel martial artist.

It had guarded the Red Cloud Crimson-Refining Fruit day and night without moving an inch.

Clearly, it was waiting to swallow the fruit once it ripened and advance to the late stage of the Spirit Wheel. It was extremely vigilant.

"Roar! Roar!"

The Lion-Bodied Snake-Dancing Beast crouched low, roaring again and again to warn off anyone who tried to approach.

Mu Chen was troubled.

Over the past half year, he had only managed to hunt a few Level 4 spirit beasts, the mid-level spirit beasts comparable to early-stage Spirit Wheel experts. He wasn't confident he could handle a huge beast on the verge of reaching the late stage of the Spirit Wheel.

Besides, the beast had thick skin and tough flesh, and all its weak spots were on its belly.

Unless he could knock it flying and launch it into the air, most attacks would be useless.

This was going to be tricky!

P.S. Yesterday, my Qidian side recommendation surged by 200, but today it dropped back to the usual 40 or so.

I'm guessing some readers sent recommendation-ticket red packets. You really don't need to do that.

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As far as I know, quite a few editors advise authors against sending red packets during the free period, and some even strictly forbid it.

So I appreciate the thought, guys, but there's really no need to send any.