Chapter 709: 709. Confession through the door to Miss Mu
Chapter 710: 710. Chills
Xia Feng’s gaze swept over the alluring curves of Miss Mu’s nightgown for about ten seconds, his malicious intent unabashed.
But unfortunately, the woman showed no reaction, completely treating him as if he didn’t exist.
“Fine, fine, fine.”
“You’re teasing me, yet ignoring me, huh?” Xia Feng raised an eyebrow and knocked on the door. “I’m going to take a shower too.”
He said he was showering, but in reality, he just stood under the showerhead for a few dozen seconds, just for the sake of ritual.
After rinsing, he wrapped a towel around his broad waist and returned to the bedroom, walking straight to the big red bed and up to the silver-haired witch.
Mu Qingtong sat cross-legged quietly. Her delicate eyebrows involuntarily furrowed, and she tilted her cool, aloof little face upwards.
Mr. Xia’s chiseled abdominal muscles were right in front of her, the towel bulging in the middle and almost touching her face, with steam enveloping her.
She subconsciously pursed her red lips, her beautiful eyes looking up again, meeting the man’s condescending gaze from his black eyes.
“Mr. Xia, I don’t like this angle,” she said, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly, her displeasure evident in her light voice. “And I don’t like your expression either.”
Xia Feng blinked. In front of his waist, even with the silver-haired woman’s exquisite little face tilted up to look at him, there was an indescribable cool arrogance, and her golden eyes were sharp.
She was like a silver-furred cat about to get angry.
Xia Feng subconsciously raised his hand and patted the top of her lazily messy silver hair. This sudden gesture startled Mu Qingtong, her golden eyes widening imperceptibly.
Mu Qingtong: “!”
Her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and with a back throw, Xia Feng spun around, landing directly on the soft bed. The silver-haired witch straddled him, pressing down.
Xia Feng felt a weight on his abdomen. His jaw was held up, and his exquisitely beautiful little face was adorned with silvery strands sticking to his red lips. He looked at her with cold eyes. “Mr. Xia, is provoking me that amusing?”
“Provoking?” Xia Feng tilted his head and smiled lightly, “Didn’t Miss Mu provoke first? Oh no, you were seducing me…”
As he spoke, Xia Feng leaned close to the silver-haired woman’s delicate earlobe and whispered, “Miss Mu, you’re just a perverted witch with rampant lust.”
“…” Mu Qingtong was already accustomed to his taunting words. She slowly sat up, a half-smile on her face. “If that’s the case, Mr. Xia, you don’t like this sort of thing? Fine, then we won’t do it.”
As she spoke, she started to get up.
However, as soon as she lifted her hips, Xia Feng grabbed her slender waist and flipped them over, pinning her down.
She was forced into the lower position. Mr. Xia lowered his head and leaned into the side of her snow-white neck, his warm breath rapidly lingering and swirling.
Mu Qingtong didn’t stop him, only hooking her white arms around the back of Mr. Xia’s neck. Her cool little face instinctively tilted up slightly, her golden-hued beautiful eyes narrowing.
She patted Xia Feng’s black hair and said with a faint, mocking tone, “Mr. Xia, you seem to like licking, huh?”
“Miss Mu, you’ve misunderstood. I actually don’t like doing such vulgar things.”
Xia Feng raised his head, looking down at her with righteous indignation. “But with the current crisis, we should be diligently cultivating to deal with the hidden enemies lurking in the shadows.”
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a full-length mirror appeared to the right of the bed.
[A-class Yin-Yang Mirror]
[All things Yin and Yang, is Tai Chi, generating Two Forms]
[Dual Cultivation: When two men and women with similar composite attributes ‘combine Yin and Yang’ in front of the Yin-Yang Mirror, and their physical sensations harmonize and their minds are on the same frequency, reaching the pinnacle of both spirit and physical sensation, one of their composite attributes will randomly gain a 0.1 to 1 point amplification.]
[—Amplification Magnitude: Determined by factors such as the pair’s spiritual tacit understanding/strength gap/soul compatibility, etc.]
