Chapter 130: First Step to Becoming a Demon, First Cut He Jianzhu
The ground.
The golden light receded, and the woman’s body condensed instantly.
Everyone present felt the spirit pressure vanish as wisps of spirit flow converged into the woman’s brow.
Just as the woman’s fully condensed physical body was about to fall to the ground, Xia Feng snapped back to attention and quickly reached out to catch her.
The woman was dressed in a simple, unadorned pure black long skirt, her silver-white hair dancing wildly in the air. Her tranquil and gentle, exquisitely beautiful little face bore a five or six point resemblance to Mu Qingtong.
Xia Feng had a momentary illusion that this was Mu Qingtong.
However, compared to Mu Qingtong, He Jianzhu’s under-eye fat pockets were slightly more prominent, adding a touch of mature temperament.
The most striking difference was the tear mole at the corner of her right eye. As her eyelids trembled lightly, it looked like a tear about to fall, captivating attention.
Hoo—
As Xia Feng quietly observed, her trembling eyelashes stilled, and she suddenly looked up. Her light-gold pupils calmly stared at Xia Feng, and her voice was gentle: “You’ve come.”
Xia Feng’s scalp inexplicably tightened, and he blinked.
“Child, can you put me down first?”
“…”
Xia Feng quickly let go, and He Jianzhu gently landed on the ground.
She looked around, her gaze falling on the Spirit Flesh Fruit Tree not far away.
She raised her hand, and the Holy Solution surrounding the base of the fruit tree immediately surged upwards and converged, flying towards her hand.
Ten milliliters of golden liquid hovered in her palm, constantly twisting and changing, finally transforming into a golden, irregularly shaped small particle, like pure gold, falling into her palm.
She extended her palm, her eyelids lifting slightly: “Take it.”
“Ah?” Xia Feng was a bit confused, but he only stunned for a moment before quickly reaching out and taking it.
He didn’t know why He Jianzhu was so kind to him, but he couldn’t refuse free Holy Solution.
This was a good thing.
“He Jianzhu.”
Mu Qingtong’s figure flashed, appearing beside Xia Feng, her beautiful eyes fixed on the gentle woman who looked strikingly similar to her.
The gentle woman turned her little face, her golden eyes also fixed on the black-dressed woman, then tilted her head with a look of confusion: “Little girl, who are you? Why do you look so much like me?”
He Jianzhu could actually see through Qingtong’s mask and perceive Mu Qingtong’s true appearance.
Mu Qingtong did not answer. She simply walked slowly, step by step, until she was less than half an inch from He Jianzhu’s chest.
Their almost identical golden eyes met, and Mu Qingtong calmly raised her hand—a sharp small knife instantly pierced He Jianzhu’s heart!
Xia Feng behind her gasped, his pupils widening.
Further away, the crowd, who couldn’t hear anything and didn’t know what was happening, dared not approach. Seeing this scene, they were even more shocked.
But fortunately, He Jianzhu was only a spirit body. The small knife pierced through her back. She lowered her head and calmly looked at the delicate hand that pierced her heart, then slowly raised her head. The corner of her eye with the tear mole curved slightly, and she smiled faintly: “My dear daughter, are you seeking death?”
Swish— Mu Qingtong’s gaze was indifferent, and she casually pulled her hand out.
“Tsk~” She shook her head helplessly, “As expected, it’s not the main body.”
He Jianzhu raised her hand, her cold palm touching the black-dressed woman’s exquisitely beautiful face, gently caressing it. Her gaze was gentle, and she smiled: “My dear daughter, are you going to kinslay?”
Mu Qingtong ignored her question and instead asked with suspicion, “So, which number He Jianzhu are you?”
“What number He Jianzhu? I am your mother, He Jianzhu~” The plain-skirted woman’s voice was still gentle and soft. “My dear daughter, you haven’t answered my question yet.”
“Are you… going to kinslay?” She leaned forward slightly, her alluring face less than half an inch from the black-dressed woman’s, her gaze burning.
Mu Qingtong’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, still not answering her.
The two stared at each other, and the scene fell into a dead silence.
Xia Feng, whose brain had crashed, stood behind, holding his breath and not daring to exhale.
“Damn it, Mu Qingtong, didn’t you say you were here to investigate the truth about your mother’s death?”
“So, you’re here to confirm if your mom is actually dead and then finish her off?”
“Good, good, good, that’s just like you, Mu Qingtong. Xia Feng was filled with admiration. He could only say, worthy of being the World-Ending Witch! The first step to becoming a demon, first cut He Jianzhu!”
Thinking of this, Xia Feng suddenly recalled a conversation he had with Mu Qingtong before entering this Calamity Realm:
“By the way, where is your father?”
“I don’t have a father.”
Mu Qingtong said she had no father.
These four words were very telling. Xia Feng subconsciously imagined the terrifying scene of Mu Qingtong chopping off her father’s head with a single blow.
No, that’s not right either. Mu Qingtong must have had a reason to want to kill He Jianzhu. Perhaps the reason was that He Jianzhu had killed her husband?
Xia Feng’s imagination ran wild, but he felt something was off. Would a woman as arrogant as Mu Qingtong, who viewed all living beings as ants, think about avenging her father?
Obviously not.
After all, in her eyes, even her father was probably just an ant with whom she shared a bloodline.
Xia Feng secretly speculated about Mu Qingtong’s mindset.
“Ai, forget it. I don’t have time to quarrel with you, unfilial daughter.” The plain-skirted woman shook her head, let out a hum, her beautiful eyes glancing charmingly, looking up and down at Xia Feng. She smiled gently,
“Child, do you know who I am?”
“…”
Who are you? Who else could you be but He Jianzhu?
