Chapter 112: Become My Slave
Under Mu Qingtong’s control, Shi Feng stood stiffly, twisting his neck and shoulders with crisp cracking sounds. After a two-second pause, Shi Feng slowly turned his head to look at Xia Feng.
Suddenly, Shi Feng raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face. *Pa!!* The sound was loud.
Xia Feng: “?”
*Pa!!!* This time it was the other cheek, revealing red handprints.
Xia Feng: “???”
Xia Feng’s eyes twitched slightly, unwilling to indulge Mu Qingtong’s malicious hobby. He deliberately took out the Moon God Tear, thought for a moment, and then pulled up Anubi’s head. Gongsun Ze was from the Burning Heaven Sacred Hall. There might be Burning Heaven personnel waiting outside the Calamity Realm. To prevent any accidents, Anubi’s head was perfect for intimidation.
At this time, Cha Nai Xue and Yin’s seals were also broken. After frowning for two seconds, they suddenly woke up, sat up, and gasped for air.
Cha Nai Xue looked up in confusion. The picture that met her eyes was of a Spade Person holding the Moon God Tear in his right hand and a god’s head in his left. Her pupils dilated.
The Spade Person… had he really appeared? And killed the Nightmare God?
“The Calamity Realm is about to be destroyed, let’s go,” the Spade Person’s voice was neutral and deep.
***
Under the dark night sky, rows of off-road vehicles were parked on the roadside, with desolate fields on either side. Suddenly, a mysterious figure, draped in a red hooded robe, stepped out of space and appeared above an off-road vehicle, gazing into the distance. Beneath his hood was a mask with a vertical pupil outlined in blood-red lines. His blood-red robe fluttered in the evening breeze.
Behind him, a one-meter-tall scarlet eye quietly opened, rolling around.
“No one has come out yet. It seems that Gongsun Ze’s little brat has dealt with everyone inside,” the red-robed figure said calmly. “I told you earlier, we didn’t even need to help clean up this mess.”
“Geng Gui, stop being so lazy.”
As the scarlet eye expanded and contracted, a cold command issued forth. “The descent of a God-tier Calamity Realm is very important for our plan to unfold. Nothing can go wrong.”
“Yes, yes~” The red-robed figure’s tone remained lazy, and he crossed his arms, his blood-red mask turning slightly. “I’m quite curious, how did the Garden Owner cooperate with Anubi? Nightmare Gods are all greedy. What price did the Garden Owner pay?”
“Nothing more than finding more proxies for him, slaves, and the like.”
“Just that?”
“Geng Gui, you are not qualified to know more,” the scarlet eye’s tone was still indifferent.
“Tch—I don’t deign to know anyway.”
The red-robed figure lazily uttered this, yawned, and looked up at the fields above, sighing. “Really, Gongsun Ze is such a waste, so slow. He’s already half an hour late, and he’s still not out.”
He suddenly added, “Oh, right. I remember there were two more of our people inside besides Gongsun Ze?”
The scarlet eye said in a deep voice, “That’s right. They are low-level cult members codenamed Owl and Octopus. They participated in the Life Roulette game in District 30, with game numbers 11 and 17. They are currently carrying out the mission to capture the noble lady of Taicang Mu Clan, Mu Qingtong, and have entered the Mi Jia Calamity Realm.”
“Tsk, Mu Qingtong, I’ve heard of her.” Geng Gui let out a cold laugh, his tone icy. “She managed to enter the top ten of the Spirit Song purely based on her pretty face. Heh~ This damn world is indeed full of injustice.”
“That’s why the Garden chose her.” The scarlet eye flickered with a strange light, and it said calmly, “The Garden will give her the punishment she deserves.”
“That’s good.” Geng Gui grinned, yawned again, and stretched lazily, his tone showing impatience. “Damn it, is Gongsun Ze eating shit? Why is he so slow?”
“Wait patiently,” the scarlet eye said calmly.
An hour passed.
“Did something happen to this useless Gongsun Ze?”
“The plan is foolproof, there will be no problems. Wait.”
“Alright, alright.”
Two hours passed.
“Still waiting??”
“Geng Gui, to achieve great things, one must first learn patience.”
“That makes sense! I’ll wait!” Geng Gui nodded. The main thing was that he couldn’t enter the Mi Jia Calamity Realm either, so he had nothing else to do but wait.
Two and a half hours passed.
The red-robed figure sat cross-legged on the car roof, his head nodding off. He suddenly woke up. “Damn it, has Anubi, that dog-like Nightmare God, broken the contract?”
*Buzz—*
As soon as he finished speaking, the space above the fields suddenly distorted. Eight figures emerged from the spatial barrier and entered the real world. Mu Qingtong, Cha Nai Xue, and Yin were followed by three pieces of armor, carrying the unconscious Panda, Chen Xingdao, and Cai Kuihua.
“Hm?” Geng Gui was bewildered. Why were so many people still alive? Where was Gongsun Ze?
Just then, the spatial rift twisted, and it seemed someone else hadn’t come out yet.
“So they were at the very back…” Geng Gui’s words cut off abruptly. The mysterious person in the black robe and Spade mask walked out of the Calamity Realm, and the rift closed instantly.
