I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 38. My Lord, are you surprised?

"Teacher Fu, why do you insist on taking me as your apprentice?" Xia Feng asked, puzzled.

"Because you are a genius, it would be a waste not to learn swordsmanship."

"No, I'm not a genius, I'm just a cheat code," Xia Feng said seriously, as if he had just thought of something. "How about this, teacher? Although I don't want to become your apprentice, I can recommend an equally amazing genius to you."

"Equally powerful?" Freya's interest was piqued. "Who?"

"My fiancée—Mu Qingtong!" Xia Feng said earnestly, with absolute certainty, "Teacher, she's actually a genius too. You've all been fooled by her appearance!"

"Better to die than for me, Mu Qingtong, sorry~"
"Were you talking about me just now?" Just then, a soft, leisurely voice sounded from behind, carrying a faint smile.

Xia Feng's shoulders stiffened slightly, and he slowly turned his head to look behind him.

A woman in an elegant black suit walked in from around the corner. She had a gentle smile on her lips and nodded politely to the two professors: "Professor Fu, Professor Chen."

"Oh, it's Xiao Mu." Chen Xingdao nodded. "So, Xia Feng is your fiancé?"

"Yes." Mu Qingtong glanced at Xia Feng, then pursed her lips somewhat embarrassedly and said helplessly, "Teacher Chen and Teacher Fu, please don't take offense. My fiancé is impulsive and will say anything to achieve his goals. Please don't take it personally."

"Hmm." Chen Xingdao nodded lightly. He naturally didn't believe Xia Feng's words. After all, he was the one who taught Mu Qingtong when she was a freshman. It would take her three days to draw a basic triangular spirit particle structure. By her sophomore year, her spiritual pressure index was still less than 60 Voc, which was the passing grade. She couldn't be called stupid, but she was just an average student. How could she be a genius?

As everyone knows, spiritual pressure is impossible to fake; no one can escape the detection of a spiritual pressure meter.

Freya nodded politely, indicating that she understood Mu Qingtong's meaning.

Mu Qingtong had attended a few of her swordsmanship classes this semester, and she had also tried Mu Qingtong's skills. Her spiritual pressure was very unstable, and her understanding of spiritual particle structure was below average. However, she had a solid foundation. As long as she was willing to learn, with some good opportunities, it was not impossible for her to advance to the second or third tier in the future.

"Young friend Xia, I never expected that you and Xiao Mu had this kind of relationship."

Chen Xingdao had a good relationship with the Mu family and was considered Mu Qingtong's elder. Seeing this, he earnestly instructed, "Since that's the case, it's perfect. Little Mu's spiritual construction skills are just so-so. If young friend Xia Feng has time in the future, you can teach her more."

"Huh?" Xia Feng was taken aback, then quickly said, "No—didn't I say she's a genius—"

"Xiao Mu, you too, you should learn more from your fiancé, okay? Ask him if you don't understand something."

Xia Feng felt that this stinky Taoist priest was just like all the aunts and uncles during Chinese New Year, except that he was someone else's child at the moment.

And Mu Qingtong
Her delicate eyebrows arched slightly, and her voice remained gentle: "I know, Teacher Chen, I will learn more from Xiaofeng."

Xiao Feng?! Xia Feng shrank back, his eyes twitching as he glanced at the woman.

Seeing this, Chen Xingdao nodded and looked at Xia Feng: "Since your fiancée is Xiao Mu, then I won't try to persuade you any further. Of course, if you change your mind, you can come and find me."

After saying that, he waved his sleeve and turned away with a hint of regret.

Freya glanced at Xia Feng, hesitated, and finally sighed helplessly, "Alright, Xia Feng, as I said before, your teacher will always be waiting for you."

Xia Feng: "."

The remaining two stood there silently watching the two figures disappear into the distance.

for a long time.

Xia Feng turned around and spoke first: "Miss Mu, I must say, you're really good at pretending!"

"?" Mu Qingtong's beautiful golden eyes were filled with confusion. "Mr. Xia, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Xia Feng rolled his eyes. Fine, as expected of you, you still refuse to admit it even now.

To be honest, this world-destroying witch really put on a convincing act. If he hadn't used his X-ray vision cheat, he wouldn't have been able to tell that Mu Qingtong was a peerless genius either.

However, what Xia Feng couldn't understand was how this woman managed to fool the spiritual pressure device's test.

It's unlikely that Lingyi will wear it, since I know everything she does.

So, what about magical artifacts?

Yes, it's very likely a magical artifact!

Thinking of this, Xia Feng's eyes lit up. By the way, what level is Mu Qingtong's spiritual weapon?

Could it be A? Or even S?

Holy crap! The thought of an S-rank weapon made Xia Feng excited. It wouldn't make sense for a villain capable of destroying the world to not have an S-rank weapon, right?

