Chapter 539.539 Mr. Xia, I Can Taste You Again
Xia Feng naturally knew the difficulty of extracting information from the Heavenly Revelation Divine Palace.
So, he didn’t force it.
Moreover, the Heavenly Martial Empress might not necessarily be the Dragon God Remnant Spirit.
For now, it was best to take things one step at a time, and the priority was to find a way to Ascend to Venerable.
As he contemplated, Xia Feng’s brows furrowed tighter, the itching sensation in his chest and throat becoming more tormenting. The sweet, jasmine-like milky fragrance once again wafted towards him, and he subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Jiang Qiue.
The woman in the green dress maintained her dignified posture, seated to the right of the sofa, her gaze cool and distant, lost in observing the scenery on the first floor outside the window.
The piano music was serene and soothing, and people conversed in low tones amidst the clinking of glasses and melodious sounds.
Jiang Qiue directed her gaze outward, past the semi-transparent cabin, as the gorgeous seawater retreated like time reversing.
Sensing something unusual, she turned back in confusion, her eyes meeting Xia Feng’s inexplicably profound black pupils.
Her heart tightened, and her ethereal beautiful eyes subconsciously glanced at Xia Feng’s thin lips, her chest inexplicably itching.
The unbearable thought flashed away, and Jiang Qiue’s expression turned indifferent. Her peripheral vision caught sight of the mysterious nun in the center of the sofa.
The nun seemed completely unaware of the unintentional exchange of glances between her and Xia Feng, nor of the mutual, yearning evil thoughts.
The nun merely gently traced the prominent bump of Xia Feng’s throat with her slender finger before gracefully standing up, crossing her long legs. “Let’s go, Mr. Xia, dance with me.”
“…” Xia Feng was startled. He held back the words he wanted to say and followed her helplessly.
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Xia Feng still appeared as a boy. He only reached Miss Mu’s chest.
Furthermore, with Miss Mu currently wearing a nun’s habit, it made her look even more like a nun big sister pulling a young noble boy along to play.
The young noble boy also had short legs and couldn’t keep up with the nun big sister’s pace.
Jiang Qiue and Cha Nai Xue stood by the window on the second floor, looking down at the two people in the center of the hall.
Cha Nai Xue smiled lightly. “Tell me, how long can Xia Feng hold on?”
Jiang Qiue’s beautiful eyes were placid, her lips pursed, and she remained silent.
Seeing that the woman in the green dress always maintained a cool, ethereal demeanor, Cha Nai Xue didn’t pry further. Instead, she turned to serious matters and said in a deep voice:
“As we predicted, the fleets of six power factions, including the Tang Clan, Jinyang, and Golden Sparrow Flower, have already set sail for the Holy City in Sector 43. The Yama Legion and Yin Dragon Legion surrounding Sector 43 have also entered a state of wartime readiness, prepared for battle.”
“Our Black Moon Holy See has internal issues at this very moment, with no signs of reinforcement. It will be difficult for Elemental and Justice to defend the Spirit Mountain of the Holy City.”
“The only strange thing is that the Ye Li Clan has remained completely inactive…”
“Mm,” Jiang Qiue merely nodded indifferently, not engaging much in conversation.
Her gaze remained fixed on the steps of the nun and the boy in the center of the hall.
After watching for a while, Jiang Qiue’s long legs beneath her skirt tensed and drew together. Her ethereal beautiful eyes slowly closed. The itching was getting worse.
Xia Feng’s throat was also itching, but luckily, he could still endure it.
While dancing with Miss Mu, Xia Feng focused his attention on his Alpha-class Spirit Artifact.
He had obtained quite a few Spirit Artifacts after copying things at the Holy See previously.
He kept only one A-class Spirit Artifact, the Scale of Justice. Although this Spirit Artifact seemed to have little use for him, it was still A-class, so he decided to keep it for now.
It might be useful in the future.
As for B-class and C-class Spirit Artifacts like the Fang of the Evil Spirit, they were all thrown into the Divine Realm Platform, converting into 4401 Encroaching Points.
