I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 116. You are strong, but not strong enough!
Xia Feng's empty black pupils lit up with scattered golden fragments of light. Mu Qingtong's illusory spirit suddenly shoved in front of his face, and after a moment of distortion, it was about to be sucked into his eyes.

But Mu Qingtong did not give in so easily. Her spirit twisted and collapsed, then suddenly reassembled, repeatedly trying to hold on but failing to penetrate.

After becoming a spirit, Mu Qingtong's cheeks were somewhat ethereal and translucent, but her facial expression was still clearly visible, and a rare expression of embarrassment and annoyance appeared in her eyes.

Although Xia Feng looked somewhat tired, his gaze remained calm as he looked at the woman's beautiful face so close to his. A slow, smirk played on his lips, and his eyes gradually hardened into a haughty, disdainful look.

"Miss Mu, I must admit, you are indeed very strong, but not strong enough!"

"!!!" Mu Qingtong's pale golden pupils dilated and contracted. Xia Feng's arrogant declaration was like a deafening hammer blow to her heart.

She suddenly felt a little breathless. It was true... this fellow human was really good at stirring up and provoking her emotions!
But did he think he had won?

Mu Qingtong suppressed her rising desire to conquer this fellow human and quickly calmed herself down. She knew that understanding, defeating, and controlling one's own kind would always encounter obstacles.

But it doesn't matter, Mr. Xia, you will eventually bow down to me! Mu Qingtong's gaze was obscure as she began to resist the strange space's absorption with all her might.

Seeing that the spirit was still resisting, Xia Feng ignored her and instead pulled her body off his lap and held her in his arms.

Beneath her long, silver-white hair, her cool, serene face held a captive gaze that had previously held an imposing air, now frozen behind her half-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses. Her exquisite features resembled a perfect doll, completely at the mercy of others.

Xia Feng's lips curled into a wicked smile as he reached out and patted her bouncy little face, but she didn't react at all.

"what you do!"

A clear, rebuking voice rang out beside him, and the spirit of the woman in the black dress glared at him.

Xia Feng looked up and met her gaze, smiled slightly, and in front of the spirit, he extended his index finger and pressed it against her lower lip.

Mu Qingtong: "!!!"

Xia Feng gripped her chin, gently pinching and lifting it, causing her soulless body to open her red lips.

"Miss Mu, guess what I'm going to do next?" Xia Feng deliberately smiled wickedly.

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A series of obscene images flashed through Mu Qingtong's mind, and she couldn't hold back any longer. "Xia Feng! How dare you—"

She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence because she saw Xia Feng forcefully stuff a blueberry-like fruit between her red lips.

That's a Spirit-Infused Fruit!
Xia Feng raised his eyes and chuckled mockingly, "What was Miss Mu thinking just now?"

Mu Qingtong: "."

Seriously, I really want to beat him up! Mu Qingtong couldn't take it anymore; she felt uncomfortable if she didn't hit Xia Feng for even a minute!
"Why are you giving me this!" she said coldly and unhappily. "I already said I don't need it."

Compared to her, who possesses a spiritual artifact, Xia Feng clearly needs the Spirit Infusion Fruit more.

"You don't need it?" Xia Feng glanced at him sideways. "You can't even beat me, what right do you have to say you don't need it?"

"!!!"

Her fist hardened! Mu Qingtong said coldly, "The outcome is not yet decided. You wait and see."

"Oh." Xia Feng responded indifferently, ignoring the spirit Qing Tong and instead looking down at the physical Qing Tong.

The translucent, azure-blue spirit fruit was placed between her delicate red lips, but it was not absorbed.

Xia Feng frowned slightly, then forcefully poked his finger inside. Instantly, he felt the Spirit Infusion Fruit transform into a warm spiritual stream, melting in Mu Qingtong's mouth.

