I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 586 - 586: 554. Wanted List

Simply put, Feng Jianyi had found a way to facilitate rapid transit within the imperial borders.

If this method could be implemented,

ordinary people wanting to travel from Area 51 to Central Court District 1 wouldn't have to laboriously sail for several months or even one or two years, but could perhaps arrive at their destination in just one day.

In the past, that was like going from Earth to a global village.

"If that's the case, wouldn't that be a good thing?"

"Under normal circumstances, it indeed would be a good thing."

Mu Qingtong's light golden beautiful eyes slightly lifted, "But the 'Feng Jianyi Hypothesis' wave arc model applies not just to the Present Realm but also to the Evil Realm."

Xia Feng was stunned, his black pupils slightly dilating.

Indeed, if the 51 major areas of the Present Realm were compared to the ripples caused by stones hitting the water's surface, then the world represented by the ripple after the 51st one... would be the Evil Realm!

"If Feng Jianyi really found that force and could apply it broadly, then the barrier between the Present Realm and Evil Realm would be a joke."

Xia Feng couldn't help but recall the news he had heard from the Bone-faced Evil God while at the Evil Demon Sea, the Imaginary Court had already found a way to massively invade the Present Realm...

Could that method be the Feng Jianyi Hypothesis?

The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

No wonder the Empire wanted Feng Jianyi, even listing him as an S-Class wanted criminal. If Feng Jianyi were to run off to the Evil Realm and enter the Imaginary Court, that would be disastrous.

After gossiping, Xia Feng was too lazy to think further.

If the sky fell, there would be tall ones to hold it up; he still needed to focus on becoming a Venerable and consolidating his first achievement.

While pondering, he noticed Cha Naixue was looking up with interest, and followed her gaze.

On the light and shadow screen above the vehicle, a list of wanted criminals was being displayed at that moment, reminding passengers to pay attention to their safety while traveling.

Xia Feng immediately saw his and Miss Mu's aliases.

[Q-Faced Man: AA-Level Wanted Criminal, real identity unknown, suspected to possess an A-Level Spiritual Artifact, exact realm unknown, capable of confronting Venerable Two level — Reward: 100 million Empire Coins/Rare Sixth Rank Spiritual Material of choice]

[K-Faced Man: Revoked (Deceased)]

The Empire's wanted criminal levels ranged from D, C, B, A, AA, AAA, to S.

Miss Mu being AA level, Xia Feng felt... envious.

Damn, he wanted to be famous on the list too!

Not for anything else, just purely to outdo Miss Mu.

Unfortunately, his alias, K-Faced Man, had already died.

Just as he was feeling regretful, Xia Feng suddenly saw his real name appear on the list.

[Xia Feng: A year ago an A-Level Wanted Criminal, now downgraded to B-Level, Third Rank Spirit Master, suspected Eternal Day Saint Child, one of the main orchestrators of the Area 51 Garden massacre — Reward: 8 million Empire Coins]

"???"

What the hell? Only an A level and now downgraded? Xia Feng tolerated it, he was Sirius after all, and yet he was only worth 8 million!

However, what surprised Xia Feng was that the list didn't feature rewards for Black Spade or Red Spade.

It seemed the Empire had not yet fully designated the Peach Organization as a terrorist group.

The list continued to scroll, finally reaching the S-Class Wanted section.

Over the past ten thousand years of the Empire, the number of S-class fugitives didn't exceed the number of one's fingers, each one of them being a terrifying existence.

[Ri Nuo: S-class fugitive, originally the second pillar disciple of the Empire, Sage, rebelled during the Empire's civil war, suspected of ascending to godhood?]

[Moon Princess: S-class fugitive, originally the second pillar disciple of the Empire, Sage....]

[Shiming Monk: originally the second pillar disciple of the Empire, S-class fugitive – revoked (captured)]

[Xia Hounian: S-class fugitive, originally the second pillar of the Empire, Pillar Country, at the level of Spirit King....revoked (deceased in a divine calamity)]

The civil war at that time was actually a war between the second pillar and the other three pillars.

