I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 130. The First Step to Becoming a Demon: Slay He Jianzhu.

surface.

The golden light receded, and the woman's body solidified in an instant.

Everyone present noticed that the spiritual pressure was suddenly drained, and wisps of spiritual energy flowed into the woman's brow.

Just as the woman's body, now fully solidified, was about to fall to the ground, Xia Feng snapped out of his daze and quickly reached out to catch it.

The woman wore a simple, unadorned black dress, her silver hair dancing wildly in the air, and her serene and gentle face bore a resemblance to Mu Qingtong.

For a moment, Xia Feng had the illusion that this was Mu Qingtong.

However, compared to Mu Qingtong, He Jianzhu's eye bags are slightly more prominent, adding a touch of maturity.

The most obvious difference is that this woman has a beauty mark at the corner of her right eye, which, with the slight tremor of her eyelid, resembles a tear about to fall, captivating the eye.

Woo—

Just as Xia Feng was secretly observing, her trembling eyelashes stopped, and she suddenly raised them. Her pale golden pupils stared calmly at Xia Feng, and her voice was gentle: "You've come."

Xia Feng felt a sudden tightness in his scalp and blinked.

"Child, can you put me down first?"

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Xia Feng quickly let go, and He Jianzhu gently landed on the ground.

She looked up and around, her gaze falling on the spirit flesh fruit tree not far away.

She raised her hand, and the holy liquid surrounding the base of the fruit tree instantly gathered in the air and flew towards her hand.

Ten milliliters of golden liquid hung in the palm of the hand, constantly twisting and changing, finally turning into a small, irregular, golden particle that fell into the palm.

She extended her hand, slightly lifting her eyelids: "Take it."

"Huh?" Xia Feng was a little confused, but he only paused for a moment before quickly reaching out to catch it.

Although he didn't know why He Jianzhu was so kind to him, he figured he might as well take the Holy Elixir.

This is good stuff.

"Why cut the candle."

Mu Qingtong flashed and appeared beside Xia Feng, her beautiful eyes fixed on the gentle woman in front of her who looked extremely similar to her.

The gentle woman turned her head slightly, her golden eyes fixed on the woman in the black dress, then tilted her head with a puzzled look: "Little girl, who are you? Why do you look so much like me?"

He Jianzhu was able to see through Qing Tong's mask and see through Mu Qing Tong's true appearance.

Mu Qingtong did not answer, but slowly approached step by step until she was less than half an inch from He Jianzhu's chest.

Two pairs of nearly identical golden eyes met, and Mu Qingtong calmly raised her hand—a sharp dagger instantly pierced He Jianzhu's heart!
Xia Feng's pupils suddenly dilated behind him.

Those who couldn't hear the sound from further away dared not approach, and were even more horrified when they saw this.

Fortunately, He Jianzhu was only a spirit. The knife pierced through her back. She looked down calmly at the slender hand that had pierced her heart, then slowly raised her head, her eyes, with their beauty mark, curving slightly. She smiled faintly and said, "My dear daughter, are you courting death?"

With a swish, Mu Qingtong calmly withdrew her hand.

"Tsk~" She shook her head helplessly, "So it really isn't the original form."

He Jianzhu raised his hand, his icy palm touching the woman in the black dress's exquisite face, gently stroking it, his gaze warm and smiling: "My dear daughter, are you going to kill your mother?"

Mu Qingtong ignored her question and instead asked in confusion, "Then, what number are you, He Jianzhu?"

"What number is He Jianzhu? I am your mother, He Jianzhu~" The woman in the plain dress spoke in a gentle and soft voice, "My dear daughter, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Are you going to—murder your mother?" She leaned forward slightly, her stunningly beautiful face less than half an inch away from the woman in the black dress, her gaze intense.

Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, still not responding to her words.

The two stared at each other, and the scene fell into a deathly silence.

Xia Feng, whose brain had completely shut down, stood at the back, holding his breath and not daring to breathe loudly.

Damn it, Mu Qingtong, you said you were here to find out the truth about your mother's death, didn't you?
So you're just making sure your mom isn't dead, and then you're going to finish her off?

"Good, good, it has to be you, Mu Qingtong!" Xia Feng was extremely impressed. He could only say that she truly deserved to be called the World-Destroying Demoness. The first step to becoming a demon was to kill He Jianzhu!
Thinking of this, Xia Feng suddenly recalled a conversation he had with Mu Qingtong before entering this calamity:
"By the way, where is your father?"

"I have no father."

Mu Qingtong said she had no father.
These four words are quite ingenious. Xia Feng subconsciously imagined the terrifying scene of Mu Qingtong chopping off her father's head with a single stroke.

No, that's not right either. Mu Qingtong must have had a reason for wanting to kill He Jianzhu. That reason might be—He Jianzhu killed her own husband?
Xia Feng's imagination ran wild, but then he felt something was off. Would an arrogant woman like Mu Qingtong, who viewed all living beings as ants, really think about avenging her father?
Obviously not.

After all, in her eyes, even her father was probably just an ant with whom she shared a blood relationship.

Xia Feng secretly tried to guess Mu Qingtong's thoughts.

"Oh well, I don't have time to argue with an unfilial daughter like you." The woman in the plain dress shook her head, snorted, and her beautiful eyes lingered as she tilted her head to look Xia Feng up and down. She smiled gently.

"Child, do you know who I am?"

