Chapter 366: You Say, Mu Qingtong Dares to Come and Save You?
Xia Feng had no intention of returning to find Gong Changyi.
What a joke, now that he had escaped, only a fool would go back and throw himself into a trap.
However, what he didn’t expect was:
As he fled north, a woman’s serene and light laugh echoed in his mind, “My good little brother, where do you think you’re running to?”
As the words fell, Xia Feng’s limbs inexplicably turned and began to gallop back the way he came, completely out of his control.
Startled, he quickly examined himself and found that a strange curse had been placed on him inside his body at some unknown point.
With a moment’s thought, Xia Feng understood.
It was the curse the sacred light pillar had placed on him when he entered to have a private talk with Gong Changyi earlier.
No wonder Gong Changyi wanted him to enter the light pillar; she was waiting for him here.
Xia Feng sighed. Soon, under Gong Changyi’s control, his limbs moved rapidly, returning to the front of the sacred light pillar.
At this time, Yellin and the disciples of the Burning Heaven Sect had dispersed, cleaning up the mess in the city.
The Golden Skirt Goddess, barefoot, with her exquisitely beautiful face radiating maternal grace, stood with her eyes closed, a divine halo floating behind her before the light pillar.
As Xia Feng returned, she slowly opened her divine eyes, her eyes like crescent moons, lazily and gently. She sighed, “Little Feng, you’re being naughty again.”
Her voice was clearly gentle, but Xia Feng’s heart tightened. Based on his childhood memories and experiences, this was a sign that Sister Yi was about to get angry.
There was no choice; when you are under someone else’s roof, you must bow your head.
He quickly raised his hands and said, “I won’t dare to do it again next time.”
Gong Changyi nodded lightly, her gaze gentle yet tinged with confusion, “Was the method you used to deal with Che Tai Xian just now the ability of a spirit artifact?”
Her gaze could not project to the entire city, but she could focus on a specific location and clearly see all scenes.
Because of this, she was completely aware of the battle between Xia Feng and Che Tai Xian, and she was also somewhat surprised.
No, it should be that she was very surprised!
She hadn’t expected that Little Feng would have so many trump cards.
Clearly only at the Fourth-stage, yet he was able to kill a peak True Martial realm expert.
Not to mention the entire river of time, at least in the history of the world as far as she knew, such a thing was unprecedented.
She herself had already prepared to forcefully rescue Little Feng by damaging her origin if his boasts were exposed and he couldn’t defeat Che Tai Xian.
Especially when Xia Feng was ambushed and seemingly killed, she had almost acted.
But unexpectedly, this good little brother had endless tricks up his sleeve.
Seeing the trace of curiosity in the Golden Skirt Goddess’s gentle eyes as she blinked at him, seemingly seeking an answer.
Xia Feng pursed his lips and nodded, “Yes, it’s my spirit artifact, Spirit Unsealing and Holy Solution abilities. I asked Sister Yi for Obsidian earlier for the Holy Solution.”
He didn’t hide anything, revealing everything.
Although Gong Changyi had ill intentions towards him, wanting to Star Position Devour him and make him her Sub Palace.
But other than that, Xia Feng believed Gong Changyi wouldn’t harm him.
So there was no need to hide it.
Of course, he couldn’t hide it anyway.
If Sister Yi saw his combat situation, she could naturally guess the general idea.
“Remove the false and preserve the true, Enlightenment Domain, Grace and Disgrace Domain…” Gong Changyi mused, her eyes growing brighter and brighter, sparkling.
A smile played at the corner of her eyes, and she patted Xia Feng’s black hair with satisfaction, “Good, very good, Little Feng. It seems you’ve truly grown up and can handle things on your own now.”
Xia Feng frowned, somewhat uncomfortably batting away her little hand.
The Golden Skirt Goddess raised her other hand and ruffled his head, smiling, “And it seems, Little Feng, that you quite agree with your sister’s philosophy. Even your spirit artifact is so similar to mine.”
