Chapter 325: The Crying Witch
Jiang Qiue? Xia Feng knew the name. Among the Black Moon Holy See’s four Saintesses, she was the slowest to cultivate the ‘Moon God Domain’ and had the most ordinary talent.
Two of the four Saintesses cultivated ‘Dual Moon,’ while two cultivated ‘Solitary Moon.’ Those cultivating ‘Solitary Moon’ were Cha Nai Xue and Jiang Qiue, though Cha Nai Xue’s cultivation speed was slightly faster than Jiang Qiue’s. Jiang Qiue had always been at the bottom. Xia Feng had heard these details when he and Mushroom attended the selection for the Holy See’s Saintesses. Based on this, Jiang Qiue seemed to be the weakest of the four Saintesses.
Seeing the Q-Masked Man directly expose her identity, the woman in the green dress frowned, her expression showing a hint of surprise. She tilted her head and her gaze swept over the masks of the two Black-robed figures with a hint of confusion. “You can see through my disguise?”
Disguise? You were disguised? Xia Feng blinked, but then he reacted. He and Miss Mu had been using the Eye of Deconstruction. Therefore, to both of them, the mask on the fox woman’s face was nonexistent. It was a lifelike Azure Fox mask, worn on her head like that of a fox-headed humanoid monster. The only issue was that its figure was a bit too perfect; even the elegant green dress couldn’t hide her curves, and six fluffy fox tails swayed behind her.
Wait, six tails? Xia Feng’s heart was filled with confusion. Why was one missing? There were clearly seven just a moment ago. Xia Feng rubbed his chin and made a bold guess. “That is to say, you can revive six more times?”
Jiang Qiue hadn’t expected her true identity to be seen through so easily. Her ethereal eyes flashed with a cold light, and she said softly, “It seems I cannot let you live.” As she spoke, a terrifying Spirit Pressure surged around her.
Xia Feng’s eyebrows shot up. Why was it True Martial Spirit Pressure? This woman had only displayed a Spirit Pressure around Rank 5 earlier, but now, after reviving, she had directly skyrocketed to the True Martial Realm!?
“Mr. Xia, run.” Mu Qingtong’s voice suddenly transmitted into his mind. Xia Feng was confused but didn’t hesitate. He turned and ran immediately. The two Masked Men’s black robes billowed as they darted through the thick purple mist.
“No, why are we running?” Xia Feng asked in confusion. “True Martial is difficult to deal with, and… it will revive, but isn’t killing her six times enough?”
“Azure Fox, broken tail regeneration, and a surge in strength. From these three elements, we can roughly infer that this woman likely possesses the abilities of the Nine-Tails Star God.” Mu Qingtong’s voice echoed in Xia Feng’s mind. “Every time she breaks a tail and regenerates, her Strength, Agility, Spirit, and Intelligence stats will surge. If she dies a few more times, her strength could possibly reach the peak of the Venerable stage.”
“!” Hearing Mu Qingtong’s explanation, Xia Feng was stunned. What kind of heaven-defying ability was this? Also, Nine-Tails Star God… it was still a Star God name he hadn’t heard of. However, this was normal. After the Twilight of the Gods, a large number of eighth-tier Star Gods had fallen. The fortunate ones might have left behind God Relics, but very few could have survived to this era. Because of this, the names of many Star Gods had long been buried in the depths of history, forgotten by everyone. Mu Qingtong’s Intelligence Network basically covered everything. Information about the Nine-Tails was likely something she dug up from some obscure corner.
Xia Feng looked back. The woman in the green dress was relentlessly pursuing them, her speed incredibly fast, and the distance between them was gradually shrinking. “Miss Mu, our strength is sufficient, but our speed still needs improvement. Otherwise, we won’t even be able to escape.” Xia Feng’s head throbbed. This fox woman was impossible to kill and impossible to shake off, more troublesome than a stubborn stain. The current speed of Jiang Qiue was already fast enough, and Xia Feng couldn’t even imagine how powerful she would become after another death. Fortunately, Xia Feng had already figured out Jiang Qiue’s personality. From the trap she had set earlier, it was clear this woman was very cautious and wouldn’t break off a tail to waste a revive unless absolutely necessary.
“Boom!” A burst of green light struck behind Xia Feng, but he narrowly dodged it. “Hey, I mean, Jiang Qiue, can’t we talk things through properly?” Xia Feng emerged from the smoke, too lazy to run anymore. “There’s no need for this life-and-death struggle, right?”
The woman’s ethereal, beautiful eyes were devoid of emotion. “We can. If you kill the Q-Masked Man, I won’t kill you.”
“?” Xia Feng rolled his eyes directly. “You must be dreaming.” The woman’s expression turned indifferent, and she nodded. “Then there’s nothing to discuss. You can’t escape.” As she spoke, she stomped her snow-white foot onto the void, turning into a green blur as she attacked again.
“Green-haired fox, do you really think we’re afraid of you?” Xia Feng let out a cold laugh, and at the same time, transmitted his thoughts, “Miss Mu, since we can’t kill her, let’s capture her. She can be experimental material for you.”
! Mu Qingtong smiled and nodded. However, just as the two of them were about to make a move, the woman in the green dress suddenly froze in mid-air, motionless. Her ethereal eyes stared intently at the space behind Xia Feng.
Xia Feng’s black eyes suddenly constricted, and the back of his head tingled as he quickly turned to look. A pale-faced woman’s face was right in front of him, less than half a meter away. She wore a white dress, but both her body and her clothes were made of a sculpted silver-white material. Her hands were raised, covering her eyes, and a strange smile played on her lips. She stood motionless before Xia Feng. Xia Feng felt his scalp tingle, what was going on? When did this thing appear behind him? Through the Eye of Deconstruction, Xia Feng had not detected any Spirit Particles moving within the body of the sculpted woman.
About twenty meters behind the sculpted woman, there was another, slightly taller sculpted woman, also covering her eyes and completely still. In his surprise, Xia Feng frowned and was about to retreat when Jiang Qiue’s cold voice came from behind him. “I advise you not to move, and do not look away, or you will die.”
“Hmm?” Xia Feng, though suspicious, followed her words and remained still. While they were talking, another sculpted woman appeared from the dense fog to their side. It was as if the scene had paused for a moment before resuming normally, and then she had moved to a position slightly closer to Mu Qingtong, approaching rapidly with a glitching movement. Mu Qingtong turned and got back-to-back with Xia Feng, her beautiful eyes narrowing as she looked at the sculpted woman. As her gaze fell upon it, the glitching movement of the third sculpted woman also stopped. She covered her eyes, a strange arc forming on her lips.
“This is the ability of the Crying Witch from the Witch Disaster.” Jiang Qiue spoke, and at the same time, she spun around abruptly, freezing the figure of another pale-faced, eye-covering woman behind her. “When she appears, you must keep her within your line of sight and remain motionless. Otherwise, she will move in a way that disregards space, time, formations, and other restrictions, approaching rapidly. Once touched by her, you will be infected with the disaster poison, assimilated into a Crying Witch, and your soul will be eternally imprisoned in the witch’s statue, becoming the energy source for its actions.”
“…Can’t move? Then can we just smash these things with Spirit Robes?”
“If you can use an S-grade Spirit Robe, it should be effective. You can try.” Jiang Qiue said calmly. “Besides, after they die, they turn into Obsidian.”
