NOVPUBXia Feng’s empty, black pupils lit up with specks of golden fragments, and Mu Qingtong’s ethereal Spiritual Body suddenly slammed into his face, twisting before being on the verge of being drawn into his eyes.
But Mu Qingtong was not so easily subdued. After her Spiritual Body twisted and dispersed, it suddenly gathered again, stubbornly resisting and refusing to be absorbed.
After becoming a Spiritual Body, Mu Qingtong’s cheeks appeared somewhat translucent and her facial expression was still clearly visible, with a rare show of embarrassment and annoyance in her eyes.
Although Xia Feng looked somewhat fatigued, he gazed at the stunning visage of the woman close before him with an indifferent look, yet the corners of his lips slowly curved into a smirk, and his eyes progressively became wild and contemptuous:
"Miss Mu, I have to admit, you are indeed strong, but not strong enough!"
"!!!" Mu Qingtong’s pale golden pupils dilated, Xia Feng’s arrogant declaration hitting her heart like a thunderous hammer.
She suddenly found it hard to suppress her breathing, really... this fellow being was truly skilled at stirring her emotions!
But did he think he had won?
Mu Qingtong suppressed the rising desire to conquer this fellow being, quickly calming herself down. She knew that understanding, defeating, and controlling her kindred was a process that inevitably met with some obstacles.
But no matter, Mr. Xia, sooner or later you will bow down to me! Mu Qingtong’s gaze grew obscure as she began to resist the strange space’s suction with all her might.
Seeing that the Spiritual Body was still resisting, Xia Feng did not bother with her further, instead lifting her body from his legs and holding her in his embrace.
Beneath the silver-white hair, her small face was serene, and her eyes, authoritative behind half-framed golden glasses, were now frozen, her exquisite features like a perfect doll at the mercy of others.
Xia Feng’s lips curled up wickedly, and he patted her soft, unresponsive cheek. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
"What are you doing!"
A clear voice rebuked from beside him, the black-dressed woman’s Spiritual Body glaring at him with fury.
Xia Feng looked up to meet her gaze and smiled faintly, then, before the Spiritual Body, he reached out his index finger and pressed it against her lower lip.
Mu Qingtong: "!!!"
Xia Feng pinched her chin, gently squeezing and lifting it, and the soulless delicate body’s red lips suddenly parted.
"Miss Mu, guess what I’m going to do next?" Xia Feng teased with an intentionally wicked laugh.
"..."
Unseemly images flashed through Mu Qingtong’s mind, and she could hardly keep her composure, "Xia Feng! You dare—"
Her words were cut off halfway as she saw Xia Feng forcefully push a blueberry-like fruit into her parted lips.
That was a Spirit-injecting Fruit!
Xia Feng raised his eyes, scoffing with a sardonic laugh, "What, Miss Mu, what were you just thinking?"
Mu Qingtong: "..."
Really, she genuinely wanted to thrash him! Mu Qingtong couldn’t stand it any longer. A minute without hitting Xia Feng made her body itch!
"Why are you feeding me this!" she said coldly and with displeasure, "I said I don’t need it."
Compared to her, who possessed a Spiritual Artifact, it was clear that Xia Feng needed the Spirit-injecting Fruit more.
"You don’t need it?" Xia Feng glanced at her with a raised brow, "You can’t even defeat me, what right do you have to say you don’t need it?"
"!!!!"
She clenched her fists tight! Mu Qingtong said coldly, "The battle isn’t over yet, just you wait."
"Oh." Xia Feng responded nonchalantly, no longer paying attention to Spiritual Body Qingtong, but rather looking down at the physical body of Qingtong.
The bright azure Spirit-injecting Fruit was stuffed between her delicate red lips but was not being absorbed.
Xia Feng’s brow furrowed slightly as he pressed forcefully with his finger, and suddenly, he felt the Spirit-injecting Fruit transform into a warm Spiritual Flow, dissolving in Mu Qingtong’s mouth.
[Mu Qingtong has consumed a Spirit-injecting Fruit and perfectly absorbed it, your spiritual power has gained a 3Soc boost.]
