NOVPUBXia Feng and White Dragon looked down on each other.
After a few words of quarrel, Xuanwu said in a deep voice, "Enough, White Dragon. If you undertake a disguise mission, we’ll be one Third Rank Spirit Master short on the front lines. How are we supposed to fight?"
White Dragon was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. Indeed, both sides were evenly matched in the strength of their Third and Fourth Rank Spirit Masters on the front lines; they couldn’t afford to lose anyone.
Xuanwu looked at Xia Feng, "Kid, currently only you and White Dragon possess the ability to disguise, but I don’t think it’s worth taking this risk. Even if you successfully infiltrate their ranks... to be honest, it won’t make much of a difference. In the end, we still have to rely on Li Hongdou herself."
The old man’s words were sincere, and Xia Feng understood, but he still shook his head, "Director, I understand all that, but I’m still worried about Mushroom going alone."
"Xia, Xia Feng... actually, I can do it alone...." Mushroom muttered from the side.
Xia Feng glanced at her, and Mushroom immediately fell silent.
Seeing Xia Feng’s determination, the old man knew he couldn’t persuade him. After thinking for a moment, he took out a cross-shaped necklace from his sleeve and tossed it to Xia Feng:
"Dragon Banquet Order. If push comes to shove, activate the Spiritual Pressure to destroy it. The force field it creates can withstand a full-strength blow from a Fourth Rank."
Xia Feng subconsciously caught it, his eyes lighting up. Damn, this is a great item.
The old guy isn’t too bad~
The group then discussed the specific details of the combat strategy for a while before dispersing. Just before leaving, Director Xuanwu once again instructed:
"Remember, make sure the birth ritual is not completed, don’t let the Prince acquire Yue Hongli as a master. No one knows what abilities Yue Hongli possesses; the uncertainties are too high."
"Don’t worry, Director Sir, I’m the most reliable when it comes to getting things done, and I won’t let the birth ritual succeed!" Xia Feng assured him with a pat on his chest and then set off with Mushroom ahead of everyone else.
Watching Xia Feng’s retreating figure, White Dragon’s frown deepened, "Director, do you really believe that kid and that little girl can succeed?"
Under the setting sun, Xuanwu sat in his wheelchair, gazing deeply into the forest depths, and after a moment of silence, he sighed:
"Let’s hope they can make it. There’s no better option."
White Dragon smirked, "In my view, that Xia guy’s disguise ability is too easily detected. It’s more reliable to believe that we can forcefully break in."
*
"Do I really not need to go with you?" Mu Qingtong said calmly.
"I would like you to come, but what identity could you use? Your current identity is that of a dead person, killed by the eight-faced people."
Xia Feng stroked his chin, "Hmm, if the eight-faced person were a lecher, he might spare your life, but with his old, small, and short appearance, I’m afraid he’s long lost that kind of desire. So, capturing you to bring back wouldn’t make much sense..."
"Alright, you can shut up now."
Mu Qingtong, in her black dress fluttering elegantly in the lingering sunset, watched Xia Feng wave goodbye and said, "I’m off."
He quickly disappeared into the pitch-dark forest, carrying Mushroom on his back.
Mushroom’s arms wrapped around Xia Feng’s neck, her light green curly hair partially covering her pretty face. She blinked her eyes in silence for a long time before suddenly whispering, "Feng, did you do ’it’ with Mu Shen?"
"Do what... huh?" Xia Feng stumbled and almost hit a tree but managed to adjust direction just in time to continue speeding forward.
"What did you just say?" Xia Feng couldn’t believe his ears.
Mushroom’s slightly chubby face turned pink, and she murmured, "I said, have you and Mu Shen done... that..."
Xia Feng’s brain froze for a moment, then responded incredulously, "Of course not, why? Are you afraid I’d defile your goddess?"
"No, it’s not that," Mushroom quickly explained, biting her lip, "I was just curious. I mean, you and Mu Shen are engaged, right? It’s common for engaged couples to... you know, be pregnant before marriage...."
Unmarried... yet pregnant? Xia Feng couldn’t help but think of the Destructive Witch in her elegant black dress, gently looking at him with a tender gaze while sporting a noticeably large belly.
Damn, this feels somehow...
In his imagination, Xia Feng looked down and saw beside her homely pink slippers numerous severed heads and limbs, standing atop a mountain of blood-soaked corpses. The blood flowed like countless tributaries, spreading in all directions in this apocalyptic landscape.
The soft smile of the woman in the black dress looking at him gradually became terrifying, causing Xia Feng to shiver and snap back to reality.
No, no, I should go find my unborn wife! Xia Feng’s eyes twitched as he shook his head and said, "Thinking too much, Mushroom. Miss Mu and I are only fiancés in name; we’re actually not very close."
"Not very close?" Mushroom looked puzzled. "But I’ve noticed that Miss Mu treats you very differently from everyone else."
"Differently?" Xia Feng asked.
Mushroom thought for a moment and then said, "Miss Mu is very popular at school, she speaks with everyone smiling warmly, but what’s strange is that despite being so approachable, she doesn’t seem to have a single friend and is always alone.
But I’ve noticed that she’s been with you a lot lately. What is she coming to you for?"
What else could she be doing? Looking for a scolding, right? This Destructive Witch doesn’t have any ounce of progressiveness without a few provocations. Xia Feng mentally retorted.
"I suspect that she might have an ulterior motive for you. Miss Mu is definitely not as simple as she appears."
"..."
Should I say or not say? Although Mushroom is introverted and socially anxious, he observes people quite closely. Has he noticed that Mu Qingtong doesn’t fit into this world?
"So, Xia Feng, I suspect that Miss Mu might have fallen in love with you!" Mushroom concluded.
"Ah?"
Xia Feng decided to retract his earlier compliment; Mushroom was not only introverted and socially anxious but also completely inaccurate at reading people.
As the two chatted away, seven or eight hours went by, and Xia Feng once again vaguely saw the Ping Shan Hospital nestled deep within the forest.
Xia Feng had already copied the appearance, body shape, voice, and all other characteristics of a certain person, and after donning the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor, which transformed him into a large figure, he put on a black robe and the mask with eight faces.
Apart from lacking the memories of the person with eight faces, with the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor, he was almost indistinguishable from him.
Furthermore, he could imbue the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor with the aura of Evil Power using the Evil Demon Heart, making the disguise even more convincing.
And the last risk was the possibility of being exposed by a Fourth-order Spirit Master who could see through his copying ability and peer into his soul. However, he had thought of a solution for that as well.
That was to cover his soul with the Bronze Mask, so that even if someone tried to probe his soul, they would only encounter a void.
The Bronze Mask possessed an incredibly strong ability to prevent its soul from being detected.
With this, he had leeway to maneuver.
Of course, this was not Xia Feng’s true last line of defense.
His real insurance was the Black Crow’s feather thorn, initially intended to guard against the dangers posed by the Life Star God.
But after realizing that the Life Roulette game wasn’t actually dangerous—in fact, he had found a major loophole—he had kept the feather thorn.
The Black Crow’s feather thorn could instantly transport him and any touched life form into the Evil Dragon Space, serving as a final safety measure.
"Who’s there? Stop!"
As Xia Feng approached the Ping Shan Hospital, countless searchlights swept towards him.
"Mushroom, get ready, the show’s about to start~"
"Okay!"