Well, is she asking about my relationship with her? Xia Feng blinked and answered sincerely, “Mother-in-law?”
“?” He Jianzhu’s expression froze, seeming completely taken aback by this answer.
Her beautiful eyes blinked, and she looked thoughtfully at Mu Qingtong, asking with confusion, “Is he your…”
“Fiancé,” Mu Qingtong said indifferently.
“…” He Jianzhu remained silent for a long time, appearing quite surprised. “Interesting, but it’s fine.”
She smiled at Xia Feng. “It seems you still don’t know who I am.”
“Ah?” Xia Feng was a bit bewildered. Why was this woman so strange? “So, who are you?”
“Alright, no more nonsense. I have something to give you.” With that, He Jianzhu lightly tapped Xia Feng’s brow with her index finger.
Xia Feng’s expression stiffened. Just as he was about to dodge, he found he couldn’t move at all.
“Don’t move~” He Jianzhu’s voice was soft.
Xia Feng’s eyes twitched slightly, and he asked with confusion, “So, who are you? You still haven’t answered me.”
“Shh~” He Jianzhu put her index finger to her lips, her beautiful eyes curving. “Child, be good, don’t talk, okay?”
“…”
Xia Feng cursed inwardly. Mu Qingtong wasn’t wrong when she said this woman liked to be a riddle-teller!
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Yuan Zhoulv and Fang Kuaisi stood under the Spirit Flesh Fruit Tree, looking into the distance. Although they didn’t know what the man and two women in the distance were talking about, they could tell it was a serious and terrifying matter.
They first saw Plum Blossom trying to completely annihilate that terrifying woman, but surprisingly, she couldn’t be killed, so they gave up. Yet, the terrifying woman still smiled gently, chatting with the man.
Finally, she even made a shushing gesture at the man, her smile radiant, as if playing some kind of trick.
“Brother, what do you think that man’s cultivation level is?”
“At least a Venerable, but I think the probability of him being a Seventh-stage Sage is higher.” The TV-headed man’s expression was grave.
“A Sage…” The Gothic lolita stroked her chin, her small face excited. “Then, do you think he could be an Eighth-stage…”
“Stop joking,” Fang Kuaisi scoffed. “There are only a few Eighth-stage experts in the human race. Who would have the leisure to wander around here?”
“That’s true. After all, this man is Plum Blossom’s male servant. How could an Eighth-stage expert be willing to be a servant?”
“Wait!” Fang Kuaisi’s expression was blank. “. Damn it, even a Seventh-stage Sage wouldn’t be willing to be a servant, okay!”
“Why not? We’re seeing one right now, aren’t we?” The Gothic lolita’s eyes lit up. “Brother, use your imagination. Do you think Miss Plum Blossom might step on that man’s face at night and toy with him wantonly! Tsk tsk, toying with a Seventh-stage Sage, just thinking about it is exciting!”
“Heh, stop getting excited. Look up at the sky. A bunch of idiots are coming down.”
The Gothic lolita followed Fang Kuaisi’s gaze.
Thirty streaks of firelight were seen diving from the distant sky towards the amusement park, moving at high speed.
Soon, the thirty streaks of firelight stopped sharply in mid-air, revealing their true forms.
They were thirty young men, scanning the area below with playful expressions. However, they quickly realized something was wrong.
“Hmm? Where’s the tentacle monster?”
“What tentacle monster? That’s Miss Jian Zhu, a beauty I’ll be doting on in the future~~”
“Never mind the little beauty, this woman is gone!”
“Look down below, there are only seven people left?”
Everyone’s gaze shifted, noticing seven people under the Spirit Flesh Fruit Tree. Five of them were slumped on the ground, looking shaken, with no spirit pressure fluctuations.
The remaining two were standing. One of them had a black and white television set on his neck, which was particularly conspicuous.
Both of them also had no spirit pressure fluctuations and leaned against the tree trunk, appearing weak.
The people in the sky exchanged glances.
The blond man in a pink shirt with his floral-patterned shorts and an unbuttoned shirt smiled faintly. “Let’s go, everyone. Let’s go down and take a look. After all, we have the Sky God to back us up.”
“Let’s go! Let’s go!”
“Hey? I think I saw a loli! Hehehe~”
The crowd began to descend excitedly, quickly approaching the ground.
It was then that they noticed, not far from the Spirit Flesh Fruit Tree, two women and one man standing there.
A black-dressed woman and a white-clothed man faced them, their appearances unremarkable.
However, the silver-haired woman, who had her back to them, was breathtakingly beautiful just from her silhouette.
The pink-shirted man’s eyes lit up. “That woman is mine. The rest of you can do as you please.”
He grinned, putting his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked towards the three people.
“Heh heh, I’ve never tasted a TV-headed person before! Let’s try it today.” A bald man’s eyes sparkled, and he rubbed his hands as he walked towards Fang Kuaisi. “This handsome young man is mine, don’t fight me for him!”
“Then I’ll take this little loli.” A man in a suit stared with interest at Yuan Zhoulv under the tree.
The thirty young men quickly divided the spoils and acted accordingly.
However, the seven people under the tree showed no signs of nervousness. The five Third-stage Spirit Masters whose spirit pressure had been drained had calm expressions tinged with a hint of strangeness.
Yuan Zhoulv and Fang Kuaisi also coldly stared at the more than twenty people surrounding them, their gazes indifferent, as if looking at dead people.
The pink-shirted man, accompanied by three subordinates, leisurely walked towards the distant three people.
However, as he got closer, he felt a strange sensation. The back of the silver-haired woman seemed somewhat familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.
Could it be some noble lady he had played with before? He wondered in his heart, approaching and smiling lightly, “Three, excuse me~”