The moment the Spade Person appeared, the scarlet eye on the off-road vehicle contracted sharply. Geng Gui, just about to stand up, lost his footing and fell awkwardly. His lazy gaze turned solemn, staring intently at the head of Anubi in the Spade Person’s hand, and he exclaimed in shock, “Wh-what’s going on?!”
“The Nightmare God… is dead?!” The scarlet eye’s usually indifferent gaze was filled with shock. Then, realizing something, its pupils shifted slightly. “Run!”
“You don’t need to tell me! Damn it—” Geng Gui stomped his foot and dove directly into the one-meter-tall scarlet eye. The eye snapped shut, disappearing without a trace.
In a dimly lit room over a thousand miles away, space opened its eyes, and Geng Gui flew out disheveled, hitting the wall and slowly sliding down.
“Geng Gui, you seem a bit disheveled.” Under the dim yellow light, a mysterious woman whose face could not be seen was sitting in front of a sketching board, her back to Geng Gui. Her delicate white hand held an oil painting brush, as if she were painting. Without turning her head, she said calmly, “Speak, what is it?”
Geng Gui recovered from his fear, quickly stood up, and said in a deep, respectful voice, “Teacher Cang, the plan for the God-tier Calamity Realm has failed!”
“Failed?” The woman’s brush strokes did not stop. She continued to sketch seriously on the board and said casually, “How did it fail?”
Geng Gui, still shaken, said in a deep voice, “It was the Spade Person. He killed the Nightmare God Anubi!”
“…”
The woman accidentally drew a long, conspicuous red mark on the drawing board. Her brush paused for a moment, and after a three-second silence, she said in a deep voice, “Scarlet, play the footage.”
The scarlet vertical pupil behind Geng Gui flickered, and an image appeared in the room. After watching the scene, the woman muttered with slight annoyance, “The Peach again… This organization actually has the power to kill gods.”
“Teacher Cang, didn’t I remember the Spade Person being a Venerable?”
“He is a Venerable, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t someone more powerful behind him.” The woman gently put down her brush. “Only gods can deal with gods. Therefore, there must be an extremely powerful god behind the Peach Organization.”
“Let’s leave it at that for now,” the woman stood up, her voice deep. “This matter is of great importance and must be reported to the Garden Owner immediately. You two, follow me.”
“Yes!”
***
After scaring them away with a glance, Xia Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he had expected, there were people from the Burning Heaven Sacred Hall waiting outside. Fortunately, Anubi’s head was intimidating enough.
“Mr. Spade, I am—” Cha Nai Xue looked at the Moon God Tear in the Spade Person’s hand and was about to speak when she saw the Spade Person and Xia Feng get into a specially made military off-road vehicle, talking about something.
After a while, Xia Feng rolled down the car window and beckoned to her. Cha Nai Xue, with a nervous heart, got into the rear seat of the car, only to find that the Spade Person had disappeared.
She was stunned. “Where did that adult go?”
!
“Of course, he left. Did you expect him to stay for dinner?” Xia Feng crossed his legs, adopting an air of authority, and shook the Moon God Tear necklace in his hand, smiling. “Saintess Naisue, it’s time to pay your life-saving reward.”
“…”
Cha Nai Xue glanced at the tightly sealed car window, then back at Xia Feng’s sinister smile in the dim light. Her face flushed slightly, and she bit her lip, glaring angrily. “Little Feng… I will not do this kind of thing!”
Xia Feng: “?” His sinister smile faltered. “As expected of you, Cha Nai Xue, still as narcissistic as ever.”
“In a way, you’re thicker-skinned than I am,” Xia Feng said helplessly, uncrossing his legs.
“…” Cha Nai Xue was stunned by his words, then suddenly understood that she had misunderstood Xia Feng’s meaning. This made her face even redder, and she tightly pressed her legs together under her snow skirt. She took a deep breath to quickly detach herself from her surging emotions and regain her rationality, her gaze calm. “A life-saving reward, is that it? Don’t worry, I won’t go back on my word. As long as your request is reasonable, I will do my best to satisfy you.”
“Very good, Naisue Older Sister. I won’t say anything else, but I really admire your honesty and trustworthiness.” Xia Feng smiled. Although he knew it was partly due to the Spade Person—he had deliberately used the Spade Person’s identity to hold the Moon God Tear just now, wanting Cha Nai Xue to know that she wasn’t making a deal with him, Xia Feng, but with the entire Peach Organization. If she wanted to break the contract, she would have to weigh the cost of offending the Peach Organization.
Hearing Xia Feng’s sudden praise, Cha Nai Xue’s heart inexplicably quickened. She couldn’t help but purse her lips and frown. She realized that whenever she faced Xia Feng, she inexplicably felt nervous, something that had never happened before. She clenched her fists, forcing herself to remain rational and calm, and said in a deep voice, “Tell me, what do you want?”
“What I want is very simple.” Xia Feng smiled slightly. “Aren’t you learning the S-class Spirit Robe ‘Moon God Domain’? I want that.”
