I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 292. Evil Mark
The candied hawthorn berries are very sweet.

Each summer maple leaf can be savored for three minutes.

Sweet icing covered the dragon god's aloof lips, perfect jawline, and elegant slender neck.
After eating about ten candied hawthorns, Xia Feng was finally tired. He leaned lazily against the Dragon God and moved on to the next topic:
“Lord Dragon God, in fact, besides the Origin Water, I have also discovered another Origin-type divine object.”

Di Si's chest heaved, a few strands of soft hair clinging to her beautiful face, damp with sweat. She breathed heavily for a while before narrowing her vertical pupils and speaking in a disdainful voice: "Speak."

"I didn't see its exact appearance, but its name is Origin Soil."

Xia Feng gave a brief explanation of the Wheel of Life.

According to the rules, the Spirit Master with the highest HP during the Advanced Sacrifice phase will receive an additional reward of Origin Soil.

The fact that Origin Soil is awarded as a separate prize for the champion must mean it's something extraordinary.

"Only names?"

Di Si frowned and shook her head. "If there is only a name, I cannot judge its function. Origin-type divine objects are ancient divine objects that were born with the world. Over millions of years, they will split into various forms and give birth to many names."

"I only discerned the effects of that Origin Water the moment I saw it. Long ago, it was known by more than a dozen names, such as 'Longevity Liquid,' 'Origin Dew,' and 'Array-Dissolving Fruit.'"

"As for the Origin Soil you mentioned, the only ones I can think of are 'Hope Soil' and 'Divine Source Soil,' but these two divine objects disappeared when I was still alive, so it's probably unlikely."

After listening to the Dragon God's explanation, Xia Feng stroked his chin and nodded. Although he didn't know the function of the Origin Soil, as long as it was an Origin-type divine object, collecting it would be the right thing to do.

It might be very helpful in finding the origin egg.

According to the Dragon God, the dragon race has existed since ancient times. Unlike the numerous human race, the dragon race has an extremely low success rate in reproduction and is very rare.
Therefore, in order to prevent the extinction of their race, over the long years, the dragon race gradually evolved into a race with high desires. As they enter maturity, this desire to reproduce becomes so strong that it can devour and affect their will. Only after they reproduce offspring will this state gradually subside.

As an important divine object that can give birth to the next generation without the need for male-female fertilization, the Origin Egg should have very strong protective measures. Even if the dragon race were to become extinct, it would not allow the Origin Egg to become extinct.

While pondering, Xia Feng felt that it was about time to return to the real world.

He stood up, pressing on the woman's shoulder, and stepped back respectfully, saying, "Lord Dragon God, if there are no other instructions, I will return now."

Di Si paused, then pursed her lips: "Is there something urgent outside?"

"Hmm, not really." Xia Feng thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Then why are you in such a hurry?"

"Lord Dragon God, I've been here for over an hour," Xia Feng said helplessly.

"Huh? Has it really been that long?"

The woman in the star-patterned dress turned her face away, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed; she clearly felt that only a few minutes had passed.

"Then...human, will you come again tomorrow?" Her pale, vertical pupils gleamed, concealing a barely perceptible hope.

"Of course I'll come." Xia Feng smiled, cupped his hands respectfully, and said in a deep voice, "Tomorrow I will need the Dragon God to work hard and help me further suppress the witch's evil power."

"It's not hard work," Di Si said softly, pursing her lips. She paused, tossed her playful dragon tail aside, tiptoed, and whispered...

"Alright, human, you may step aside."

*
When Xia Feng returned to his physical body, he found the woman in the black dress staring at him with her pale golden eyes.

"What, Miss Mu, are you captivated by my good looks?" Xia Feng raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Spying on me like this while I'm not around?"

Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and said calmly, "Mr. Xia, you have a problem."

"I do have many questions, such as, Miss Mu, what exactly is your Saintly Understanding ability?"

Mu Qingtong ignored him and continued, "One hour, thirteen minutes, and fifty-nine seconds. Does this deity have so much to tell you?" She had long found it strange. More than a month ago, when Mr. Xia went to see the deity, it was the same. The meeting would last for at least half an hour, as if the deity had endless things to say. Something was very wrong.

Although Mu Qingtong did not believe in gods, she knew that even a Star God's agent would normally only see their own Star God once a year.

Someone like Xia Feng definitely has a problem, and a big problem at that!

Mu Qingtong quickly went through several guesses in her mind, and then she came to a terrible conclusion that she found hard to accept and even a little annoying!
“Mr. Xia, I think we should have a serious talk.”

Seeing the woman in the black dress with such a serious expression, Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, then his heart skipped a beat. "Hiss—could it be that she has guessed about my affair with Miss Evil Dragon?"

Huh? That doesn't seem right either. If I guessed it, I guessed it. What's there to panic about? Xia Feng quickly calmed himself down.

Moreover, now that his engagement with Mu Qingtong has been dissolved, there's even less reason for him to panic!
"Mr. Xia, have you been violated by a deity?" Mu Qingtong asked, suppressing her emotions, expressing her suspicions.

"what?"

Xia Feng was stunned. This guess couldn't be said to be wrong, but it couldn't be said to be right either.

Xia Feng was more inclined to believe that he had blasphemed the Dragon God, even though he was mostly in a passive position.
"Why would you think that?" Xia Feng asked, puzzled.

"Just tell me if my guess is right or wrong."

"No way." Xia Feng rolled his eyes. "A god violating a human like me? You're really thinking too much. There's no way that's possible."

Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes and said in a deep voice, "There is a great calamity in the Nightmare Clan named the Flower-Feasting Calamity. She advanced to the Eight-Eyed Calamity by having intercourse with the opposite sex every day and night. She especially likes some spirit masters with high talent and high-level spiritual artifacts."

"Mr. Xia, if you weren't threatened with your life by a god and then assaulted, I really can't imagine what you'd do whenever you have free time going to the god's space, just to have awkward conversations?"

Xia Feng was speechless. He rubbed his forehead. "Then do you think it's possible that I'm in love with a god?"

"Ha~"

With a soft chuckle, tinged with a hint of mockery and disdain, the woman in the black dress curved her beautiful eyes into crescent moons as she quietly looked down at him.

Xia Feng's eye twitched slightly. "Wait, what's with that look?"

"I just think Mr. Xia knows how to daydream."

"Heh~ Fine, you foolish woman, just wait until I slap you in the face!"

“We don’t need to wait for the future, we can verify it now!” Mu Qingtong knew that Mr. Xia had his own male dignity and would not admit that he had been humiliated by the evil god.

Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she said in a deep voice.
"These kinds of evil gods who amplify their power through desire often inscribe evil markings on the abdomens of their followers. So, Mr. Xia, would you dare let me examine the spiritual condition of your abdomen?"

"Tch, what's there to be afraid of! Check me all you want, if you can find any evil markings, I'll change my surname to yours." Xia Feng chuckled dismissively.

After all, his abdomen was completely clean, so there was no way there could be any evil markings on it.

Swah——

Mu Qingtong lifted the shirt off the man beneath her, revealing his well-proportioned abdominal muscles.

She took a deep breath, placed the spirit in her palm, and gently pressed it onto the man's navel.

Suddenly, a bright red light spread out. Mu Qingtong frowned and removed her hand, while Xia Feng also lowered his head in confusion.

A crimson "姒" character was imprinted below his navel, with faint crimson wings of light outlined around the character, extending into the seam of his trousers.

"Eh?!" Xia Feng slowly opened his eyes wide.

(End of this chapter)