Chapter 674:674. Exposure, the Humiliation in the Sea of Memory Repeats
Xia Feng didn’t hesitate, preparing to activate his Enlightenment Domain.
After Cha Nai Xue offered 101 Obsidian stones, he now had three activations of the Enlightenment Domain.
There was no need to be overly frugal.
After all, if the Obsidian stones were consumed, he could find a way to get more.
However, if this Divine Faith Fruit slipped away now, there might not be another chance to encounter it in the future.
Moreover, besides the Light Disciple, the three Apostles present were all powerful existences, and they might even possess formidable Spirit Artifacts.
However, what troubled Xia Feng was that the pale-skinned Vampire was a bit far away, squatting by the edge of the glass window under the distant ceiling, fifty meters away from the safe house.
Xia Feng pondered for a moment, then squatted down and placed his hand on the floor of the safe house.
The ground outside the safe house immediately bloomed into a sea of flowers formed by arms, enveloping the safe house and forcefully throwing it towards the main entrance!
*Swish*
However, before it could even fly halfway into the air, the Vampire’s slender figure, clad in an elegant black outfit, appeared above the oval house. He had his hands in his pockets and his boots kicked out an air cannon, forcefully stomping the oval house down. *Boom!*
A deep pit directly appeared in the center of the Holy See’s grounds, filled with smoke and dust.
Leng Xiu, with his hands in his pockets, looked down at the turtle shell under his boots and casually kicked it, shaking his head with a sneer, “What a fool. Running now, where can you possibly go?”
[Enlightenment Domain activated—]
[Copy successful—]
[B-class Spirit Artifact · Blood Breath Seal]
[Universal Blood Breath: You can transform your blood into ‘Universal Blood Breath.’ Under the nourishment of Universal Blood Breath, any spiritual fruit seeds can be cultivated by you to maturity.]
[Note 1: You can only cultivate 1 spiritual fruit at a time.]
[Note 2: The higher your blood’s status, the faster the spiritual fruit will mature.]
[Currently Matured: Divine Faith Fruit * 1]
[Currently Cultivating: Spirit Infusion Fruit (0.001%)]
[Your Blood Status: SS——]
“My goodness, it can actually cultivate spiritual fruits!” Xia Feng’s heart was filled with joy. Although the level of the Spirit Artifact was not high, its function satisfied him greatly.
[Optimize—]
[Optimization successful!]
[B· Blood Breath Seal (Optimized Version)]
[↑: Can only cultivate 1 spiritual fruit at a time → The number of spiritual fruits you can cultivate simultaneously depends on your Mental Power. The higher your Mental Power, the more spiritual fruits you can cultivate simultaneously.]
[Currently Simultaneously Cultivating: 3]
Even with Mental Power at the initial stage of the Sage level, it can only cultivate 3 at a time. Xia Feng rubbed his chin, curiosity arose in his heart. If he had Miss Mu’s Mental Power, how many could he cultivate simultaneously?
While contemplating, he didn’t immediately choose to take out the Divine Faith Fruit from the Blood Breath Seal. After all, taking it out now would easily arouse Leng Xiu’s vigilance and suspicion.
As for when to take it out again.
Xia Feng’s black eyes narrowed slightly. He already had a countermeasure in mind. Perhaps he could use this Divine Faith Fruit to escape to a safe place!
[Copy successful—]
[B· Eerie Shadow Robe]
[Copy successful—]
[B· Mt. Kui Armor]
To Xia Feng’s disappointment, Ji Ying and Fen Cheng’s Spirit Artifacts were not A-class.
Looking up at the sky, the Light Disciple was nowhere to be found. The Enlightenment Domain did not sense his presence.
However, he strongly suspected that this mysterious Apostle’s Spirit Artifact would be very powerful!
Seeing that he couldn’t copy the Light Disciple’s Spirit Artifact, Xia Feng had to give up for the time being.
He returned to the sofa and lay down, resting his head on the armrest.
Angi the Saint Pastor had yet to arrive.
The Apostles outside were waiting patiently and quietly.
Since these people were not in a hurry, Xia Feng and the other three were naturally not in a hurry either.