After the civil war ended, Pillar Country Xia Hounian met his divine demise at Beiqiu Abyss, and his three disciples each employed their tactics to defect and escape, resulting in the early nominal extinction of the second pillar.

Observing this list, Xia Feng suddenly realized that he had either directly or indirectly come into contact with all three of these disciples.

The Ri Nuo encountered at the Evil Demon Sea was just a diversion body, and he could find trouble for him at any moment.

Moon Princess is He Jianzhu, but her real identity is far more than just Moon Princess.

As for the Shiming Monk, the sacred box obtained previously at Beiqiu Abyss was this person's Subspiritual Artifact, and now it is unknown where the Empire has imprisoned him.

Lastly, this Xia Hounian, called the Spirit King, refers to the realm of an eight-rank Star God.

From this, it can be seen that Feng Jianyi, being able to match these nearly divine or even Divine-level people with a mortal body, was unprecedented in ten thousand years.

At this moment, Xia Feng's pensively drooping dark pupils stalled.

Besides the two rows of opposing silver long seats on the star iron, there was also a paid seating area with six-person sofas, which formed a small compartment.

Now, he and the three women were resting in this small compartment.

Mu Qingtong and Cha Naixue sat opposite him, one on the left and the other on the right, while Jiang Qiue sat gracefully next to Xia Feng, her eyes closed in meditation.

But at this moment,

Xia Feng could distinctly feel under the table, in the darkness, a cold and smooth tender foot gently tapping his boot, provocatively sliding up his leg, until it stepped further up his thigh....

Xia Feng subconsciously tightened his legs, preventing her from going further, and raised his eyes expressionlessly.

Across from him, Miss Mu wore a black skirt, legs crossed, with the heavy book "Evil Clan Language" on her lap, her fingertips gently turning pages, her long eyelids drooping, her pale golden eyes coldly focused, unaware of Xia Feng's gaze.

Xia Feng's eyes shifted to the right; Cha Naixue's snow dress, carved with cold flowers, was proud as two Tianshan Mountains placed on the table. She rested her chin on her hands and, evidently bored, looked down at the "Evil Clan Language," seemingly, of late, reading whatever book Mu Qingtong read.

Feeling something, Cha Naixue lifted her delicate face, meeting Xia Feng's indifferent gaze.

"What are you staring at me for? Have you finally realized that I'm actually much prettier than Mu Qingtong?" Cha Naixue pursed her lips, revealing a hint of a smile, "Little Feng, what's wrong?"

"Cha Naixue, are you courting death?" Xia Feng's dark eyes narrowed, his tone unfriendly.

"....!" Cha Naixue's smile froze, somewhat puzzled, also a bit aggrieved, What did I do again?

As Xia Feng's words fell, his tone involuntarily paused because the soft foot sole completely stepped in under the table.

The materials to build the star iron were special; it is said that among Ice God Relics, there exists a type of spiritual material called Ice Flow Stone, which is one of the materials used to construct the star iron.

Thus, besides having strong defensive capabilities—able to withstand attacks from Venerable level—it also had the effect of inhibiting Spiritual Particles.

Inside the star iron, Xia Feng was unable to utilize his Eye of Decompilation for insight.

But judging from the distance, Cha Naixue's legs couldn't possibly be long enough to reach directly to his waist.

Had he misunderstood Cha Naixue? Xia Feng's gaze shifted left again, unwaveringly staring at Mu Qingtong.

The woman in the black dress seemed to finally notice his gaze, briefly glancing at him with pale eyes before lowering them again, elegantly resting against her seat, her fingertip flipping a page, quietly reading the "Evil Clan Language."

Yet Xia Feng felt, under the table, the charming sole of the foot began to press harder, causing him to instinctively arch forward like a shrimp, his elbows resting on the table.

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