[Mu Qingtong consumed a Spirit Infusion Fruit and absorbed it perfectly. Your mental strength has increased by 3 Soc.] [Current Mental Strength: (26+3)29]

[Vermilion Bird Demon Armor Blessing: Briefly enters Tier 3, gains a 10 Soc boost, temporarily possesses 39 Soc]

Under normal circumstances, spiritual power increases slightly with the increase of spiritual pressure, and increases significantly with the advancement of spiritual pressure.

According to statistics released by the Empire, the mental strength of ordinary people and novice spiritual masters generally fluctuates between 1 and 5 Soc.

For a first-tier spirit master, the value will fluctuate between 10 and 20.

The second-order fluctuation is 20~30.

Third-order 30~40.

Starting from the fourth tier, the level of life evolves, and mental strength also experiences a significant leap, generally fluctuating between 40 and 300.

Fifth order: 300~1000.

After consuming the Spirit Infusion Fruit, coupled with the boost from the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor, Xia Feng's mental strength has now reached 39, approaching the level of the fourth rank.

Even so, he couldn't resist Mu Qingtong's control over the spiritual artifact. He estimated that even at the fourth level, he would be forcibly controlled by Mu Qingtong under the pressure of the third level spiritual artifact for a few seconds.

This is obviously very unsafe. In his experience, there are three skills in the Alpha-level Spirit Artifact Unraveling stage.

Currently, Mu Qingtong has only demonstrated two skills: hypnosis and manipulation. Who knows what her third skill is?

Furthermore, after the Spiritual Liberation stage, there is also the Holy Liberation stage, and it should be noted that the Holy Liberation stage also has three skills.

However, achieving Saintly Understanding is extremely troublesome. Xia Feng still doesn't know how to achieve it, and he guesses that Mu Qingtong is also unable to achieve it.

However, to prepare for the worst and prevent being tricked by this evil witch in the future, Xia Feng felt it was imperative to enter the Evil Dragon Space to enhance his spiritual power!

The second stage of the demonic energy in the Heart of Calamity is the Touch of Calamity, which can convert the absorbed Calamity Liquid into its own spiritual power.

Compared to searching for rare and hard-to-find Spirit Fruits, consuming the spiritual liquid within Miss Evil Dragon's body is clearly more cost-effective.

As he pondered, the woman in the black dress lying on his lap had a purple light shining from between her brows again, and countless strange, faceted crystals emerged from there.

The moment the light spread, Xia Feng groaned. He discovered that the spiritual pressure within his body was suddenly blocked and sealed within his soul, unable to dissipate even a little bit, and he couldn't even provide the spiritual pressure needed to support the operation of the spiritual artifact.

Whoosh—the twisting and struggling spirit Qing Tong suddenly retreated back into her physical body, her frozen expression instantly coming to life.

Her golden eyes widened in annoyance, and she clenched her teeth tightly.

Xia Feng's fingertip bled, and as he bent over with a groan, he suddenly pulled out his index finger, then quickly flipped over, grabbed her right wrist, and pinned her down.

The amethyst between Mu Qingtong's eyebrows seemed to release a silent domain, sealing the spiritual pressure of Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong herself within it.

Xia Feng couldn't help but wonder what this thing was, that it could not only provide Mu Qingtong with immense spiritual pressure, but also seal it.

The thought flashed through Xia Feng's mind, and he paused for a moment, as if he had just realized something. "Miss Mu, you've been conducting experiments all this time. Could this amethyst be the result of your experiments?"

The woman in the black dress had her right hand pinned above her head. Her wet, silver hair was scattered on the ground like a blooming silver flower in the snow. Her delicate, sweaty face calmly lifted his eyes. Suddenly, she hooked her legs around his knees and flipped him over with great force, pinning him down on top of her!
Xia Feng's expression changed, and he tried to slide off the ground with his heels, but Mu Qingtong quickly grabbed his lower body with an extremely strange locking posture, and his wrists were also locked above his head.

Mu Qingtong leaned down, her exquisite face only half an inch away from Xia Feng's. Her golden eyes held an undisguised arrogance, and her silver-haired, damp lips parted softly: "Beat me, and I'll tell you."

(End of this chapter)