Chapter 588: Mr. Xia, Do You Have Someone You Love?
Night.
Xia Feng went all out, and it only took him a minute and a half to rush back to the Bronze Tower from the western suburbs of the forest.
The silver door of the core laboratory opened wide.
Xia Feng rushed in, covered in sweat, looking quite disheveled.
Xia Feng carefully laid the unconscious woman on his back onto the treatment bed, while Maid Fei, standing beside him, was rapidly tapping on the operating panel.
In the past two years, Mu Qingtong had built eighteen Bronze Towers in the empire, each with a core laboratory equipped with top-tier medical facilities for emergencies.
A translucent blue barrier enveloped the treatment pod. The wound on the black-dressed woman’s chest, a blood hole, was slowly healing, with new, fair skin forming.
However, her heartbeat remained weak, and she showed no signs of breathing.
Xia Feng and Fei stood on either side of the treatment pod, their brows furrowed as they watched.
It seemed that Miss Mu’s condition had not improved at all.
These facilities could only treat external injuries and provide spirit particles to stabilize spirit pressure.
They were powerless against soul damage!
How could this be…
Maid Fei, whose usually expressionless and beautiful face had its lips subtly curving upwards, suddenly looked up at Xia Feng with a eerie smile. “It seems this woman is finally going to die.”
Xia Feng frowned. He knew that Miss Mu’s maid had a mysterious origin. She was usually normal, but once she was not restrained, her true nature would be revealed.
However, as the maid said, Mu Qingtong’s condition was indeed dire.
Although her physical injuries were easily repaired, her spirit substance was still rapidly dissipating in an irreversible manner.
Once her spirit substance and aura completely faded, Miss Mu would truly die.
“Does your Master have any resurrection methods?” Xia Feng forcefully calmed himself and looked up.
“Heh~ Where are there so many resurrection methods in this world?”
Fei’s lips curved slightly. As she spoke, her maid’s uniform swirled into a red flow of energy, quietly transforming into a classic maid outfit in red and white.
A pure white mask with no patterns was attached to the side of her forehead. Her face was pointed, and her rose-red eyes were accented with a small character ‘Fei’ painted at the corners.
“However.”
She sat on the edge of the treatment bed, crossing her long legs and lazily looking up at Xia Feng with her beautiful, crimson eyes, a strange smile on her lips. “If you want this woman to survive, you can refine her into a puppet. That way, ‘Mu Qingtong’ will still live in this world.”
The maid’s slender fingers lightly stroked Mu Qingtong’s fair cheek. She tilted her head, her lazy eyes faintly gazing down. “How about it? Shall we refine this arrogant, bad woman together?”
As she spoke, the crimson light in her eyes lit up with a seductive brilliance, reflecting in Xia Feng’s dark pupils.
However, it was instantly repelled by the pale contract seal deep within Xia Feng’s soul.
Fei’s expression turned slightly pale. She clicked her tongue and muttered, “So troublesome.”
Admittedly, Miss Mu’s maid was truly sinister, but Xia Feng didn’t have the time to pay her much attention. Instead, he began to set up the formation for the Gate to the World.
Currently, he truly had no means to treat Miss Mu, so he might have to shamelessly ask Miss Evil Dragon for help.
Fei stood with her arms crossed beside him, not intervening, but her voice was low and melancholic. “It’s useless. Mu Qingtong’s spirit substance dissipation is irreversible. That existence is struggling to protect herself, how could she have the energy to help others?”
“Moreover, even after you set up the formation, it will take at least 20 minutes. Right now, with the soul connection between myself and Mu Qingtong, I can clearly sense that her spirit substance is dissipating. She can only last for at most three minutes. After three minutes, it will be her death day.”
Fei’s low voice, laced with a hint of mockery, stimulated Xia Feng’s nerves. He looked up, a killing intent flickering in his dark pupils.
Fei’s pupils constricted slightly. For some reason, she felt a sense of panic and fear. Only after the killing intent in the man’s eyes faded did her fear quickly dissipate. “Xia—”
At the same time, on the treatment bed, the black-dressed woman’s eyelids trembled slightly. She struggled to lift them.
Xia Feng quickly got up and strode forward. Her beautiful golden eyes opened, her gaze was calm, but she was unprecedentedly tired. Her voice was as weak as a mosquito’s hum. “Mr. Xia, am I going to die…”
Xia Feng was momentarily speechless. Through the Eye of Deconstruction, he could see Mu Qingtong’s spirit pressure rapidly disintegrating, and her spirit base was cracking inch by inch, like a collapsing ground.
Mu Qingtong’s tired eyes held a calm acceptance of life and death. Looking at the man’s sweaty, pale face with tense brows, she said softly, with a touch of helplessness:
“Mr. Xia, this is the first time I’ve seen you so flustered.”
Xia Feng was stunned.
“Tch, of course he’s flustered when the person he loves is about to die right in front of him~” Fei leaned against a nearby pillar with her arms crossed, chuckling casually.
“Someone I love…” The silver-haired woman murmured in confusion, her eyes drowsy and dim. She wearily raised her gaze to the man’s pale face in front of her and whispered, barely audibly, “Mr. Xia, do you have someone you love?”
As she spoke, her eyelids drooped and then lifted again, her exhaustion immense, on the verge of eternal slumber.
!
Xia Feng’s heart tightened again. The taut lines of his nerves felt as if they were grasped by a delicate white hand, pulled high, and his thoughts became jumbled.
Mr. Xia, do you have someone you love?
Do I have someone I love?
Yes!
Of course, I do!
Xia Feng dared not hesitate. He stared intently at the silver-haired woman before him. His slightly pale, trembling lips parted, and the words blurted out, “Miss Mu, I—”
[Excitement and joy have made Mu Qingtong’s thoughts more agile. Her spirit pressure state has been further stabilized. Mu Qingtong has understood the method of sublimating her spirit base to an extremely small degree without triggering the Heavenly Dao Divine Thunder. Your spirit base state has been slightly sublimated—]
[Synchronization successful—]
[Current realm: True Martial Second Realm peak (Spirit Base sublimation 1.09%)]
[Resulting Ritual 1: Use the Throne Construct and cooperatively kill a genius figure at least Venerable Third Realm with your dual cultivation partner (completed)]
[Resulting Ritual 2: Plunder a legendary A-class fruit position at least level Venerable Fourth (×)]
Xia Feng: “…”
[Seeing you so anxious, Mu Qingtong’s mood became even more joyful. While anticipating your next words, she leisurely and slowly sublimated her spirit base. Your spirit base reached a new small sublimation—1.19%]
Xia Feng: “?!”
World-Ending Witch! You’re finished!!
If I don’t make you utterly socially dead, then I’ll write my name backward!!!
Because it happened so suddenly, his mind was a mess earlier, and he hadn’t thought it through. But he should have realized this sooner.
If Mu Qingtong’s spirit base had truly collapsed, then his spirit base should have collapsed again. However, there was no reaction while he was rushing to the laboratory earlier.
The synchronization information also hadn’t been updated.
Clearly, Miss Mu had used some special method to deceive his perception, making him think that Mu Qingtong’s spirit pressure and spirit base had all collapsed, and her spirit substance was also dissipating, when he used the Eye of Deconstruction to investigate.
And Fei
This maid had actually not betrayed Mu Qingtong at all. First, she guided him to believe that Mu Qingtong was truly doomed and incurable. Then, Mu Qingtong, seeing the opportune moment, woke up, and the two of them put on an act.
They were clearly setting a trap for him!
