“Master, are we lovers?” Yue Hongli asked, surprised.
“Naturally. I’ve broken off my engagement with that Mu woman, so I have the right to love freely!”
“Oh, Master, does that mean I took your first wife’s place?”
“…I suppose so?”
“But books say that mistresses are usually torn to shreds by the main wife.”
“Don’t be afraid. You’re a sword, Miss Mu can’t do anything to you. You can even stab her in the backside and be fine,” Xia Feng said with a slight smile.
“I see. As long as the main wife can’t beat me, I, the mistress, can do whatever I want.” Yue Hongli understood. It was another day of learning new knowledge.
Lost in thought, her seductive little face turned indifferent, and she said softly,
“Miss Mu, I’ve stolen your fiancé. You won’t blame me, will you?”
“…”
Mu Qingtong doubted that if she spent too much time with these two idiots, she’d become an idiot too.
She didn’t want to speak.
“Miss Mu, why aren’t you speaking? Are you naturally not a talkative person?” Yue Hongli asked, confused.
“!!”
Mu Qingtong realized that not only Mr. Xia, but this idiotic maid was also very good at provoking people.
“My adult form, I’m very disappointed in you.”
A loli with silver hair and a black dress appeared out of nowhere above the three of them. A blood-red scythe hovered, and she sat on it with bare, snow-white feet, arms crossed and frowning. She said coldly,
“I didn’t expect that after so many years, I would be bullied like this by two ants.”
“Life is long, and you’ll always encounter unpleasant things. There’s no need to get angry over a few ants.” Mu Qingtong’s expression was cool and aloof. She said casually, “Young form, you’ve experienced too little.”
“Little Carp, you’re amazing! You managed to leave the blunt and rude Miss Mu speechless,” Xia Feng praised with a smile. “Incredible!”
I’m praised by my Master~
Yue Hongli pursed her lips and softly defended Mu Qingtong, “Master, don’t talk about Miss Mu like that. After all, Miss Mu is an even bigger idiot than me. It’s normal that she doesn’t know how to answer me.”
“!!!”
Mu Qingtong really wanted to hit someone.
Loli Mu snorted and threw her scythe directly in front of Xia Feng, holding it horizontally at his neck, her cute golden eyes narrowing.
Xia Feng didn’t even blink, ignoring the silver-haired loli hovering nearby, a smile playing on his lips.
After gesturing with the scythe at Xia Feng’s neck, the silver-haired loli snorted and withdrew it.
She sat back on the curved blade, her snow-white feet dangling playfully in front of Xia Feng’s face, her toes occasionally brushing against his lips and nose.
“By the way, you’re both going to die, but why don’t you seem worried at all?” Loli Mu asked from above, her golden eyes fixed on them.
That’s because, foolish Loli Mu, you can never imagine how amazing your adult form is! Xia Feng ignored the girl’s feet and said in a deep voice:
“Miss Mu, I’m not joking anymore. You can start your performance.”
Xia Feng wasn’t flustered not only because he had the Black Crow Feather as a safeguard, but also because Mu Qingtong had transmitted a message to him while they were fleeing earlier, saying she had a way to kill the Crying Witch.
Hearing Xia Feng’s words, Loli Mu’s gaze shifted to Mu Qingtong, her golden eyes narrowing. “Adult form, you have a way to deal with these Crying Witches?”
Loli Mu was ultimately limited by her experience and knowledge, still too young.
Of course, the main reason was that Loli Mu didn’t yet understand the power of the Fate Stone. As Xia Feng pondered in his mind, information flowed into his consciousness. [By using the Eye of Deconstruction, deeply deconstructing the structure of the Crying Witch, Mu Qingtong has a preliminary grasp on perfecting the third rule chain. As she further contemplates the structure of the rule chain, she gains a deeper understanding of her own Spirit Particle Structure, and your Spirit Pressure has been greatly amplified.]
Xia Feng felt his body undergoing self-modification, his Spirit Particle Structure being optimized and compressed, causing his Spirit Pressure to skyrocket.
