I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 629 - 629: 597. Sky Lantern

The nine masks were all different.

Some wore various animal masks and strange attire.

Others wore Black Spade or Red Spade masks with black robes, seemingly imitating the Peach Organization.

There was also one mummy-like figure wearing a black fire mask against a white background.

Given that the Lantern Festival typically features many people dressed as movie or famous figures, their garb was not out of the ordinary.

Yet the one who caught everyone's attention was the young man with his face uncovered.

He wore a long white priest robe and a golden ceremonial cape on his back, handsomely featured.

"It's Dipus!" a girl's excited scream arose from the crowd, drawing everyone's gaze.

"How did he get here?"

"Just a few days ago, I heard someone say that this son of the Pope is a Divine-level genius, is that true?"

"Do you believe that? Every year clowns claim to be Divine-level geniuses. They've probably not seen the world as much as our senior Zi Lu."

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong exchanged glances, quietly falling behind the other eight.

"Miss Mu, can you identify that mummy's identity?"

Through the Eye of Decompilation, Xia Feng could easily see through the mask's concealment; underneath the mask, the face was similarly wrapped in multiple layers of bandages.

Only a sinister green left eye was visible.

When Xia Feng had first seen this left eye, the bandaged man, sensing his gaze, had turned around and looked right at him, clearly aware of his scrutiny.

"Netherworld Eye, this person must be an agent of the Burning Heaven Temple, an envoy for the Destruction Star God from the Burning Heaven Sect—Tu Yi."

Miss Mu's explanation resounded in Xia Feng's mind, slightly startling him—was he really from the Burning Heaven Sect?

And moreover, an envoy of the Destruction Star God.

According to what Xia Feng knew so far, the Burning Heaven Temple had three gods: two Star Gods and one Evil God.

Namely, Eternal Day, Destruction, and Heavenly Gift.

In the Burning Heaven Temple, Destruction was the strongest; the other two, for various reasons, had not yet achieved divinity, remaining at the Fake God stage, just a step away from the eighth rank of divinity.

If this Tu Yi really was an envoy of the Destruction Star God, then he was essentially equivalent to a Saint Heir of Burning Heaven.

It seemed, therefore, that there would definitely be trouble at this Lantern Festival.

Was there something valuable in the Heavenly Lantern Pavilion?

Worth both the son of the Pope and a Saint Heir of Burning Heaven to come in person.

As Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong idly speculated,

"Brother Lin~ behind you, there's a couple of dogs peeking," unseen by others, next to the bandaged man stood a... headless girl in an angel-white dress.

Bare-footed, the girl held her own head in her arms, her cute face curling into a sinister smile, "Brother Lin~ shall we kill that couple of dogs?"

"Don't start trouble."

"Uhm—" the girl's head flew up from her arms, circling around Tu Yi, muttering, "But that woman dared to compete with you for the lantern earlier, so annoying!"

Tu Yi's gaze was indifferent, and he chose not to engage with Tu Yi anymore.

The girl pouted cutely and huffed, "What a dead log, how boring."

However, the girl did not notice that the Red Spade behind her glanced at her briefly without a trace and then retreated.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the rules of the Spiritual Particle competition are very simple."

High above, the white-bearded elder held out his hands, his palms lighting up with a chaotic array of spiritual particles.

He smiled lightly and said, "Whoever can first perfect this N-level incomplete matrix into a brand-new D-level Spiritual Particle Matrix will be able to enter the Heavenly Lantern Pavilion directly and exchange for the treasures you desire. Of course, a D-level matrix can only exchange for D-level treasures, a C-level matrix for C-level treasures, and so on."

"There are only five slots available for entry into the Heavenly Lantern Pavilion, on a first-come, first-served basis. So, you need to consider whether to choose a D-level matrix, or a C-level, or even a B-level."

As the white-bearded elder finished speaking, he duplicated the chaotic arrays of light lines in his hands about a hundred times, distributing them to everyone present.

Xia Feng blinked, swept a glance over, and had not even had the chance to see clearly the tangled mess of lines.

"At the first sight of this N-level incomplete matrix, Mu Qingtong instantly perfected it into a B-level Spiritual Particle Matrix. Based on this, she deduced 1902 paths of B-level matrices, integrating them into one, and you have comprehended the B-level Spiritual Clothes 'Sky Lantern'."

"Bronze quality, guaranteed excellence."

"Sky Lantern: All lamp-like objects rich in Fire Element can be detonated by you, inflicting double damage on Soul Bodies. The explosive power depends on the input spiritual quantity and can cause serious injury to those in the Venerable Five."

After distributing the N-level matrices, the white-bearded elder stroked his long flowing beard and sighed inwardly, unsure whether these geniuses could accomplish the task.

When he used the paper lamp girl to make paper lanterns, the flame of the paper lanterns was always very dim. Therefore, he wanted to take this opportunity to let these geniuses help him think of a way to make the Fire Elemental more concentrated within the very thin paper without dispersing.

That way, he could sell the paper lanterns for a better price.

Creating such a new structural matrix of spiritual particles was difficult for him, but for these geniuses, it should not be an issue.

As he pondered, the white-bearded elder glanced down; most people were furrowing deeply, deep in thought.

Luckily, the one he most anticipated, Ning Zilu, had already started, swiftly moving his hands through the light lines in front of him.

However, it surprised him that among those ten bystanders, eight simultaneously raised their hands. The speed of their moving spiritual particle lines was incredibly fast, as if they needed no thought at all.

Especially the Pope's son and the bandaged man, who were very presumptuous with their left hands behind their backs, operating solely with their right hands.

To tell the truth, many people did not believe this suddenly emerged son of the Pope was some Divine-level genius, but looking at his manner, he was at least a supreme genius.

Supreme genius, huh... The white-bearded elder squinted his muddled eyes inwardly sighing, what a pity that all these geniuses have to die here today.

"Brother Scale~ hurry up, hurry up~"

The girl's head cheerfully rotated beside the bandaged man, occasionally turning her head to watch her brother's hand speed, then glancing at the distant Dipus anxiously, "Brother, that pretty boy is about to catch up to you. You're so slow, that won't do! You're going to lose. Maybe let Xia Yi try!"

Tu Yi's tone was wooden as he asked, "What about those two Peach-faced people behind?"

The girl's head floated down onto her neck, turned back 180°, and clicked her tongue disdainfully, "Those two idiots are still daydreaming over the N-level Spiritual Particle Diagram, stupid like a log. Brother, why bother looking at them."

Hearing his sister's words, Tu Yi nodded. They appeared to be another two individuals who are not even worthy to be his stepping stones, so he no longer paid them much mind.

Xia Feng, accustomed to Mu Shen's quick mastery, saw this peculiarity as nothing unusual.

However, he and Mu Qingtong looked around, saw everyone was quickly getting started, extremely focused, and the two exchanged a glance, having no choice but to imitate them in manipulating the Spiritual Particle Diagram.

After all, Xia Feng had no idea what he was manipulating; he was just following Miss Mu's lead.

Luckily, his dynamic vision was exceptionally strong, and his fingers could keep up with Miss Mu's pace.

Now, they just had to wait for someone to finish first.

Only who knows how long that would be, as these geniuses were too mediocre; not a single one was competent.