**Chapter 439: Death Bond, Feast Flower Holy Gate**
The Mei Ling Royal City stood like a magnificent medieval castle beneath the dim twilight. The city walls were built from purplish-black giant stones, each brick engraved with ancient runes, exuding an aura of antiquity and mystery. The massive city gate was half-open, with a steady stream of passersby entering and leaving.
Xia Feng moved through the crowd, having just stepped through the city gate when a flicker of pink light flashed before his eyes, blurring his vision and gradually pulling his consciousness into emptiness.
When he opened his eyes in confusion, he found himself lying on a bed covered in rose petals, a crystal chandelier above him swaying indistinctly and casting a warm, soft pink glow.
“Mr. Xia,” a cold voice sounded. Xia Feng propped himself up slightly and saw a silver-haired woman in a student-style JK uniform short skirt, wearing half-frame golden glasses.
She slowly climbed onto the bed, her small leather shoes falling off, her long legs clad in black stockings and delicate hands moving gracefully like a seductive cat approaching Xia Feng.
His pupils subconsciously dilated as the silver-haired woman curled up on his stomach, her exquisitely beautiful little face inches away from his ear, red lips curling into an alluring whisper, “Mm~ Mr. Xia, do you like it~?”.
Feeling the alluring and graceful form of the silver-haired woman, Xia Feng’s pupils gradually became unfocused, and a commanding voice echoed in his ears, “My believer, you are not allowed to kiss this evil witch.”
He froze for a moment and then realized that there was another star-skirt woman lying next to him. Annoyed, he pushed the silver-haired woman away with some effort. After doing so, her regal little face leaned closer to him, her vertical pupils blurry.
Xia Feng’s black pupils widened in shock, his face flushing as he instinctively embraced both women’s soft waists, allowing them to lie on either side of him.
The silver-haired woman nestled into his left arm, her black-stockinged legs entwined with his as she whispered in his ear, “Mr. Xia, I want you~.”
The star-skirt woman narrowed her eyes, her red lips brushing against his ear as she softly said, “Believer, I want you too~.”
Tilting his head back, with silver and cloud-grey soft hair resting against his neck, he could only hear the ambiguous whispers of desire and heavy breathing. His black pupils got lost in confusion, and his consciousness faded gradually.
“Believer, will you stay here with us forever~?”
“Mr. Xia, I won’t compete with you about who’s stronger. Just stay here, and we’ll make you happy~.”
“Here, we won’t age or die; we can be together forever.”
“Mr. Xia, you’ve always wanted to do it from behind, right? It’s okay~.”
The seductive words whispered around his ears jolted Xia Feng awake with a start, blinking rapidly.
He frowned and looked around, seemingly only a second had passed. He still stood at the city gate, surrounded by pedestrians moving about.
Above the city gate, hundreds of colorful gems sparkled, and he realized that these must be the cause of his momentary slip into a daydream.
Frustration welled up inside him. Really? This daydream was too trashy! He had just wanted to try and tease Mu Qingtong from behind, and then he woke up?!
However, upon careful reflection, he realized that his high mental power allowed him to resist the tempting lure of the dream easily.
“This is the Mei Ling Tribe’s racial talent, Mei Ling Illusion·Death Bond.”
The star-skirt woman narrowed her vertical pupils, “My believer, what dream did you just have?”
That was a good question; perhaps it was better to avoid asking next time.
“Ah, nothing much, just a boring and ordinary dream,” Xia Feng replied with a slight smile, blinking as he stepped forward, “Let’s go, Lord Dragon God, we should head into the city.”
After taking a few steps, he turned back to glance at the city gate.
He knew about the Mei Ling Tribe’s racial talent, Mei Ling Illusion could kill through dreams, categorized into “Dream Infiltration” and “Death Bond.”
Dream Infiltration required a Mei Ling Tribe member to personally enter the enemy’s dreams, seducing them and breaking their will and spirit.
Death Bond, on the other hand, didn’t require a personal entry into dreams but instead automatically formed an image of the dream that was most deeply connected to the enemy’s desires, tempting them and ensuring their consciousness remained trapped in the dream indefinitely.
The conditions for using Death Bond were somewhat strict, but if utilized well, the effect was superb. However, Xia Feng was not focused on this right now; rather, he noticed through his Eye of Deconstruction that a black line extended from above his head, stretching infinitely forward.
This seemed like a type of locating ability for identity marking.
Xia Feng immediately realized that he had exposed himself!
“Boom——” The previously half-open city gates closed swiftly, creating a heavy, booming echo.
The black-bricked road quietly unfolded into a complex hexagram formation, with countless black-purple allure flowers blooming, creating a force that sealed the area.
Yet, having already seen through everything with his Eye of Deconstruction, he entered the Holy Knight Space once again just before the formation completed, disappearing from sight.
Xia Feng dashed through the dimly lit prosperous city, racing toward the towering castle piercing the clouds at its center.
He had initially intended to sneak into the royal city and assess the situation for action.
However, that was no longer possible.
Speed was of the essence!
***
At Sunrise Castle, a flow of shimmering phantom steps extended toward the ninth-floor terrace, a total of ninety-nine steps leading up.
In the center of the terrace, a misty semi-transparent veil enveloped a small cubic space, known as the “Wedding Curtain Space.”
In the Mei Ling Tribe’s wedding ceremony, the bride must perform a sacred ceremony alone in the Wedding Curtain Space. After the ritual, she can don the ring and leave the curtain under the groom’s guidance, completing the wedding.
Huaze Tuo stood in the shadows on the first floor of the castle, looking up at the Wedding Curtain Space, lost in thought.
Every Supreme in the Imaginary Number Royal Court would establish a Holy Gate, and the Mei Ling Tribe belonged to the Feast Flower Holy Gate.
Many clans of the Nightmare Clan had no distinction between men and women and lacked the concept of marriage, but the tribes of the Feast Flower Holy Gate practiced marriage customs with clear male and female roles.
When forming a marriage, they had to worship the Feast Flower Nightmare God and pray for blessings.
This worship ceremony was quite complicated and lasted about ten minutes.
Yi Nanxi had just entered the Wedding Curtain Space, and Huaze Tuo waited quietly.
Just then, he sensed something and turned around.
Groups of guards were leaping into the air, heading towards the city gate.
He stopped one of the guards, puzzled, “What happened?”
“The city gate has detected an unregistered human signal; it should be that escaping human, who is rapidly approaching the castle,” the guard replied respectfully and promptly.
“Oh?” Huaze Tuo’s peach blossom eyes sparkled with interest, revealing a playful smile.
He hadn’t expected this little mouse to be so bold as to directly enter the heavily guarded royal city.
What did this kid intend to do?
“I’ll go with you.”
Just right, Yi Nanxi would still need a while to complete her worship ceremony.
Huaze Tuo decided to meet this little mouse first, after all, Heart Calamity Demon Blood needed to be secured safely.
“Swish!!!”
But at that moment, a thunderous crack echoed from afar, and a gray shadow streaked down from the sky.
Beside Huaze Tuo, Spider Man grinned with a creepy smile, “Hehe, looks like we don’t need to look for him; this kid has come to deliver himself to death.”