"No, that's not right either. I'm an alpha, so she might be an alpha too. After all, she's the world-destroying witch."

"But if it really is an alpha level, that would be terrible."

Xia Feng was filled with many thoughts, after all, his [Divine Mirror Without Platform] could not currently replicate spiritual artifacts of the same level.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Mu Qingtong asked, puzzled when she saw Xia Feng staring at her blankly.

Xia Feng blinked: "Has your spiritual weapon awakened?"

"No." She shook her head.

"What level is your spiritual weapon?" Xia Feng continued to ask, puzzled.

"I said no."

"Could it be an S-rank?"

"I said, it hasn't awakened!" Mu Qingtong's tone became slightly more serious, and a look of helplessness appeared in her beautiful eyes behind her half-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses. "Mr. Xia, if you want to copy my spiritual weapon, you are welcome to try."

"You'll find out once you try that I haven't awakened any spiritual artifacts, nor am I the genius you're talking about."

Xia Feng didn't expect Mu Qingtong to be so open and willing to copy a spiritual weapon for him.
Unfortunately, his opportunity to copy a magical artifact is to touch the target artifact or be attacked by it.

Without finding Mu Qingtong's original spiritual artifact, he simply has no way to replicate it.

"So, do you want to copy it?" the woman in the black dress asked with a smile.

"Never mind, never mind." Xia Feng waved his hand. "I can only copy once a day, I'll do it next time~"

With that, he turned and left without looking back, and his last words were overheard by the staff outside.

The onlookers immediately took out their phones and started chatting in the group, spreading the word about the limitations of Xia Feng's magical artifact abilities.

"First-hand information! Xia Feng's copying cooldown is 24 hours! But I wonder how long a copied spiritual artifact will last."

"Moreover, I suspect that he may not be able to replicate multiple magical artifacts at the same time."

"Huh? Only one copy bit? That seems to be quite limiting. It doesn't seem worth an A grade QAQ."

"Bullshit! This isn't even worth A-grade? It's already way too overpowered!"

"."

Xia Feng listened to the murmurs and walked out of the crowd.

His copy skill naturally has no cooldown limit; he can copy whenever he wants, but there is indeed a limit to the number of copies he can make.

Currently, he only has one copy slot, which greatly restricts many of his tactics.

Fortunately, the number of copy slots can be increased. As long as he advances to the second tier, he can get one more copy slot, and so on.

Unfortunately, advancing to the second tier is not an easy task. Xia Feng glanced at Mu Qingtong, who had followed closely behind.

"Miss Mu, what is your spiritual inclination?"

"Mu, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just wanted to know what materials you're still missing to advance to the second tier."

Each person has their own spiritual affinity based on the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

Different spiritual attributes require different materials to advance to the second tier, and their rarity also varies. For example, spiritual materials with a wood attribute are much rarer and harder to find.

"I'm just an apprentice spirit master, why would I be thinking about second-tier materials?" Mu Qingtong asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, I was just asking~~" Xia Feng waved his hand, looking as if he had just asked casually.

Mu Qingtong: "."

Although he knew about her spiritual inclinations, Xia Feng had no intention of helping her find materials for advancement.

First, her spiritual pressure value has not yet reached the promotion standard. Second, Mu Qingtong seems to be in high spirits right now, and she will most likely gather the materials and then secretly promote herself.

He didn't need to care at all; he was just asking to let himself know.

His main concern now is still his 'unborn wife'. Xia Feng touched the 'Hiramisu pocket watch' he had snatched from Yan Xujia in his pocket, his heart filled with doubts.

"Um, Miss Mu, I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

Mu Qingtong silently stared at Xia Feng's departing figure, her feigned confusion fading, but a mysterious and gentle smile slowly curled at the corners of her lips.

"Master, what are you thinking about?" The maid Fei appeared behind her without her noticing.

“Fei, have you noticed that he is also growing very fast? Just like me, he can quickly decipher the structure of a D-level spirit garment if he wants to.”

Mu Qingtong discovered that the more she studied her fiancé, the more she felt like she was looking in a mirror.

This unprecedented feeling made her tremble with excitement, like her reflection in the mirror—the same sharpness, but from a different angle.

This made her realize that she wasn't the only star in the night sky.

She is not alone.

*
When Chana Yuki emerged from the Moon Dew Flower Pool, she received a letter from Gin saying that Panda had a surprise for her.

Surprised?

Chana Snow doesn't really like the word "surprise" because it often implies the unpredictable.

However, this was also a token of her knights' goodwill. Putting aside the unpredictability of the word's meaning, she was still satisfied and looking forward to it. It would be good if it could relieve the boredom brought on by her seclusion.

After five days of seclusion, Gu Yue's cultivation was still slow, always just one step away from the critical 1% mark.

This is just the beginning, and it's already this difficult. I can't imagine how frustrating each critical point will be.

