Chapter 116: You’re Strong, But Not Strong Enough!
Xia Feng’s vacant black eyes lit up with specks of golden light. Mu Qingtong’s ethereal spirit body suddenly thrust itself in front of his face, twisting and distorting before being pulled into his eyes.
However, Mu Qingtong was not one to yield easily. Her spirit body twisted and dispersed, only to reform moments later, repeatedly resisting and refusing to be drawn in.
As a spirit body, Mu Qingtong’s cheeks appeared faintly translucent, but her facial expressions remained clear. A rare flush of embarrassment and anger flickered in her eyes.
Though Xia Feng appeared somewhat weary, his gaze calmly rested on the woman’s pretty face which was just inches away. The corner of his lips slowly curved upwards, and his eyes gradually became wild and arrogant:
“Miss Mu, I have to admit, you are indeed strong, but not strong enough!”
“!!!” Mu Qingtong’s pale golden pupils constricted. Xia Feng’s arrogant declaration struck her heart like a heavy hammer.
She suddenly felt her breathing becoming difficult. This fellow… this fellow was truly adept at stirring and provoking her emotions!
But did he think he had won?
Mu Qingtong suppressed the surge of emotion that urged her to conquer this fellow and quickly calmed herself. She knew that understanding, defeating, and controlling a fellow being—this entire process would inevitably encounter some obstacles.
But it was alright. Mr. Xia, you will eventually bow down and submit to me! Mu Qingtong’s gaze was obscure as she began to fully resist the suction of the bizarre space.
Seeing that her spirit body was still resisting, Xia Feng ignored her and pulled her physical body, which had been resting on his leg, into his embrace.
Beneath her silver-white long hair, her cool and aloof little face was serene. The authoritative gaze beneath her half-frame gold-rimmed glasses was now frozen. Her exquisite face was like a perfect doll, ready to be manipulated.
Xia Feng’s lips curled into an evil smile. He reached out and patted her smooth, bouncy little face, but there was no reaction.
“What are you doing!”
A clear reprimand sounded from beside him, and the black-dressed woman’s spirit body glared at him furiously.
Xia Feng looked up and met her gaze, then smiled faintly. Directly in front of her spirit body, he placed his index finger against her lower lip.
Mu Qingtong: “!!!”
Xia Feng cupped her jaw, lightly pinching and lifting. Her soul-less delicate body’s red lips parted.
“Miss Mu, guess what I’m going to do next?” Xia Feng deliberately smiled wickedly.
“.”
Images that were unbearable to see flashed through Mu Qingtong’s mind. She could barely hold back, “Xia Feng! How dare you—”
Her words cut off mid-sentence as she saw Xia Feng forcefully shove a blueberry-like fruit into her red lips.
It was a Spirit Infusion Fruit!
Xia Feng raised his eyes, his lips curling into a mocking smile. “What, Miss Mu, what were you thinking just now?”
Mu Qingtong: “.”
Really, I really want to beat him up! Mu Qingtong could not take it anymore. If she didn’t hit Xia Feng for a minute, she felt uncomfortable all over!
“Why are you giving me this!” she said coldly and displeased. “I already said I don’t need it.”
Compared to her, who possessed a psychic-type spirit artifact, Xia Feng clearly needed the Spirit Infusion Fruit more.
“You don’t need it?” Xia Feng glanced sideways. “You can’t even defeat me; what qualifications do you have to say you don’t need it?”
“!!!!”
My fists are getting hard! Mu Qingtong said coldly, “The fight isn’t over yet; just you wait.”
“Oh.” Xia Feng responded indifferently and ignored Mu Qingtong’s spirit body, instead lowering his head to look at her physical body.
The clear, azure blue Spirit Infusion Fruit remained between her delicate red lips, unabsorbed.
Xia Feng frowned slightly and poked it in with his finger. Instantly, he felt the Spirit Infusion Fruit transform into a warm spirit flow, melting in Mu Qingtong’s mouth.