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Who are you? Who else could you be, He Jianzhu?
Hmm, are you asking about my relationship with her? Xia Feng blinked and said sincerely, "Mother-in-law?"

"?" He Jianzhu was stunned, seemingly not expecting this answer at all.

She blinked her beautiful eyes, looking thoughtfully at Mu Qingtong, and asked doubtfully, "Is he you?"

"Fiancé," Mu Qingtong said calmly.

"..." He Jianzhu remained silent for a long time, seemingly very surprised. "Interesting, but it's also good."

She stared at Xia Feng and smiled. "It seems you still don't know who I am."

"Huh?" Xia Feng was a little confused. This woman was acting strangely. "So who are you?"

"Alright, enough with the chit-chat. I have something for you." With that, He Jianzhu lightly tapped Xia Feng's brow with his index finger.

Xia Feng's expression stiffened slightly. He was about to dodge when he found that he couldn't move at all.

"Don't move~" He Jianzhu's voice was gentle.

Xia Feng's eye twitched slightly, and he asked in confusion, "So, who are you? You haven't answered me yet."

"Shh~" He Jianzhu put her index finger to her lips, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents, "Child, be good, don't talk, okay?"

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Xia Feng cursed inwardly. Mu Qingtong was right when she said this woman liked to be a riddle-maker!

Yuanzhou and Fangkuai Si stood under the Spirit Flesh Fruit Tree, gazing into the distance. Although they didn't know what the man and two women in the distance were talking about, they could tell they were discussing something extremely terrifying.

They first saw Plum Blossom wanting to completely kill the terrifying woman, but unexpectedly, she couldn't kill her, so they gave up. Meanwhile, the terrifying woman was still smiling gently, chatting and laughing with the man about something.

Finally, she even made a shushing gesture at the man, smiling broadly, seemingly up to no avail.

"Brother, tell me, what level of cultivation does that man possess?"

"At least a Venerable One, but I think the probability of him being a seventh-order Sage is higher." The man watching TV looked solemn.

"A sage?" The gothic lolita stroked her chin, her little face filled with excitement. "Then do you think he might be an eighth-tier being?"

"Stop messing around." Square Four clicked his tongue. "There are only a few eighth-tier humans. Who has the time to come here and wander around?"

"That's true. After all, this man is Plum Blossom's male servant. How could an eighth-level expert be willing to be his servant?"

"Wait!" Square said expressionlessly. "Even a seventh-tier sage wouldn't willingly become a servant!"

"How could there not be? We've seen it now!" The Gothic Lolita's eyes lit up. "Brother, use your imagination! Do you think that Miss Plum Blossom might step on that man's face at night and play with him wantonly? Tsk tsk, playing with a seventh-order sage, just thinking about it is exciting!"

"Hehe, stop provoking us. Look at the sky, a bunch of idiots are coming down."

Gothic Lolita followed Square Four's gaze.

In the distance, thirty streaks of fire could be seen swooping down toward the amusement park at incredible speed.

Soon, the thirty streaks of fire came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, revealing their true forms.

There were thirty young men, their expressions mocking as they scanned the area below, but they soon realized something was amiss.

"Huh? Where's the tentacle monster?"

"What tentacle monster? That's Miss Jianzhu, the little beauty I'll be favoring in the future~~"

"Forget about the pretty girl, this woman is gone!"

"Look down there, are there seven people left?"

Everyone looked over and noticed seven people under the Spirit Flesh Fruit Tree. Five of them were lying on the ground, looking terrified, and there was no spiritual pressure fluctuation on their bodies.

The remaining two people were standing, one of whom had a black and white television set balanced on his neck, making him particularly conspicuous.

Neither of them had any spiritual pressure fluctuations, and they looked weak as they leaned against the tree trunk.

The people in the sky exchanged glances.

The blond man, wearing floral shorts and a wide-open pink shirt, chuckled lightly. "Let's go, everyone. Let's go down and take a look. Anyway, the God of the Sky is here to cover us."

"Let's go!"

"Huh? I think I saw a little girl! Hehehe~"

The group began to excitedly dive downwards, quickly approaching the surface.

Only then did they notice that there were two women and a man standing some distance away from the Spirit Flesh Fruit Tree.

The woman in the black dress and the man in the white shirt faced them; they were unremarkable in appearance.

The silver-haired woman with her back to them looked stunning, even just from her silhouette.

The man in the pink shirt's eyes lit up. "That woman is mine now. The rest are yours to do as you please."

He grinned, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked towards Xia Feng and the other two.

"Hehe, I've never eaten a TV-shaped man before! I'll try it today." A bald man's eyes lit up as he rubbed his hands together and walked towards Square Four. "This handsome young man is mine, don't try to take him from me!"

"Then I'll take this little girl." A man in a suit stared at Yuan Zhou Shu under the tree with great interest.

The thirty young people quickly distributed the food and went about their business.

However, the seven people under the tree showed no signs of tension. The five third-tier spiritual masters, whose spiritual pressure had been drained, had calm expressions that were somewhat strange.

Yuan Zhou and Fang Kuai Si both stared coldly at the twenty-odd people who had gathered around them, their gazes indifferent as if they were looking at dead people.

The man in the pink shirt, accompanied by three of his men, strolled leisurely toward the three people in the distance.

However, as he got closer, he had a strange feeling that the silver-haired woman's back looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

Could it be one of those noble ladies I've had my way with? He wondered, then approached and chuckled, "Excuse me, gentlemen~"

(End of this chapter)