[Current Encroaching Points: 11891]
1000 Encroaching Points could raise the upper limit of a single attribute’s balance to the peak of the True Martial Second Realm. To balance it to the peak of the sixth tier would require 10000 Encroaching Points.
The ability to balance attributes, when combined with the Finger Extreme Fist, could produce terrifying effects.
For example, balancing a Sage-level strength attribute with the true damage penetration of the Finger Extreme Fist, the terrifying damage Xia Feng could unleash was unimaginable.
Of course, this was all contingent on him having enough Encroaching Points to splurge.
Now that he had accumulated over ten thousand, it should be enough for one powerful burst. Combined with the Sirius Saint Seat as a trump card, he could unleash a powerful burst a second time.
He hadn’t used the Sirius Saint Seat when dealing with Oberon before.
After all, using the Saint Seat to fight Oberon was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito; it wasn’t worth it.
In addition,
he currently had five permanent Spirit Artifact slots, housing the Vermilion Bird Demonic Armor, Nascent Ten Sacred Armor, Ten Dragon Magic Cannon, Yin-Yang Mirror, and the Spirit Artifact Book.
Within the Spirit Artifact Book, he could store an additional four Spirit Artifacts. He had placed the Spirit Restriction Coin, the Scale of Justice, and the Statue of the Evil Hand Guanyin within it.
This brought the total number of permanent Spirit Artifact slots to nine.
He had already used eight, leaving one available.
In this regard, the situation was still somewhat tight.
Once he copied more Spirit Artifacts in the future, he would have to worry again about which ones to keep.
!
If only he had more than ten permanent Spirit Artifact slots, Xia Feng dreamt, feeling his feet almost lift off the ground, the world spinning.
Miss Mu held his waist and hand, quickening her dance steps.
It had to be said that even though the nun’s habit looked solemn and serious, it couldn’t hide theoutline of Miss Mu’s immense physique, which swayed before Xia Feng’s eyes.
He hadn’t felt it before, but through this dance, even he, slow-witted as he was, had realized that Miss Mu was in a very bad mood.
However, Xia Feng couldn’t suppress his thoughts. Even while embraced by Miss Mu, the scent of Jiang Qiue still lingered in his nostrils, and the peaks before him seemed to be in Jiang Qiue’s shape.
“Mr. Xia, in my presence, you desire another woman?”
Miss Mu’s cold voice echoed in his ear. “Are you looking down on me?”
“…”
Looking up to meet her golden eyes up close, Xia Feng blinked his black pupils. “So what if I am?”
Mu Qingtong didn’t get angry at his words and asked coldly, “Do you still have the Yin-Yang Mirror?”
Xia Feng smiled. “Miss Mu, what, do you want to Dual Cultivate with me again?”
Mu Qingtong didn’t answer, merely leaning closer and sniffing his forehead.
“It seems that after your rebirth, the Yin energy concerning me in your soul has been erased, and you have regained your Pure Yang Body.”
“This is a good thing.”
“Mr. Xia, I can taste your first time again,” Mu Qingtong’s explosive statement said calmly in Xia Feng’s ear.
Xia Feng’s eye corners twitched slightly. Sometimes he felt Miss Mu was quite thin-skinned, but other times, he felt this Evil Witch was even more thick-skinned than himself.
However, it didn’t matter. Trying to tease him? Xia Feng was not afraid.
“Miss Mu, if you’re willing to come at me with both your Clone and Main Body,” Xia Feng’s palm lightly squeezed her soft waist, deliberately taking liberties, “I don’t mind serving you both well in a subordinate position.”
“…” Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes, glancing at the guy. A rare smile flickered at the corner of her lips. “Alright.”
“?!” Xia Feng was stunned, but before he could sneer in disbelief, Mu Qingtong’s telepathic voice sounded in his mind again.
Her cool, indifferent voice said: “But before that, we need to resolve some minor troubles.”
“What?”
“According to my mental power sensing, at least two Venerables are currently observing us with malicious intent.”
“Venerables? That’s normal, isn’t it? We did emerge from the Black Moon Saintess’s VIP lounge, and we are quite eye-catching.”
“These two gazes are filled with malice,” Mu Qingtong shook her head, her peripheral vision glancing towards the second floor. “This Star Wheel is not right.”