[Current Spiritual Power: (26+3) 29]
[Vermilion Bird Demon Armor bonus: Temporarily enters the Third Rank, gains a 10Soc boost, temporarily possessing 39Soc]
Under normal circumstances, spiritual power would slightly increase with the growth of Spiritual Pressure and significantly increase with the progression of Spiritual Pressure.
According to statistics published by the Empire, the spiritual power of ordinary people and Apprentice Spirit Masters generally fluctuates between 1~5Soc.
For a First Rank Spirit Master, it would fluctuate between 10~20Soc.
Second Order, 20~30Soc.
Third Rank, 30~40.
Starting from the Fourth Rank, as the level of life evolves, spiritual power would also see a significant jump, usually fluctuating between 40~300Soc.
Fifth Rank, 300~1000.
After consuming the Spirit-injecting Fruit and with the boost from the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor, Xia Feng’s current spiritual power had reached 39, nearing the division of the Fourth Rank.
Even so, he was still unable to resist Mu Qingtong’s control over the Spiritual Artifact; he estimated that even if he was at Fourth Rank, he would still be strongly controlled by Mu Qingtong, who was under the Third Rank Spiritual Pressure, for a few seconds.
This was obviously very unsafe. According to his experience, an alpha-level Spiritual Artifact had three abilities during Spiritual Unsealing.
Now, Mu Qingtong had only revealed two abilities: hypnosis and control; no one knew what the third ability was.
Even more so, after Spiritual Unsealing came Holy Release, and it should be noted that Holy Release also possesses three abilities.
However, achieving Holy Release was extremely troublesome; to this day, Xia Feng still did not know how to achieve Holy Release, and he guessed that Mu Qingtong had not achieved it either.
But to be prepared for a rainy day, to prevent being played by that Evil Witch later, Xia Feng felt it was imperative to enter the Evil Dragon Space to enhance his spiritual power!
The second stage Demon Power of the Evil Demon Heart was the Evil Spirit Touch, which could transform the absorbed Evil Spirit Liquid into one’s own spiritual power.
Compared to searching for the rare and hard-to-find Spirit-injecting Fruit, devouring the Spiritual Liquid inside Evil Dragon Miss was clearly more cost-effective.
As he pondered, the glow of a purple hue suddenly lit up on the forehead of the woman in a black dress lying on his thigh, and numerous faceted and eerie crystals emerged from her forehead.
The moment the light spread, Xia Feng grunted, finding that the Spiritual Pressure within his body was suddenly being blocked and sealed within his soul, unable to leak out even a little bit, not to mention support the operation of the Spiritual Artifact.
Swoosh— The struggling Spiritual Body of Tong suddenly retracted into her flesh, and her expression instantly came alive.
Her golden eyes glinted annoyedly as her teeth bit down hard.
Xia Feng’s fingertip split with fresh blood, and as he grunted and bent over, he abruptly pulled out his index finger, before swiftly rolling over and pinning down her right wrist, pressing it beneath him.
The Purple Crystal on Mu Qingtong’s forehead seemed to have released a silent domain, in which Xia Feng, including Mu Qingtong herself, had all their Spiritual Pressure sealed.
Xia Feng couldn’t help but be suspicious of what exactly this thing was; it not only provided Mu Qingtong with immense Spiritual Pressure but also could seal Spiritual Pressure.
As the thought passed, Xia Feng paused, as if realizing something, "Miss Mu, you’ve always been experimenting—could this Purple Crystal be the result of your experiments?"
The woman in the black dress had her right hand pinned above her head, her wet silver hair scattered messily on the ground like a bloomed snowflower, her sweaty delicate face calmly lifted to meet his gaze, and suddenly her bent legs hooked around the back of his knees with a powerful force, flipping him over with a swift movement, pressing him down below her!
Xia Feng’s complexion changed, his heels dug into the ground as he tried to slip away, but Mu Qingtong quickly caught him in an extremely strange lock position, his wrists too locked above his head.
Mu Qingtong leaned over, her stunningly beautiful face only a half-inch from Xia Feng’s, her golden eyes revealing undisguised arrogance, and her wet, silver lips faintly opening to speak: "Beat me, and I will tell you."
