I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

"....." Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes remained calm, yet her pupils, golden as Golden Lake, gradually dimmed as if dark currents surged beneath the surface.

She was not angry.

Really, she was not angry at all.

The strong were not defined by time; a moment's victory or defeat, strength or weakness meant nothing.

"Crap, just need more practice—mm—mm—"

Xia Feng's attempt at bravado was cut short as the woman in the black dress sealed his words with her red lips. Miss Mu's movements were somewhat rough, their warm breath intermingled, and as their nostrils collided, Xia Feng felt his lips sting with pain.

In the midst of the silent battlefield, silver hair danced in the wind.

Strands of silver hair struck Xia Feng's face, sticking to the thin lips of both. Xia Feng, angered by the kiss, began to fight back!

*

It was unclear how much time had passed when Mu Qingtong and Xia Feng, catching their breath, released each other. Black pupils met gold in silent communication; neither knew why they had suddenly decided to compare kissing skills, but they just wanted to compete.

With his arms around the waist of the woman in the black dress, Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, "Miss Mu, I'll ask you one last time, do you like me?"

Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes remained faintly indifferent, as always: "I don't like you."

So stubborn.

Xia Feng released her soft waist: "Tch, fine then, if you don't like me, you don't like me."

"Serious matters are more important," he said as he walked toward the center of the Angel Cage.

The wilted giant flower in the center drooped with rotten branches; beneath the dark brown soil lay not only dense, crisscrossing roots but also golden droplets that shimmered like stars.

"So, this is Origin Water and the Origin Flower, huh." Xia Feng came to a stop, stroking his chin as he circled the giant flower for a moment, then reached out his hand.

Around the perimeter of the giant flower was an invisible glass enclosure. As Xia Feng's fingertips touched it, mysterious silver patterns faintly emerged on the glass.

[Divine Relic·Angel Cage]

[Function 1: Inject Spiritual Particles. Once the required spiritual quantity is reached, a defense network can be generated. It can withstand sustained attacks from someone within the Venerable Realm for a certain period, with defensive effectiveness depending on the strength of the opponent's attacks. Once breached, it will enter a damaged state—rendering it unusable for 30 days before self-repair.]

[Function 2: Below the Present Realm, different planes of existence/spiritual attacks/temporal-spatial turbulence cannot penetrate the Angel Cage, but if it's in a damaged state, this won't apply.]

[Function 3: Within the Angel Cage, it is possible to use Spiritual Particles to create 1 to 2 'Angel Cage alternate dimension spaces' in the form of a glass enclosure. By enveloping a target within range, it can be brought into the alternate dimension.]

[Coverage Area: Determined by the amount of Spiritual Particles injected.]

Sensing the information being transmitted, Xia Feng looked at the glass enclosure again; its interior was similar to an alternate dimension like the Holy Knight Space.

Virtualization combined with the Four Symbols Formation wouldn't work against an alternate dimension, and the Holy Knight Space couldn't connect to this one either.

So the current problem was how to open this thing.

Many Divine Relics didn't have a mechanism of recognizing an owner; whoever obtained them could use them.

The Angel Cage was like this; only when the Spiritual Particles injected into it were exhausted would it automatically cease to function, returning to its original state.

Of course, if it was forcibly breached, it could also be restored to its original state, but Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong together didn't possess the strength to do that.

According to the information given, to break open this Angel Cage required at least the full force of a strike from someone in the Venerable Five Realm.

The so-called Venerable Five Realm referred to a Venerable who has condensed five Original Positions. Of course, even with five Original Positions, it doesn't guarantee that one could utilize five A-level Spiritual Clothes.

When one becomes Venerable, the first Original Position condensed must be an A-level Spiritual Clothes; the subsequent four may be B-level, but C-level won't suffice. The Spiritual Particle structure in C-level Spiritual Clothes is too fragile and struggles to form Original Positions.

Moreover, condensing an Original Position can greatly enhance the function of that Spiritual Clothes, thereby increasing the Spirit Master's combat strength!

So even if by luck a C-level Original Position is condensed, the enhanced C-level Spiritual Clothes would still perform poorly, a case of losing more than is gained.

Therefore, most Venerables opt for condensing B-level Original Positions.

After all, the later the Original Position, the harder it becomes to condense, the risk of continuing to condense A-level Original Positions increases several-fold compared to when one becomes Venerable.

For Spirit Masters, condensing a B-level is the most efficient and safest choice.

And most importantly, just mastering the third A-level Spiritual Clothes takes a lot of time; unless one is an extraordinary genius, few Spirit Masters can afford this time.

This is why even among the Venerables, power levels vary greatly; "Venerable [number]" is only to simply differentiate how many Original Positions one has condensed for easy description—it does not mean that Venerable Five is necessarily stronger than Venerable Four.

