I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 575 - 575: 543. Transmission

Within the cramped space, ice-blue cold air swirled around the three women, spinning in fine threads and rapidly forming ice.

The boy hemmed in by the three women had cheeks burning hot, releasing yang energy, and his crimson radiance repelled the surrounding chill.

But yang energy could only ease the stiffness of his body, allowing him some slight movement and reducing the cold, but it couldn't defend against the freezing of his spirit.

Xia Feng's spiritual power had run dry, and he still couldn't activate his mind to speak.

Fortunately, all three women had relatively high spiritual power.

Jiang Qiue was once a Star God, and even now, during her Weakness Period, her spiritual power was far from low.

Mu Qingtong, of course, goes without saying. As for Cha Naixue, although weaker than the former two, her Spiritual Artifact was also of the Spiritual type, which could provide her with a high level of spiritual power.

For this reason, the three women had stayed in the ice for so long, their minds still very active, but their bodies were frozen and difficult to move.

Mu Qingtong glanced downward with her beautiful eyes, looking at the front where two foolish Holy Daughters were pressing on Mr. Xia like four towering peaks, and they were even intentionally squeezing towards her.

Especially Cha Naixue, whose size was indeed quite impressive, it seemed she could gain a sense of superiority when compared to her, looking down on her.

It had to be said, both Cha Naixue and Mr. Xia were in need of a good sorting out.

Golden pupils raised, Mu Qingtong's gaze met the slightly condescending purple pupils in front of her, and they silently stared at each other.

Despite finding a slight advantage, for some reason, Cha Naixue felt somewhat scared under her gaze. She pursed her lips, yielding first and lowering her eyelids.

"Xia Feng took the initiative to come in, so he must have a way to get us out."

Jiang Qiue spoke up to break the silence, frowning in thought, "But his thoughts are frozen now and before long his consciousness will also dissipate, and he'll completely die. We can't speak a word. What should we do?"

"Just transfer spiritual power to him," Mu Qingtong said indifferently, "Pull him up."

The two women looked at the woman below them, puzzled about what she was about to do.

Indeed, in this world, there are Spiritual Clothes that can transfer spiritual power, enabling one to transfer their own spiritual power to the target.

But now, none of them could use their Spiritual Clothes, and their respective Spiritual Artifacts didn't have this capability.

How to transfer spiritual power?

Still, Jiang Qiue suppressed her desire to continue rubbing her face and nose against Xia Feng and, following those instructions, gently lowered her long, ice-coated lashes.

She affixed a talisman for movement between Xia Feng's brows, pulling him up a small distance from the dark depths.

Bringing Xia Feng's face directly opposite her and Cha Naixue.

At such a close distance, Jiang Qiue's breath fell upon Xia Feng's thin lips. The pair of bright, black eyes in front of her seemed to freeze as she breathed in the fragrance; her cold, pretty face subconsciously lowered, and just as her red lips were about to touch his thin ones, a slender finger suddenly stretched up from below.

Placed between the red lips and the thin lips.

With a calm golden gaze, Mu Qingtong used the tip of her finger to press back the red lips of the woman in the green dress, then wrapped her hand around Xia Feng's jaw, tilting his gradually warming, flushed little face back.

Under the widening beautiful eyes of Jiang Qiue and Cha Naixue, Mu Qingtong lowered her head and kissed Xia Feng.

"!!!" The two Holy Daughters, watching the scene unfolding mere inches away, breathed rapidly—no, what was this perverse woman doing?

But soon enough, they realized that a huge amount of spiritual power was spilling from the silver-haired woman's wet lips, surging toward Xia Feng.

This left the two of them even more baffled.

Spiritual power could indeed be directly transferred without the aid of Spiritual Clothes or Spiritual Artifacts, but of 10,000 units of spiritual power delivered, perhaps only 1 unit would be successfully received by the target.

The transmission loss during this process was terrifying.

That's why it was necessary to use the assistance of Spiritual Clothes or Spiritual Artifacts to reduce the transmission loss.

But now Mu Qingtong was transferring spiritual power directly and brutally to Xia Feng without the help of any external forces.

Even if Mu Qingtong's spiritual power was immense, it couldn't withstand such wasteful exertion, could it?

In fact, Jiang Qiue had also considered this method just now, but even in her prime, awakening Xia Feng through such a crude and thoughtless approach was still very difficult.

So how could the silver-haired woman dare to do so?

Cha Naixue didn't have as many thoughts as Jiang Qiue. At the moment, under her purple pupils, her consciousness widened in shock as she stared at the bizarre scene just inches away.

Strands of soft silver hair fell between them as Little Feng arched his neck high, the corners of his lips faintly wet with drool that slid down over the prominence of his throat and into his collarbone.

Cha Naixue had never imagined that her detestable childhood friend could appear so...sensual.

Xia Feng's previous attitude towards her was poor, always cold and disdainful, only teasing and mocking her when he felt like it, which was very annoying.

But now, that detestable man was completely unable to resist under Mu Qingtong's violation, at her mercy.

Of course, Mu Qingtong was actually rescuing Xia Feng at the moment.

But seeing Mu Qingtong's practiced demeanor, the natural way her delicate hand pinched Xia Feng's chin, she obviously often toyed with Little Feng.

Amid chaotic thoughts, Cha Naixue then realized that without knowing when, she had already lowered her head, her delicate jaw gently resting upon Little Feng's collarbone, moving upward to brush gently, her breathing quickened.

Jiang Qiue also snapped back to reality, her ethereal beautiful eyes widening slightly, her pupils reflecting the evil sight of Xia Feng being violated by the two women.

She bit her red lips lightly, her eyelids trembling slightly as she leaned forward and pressed her body against Xia Feng's chest with more force.

It was then that she clearly felt, under the silver-haired woman's injection of spiritual power, Xia Feng was indeed showing signs of movement.

How terrifying must the capacity of that spiritual power be? This was unbelievable to Jiang Qiue.

Soon, with the help of Mu Qingtong, Xia Feng's stalled thoughts loosened and he could think smoothly again.

And because of this, although he could only see Miss Mu's snowy white neckline, he could still faintly feel through the touch of skin that there was some moisture at the right collarbone and constant forceful rubbing against the left side of his chest.

What madness had these two foolish Holy Daughters been up to?

Xia Feng hadn't expected that simply coming in for a rescue would end up in such chaos after a short period of thoughtless induction.

However, fortunately, Miss Mu had an understanding with him and grasped the reason for his forceful entry into the icy layer.

His boldness to enter the ice layer with insufficient spiritual power was due to the extreme confidence given to him by Miss Mu's terrifying level of spiritual power.

Indeed, transferring spiritual power without any external assistance led to tremendous losses, but when the capacity of spiritual power transcended normal limits, nothing was a problem anymore; one could squander it at will.

As his thoughts became increasingly smooth, Xia Feng lifted his chin to signal to Miss Mu that it was enough; there was no need to excessively consume spiritual power.

Only then did Mu Qingtong slowly lift her cool, delicate face and glanced at Mr. Xia's wet lips. She reached out a slender finger to gently wipe them, then touched Cha Naixue's forehead with her fingertip, pushing the woman's head slightly away.

Cha Naixue returned to her senses from her confused thoughts, her expression slightly stiff with pursed lips, speaking lightly as if indifferent, "Sorry, I was too cold and wanted to absorb more yang energy."

Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes coolly glanced at the Holy Daughter but said nothing and simply looked back at Xia Feng:

"Mr. Xia, do you have a method of escape?"

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