[Mu Qingtong consumed one Spirit Infusion Fruit, perfect absorption. Your Mental Power has gained a 3 soc amplification.][Current Mental Power: (26+3) 29]
[Vermilion Bird Demonic Armor enhancement: Temporarily enters Third-stage, gaining 10 soc amplification, temporarily possessing 39 soc]
Under normal circumstances, mental power would increase slightly with increased spirit pressure and significantly with advanced spirit pressure stages.
According to statistics released by the Empire, the mental power of ordinary people and Apprentice Spirit Masters generally fluctuates between 1-5 soc.
First-stage Spirit Masters fluctuate between 10-20.
Second-stage between 20-30.
Third-stage between 30-40.
Starting from Fourth-stage, life forms undergo evolution, and mental power experiences a significant leap, generally fluctuating between 40-300.
Fifth-stage between 300-1000.
After consuming the Spirit Infusion Fruit, coupled with the amplification from the Vermilion Bird Demonic Armor, Xia Feng’s mental power had now reached 39, approaching the Fourth-stage bracket.
!
Even so, he was still unable to resist Mu Qingtong’s spirit artifact control. It was estimated that even at Fourth-stage, he would be strongly controlled for a few seconds by Mu Qingtong, who was at Third-stage spirit pressure.
This was obviously very unsafe. Based on his experience, an Alpha-class spirit artifact had three skills in its Spirit Unsealing stage.
Currently, Mu Qingtong had only displayed hypnosis and control; who knew what the third skill was.
Moreover, after Spirit Unsealing, there was the Holy Solution stage, and the Holy Solution also had three skills.
However, achieving Holy Solution was very troublesome. Xia Feng still didn’t know how to achieve it, and he estimated that Mu Qingtong hadn’t achieved it either.
But it was better to be prepared. To prevent being ambushed by this Evil Witch in the future, Xia Feng felt that entering the Evil Dragon Space to increase his mental power was imperative!
The second stage of the Calamity Demon Heart’s Demonic Energy was Calamity Spirit Touch, which could convert absorbed Calamity Spirit Fluid into his own mental power.
Compared to searching for the rare and elusive Spirit Infusion Fruit, devouring the spirit fluid within Miss Evil Dragon’s body was clearly more cost-effective.
As he pondered, purple light once again lit up between the brows of the black-dressed woman reclining on his thigh. Countless faceted bizarre crystals emerged from her brow.
The moment the light spread, Xia Feng grunted. He found that his spirit pressure was actually being blocked and sealed within his soul, unable to escape even a little. He couldn’t even provide the spirit pressure to maintain his spirit artifact.
*Whoosh*—Mu Qingtong’s twisted, struggling spirit body suddenly retreated back into her physical body, and her frozen expression instantly became lively.
Her golden eyes showed annoyance, and she bit down hard.
Blood welled up from Xia Feng’s fingertip. He grunted and bent over, abruptly pulling out his index finger, then quickly flipped over and pinned her right wrist beneath him.
Mu Qingtong’s purple crystal was suspected to have released a silence domain. Within the domain, Xia Feng’s, and even Mu Qingtong’s own, spirit pressure was completely sealed.
Xia Feng couldn’t help but be suspicious. What kind of bizarre thing was this? It not only provided Mu Qingtong with immense spirit pressure but also sealed spirit pressure.
As the thought crossed his mind, Xia Feng paused, as if remembering something. “Miss Mu, you’ve been conducting experiments; could this purple crystal be the result of your experiments?”
The black-dressed woman’s right hand was pinned above her head by him. Her damp silver hair was scattered on the ground like a blooming silver flower on snow. She calmly raised her exquisite little face, glistening with sweat, and the crook of her leg suddenly hooked behind his knee, using great force to flip him over and pin him down!
Xia Feng’s expression changed. He pushed off the ground with his heel, trying to slide away, but Mu Qingtong quickly restrained his lower body with an extremely peculiar locking maneuver, her wrists also locked above her head.
Mu Qingtong leaned down, her exquisitely beautiful little face only half an inch away from Xia Feng’s. The arrogance in her golden eyes was no longer concealed. Her damp silver lips parted and spoke softly: “Defeat me, and I’ll tell you.”