For example, if a Venerable Four has all A-level Original Positions and a Venerable Five only has one A-level Original Position, then the Venerable Five may not stand that great of a chance of winning.

Of course, this is an extreme case. Achieving all A-level Original Position is as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

At present, it seems that the Angel Cage cannot be forcibly opened; we can only wait.

However, from Xia Feng's careful observation, there were a full 66 drops of golden water flowing through the soil.

66 drops of Origin Water!

A lucky number.

"Mr. Xia, what do you want with all this Origin Water?" Mu Qingtong quietly arrived in front of the glass cover and asked in wonder.

Xia Feng gave a slight smile, "Take a guess."

Mu Qingtong gave him a glance, thoughtful, "It seems to be related to dealing with me?"

Given Mr. Xia's character, anything worth showing off would definitely be flaunted to her, that in-your-face kind of showing off.

But if the purpose of something is intentionally concealed, then it's likely a secret trick related to deciding a critical battle.

Xia Feng hadn't expected Miss Mu to be so perceptive, but it didn't matter; let the Evil Witch guess all she wanted, she would never figure out it was related to Evil Dragon Miss.

"Oh well, you go clean up the military area first." Mu Qingtong had no intention of haggling with Mr. Xia and waved her hand, "I'm here to attack the Angel Cage to accelerate the consumption of its spiritual quantity."

"...I must say, Miss Mu, you really are magnanimous, as beautiful on the inside as on the outside." Xia Feng gave a thumbs-up and sincerely praised.

"Get on with it, no more blabbering."

"Right."

Using the Gui Blade and the Four Symbols Formation in conjunction, Xia Feng left the Angel Cage and entered the military district.

The chaos in the military district was nearing its end, and as more than a dozen frontlines collapsed, the Half-Dragon army secured a crushing victory with all remaining soldiers beginning to scatter in retreat.

Wearing the K mask, Xia Feng took advantage of the chaos to loot treasure from the various weapon arsenals, level 3 spiritual material stores, level 4 spiritual material stores, level 5 spiritual material stores, secret archives, and so on.

Anything that seemed even remotely useful was taken into the Nash Space, leaving nothing behind for the East Victory Fortress.

As he plundered, he also unleashed the Blood Beast's Shadow to ravage the area, wrecking the military district while injuring dozens of crazed and brutal Half-Dragons before returning to the core area.

For a convincing act, the whole set needed to be played out, after all, the Half-Dragon army was merely taking advantage of an opportune moment to riot in an organized fashion, and it had little to do with him, the man behind the K mask...

*

Saint Roys.

Holy Spirit Temple.

Sword Heart pushed a wheelchair-bound youth slowly out of the shaded path, the view suddenly opening up to the towering great doors of the Holy Spirit Temple, standing like the Divine Gates of Heaven on earth.

In front of the temple doors, the Holy Plaza, many people had already arrived by now.

A statue holding up a holy sword stood in the middle of the plaza.

Before the statue, a group of priests dressed in black and gold robes with Black Moon pendants hanging around their necks, about twenty of them, were prostrate before the statue, chanting in unison.

Standing at the very front of these priests were two men and a woman.

The woman was dressed in a simple elegant cyan dress, hair pinned up with a cyan hairpin; had Xia Feng been there, he would have recognized her as one of the Holy Daughters from the Black Moon Church, Jiang Qiue, who possessed a fox tail and could resurrect by detaching her tail.

Behind Jiang Qiue stood a blond young man respectfully, her disciple, the Master Yusi.

In front of the master and disciple duo was an old man in deep red priest robes and a hood, the old man clasping his chest and his brow wrinkled with age, bearing the mark of the Black Moon as he respectfully looked up to the towering Three Saints Statue.

Although he had never met the old man, Lord Yeli Dong recognized him.

—The Red Bishop of the Black Moon Church, Obrian, Venerable Two.

Apart from the Black Moon Church, behind the fountain pool, a dozen men and women from the Gold Sparrow Flower family stood respectfully behind an elderly man.

These people had gathered here with the intention to kill Sirius.

Yet the plaza was silent, everyone holding their peace, quietly waiting for the doors of the Holy Spirit Temple to open.

Tian Yuan had been seeing the Holy Master for many days and had yet to come out, while everyone had been summoned here with no idea how to kill Sirius or precisely locate him.

They could only wait here.

"Hum—"

Abruptly, a soft hum; this was not the temple doors opening but above the Holy Plaza's fountain, where the moonlight gently spilled, a human form with huge snow wings faintly emerged.

The clear moonlight condensed his towering figure, a handsome man with a mark of golden wings on his forehead. His eyes closed, he stood suspended in the air with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this person had also arrived, Lord Yeli Dong's unique pupils slightly narrowed.

The Third Gate Pillar · Disciple of the Angel Army.

[Angel's Right Wing · Yophiel]

—Sage.