I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 539. Mr. Xia, may I taste you again?
Xia Feng naturally knew how difficult it would be to extract information from the Temple of Apocalypse.

So he didn't insist.

Moreover, the Heavenly Martial Empress may not necessarily be a remnant spirit of the Dragon God.

Let's take it one step at a time for now; figuring out how to get promoted is the most important thing.

As he pondered, Xia Feng's brows furrowed more deeply, and the itching in his chest and throat became increasingly torturous. The sweet, jasmine-like milky scent once again filled his nostrils, and he subconsciously looked up at Jiang Qiu'e.

The woman in the blue dress remained dignified, sitting on the right side of the sofa with a detached gaze, staring blankly at the view of the first floor outside the window.

The piano music was serene and soothing, and people chatted softly amidst the pleasant sounds of wine glasses.

Jiang Qiu'e cast her gaze outside the semi-transparent cabin, where the magnificent seawater seemed to recede as if time had reversed.

Sensing something amiss, she turned around in confusion, only to meet Xia Feng's inexplicably dark eyes.

Her heart tightened, and her ethereal eyes glanced unconsciously at Xia Feng's thin lips, a strange itch rising in her chest.

The unpleasant thought flashed through her mind, but Jiang Qiu'e's expression remained indifferent as she glanced at the mysterious nun in the center of the sofa.

The nun seemed oblivious to the fleeting glances she and Xia Feng exchanged, and the wicked desires they shared.

The nun simply ran her slender fingers lightly over Xia Feng's prominent Adam's apple before gracefully standing up, her long legs crossed: "Come on, Mr. Xia, let's dance."

Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, and had to take back what he wanted to say, so he reluctantly followed.

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Xia Feng is still a boy and only reaches up to Miss Mu's chest.

Furthermore, with Miss Mu now dressed in a nun's habit, she looks more like an older nun playing with a young nobleman.

The young nobleman's legs were too short to keep up with the nun's pace.

Jiang Qiu'e and Chana Xue stood by the second-floor window, looking down at the two people in the center of the hall.

Chana smiled faintly: "How long do you think Xia Feng can endure this?"

Jiang Qiu'e's beautiful eyes were indifferent, and she pursed her lips without saying a word.

Seeing that the woman in the blue dress always had aloof and ethereal demeanor, Chana Xue stopped talking and got down to business, speaking in a deep voice:
"As we expected, the fleets of the six powerful families, including the Tang family, Jinyang, and Jinquehua, have set sail for the Holy City of District 43. The Yama Legion and Yinlong Legion surrounding District 43 have also entered a state of war and are on high alert."

"Our Black Moon Church is facing internal problems again at this time, with no signs of reinforcements. I'm afraid the Elements and Justice will have a hard time defending the Holy City of Mount Ling."

"The only strange thing is that Ye Li has not made any move."

"Hmm." Jiang Qiu'e simply nodded and didn't say much.

Her gaze remained fixed on the steps of the nun and boy in the center of the hall.

After watching for a while, Jiang Qiu'e's long legs under her skirt tightened and pressed together, and her ethereal eyes slowly closed. It was getting itchier and itchier.

Xia Feng's throat was also itchy, but fortunately, he could still bear it.

While dancing with Miss Mu, Xia Feng focused his attention on his alpha-level spiritual weapon.

After copying a bunch of artifacts at the Vatican, I obtained quite a few magical items.

He kept only one A-grade spiritual artifact, the Balance of Justice. Although this artifact seemed to be of little use to him, it was still an A-grade artifact, so he decided to keep it for now.

It might come in handy someday.

As for B-grade and C-grade spiritual artifacts like the Fang of the Evil Spirit, he put them into the Divine Realm Platform, converting them into 4401 points of grace and loss.

[Current loss points: 11891]

1000 Enshi points can raise the upper limit of a single attribute being 50/50 to the peak of True Martial Realm 2. If you want to raise it to the peak of Rank 6, you need 10000 Enshi points.

