Chapter 1004: Miss Evil Dragon, Time is of the Essence
Author: Fingertip Madness
Date: 2025-06-18
Chapter 1004. Miss Evil Dragon, Time is of the Essence
Although Miss Evil Dragon was pacified, that was only the beginning. Xia Feng soon realized that the Evil Dragon’s name was well-earned.
An abyssal black dragon tail was entwined in coils.
Xia Feng leaned into the embrace of the woman on the divine seat, his back to her. Facing him was the woman in the imperial dress, who looked identical.
The woman in the imperial dress was controlled by her main body, unable to move. She could only stand before the divine seat and watch, making eye contact with Xia Feng.
“Evil Dragon…” Xia Feng murmured, his lips twitching. An arm like a lotus root and a slender hand reached from behind him, wrapping around his abdomen. A slightly annoyed whisper sounded by his ear, “I told you not to call me that.”
“I am not an Evil Dragon!”
Listening to her annoyed declaration of warning, the light in Xia Feng’s black eyes gradually grew hazy, his neck arching back.
*
An unknown amount of time passed.
Xia Feng, groggy, awoke from a misty consciousness to find his head resting on the lap of the woman in the starry skirt, with the woman in the imperial dress providing a soft cushion beneath his waist as he lay on the divine seat.
The women in the starry skirt and imperial dress sat side by side again, each holding a thick book and occasionally writing on the pages with their pens.
They were writing diaries.
Since synchronizing with her main body’s memories, the Empress had also developed the habit of writing a diary.
Xia Feng’s black eyes stared blankly at the sky. The World Tree’s branches swayed, and the world was filled only with the rustling of leaves and the soft scratching of pen on paper.
Admittedly, although he had been dazed by the tail earlier, he felt more relaxed now than ever before.
His head rested on a starry river, or perhaps a soft, plush ocean, carrying the scent of jasmine.
His waist was also supported by the imperial dress, though the Empress had placed a thick book on his abdomen, seemingly using him as a desk.
As he opened his eyes, two pairs of pale vertical pupils looked at him simultaneously.
Honestly, Miss Evil Dragon’s assets were overwhelmingly grand. He raised his black eyes and saw chest peaks outlined by the starry river, heavy and vast, like a starry curtain, blocking the view of the gods.
“You’re awake,” their majestic voices said in unison.
“Mmm…”
“I recall you have a food that can alleviate pain.”
The woman in the imperial dress said expressionlessly, “Since you are unwilling to alleviate my suffering, then give me that food.”
Xia Feng blinked and didn’t refuse. He took out two strings of Tanghulu from the Nascent Ten Space and handed one to each woman.
Although he genuinely didn’t believe this thing could alleviate any suffering.
The Empress took the crystal-clear strings of red fruit, and a faint shimmer passed through her indifferent vertical pupils.
She knew that this was ordinary human food, nothing special, and certainly couldn’t reduce pain.
Of course, her main body could easily discern from the mechanism of this object that it had no pain-relieving effect.
Yet, her main body believed it did.
It was self-deception.
However, no matter what, what her main body had, she would have too!
Her red lips parted as she sucked on a crystal-clear red fruit. Her majestic and calm little face puffed out her cheeks.
It was sweet, as if seeping into her heart. Her vertical pupils remained indifferent, but beneath the imperial dress, her snow-white dragon tail emerged again, swiftly swaying left and right around the tip that was coiled around her ankles.
It was more joyful than ever before.
The taste was good.
Seeing the remnant spirit eagerly biting into the red tempting glazed fruit like someone who had never seen the world, Di Si pursed her lips and shook her head. Unlike the remnant spirit’s impatience, her movements were unhurried as she slowly savored the sweet fruit.
“…” The Empress couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and subconsciously slowed her pace, imitating her main body.
Maintaining elegance in front of a believer.
The atmosphere became quiet, and no one spoke.
Xia Feng comfortably rested his head on the starry skirt, then slightly turned to face the abdomen of the woman in the starry skirt.
As he moved, the thigh under the starry skirt tensed slightly but soon relaxed again.