“?” Cha Nai Xue was stunned, her purple eyes lighting up. “You want to learn Dual Moon with me?”
“No, no, no—” Xia Feng shook his finger, his expression serious. “I want the complete set of Spirit Paper that records the structure of the ‘Moon God Domain,’ and then I’ll follow the Solitary Moon path.”
Solitary Moon is impossible, he actually wanted Mu Qingtong to learn Dual Moon, wouldn’t that mean he was also practicing Dual Moon? However, Dual Moon seemed to require some bond conditions, and he and Mu Qingtong didn’t have this condition. But it didn’t matter, if Dual Moon didn’t work out, then Solitary Moon would do. Perfect!
“Impossible!” Cha Nai Xue glared at Xia Feng expressionlessly. “I said reasonable requests. Do you think your request is reasonable?”
“Unreasonable?” Xia Feng widened his eyes.
“Un-rea-son-able!” Cha Nai Xue was truly speechless. Her slightly calmed emotions became restless again. She sighed helplessly. “Let me put it this way, the Moon God Domain is the most core legacy Spirit Robe of the Black Moon Holy See. The only Spirit Paper is carried by the Pope himself. For us four quasi-Saintesses to learn it, we can only go to the headquarters once a year on the inheritance day.”
“The Pope will choose to impart the next part of the Spirit Particle Structure information into our minds based on our learning progress, and set up the highest-level secret poison.”
“Is that so…” Xia Feng couldn’t help but frown. He had heard about secret poison from Mu Qingtong. If someone mentioned certain secrets that were locked to someone who was ignorant of them, it would trigger a secret poison warning. If the knowledgeable person insisted on speaking, they would self-detonate and die. It could only be said to be worthy of an S-class Spirit Robe; its protective measures were unbeatable. Xia Feng nodded. In fact, he just wanted to probe Cha Nai Xue and get more information about the Moon God Domain. He hadn’t held much hope of actually obtaining the Moon God Domain.
Of course, his ultimate goal was still to obtain an S-class Spirit Robe. Although the hope was slim, it was always good to plan ahead and plant a chess piece in the Black Moon Holy See, in case it could be used in the future. Since Cha Nai Xue had used him, he might as well use Cha Nai Xue, and he felt no psychological burden.
“Sigh, it’s difficult if I can’t get an S-class Spirit Robe.” Xia Feng tapped his knuckles rhythmically on the small wooden table next to the armrest, producing irregular *dong~ dong~~ dong~* sounds. With each tap, Cha Nai Xue’s brows furrowed tighter. She had a bit of a compulsive disorder and disliked anything irregular or incomplete. Especially in this quiet, cramped space, her attention was inevitably drawn to Xia Feng’s slender index finger, lifting high, slowly falling… falling, falling…
Just fall already! Her purple eyes widened, her heart leaping again—she couldn’t stand it any longer and grabbed Xia Feng’s wrist.
*Dong—* The last light sound fell. Cha Nai Xue’s shoulders relaxed, and her gentle, calm voice trembled slightly. “Hurry up and say it. Besides the Moon God Domain, I’ll agree to anything else!”
“Let me put it this way, Naisue Older Sister, I believe your life and Yin’s life are worth one S-class Spirit Robe.”
“Ah?”
“Hm? Do you think your lives are not even worth that of a mere S-class Spirit Robe?”
“…You’re right, it’s indeed worth one S-class Spirit Robe,” Cha Nai Xue said, resigned to her fate.
“But unfortunately, you can’t pay for an S-class now, or even an A-class Spirit Robe. This is very troublesome.” Xia Feng smiled. “However, it’s okay. Some things are not urgent. You can owe the S-class Spirit Robe for now, but you need to pay a little interest.”
“Interest?”
“Yes, interest.” Xia Feng’s expression was sincere. “All you Black Moon Saintesses should have the B-class Spirit Robe ‘Slave Contract,’ right?”
Xia Feng had learned about the Black Moon Holy See and knew that each quasi-Saintess would choose three guardian knights. After these three knights were bound by the Slave Contract, they would remain eternally loyal to the master, not betraying or having any subjective thoughts detrimental to the master, otherwise they would be severely punished, even to death. At the same time, the contracted slaves would gain a defensive ability called ‘Shield of Protection,’ which could be used to block attacks for the master.
“So, you want the ‘Slave Contract’?” Cha Nai Xue breathed a sigh of relief. “This also has many restrictions, but I should be able to find a way to steal it for you.”
“That’s good,” Xia Feng nodded sincerely. “But besides that, I need you to sign the ‘Slave Contract’ with me now.”
“…Ah?” Cha Nai Xue’s purple eyes widened slightly. “You want to become my guardian knight?”
Xia Feng smiled without speaking, looking at her quietly. Cha Nai Xue seemed to realize something, her pupils gradually enlarging. “You—you—”
A faint smile played on Xia Feng’s lips. He leaned down, draped the Moon God Tear necklace around the snow-skirted woman’s neck, and gently fastened it. He leaned towards her ear and said in a gentle voice, “Since you know I have connections with the Peach Organization, you should understand under what circumstances secrets can… remain secrets forever!”