Fortunately, although her calculations about Xia Feng were seriously flawed, she still had a way out.

As long as she shows sincerity and remorse, I believe Xia Feng will forgive her.

But before that, let's see what surprises Panda has in store.

She arrived at the arena following the navigation, only to find that the audience had already left and there were only a few scattered staff members in the aisle. As she made her way to the waiting room, doubts began to rise in her mind.

Why are these staff members looking at her so strangely?
When the door opened, Panda and Yin were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, but Yan Xujia was nowhere to be seen.

Upon seeing Chana Yuki arrive, the two immediately stood up and bowed respectfully: "My lord."

"You said Yan Xujia was dueling someone, is that over? Has he gotten into trouble again?" Chana Xue casually took off her beret and walked towards the sofa.

“Not really,” Panda laughed. “My lord, Knight Yan has actually done a great service this time.”

The woman's long legs were elegantly crossed beneath her snow-white skirt. She gently stirred her black tea with a silver spoon, nodded, and said softly, "Hmm? Tell me about it."

"Wasn't our Lord's cultivation long troubled by the bonds of karma? So we..."

Panda recounted the events of the past few days in detail, omitting, of course, the assassination attempt on Xia Feng in the Evil Dragon Forest.

As Chana listened, the spoon she was using to stir her tea slowed down and eventually stopped.

The deep red whirlpool of tea slowly dissipated until the surface of the water returned to calm. She remained silent, her strangely eerie purple eyes calm.

The prolonged silence made Panda sense something was wrong. He swallowed hard and tentatively asked, "My lord?"

The woman raised her purple eyes slightly and said calmly, "You said that Yan Xujia went to Xia Feng and took back the token of love I gave him?"

"Yes, but the attempt to return failed." Seeing that his lord had finally spoken, Panda breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "My lord, the keepsake from your childhood is in Xia Feng's hands, which will eventually make him still have some feelings for you, so I also support Yan Xujia."

"You mean, Yan Xujia even got someone to slap Mushroom?"

"Yes, almost. Mushroom is Xia Feng's only friend, so this will maximize his hatred for Yan Xujia and for you."

Panda thought that slap was a stroke of genius, and it would have been even better if there had been a few more.

Chana picked up the black tea, took a small sip, and gently put it down, her delicate brows furrowing slightly: "It's a bit bitter."

"Ah? I'll go brew some fresh." Panda hurriedly stepped forward.

"No need."

Cha Nai Xue waved her hand, her slightly cold gaze lifting slightly, and asked again, "You mean, Yan Xujia still wants to turn Xia Feng into a human pig?"

"Yes, turning someone into a human pig and then restoring them with a healing robe won't actually harm them, but it will definitely ignite their hatred to the maximum!"

At this point, Panda sighed, "It's a pity that Yan Xujia failed, Xia Feng was unexpectedly strong. But the result isn't too bad. Xia Feng must have developed a lot of resentment towards the master, which should help to weaken many of the bonds between them."

"Hmm." Chana nodded thoughtfully, her purple eyes calm, and asked softly, "So, Panda, this was your idea?"

Panda paused, about to say that part of it was.

But the moment he looked up and met his master's gaze, he was terrified! His round face snapped down, and cold sweat poured down his back.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! Where, where did I go wrong? Was my line of thinking wrong?
Panda was filled with fear, and he quickly said, "No, no, it was Yan Xujia's idea. I didn't stop him."

Chana leaned back on the sofa, silently staring at the knight who was covered in sweat, her tone turning cold:
"Panda Knight, is this the surprise you were talking about?"

Sure enough, the word "surprise" is still as annoying as ever! Chana Yuki's gaze was icy.

Panda's breath hitched.

Yin stood aside, looking at the timid Pan Pangzi with a puzzled expression. She didn't quite understand what was going on. She was a little hungry and wanted to eat.

"Sir Panda, do you know why I've emerged from seclusion this time?"

"Varied--"

"It's a two-month rotation."

"!!!"

Panda's pupils constricted, and his face turned deathly pale. So that's where the problem lay! Damn it, Yan Xujia! Damn it! If it weren't for him...
"Where is Yan Xujia?" The woman's voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, chilling to the bone.

Panda shuddered and quickly said, "He's still—still unconscious in the infirmary, seriously injured."

Chana looked up at the blinding sunlight on the horizon and felt slightly dizzy.

How come that idiot Yan Xujia didn't die?
"Pity."

She shook her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly as she lowered her head, and calmly said, "Report to the Grand Court. According to the Righteous Star God Contract, Yan Xujia can be exiled to the Southern Frontier, and therefore we have to relieve him of his position as a Guardian Knight."

Panda was taken aback: "But what about the Marquis?"

"No problem."

"Yes!" Panda quickly clasped his hands in response and strode out the door.

(End of this chapter)