I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 571 - 571: 539. Mr. Xia, may I taste you again...

Xia Feng naturally knew the difficulty of probing for information from the Apocalypse Temple.

So he didn't insist.

Besides, the Tianwu Empress might not necessarily be the residual spirit of the Dragon God.

For now, it's better to take things one step at a time; the priority was to find a way for his Ascension.

As he pondered, Xia Feng's frown deepened. The itching in his chest and throat became more torturous, and the sweet scent of jasmine drifted to his nose again. He instinctively looked up toward Jiang Qiue.

The woman in the blue dress sat dignified on the right side of the sofa, her gaze cold and distant as she stared out of the window at the scene on the first floor.

The piano music was quiet and soothing, and people conversed softly amidst the fine melodies.

Jiang Qiue cast her gaze beyond the semi-translucent cabin body, where the magnificent sea seemed to retreat like time flowing backward.

Sensing something unusual, she turned her head in confusion and met Xia Feng's inexplicably profound black pupils.

Her heart tightened, her ethereal beautiful eyes involuntarily glanced at Xia Feng's thin lips, and an unexplainable itch spread across her chest.

With an unbearable thought flashing by, Jiang Qiue's expression turned cold, and her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the mysterious nun in the middle of the sofa.

It seemed the nun had not noticed the inadvertent exchange of glances between her and Xia Feng, nor the mutually yearning sinister thoughts.

The nun's delicate fingers gently brushed Xia Feng's protruding Adam's apple before she uncrossed her long legs and elegantly stood up, "Let's go, Mr. Xia, accompany me in a dance."

"....." Xia Feng was stunned for a moment. The words he intended to say had to be retracted as he helplessly followed.

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Xia Feng still appeared as a young boy, reaching only up to Miss Mu's chest.

Coupled with Miss Mu's current nun attire, she looked more like a big sister nun playing with a noble child.

The noble child had short legs and couldn't keep up with the nun's pace.

Jiang Qiue and Cha Naixue stood at the second-floor window looking down at the two people in the center of the hall.

Cha Naixue smiled lightly, "How long do you think Xia Feng can endure?"

Jiang Qiue's beautiful eyes were indifferent; she pursed her lips and did not speak.

Seeing that the woman in the blue dress always maintained a fairy-like aloofness, Cha Naixue no longer made small talk but brought up the pressing matters, speaking gravely,

"Just as we anticipated, the fleets of the Tang family, Jinyang, Golden Sparrow, and other six prominent powers have set out toward the Holy City in District 43. The Yama Army and Yinlong Army around District 43 have also entered a wartime state, standing by in full force."

"There's a problem within our Black Moon Church at this time, with no signs of reinforcement. The Elements and Justice are likely to have a hard time holding the Spirit Mountain of the Holy City."

"The only odd thing is that the Yeli family has been eerily inactive..."

"Mhm." Jiang Qiue merely nodded slightly, showing little interest in the conversation.

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

After watching for a while, Jiang Qiue's long legs under her skirt tensed together, her ethereal beautiful eyes closed slowly, it was becoming... itchier by the moment.

Xia Feng's throat was itchy too, but fortunately, he could still endure it.

As he danced with Miss Mu, Xia Feng turned his attention to his alpha-level Spiritual Artifact.

After a round of copying in the Church Court, he had acquired a fair amount of Spiritual Artifacts.

He kept only one A-level Spiritual Artifact, the Justice Scale, which didn't seem very useful to him, but being A-level, it was worth keeping for now.

It might come in handy later.

As for B-level and C-level Spiritual Artifacts like the Evil Ghost's Teeth, he placed them into the Divine Mirror Platform, which then converted into 4401 Blessing Points.

[Current Blessing Points: 11891]

1000 Blessing Points could raise the limit of a single fifty-fifty attribute to the True Martial Second Realm Peak. To elevate a fifty-fifty attribute to the Sixth Rank Peak, 10000 Blessing Points would be needed.