Mu Qingtong sat leaning on the sofa, a thick book placed on her black dress draped over her crossed legs. She lazily propped her chin with one hand, her eyes lowered as she quietly read.
Cha Nai Xue stood behind the black-dressed woman, her hands on the woman’s slender shoulders, massaging her gently with a sweet smile, not daring to show any displeasure or resistance.
She seemed to have adapted to her identity as Mu Qingtong’s female slave.
Xia Feng glanced at the enjoying Miss Mu, then looked at the woman in the green dress sitting in front of his head, staring blankly, and smiled, “Saintess Qiue, look how sensible Cha Nai Xue is. What about you?”
Jiang Qiue’s thoughts returned, and she looked at him expressionlessly, “??”
Seeing Xia Feng’s detestable smile and him staring at her without speaking, her molars tightened. Although she was now only the Black Moon Saintess, she had once been the Nine-Tails Star God and had never served a mere mortal!
“Alas, my head hurts so much,” Xia Feng sighed mournfully.
“…” Jiang Qiue frowned, staring at the detestable face in front of her. When she subconsciously glanced at his parting thin lips, her heart skipped a beat, and her legs beneath the ethereal green dress closed together.
“Put your head here, I’ll massage it for you,” she pursed her lips, supporting Xia Feng’s head and placing it directly in the center of her lap.
Before Xia Feng could react, he felt his head sink into softness. The woman above him looked down with ethereal beautiful eyes.
‘Wait, I was just joking, and you’re actually going to do it?’ Xia Feng had actually just been speaking recklessly.
The woman’s looming green peaks pressed down, completely obscuring his view of her flickering, colorful beautiful pupils. Her delicate fingers pressed on his temples, massaging gently, and she asked in a clear voice, “Is this strength okay?”
Xia Feng’s gaze couldn’t help but daze as he looked up at the green cloth that was about to cover his lips and nose. At this extremely close distance, the sweet scent of honey made the Queen Bee’s curse in his throat uncontrollable. His eyes became unfocused, and he subconsciously parted his lips, even raising his neck—
“Mr. Xia, are you treating me as if I don’t exist?”
A cool, indifferent voice like a curved blade, flashing with cold light, was positioned at Xia Feng’s neck.
Xia Feng’s unfocused black eyes sharpened, and he suddenly came to his senses, his head falling back onto her lap.
The black-dressed woman closed her book, her golden beautiful pupils calmly staring at the restless fox saintess.
Jiang Qiue’s temperament was refined, and she sat gracefully, her beautiful eyes ethereal and indifferent, as if she were uninvolved.
Mu Qingtong was not very angry about this almost provocative behavior. She merely curled the corners of her lips into an amused light smile, then raised one hand and waved it forward casually.
Instantly, a memory image filled with seductive sounds appeared on the coffee table.
It was a man and two women lying on the sofa.
Xia Feng and two Mu Qingtongs!
The moment this sudden image appeared, Xia Feng stiffly turned his head. The two saintesses’ beautiful eyes widened, their red lips parted slightly, and their expressions were somewhat dazed.
Xia Feng’s hands were pulled up and locked on the sofa. His legs would occasionally kick the coffee table randomly, wanting to stop and escape, but his body couldn’t control itself, rising and falling like waves between the two silver-haired witches.
The man was like someone trapped in a desperate hell, his whites showing, his face sweating and twitching, his ear roots burning hot, and even his muffled groans were blocked by his lips and nose, unable to cry for help. He could only be tormented by the two witches, sinking into a sea of sin, unable to extricate himself.
“Mu Qingtong! Are you poisoned?!”
Xia Feng couldn’t hold back any longer. He abruptly stood up and slapped the memory image away.
But Cha Nai Xue and Jiang Qiue had already turned to look, their eyes filled with strangeness.
Cha Nai Xue never expected that this Little Feng, who appeared so arrogant and looked down on her and despised her every day, would be so perverse in private.
Furthermore, he didn’t resist being toyed with by Mu Qingtong like that!
Truly… truly debauched!
Xia Feng: “!!!”