The ability to achieve a 50/50 split, when combined with finger-based punches, can produce terrifying results.

For example, the terrifying damage that Wu Wu Kai, a sage-level strength attribute, could unleash with the true damage penetration of the Finger Extreme Fist, was something Xia Feng dared not even imagine.

Of course, this is on the premise that he has enough favor points to squander.

Now that I've accumulated over ten thousand, it should be enough for one extravagant and impressive outing. Add to that the trump card of the Sirius Throne, and I can be impressive a second time.

The Sirius Throne was not used when dealing with Oberyn previously.

After all, using the Holy See to fight Oberyn is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito; it's not worth it.

Also.

He currently has five spirit artifact slots, which respectively store the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor, the Ten Sacred Armor, the Ten Dragon Demon Cannon, the Yin-Yang Mirror, and the Spirit Artifact Book.

The Book of Spiritual Artifacts can hold four additional spiritual artifacts, which he placed in it: the Spirit-Binding Coin, the Scales of Justice, and the Evil Hand Guanyin Statue.

In this way, there will be a total of nine permanent spirit artifact slots.

He has already used eight, and there is one left to use.

Actually, even with this calculation, we're still a bit strapped for cash.

Later, when there are many duplicated magical artifacts, I will have to worry about which one to keep.

If only there were a dozen or so permanent spirit artifact slots, Xia Feng dreamt, but then felt his feet almost leave the ground and the world spinning around him.

Miss Mu held his waist and hands, quickening her dance steps.

It must be said that although the nun's habit looked solemn and serious, it still couldn't stop Miss Mu's huge, thunderous figure from flashing before Xia Feng's eyes.

He hadn't noticed before, but after this dance, even he, who was slow to realize, understood that Miss Mu was in a bad mood.

But Xia Feng couldn't suppress his thoughts at all. Even while being hugged by Miss Mu, the fragrance of Jiang Qiu'e still lingered around his nose, and he felt that the peak in front of him was also shaped like Jiang Qiu'e.
"Mr. Xia, you show such desire for other women right in front of me?"

Miss Mu's cold voice rang in my ears, "Are you looking down on me?"

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Looking up to meet the golden eyes close to hers, Xia Feng blinked her dark pupils. "So what if it is?"

Mu Qingtong wasn't angered by those words, and asked coldly, "Is the Yin-Yang Mirror still there?"

Xia Feng smiled: "Miss Mu, what, do you want to cultivate with me again?"

Mu Qingtong didn't answer, but instead leaned close to his forehead and sniffed.

"It seems that after your rebirth, the yin energy related to me in your soul has been erased, and you have regained your pure yang body."

"That's a good thing."

"Mr. Xia, I can taste your first time again." Mu Qingtong's explosive words were spoken calmly in Xia Feng's ear.

Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly. Sometimes he felt that Miss Mu was quite thin-skinned, but other times he felt that this evil witch was even more shameless than himself.

But it's okay, you're teasing me, aren't you? Xia Feng isn't scared at all.

“Miss Mu, if you’re willing to use both your main body and your secondary body together,” Xia Feng said, gently pinching her slender waist and deliberately taking advantage of the situation, “I wouldn’t mind serving you properly in a subordinate position.”

"..." Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes, glanced at this guy, and for the first time ever, a faint smile appeared on her lips. "Alright."

"?!" Xia Feng was stunned, but before he could sneer in disbelief, Mu Qingtong's thoughts echoed in his mind again.

In a cool, indifferent voice: "But before that, we need to deal with some minor troubles."

"what?"

"In my spiritual perception, there are at least two Venerable Ones watching us right now."

“Venerable one? That’s normal. We did attract attention when we came out of the Black Moon Saintess’s VIP room.”

“Those two gazes were full of malice.” Mu Qingtong shook her head, glancing at the second floor out of the corner of her eye. “Something’s not right with this Star Wheel.”

(End of this chapter)