Chapter 861: State Conversion
Tongtian Island is vast. At Jin Yangtian’s full speed, it would take at most two hours, or at least one hour, to reach the Heavenly Gate and enter the Heavenly Realm.
“Miss Mu, can you use the Fate Stone to speed up the fusion progress of the Dragon Tail Lust?” Xia Feng asked mentally while suspended in mid-air.
A feminine, cool, and indifferent voice replied, “If you don’t resist, then we can try.”
Xia Feng: “…”
He glanced at the powerful beings approaching like shooting stars in the sky above Tongtian Island and sighed helplessly.
Forget it, it’s all for the sake of becoming stronger!
A little suffering would be fine!
“Alright, how should I do it?” he asked curiously.
“Give me Body Authority,” Miss Mu’s cool voice rang out.
But Xia Feng couldn’t shake the feeling that Miss Mu’s tone carried an unspeakable, teasing amusement. “Also, you must not resist at any point during this process, otherwise, it’s very easy to fail and suffer a backlash.”
“…” Xia Feng’s eye twitched. “Miss Mu, you know the situation is critical right now, right? Don’t do anything excessive! The important business comes first!”
“Hmm? What are you talking about, Mr. Xia?” Mu Qingtong asked, feigning confusion. “You think I would do something excessive?”
“…Nothing,” Xia Feng decided to trust Miss Mu’s character this once and relaxed his mind.
Soon, he felt his limbs lose control and start moving on their own. It was Miss Mu taking over.
Then! He watched helplessly as his own hand shot towards his lower back and grabbed his dragon tail!
The moment the Fate Stone on his palm lit up with purple light, it began to rapidly stroke along the dragon scale tail.
“Buzz—! Buzz—!” Black and white light flows rapidly flickered on the tail, the dragon scales rising and falling in unison, moving as fast as an illusion.
Instantly, Xia Feng saw stars, felt utterly bewildered, and was overcome with shame and humiliation!
He had an inexplicable urge to…
“Mu Qingtong!!!” He couldn’t hold back, anger flaring from his heart, and he was about to struggle to regain control.
“I told you not to move, be careful of the backlash,” Mu Qingtong’s calm tone was devoid of any emotion as she reminded him.
“…”
Fine, Witch! You win! Xia Feng quickly devised a plan in his heart and stopped struggling, allowing Mu Qingtong to continue her actions.
[Fusion Progress: 95% -> 96%]
With Mu Qingtong personally nourishing the dragon tail with the Fate Stone, the fusion progress did indeed accelerate further.
Soon, as Xia Feng’s face turned red to its limit, Mu Qingtong finally released Xia Feng’s hand and said indifferently, “This is already the limit speed. It will take about another hour or so to successfully fuse the two Dragon God Lusts.”
“Is that so?” Xia Feng regained consciousness, raised his eyes, and chuckled, “So, Miss Mu, can I control my body now?”
“Naturally.”
Xia Feng smiled and regained control of his body. In that instant, he quickly formed a hand seal and activated [Dual Origin Dao Fruit · Throne Construct] again!
[Current State: Xia Feng · Yang]
[Current Control: Xia Feng]
[Construct · Fusion · State Conversion —]
[Current State: Mu Qingtong · Yin]
As Xia Feng’s thoughts moved, his body began to transform. The white ancient robe with intricate gold thread patterns gradually turned ink black. The waistline tightened, and the body displayed the shadows of both a delicate female form and a robust male physique. As they interwove, the male form receded into the depths of his soul, while the female form’s shadow merged with the robe.
As countless golden streams of light emanated from his fair collarbone, flowed past two bright moons, and crossed over hills, they instantly transformed into a magnificent and elegant black and purple long skirt.
Beneath the long skirt, the rose-red lace at the edge of the stockings dug into his skin. The white boots on his feet below also morphed into luxurious high heels.
The silver-white hair that whipped up in the fierce flames fell softly onto his beautiful back. As he looked up, a cold mask with a swastika pattern on a black background gazed out at the void beyond the heavens.
This region was already covered by the stellar ash points, like the core of a star. The extreme heat generated waves of heat. The cool woman in the center appeared like an empress from Hell, exuding majestic authority.
However, the woman’s next action was astonishing.
She quickly parted the layers of the skirt with her delicate hand and began fiddling with something inside. Her movements were… rather crude.
Her intellectual, cool, and majestic demeanor was somewhat compromised.
“You—” The woman’s voice rose in anger, her tone trembling, clearly infuriated. “Xia Feng!!”
The woman raised her right hand and tapped it in front of her eyes. The crystal-clear dew on her fingertips vaporized and dissipated in the extreme heat of the ashen sun.
From beneath the mysterious and ancient swastika mask, a cool, indifferent female laugh emerged: “Heh heh~ So this is how it feels. Miss Mu, have you done this to yourself before?”
“…” Mu Qingtong did not want to speak.
But she soon calmed down. Thinking of something, her tone returned to its usual gentle whisper, even with a hint of a light smile. “Mr. Xia, if you are interested in my body’s structure and hormonal reactions, you may do as you please. Do whatever you want.”
“…?”
Xia Feng had expected Miss Mu to be fearful and not dare to act presumptuously towards him anymore, especially since he now controlled the fused state.
In the Throne Construct state, after fusion, regardless of whether the chosen state was Yin or Yang, only one person would have primary control. Even if control was temporarily granted to the other person, it could be instantly retaken.
To change the primary control, one would have to exit the fused state and fuse again.
Therefore, the Throne Construct, an A-class Dual Origin Dao Fruit, could only be used when both parties completely trusted each other. Otherwise, if one party harbored ill intentions, they could truly seize everything from the other party.
Because of this, Xia Feng was now…
Extremely arrogant!
But he hadn’t expected Miss Mu to be angry for only a moment before letting it go?
No, you evil witch, don’t you feel any humiliation at all!
This makes me lose face! Xia Feng reached into the skirt again, testing, “Miss Mu, are you sure I can do anything I want?”
Deep in his soul, the silver-haired woman’s beautiful face was serene. She spoke in a light, interested tone, with a hint of curious doubt, “Mr. Xia, I have been [—] by you over a thousand times. We already know each other’s depths. Why do you still think I would care about such a small matter?”
Her wording was direct, containing some harmonious technical terms that Xia Feng could barely decipher.
“…”
Good!
Xia Feng rubbed his forehead helplessly. Okay, okay, my perspective was too narrow. You, the evil witch, are more open-minded!
But…
Does this witch truly not mind how I control her body? Xia Feng narrowed his eyes, the corners of his lips curling into a knowing smile.
Of course, he didn’t dare to think too deeply, lest this witch overhear his thoughts.
He withdrew his hand.
Deep in his soul, Mu Qingtong secretly breathed a sigh of relief at this. The round legs of her spirit body, which had subconsciously pressed together, relaxed slightly.
To say she didn’t feel ashamed would be impossible.
Shame was a normal emotion produced under the social moral norms of her race. Although she intended to abandon these norms, she was, after all, a social creature.