“The essence of life lies in the continuous loss of others” – Xia Feng always remembered this sentence. His black eyes flickered, and he asked curiously, “So Sister Yi, what is your spirit artifact ability?”
“A secret,” the Golden Skirt Goddess smiled lightly.
“No, Sister Yi, I’ve told you about my spirit artifact abilities!”
Gong Changyi’s slender finger hooked his jaw, “S-grade spirit artifacts all possess peculiar effects and bizarre triggering conditions. How do I know if your copying ability can copy ‘Divine Authority,’ or if the trigger condition might be ‘knowing the target’s spirit artifact ability,’ or perhaps ‘hearing the other party introduce their spirit artifact ability’?”
“…”
You really think a lot.
Xia Feng blinked, innocent and naive, “But Sister Yi, isn’t it good for me to copy your spirit artifact?”
“Naturally, it is good.”
The Golden Skirt Goddess’s delicate finger gently stroked his cheek, her fingertip inadvertently sliding across his thin lips as she whispered, “But all of this is under one condition: that you officially become this Palace’s Holy Son~”
Xia Feng pursed his lips and sighed, seemingly resigned, “Alright.”
-Foolish Gong Changyi, my spirit artifact is not just S-grade!
-When I complete the Holy Solution, I’ll steal your Divine Authority!
After completing the second stage of the Holy Solution, Xia Feng obtained further information.
Divine Mirror Without Stand could not only copy spirit artifacts but also Divine Authority.
After all, Divine Authority, as a ‘solidified spirit artifact,’ was still a spirit artifact before becoming a god, so it could naturally be copied.
However, this would require completing the third stage of the Holy Solution.
“Alright then, let’s talk about another matter now.”
The Golden Skirt Goddess suddenly turned her head, gazing into the distance, a cold glint flashing in her gentle divine eyes.
“Come out, Mu Qingtong, I know you’re there.”
Xia Feng was startled, his expression changing slightly. He used his Eye of Deconstruction to follow the sound.
About 1500 meters away, a figure in a black robe appeared on a rooftop.
The black robe rustled in the wind, and the Blood-Eye Mask on the face emitted a sinister, cold, blood-red light under the moonlight.
The woman’s beautiful eyes hidden beneath were calmly meeting the gaze of the Golden Skirt Goddess a thousand meters away.
Xia Feng’s heart clenched. Damn it, what is Miss Mu doing? Doesn’t she know this place is dangerous!
Eternal Day could not leave the sacred light pillar within a thousand meters, so Miss Mu was still in the safe zone, and Eternal Day could do nothing to her.
But who knew if Gong Changyi had any hidden means.
If she did, Miss Mu would be in danger.
“Mu Qingtong, from the Taicang Mu Clan of Sector 51. Although she is merely the daughter of a fallen noble family, she is a household name in the Empire for participating in the Spirit Song Competition,”
The Golden Skirt Goddess spoke gently, “And she is your fiancée, isn’t that right, Little Feng?”
Xia Feng: “…”
Gong Changyi remembered clearly; she had actually clashed with Mu Qingtong once.
Half a year ago, when she found Little Feng through the Blood-Eye Mask and intended to invade Xia Feng’s consciousness, she was repelled by a woman’s scornful shout of “Roll.”
It was this ordinary woman surnamed Mu.
However, from her current perspective, she wasn’t that ordinary, possessing at least a very powerful mental spirit artifact.
As for Mu Qingtong’s beautiful face, adored and even obsessed over by the people of the Empire, Gong Changyi felt it was just so-so.
“She knows this place is dangerous, yet she still came. It seems she wants to come and save you~”
Xia Feng suddenly felt his broad back soften as tempting, soft curves pressed against him.
As his black eyes narrowed, the Golden Skirt Goddess’s slender, fair hand held his jaw high.
Her cold yet smooth, exquisitely beautiful little face pressed against his cheek, her beautiful eyes curved slightly. While gently meeting Mu Qingtong’s gaze from afar, she placed her other soft hand on his chest.
“My good little brother, you say, does your fiancée dare to come in and save you?”
