NOVPUB"Prince,"
From the secluded corridor, two figures draped in black robes slowly emerged.
One wore a mask marked with the number 4, the other with the number 7.
"Where is Lao Ba?" the person with the 4 mask asked in a deep voice.
Without turning his head, the Prince continued to gaze obsessively at the woman in the red dress, and said offhandedly, "Mr. Ba has gone to kill two people for me; he’ll be back soon."
"Help you kill people?" The voice of the man with the 4 mask sunk slightly, "Prince, that’s not part of our agreement, is it?"
"Don’t worry," the Prince shook his head and turned around, "they’re just two First Rank brats, you both needn’t worry."
The man with the 4 mask nodded and said no more.
Although Lao Ba had the lowest Spirit Rank among them, he possessed a very twisted B-Grade Spiritual Artifact, more than enough to deal with two First Rank Spirit Masters.
Click, click, click.
Just then, the crisp sound of high heels echoed, and for some reason the woman in the red dress turned around and walked toward them.
The three men’s expressions changed dramatically, and they quickly retreated several steps backward into the corridor.
The woman in red lifted her lovely vulpine features slightly, her lustrous nose veiling her eyes with a black scarf, which seemed to stare at them as she murmured softly, "Where is my daughter?"
The Prince smiled, "Don’t worry, my Princess, I have already sent someone to find Hong Dou, and she will be home soon."
The woman in red cocked her head, seemingly trying to comprehend his words. After a moment, she nodded and hummed in acknowledgment, then began to wander around the glass coffin again.
Watching the occasionally twisted spiritual body of the woman in red, the Prince spoke in a low voice, "Over the years, I have found many historical records. Apart from the initial inscriptions on the glass cabinet, I found almost no information about her, indicating that she was thoroughly erased by the Imaginary River."
"However, I’ve still roughly inferred from the information on the glass cabinet that the powers she possesses are likely related to the law of causality."
"Gentlemen, does the Divine Evil Association have any knowledge of which major disaster’s powers are related to the law of causality?"
"A major disaster?" The man with the 4 mask was taken aback, and surprisingly looked at the woman in red, "Isn’t she a Divine Envoy?"
The Prince shook his head, "That’s what is most strange. She carries the divinity of a Star God but is far from reaching the level of one. The most likely possibility is that she’s akin to a Divine Envoy nearing godhood. But yesterday, something strange happened."
"Oh?" The interest of the man with the 4 mask piqued.
"Almost at six in the morning, about ten hours before the birthday banquet was to start."
The Prince glanced toward the woman in red, "As usual, with the help of Dream Evil, I conducted a dream connection experiment, enabling me to meet with the Princess directly in a dream. There were no surprises, the dream connection failed again. The Imaginary River blocks everything about her, including her spirit."
"But unexpectedly, this time a symbol of the Evil Clan appeared on the Princess’s forehead." As he spoke, the Prince extended his hand, and a ball of flame emerged in his palm, transforming into the shape of a double cross.
He looked at the two members of the Divine Evil Association, "You two should recognize this symbol; it’s the mark only those of the Six-eyed Level and above in the Evil Clan possess."
"And then?" the man with the 4 mask questioned in confusion.
The Prince shook his head, "Then the Princess muttered to herself ’I have a husband’ before falling into a deep sleep, not awakening until just before the banquet started."
Hearing what the Prince had to say, the man with the 4 mask and the one with the 7 mask exchanged glances.
"It seems her identity is more complicated than we thought, not only related to the Star God but also to the Evil God."
The man with the 7 mask, who had been silent all this time, let out a light laugh, "But that’s not important anymore, Prince. We just hope you remember our promise."
The Prince replied with a faint smile, "Don’t worry, once the birth ceremony is complete, I will personally open the seal of the Infinite Realm to welcome the Divine Evil Association’s army."
*
Having shaken off their pursuers, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong did not linger, continuing towards their destination.
After advancing to Second Order, the strength of their spiritual pressure had increased several-fold. Using spiritual pressure liberally, they both unleashed two-tails with the Thunder Sky Step and shot through the Dark Forest like streaks of black and white lightning.
Spiritual pressure was like mana. In normal circumstances, a few C-grade Spiritual Clothes could exhaust them completely.
This was why many spirit second-generation descendants, even with family-inherited B-grade or even A-grade Spiritual Clothes, had to start learning D-grade during the early stages. Because, despite being very talented, the constraints on their spiritual pressure meant they simply couldn’t use high-level clothes.
Of course, this was also why so many Spirit Masters yearned for Awakening Spiritual Devices; because no matter the rank of the Spiritual Artifact, it consumed less spiritual pressure than an N-grade Spiritual Clothes, with the consumption being almost negligible.
While speeding along, Xia Feng’s voice suddenly appeared in Mu Qingtong’s mind, as if he asked casually, "By the way, what is the trigger condition for your Spiritual Artifact?"
"..." The woman in the black dress shot Xia Feng a glance, her tone resigned, "Are you trying to catch me off guard to fish for information?"
"Just trying it out, no loss~"
"Mr. Xia, I suggest you pick a more substantial topic, I might just answer then."
"Sure, then another question, when will you advance to Third Rank Spirit Master?" Xia Feng asked.
Mu Qingtong spared Xia Feng a sidelong glance, noticing that he had recently been very concerned about her cultivation progress, frequently probing her in various ways about her spiritual pressure state and Spiritual Artifact capabilities... His curiosity about her had become increasingly apparent.
She could probably understand Xia Feng’s mindset. Facing a rare equal, one can’t help but devote more attention to them.
And then, to understand her, to confront her, to defeat her! Until, in the end... to control her!
This was the straightforward and unvarnished nature of confrontations among the strong.
Even amongst equals, in the end, only one person would be left standing, and those who fall do not deserve to maintain their place at the apex.
"Third Rank Spirit Master? I should be able to complete the advancement in about three months," Mu Qingtong stated indifferently.
"Three months?!" Xia Feng’s voice echoed once more in her mind, his incredulous tone tinged with a hint of disdain, "It’s actually going to take you three months to advance to Third Rank Spirit Master?"
"..."
Mu Qingtong knew fully well that this infuriating fellow was deliberately provoking her, but she couldn’t help but retort, "How long will you need?"
"Me?" Xia Feng boasted with a proud laugh, "A month is more than enough."
"..."
"Miss Mu, you can’t even do that?" Xia Feng’s mouth twisted, his expression one of perplexed amusement.
"!" Mu Qingtong revealed a helpless smile, "Keep boasting, I’ll keep listening."
Reaching the peak of spiritual pressure needed to advance to Third Rank was something she could achieve in two weeks, but the trouble was in collecting spiritual materials.
Three months was her conservative estimate.
Seeing no synchronization information from the Evil Demon Heart, Xia Feng felt that the Destructive Witch really had no ambition, so lazy, extremely lazy! With such a lackadaisical attitude, how could she ever aspire to rule over the Empire, let alone eliminate all of humanity, Miss Mu?
With that thought, he sighed, "Ah, some people didn’t believe I could advance without spiritual materials, and what happened?"
"....."
"What happened?"
Mu Qingtong ignored Xia Feng’s provocations. Advancing without spiritual materials came with many unknowns and risks; even a successful attempt didn’t really prove anything.
But Xia Feng’s infuriating attitude only served to fuel the fire within her.
In that case, only one thing remained!
To understand him, to confront him, to defeat him! And in the end... to make this infuriating equal utterly submit to her, Mu Qingtong, and control him!