Only the tip of the pale dragon tail, hidden by the hem of the skirt, was firmly stepped on by a snow-white foot.
The woman in the starry skirt looked down and gently stroked Xia Feng’s black hair with her slender hand.
Meanwhile, the woman in the imperial dress, while slowly eating the Tanghulu, looked down at Xia Feng’s abdomen, her vertical pupils narrowing as she pondered something.
In the quiet atmosphere, Xia Feng finally spoke, addressing the serious matter, “Lord Dragon God, do you have a way to reverse the positions of Gui Hua’s main palace and sub-palace?”
Di Si snapped back to attention and nodded, “Of course, I do.”
“Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult. But now that you have re-established the Calamity Contract with Gui Hua, you have the basis for ‘divine palace reversal’.”
“Next, you only need to collect enough ‘divine spirits’ to power your Refining God Tower. Use the Refining God Tower to exert maximum pressure on Hua Shen’s main palace. Combined with my pale divine authority, you can achieve ‘divine palace reversal’.”
“How many divine spirits are needed?” Miss Evil Dragon said it simply, but Xia Feng felt it would be difficult.
“At least, 10.”
Ten? Xia Feng rubbed his forehead. When he traded with the Heavenly Realm’s spirit energy and various factions, he had only managed to acquire three divine spirits, and they hadn’t even arrived yet.
Ten divine spirits were truly hard to come by.
However, there was no need to rush. With the Calamity Contract and the deterrence of Pale Di Si, he wasn’t afraid of Hua Shen causing any trouble.
Speaking of which, this descent into Golden Sparrow City had been quite fruitful. Besides obtaining the S-class Spirit Artifact Gui Xu Meng Yan, he had also temporarily suppressed Hua Shen, a major threat.
Controlling Hua Shen was equivalent to controlling the Golden Sparrow Flower. Coupled with his Sumeru Gate being located in Golden Sparrow City,
Now that Burning Heaven had been defeated and could no longer invade Sparrow King Star, it was up to me, Xia, to decide whether Sparrow King Star fell into chaos.
But with this matter concluded, there were still many things to do.
He hadn’t yet obtained the Sin Legion’s Holy Dragon Judgment. He also needed to rendezvous with Miss Mu, Burning Fox, and Tea Bitch to forcefully suppress Miss Mu and complete her April cultivation.
After all, now that Gui Xu Meng Yan was in hand, all was ready, and only the east wind was needed!
“Ugh—” Just as he was thinking, the slender hand that had been stroking his black hair suddenly tightened, pressing his cheek inward, his nose tip against his abdomen covered by the starry skirt.
A hot, soft pressure on his face.
Xia Feng clearly felt the barely perceptible tremor in Miss Evil Dragon’s legs again.
“Main body, what are you doing!” the Empress asked displeasedly from the side.
Miss Evil Dragon turned her little face away, silent. Her cloud-grey soft hair spread out, and the ear on her charming cheek turned red.
“You—” The Empress was about to say more when her voice stalled because her main body released the shared sensation, and her ear beneath her cloud-grey soft hair also turned red.
The woman in the imperial dress sat up straight again, continuing to eat the Tanghulu with the red tempting glazed crystal a bite at a time, her expression unchanged, though her vertical pupils narrowed from time to time.
“…”
Xia Feng’s breathing became difficult, but his thoughts did not cease.
Besides suppressing Miss Mu to complete April, there was the last and most important thing: the Origin Flower!
He had to enter the Fourth Divine Treasury to obtain the Origin Flower and resolve Miss Evil Dragon’s reproductive desire!
This matter was of the utmost urgency!
Xia Feng’s breathing grew more labored. He quickly reached out to push against the divine seat to get up, but how could he resist the strength of the Dragon God?
Especially two Dragon Gods.
He could only lie there, his hands cuffed behind his head, his face obscured by darkness through the starry skirt.
Choking, a familiar cold and clear female voice sounded through the Dao Fruit in his mind:
“Mr. Xia, where are you?”
“Help me with something.” Miss Mu’s voice startled Xia Feng, jolting him awake, his pupils widening in shock!
(End of Chapter)