Since acquiring this spirit artifact, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong had rarely had the chance to use it. But now, with an opportunity arising, Xia Feng decided to reluctantly offer his physique to cultivate with Miss Mu for a while to speed up their progress.
Mu Qingtong tilted her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face, with its messy silver hair sticking to it, flushed slightly. She bit her lower lip tightly, suppressing any sound. Her usual cool and proud demeanor seemed somewhat shattered.
She actually didn’t like the way she looked in the mirror, her delicate eyebrows furrowed.
However, the Tai Chi power of the Yin-Yang Mirror was indeed potent, and cultivation felt like divine assistance.
She firmly pressed down on Mr. Xia’s wrists. Amidst Mr. Xia’s several dissatisfied angry growls as he tried to flip over, she vaguely gained insight, her beautiful eyes half-closing as she entered a flow state.
She quickly constructed the spirit particle structure of the upgraded spirit substance surface layer, and their spirit pressure density soared during the reconstruction.
Simultaneously, Xia Feng, in a state of extreme excitement, felt a synchronized response. He also embraced Miss Mu’s beautiful back, his eyes half-closed.
Their spirit pressure was climbing at a visible rate.
It had to be said that Mu Qingtong’s genius was truly heaven-defying. With the amplification of the Yin-Yang Mirror and her own innate talent, after only ten hours, Xia Feng could vaguely feel his spirit pressure density reaching the mid-stage of Venerable One.
It had been less than half a month since the two of them ascended to Venerable.
!
For a normal Venerable, reaching the peak of Venerable One spirit pressure would take at least several decades, not to mention the materials and rituals needed to form their second Dao Fruit.
Ascending to Venerable Two would take at least a century.
Of course, there were some super geniuses who could form their second Dao Fruit within thirty years, or even twenty years.
Xia Feng felt that since his spirit pressure had reached the mid-stage of Venerable One, he could actually start preparing the spirit materials for Miss Mu’s Venerable Two Dao Fruit in advance.
Striving to ascend to Venerable Two within a month!
“Hiss—” Locked in a tight embrace, Xia Feng gasped in Mu Qingtong’s ear. After a while, when the swelling sensation of spirit pressure amplification stabilized again and his soul space adapted, he pressed his nose against the silver-haired witch’s sweaty ear and neck, speaking with some difficulty:
“Miss Mu, what A-class Spirit Robe do you think we should choose for our second Dao Fruit?”
Mu Qingtong’s beautiful eyes were languidly half-closed, and she said with a faint, clear voice, “From now on, we won’t have Throne Constructs or other fusion-type Spirit Robes. Which Dao Fruit I form has nothing to do with Mr. Xia.”
“…”
Hearing this, Xia Feng jolted awake. This wouldn’t do. If they didn’t form the same Dao Fruit, wouldn’t his synchronization ability be exposed?
“Alright, don’t think about that for now. Let’s continue,” the silver-haired witch said in a slightly hoarse and seductive voice. Her red lips once again covered his thin lips, their breaths mingling rapidly.
Xia Feng had no choice. He embraced the witch’s slender waist, dealing with her while mentally asking, “If we can obtain the S-grade Spirit Robe, Moon Time Divine Domain, how about we both form this for our second Dao Fruit?”
“Let’s get our hands on it first.”
Seeing that Xia Feng was suddenly distracted from cultivation, Mu Qingtong frowned and reprimanded him coldly, “Don’t be absent-minded when cultivating. Be serious.”
“…”
Xia Feng recovered from his thoughts and, staring at this perverted witch, scoffed, “Miss Mu, do you want to cultivate? You’re just lusting after my body.”
“Enough, Mr. Xia, don’t be so narcissistic.”
Mu Qingtong shook her head. With a thought, she consumed mental power to cast a spirit puppet avatar. Instantly, a second black-dressed woman appeared beside the bed.
The black-dressed woman walked onto the bed, sat behind Xia Feng, embraced his waist, and whispered into his ear, “Let out your tail, just like in the safe house. I and my avatar will cultivate with you, and our progress might be even faster.”
Xia Feng: “…?”
And you say you’re not lusting after my body.
Mu Qingtong, you’re despicable!