Since reaching the Fourth-stage, Mu Qingtong’s leveling speed had slowed considerably. Although she was actually cultivating constantly every day, leading to a slight increase in Spirit Pressure, this speed would still require about half a year to reach Fourth-stage peak.
But things were different now. The density of his Spirit Pressure had increased significantly, as if he had taken an immortality pill and achieved enlightenment.
Xia Feng had long discovered that the more difficult and dangerous the situation, the sharper Mu Qingtong’s thinking became, inspiration would surge madly, and her leveling speed would be incredibly fast.
He could only say that this World-Ending Witch was asking for it; she needed a whip to be fiercely spanked on her behind to accelerate her progress, Xia Feng mused inwardly.
At the same time, under Mu Qingtong’s instructions, Loli Mu flew behind a Crying Witch and placed her hand on the statue’s head, seemingly sensing something through contact.
As Loli Mu moved on to several more Crying Witches, Xia Feng’s mind was again synchronized with more information.
[Further analysis of the Crying Witch’s composition and the composition of the purple mist on this island. Mu Qingtong seems to have discovered a secret and fully understands how to construct the third rule chain. As her mind works frantically to construct it, the Fate Stone reciprocates, and her Mental Power is also increased. Your Mental Power has gained an 80-point boost.]
[Current Mental Power: 1268 soc]
[Mu Qingtong has completed further creation and comprehension of the third core rule chain of the Fate Stone.]
!
[Anomaly – Detected that the Fate Stone is a divine object’s external force ‘Fate · Arrogance’, unable to synchronize with the Fate Stone—]
[Third Rule: Fate · Arrogance—
1. Supremacy
2. Humility
3. Demon Scythe: A weapon held by Loli Mu, possessing extremely strong attack power.
4. Demon Mist: Loli Mu can control the demon mist into threads to exert a certain degree of control over ‘demonic creatures’ (currently, limbs can be controlled, with a maximum quantity of 20 and a maximum duration of 2 seconds).
5. Activity range of 20 meters, possesses abilities such as flight, wall penetration, and ignoring formations (rule pending construction/evolution).
6. Current Loli Mu quantity -1 (rule pending construction/evolution).
7. Pending construction. 8. Pending construction.]
As a flood of information poured in, Xia Feng looked somewhat puzzled. Demon Mist? Demonic creatures?
Did it refer to the purple mist and the Crying Witches?
The terms in this synchronized information were automatically organized by the Calamity Demon Heart. In reality, the information in Mu Qingtong’s mind wasn’t presented this way.
For example, ‘demonic creatures’ in Mu Qingtong’s mind might be presented as ‘creatures similar to the Crying Witch,’ but the Calamity Demon Heart would automatically simplify and summarize it during translation.
The fact that the Calamity Demon Heart simplified it into such a term indicated that this term had appeared in history, defining such a group of creatures.
In other words, ‘demonic creature’ was a broad category, and the Crying Witch was just one of them?
This perplexed Xia Feng. In the history of this world, there were only three races: the Human Race, the Nightmare Clan, and the Dragon Race.
What category did ‘demonic creature’ belong to?
Was it a new race I didn’t know about? Or perhaps a branch of the Nightmare Clan?
It sounded quite like a branch of the Nightmare Clan; after all, the Great Calamity of the Witches was caused by the Nightmare Clan, so creatures born under her abilities could naturally be classified as part of the Nightmare Clan.
If ‘demonic creatures’ were a branch of the Nightmare Clan, then Mu Qingtong’s ability would be incredible.
Although the current control ability was very weak.
But the Fate Stone would be continuously refined, and the control ability would naturally strengthen.
If she could control the entire ‘demonic creature’ race, wouldn’t Mu Qingtong become…
Wait?
I—I’m goddamn right! Xia Feng’s mind buzzed. Something was wrong, a hundred percent wrong.
How was Mu Qingtong getting closer and closer to the title of World-Ending Witch?!