The ability to split attributes fifty-fifty could, in combination with Finger Extreme Fist, produce terrifying effects.

For example, the horror of the damage that a Wise Man Level force attribute can deal with when combined with Finger Extreme Fist's true damage penetration was something Xia Feng dared not even contemplate.

Of course, that's provided he had enough Blessing Points to squander.

He had amassed over ten thousand by now, which should be enough for one impressive splurge.

Additionally, with the Sky Wolf Holy Seat as a trump card, he could boast a second time.

He hadn't used the Sky Wolf Holy Seat in his previous fight with Obrian.

After all, using the Holy Seat to fight Obrian was indeed like swatting a mosquito with a cannon, hardly worth it.

Besides.

He now had five permanent Spiritual Artifact Positions, containing the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor, Nash Saintly Armor, Ten Dragon Demon Cannon, Yin Yang Mirror, and Spiritual Device Book.

Within the Spiritual Device Book, he could store four additional Spiritual Artifacts, so he stored the Spiritual Prohibition Coin, Justice Scale, and Evil Hand Guanyin Statue within it.

As such, he had a total of nine permanent Spiritual Artifact Positions.

He had already used eight but still had one available.

Actually, considering this, it still felt somewhat insufficient.

Later on, when he had more copied Spiritual Artifacts, he'd have the worry of which one to keep.

If only he had a dozen or more permanent Spiritual Artifact Positions, Xia Feng dreamily thought, feeling almost as if his feet were leaving the ground and the world was spinning around him.

Miss Mu held his waist and hand tightly as the dance steps quickened.

He had to say, though the nun's attire seemed solemn and serious, it couldn't hide Miss Mu's generous curves that kept swaying in front of Xia Feng's eyes.

He hadn't noticed before, but through this dance, even with his slow reaction, he realized Miss Mu was in a bad mood.

But Xia Feng simply couldn't control his thoughts, even enveloped in Miss Mu's embrace, his nose still lingered on the fragrance of Jiang Qiue, and the peaks before his eyes also seemed to take Jiang Qiue's shape...

"Mr. Xia, do you desire another woman while in front of me?" Miss Mu's cold voice rang in his ear, "Are you scorning me?"

"..."

Looking up into her approaching golden eyes, Xia Feng blinked his dark pupils, "What if I am?"

Mu Qingtong didn't get angry at his words, but instead coldly asked, "You still have the Yin Yang Mirror, right?"

Xia Feng smiled, "Miss Mu, what's the matter, do you want to Dual Cultivate with me again?"

Mu Qingtong didn't answer, but instead leaned forward to sniff near his forehead.

"It seems that after your rebirth, all the Yin Energy related to me in your soul has been erased, reverting you back to a Pure Yang Body."

"That's actually a good thing."

"Mr. Xia, I can taste your virginity again," Mu Qingtong brashly stated softly by Xia Feng's ear.

Xia Feng's eye twitched, sometimes feeling that Miss Mu was rather thin-skinned, but at other times thinking that this Evil Witch had even thicker skin than himself.

But no matter, she's flirting with me, huh, Xia Feng wasn't scared at all.

"Miss Mu, if your duplicate and your true body both wish to join," Xia Feng pinched her soft waist and deliberately made a bold move, "I don't mind assuming a humble position to properly serve you both."

"..." Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes narrowed as she glanced at the man, breaking into a rare, slight smile, "Alright."

"?!" Xia Feng was taken aback, but before he could sneer with disbelief, Mu Qingtong's telepathic voice echoed in his mind again.

Her cold, indifferent voice said, "But before that, we have to deal with some nuisances."

"What?"

"My spiritual power has sensed at least two Venerable ones whose gaze lurks upon us."

"Venerables? That's normal, I guess. Our exit from the Black Moon Saintess's VIP hall certainly draws attention."

"These two gazes are filled with malice," Mu Qingtong shook her head, her sidelong glance drifting toward the second floor, "There's something off about this Star Wheel."