Chapter 720: 720 Is Little Feng Master
Chapter 721: 721. Daydream
Xia Feng’s thin lips, which had been bitten raw by Cha Nai Xue, were immediately sealed by the black-dressed woman.
The black-dressed woman acted with extreme skill, and while Xia Feng was speaking, she had already given him a French kiss.
Xia Feng’s eyes widened, and the rich fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose instantly flooded his brain nerves, igniting a terrifying desire.
This was Mu Qingtong using her B-grade Spirit Robe – Bronze Pheromone.
Mu Qingtong had used this Spirit Robe every time she cultivated with him before.
It was a special Spirit Robe researched specifically for him. As long as he smelled Mu Qingtong’s scent, his heart would be filled with the desire to lick her and procreate with her.
Could this perverted witch want to cultivate with me in broad daylight, in front of Cha Nai Xue? Xia Feng felt a mix of resistance and awkwardness, yet also a strange excitement.
Mu Qingtong clearly felt Xia Feng’s rapidly quickening breaths. She brought her red lips close to his burning ear, and whispered warmly, “Mr. Xia, my neck is a little itchy.”
As soon as she spoke, her soft waist was tightly clasped by the man’s arms. He leaned forward, arching his back and bending backward.
Mr. Xia’s heavy breaths flowed down her swan-like delicate neck.
The silver-haired woman’s slender, jade-like arms crossed and wrapped around the man’s black hair. Her proud, lifted little face was cool and aloof, showing no emotional change. Her beautiful eyes merely narrowed slightly, like a queen enjoying the service of her favored subject.
Beneath the black dress and long legs, Cha Nai Xue still held her ankles with both hands. Her breathing seemed to quicken as she struggled to push away the man’s high heels, but it was futile.
The silver-haired woman, while forcefully pinning Cha Nai Xue down, reached out and grabbed Xia Feng’s lifeblood.
Cha Nai Xue’s rosy little mouth opened silently, watching the scene above in disbelief.
Little Feng had resisted her so much earlier, but now faced with Mu Qingtong, he was like a dog, sticking out his tongue, serving wherever Mu Qingtong told him to serve.
No bottom line!
Xia Feng! Where is your dignity?!
Before long, Xia Feng was pushed away by Mu Qingtong. Caught off guard, he stumbled back two steps. He held his forehead and said speechlessly, “No, are you playing with me? Is that it?”
The black-dressed woman glanced at him indifferently, not responding, merely looking at the stain on her palm with a hint of disgust.
She crouched down, wiped Cha Nai Xue’s tender red lips, and then patted Cha Nai Xue’s pretty face, which was filled with humiliation and indignation. “Alright, you can get up now.”
Cha Nai Xue was taken aback. She subconsciously pursed her lips, and a strange aroma rushed straight into her taste buds.
It was Little Feng’s scent! Her face instantly flushed red, and for a moment, she didn’t know whether to be angry and call Mu Qingtong a pervert or to thank Mu Qingtong.
She subconsciously wanted to lick her lips, but suddenly realized that this thought was not normal.
It’s over. Cha Nai Xue felt like she was truly sick.
Sick to the point of no return.
Watching this scene, Xia Feng’s eye twitched. He also felt like he was sick, getting excited because Cha Nai Xue was watching him do that.
Damn it, it’s all Mu Qingtong’s fault. That world-destroying witch is even more shameless than me!
Cha Nai Xue quickly stood up, tidied her clothes and messy hair. Her beautiful face once again wore a fake smile, returning to the sweet and dignified appearance of a Saintess.
However, she still subconsciously stole a glance at Xia Feng, who was adjusting his belt. Her gaze inadvertently shifted downwards, and her red lips pursed tightly. Noticing Xia Feng looking up, she quickly averted her gaze.
This was the first time she had seen this.
As expected, Little Feng had finally grown up.
And he had grown up to a degree that made her feel a little afraid and unfamiliar.
She frowned, wondering in her heart how such things could be combined.
“Teacher Miao is not dead yet. It’s up to you to decide how to deal with her,” Xia Feng said indifferently, acting as if nothing had happened. Cha Nai Xue came back to her senses and looked into the distance.
Teacher Miao was already skin and bones, her hair had withered and fallen out completely, and her wrinkled skin was so thin that her bones were almost visible.
Her consciousness was still intact, and she lay on the ground, barely breathing.
If properly cared for, she could still live for a few more years.
Seeing this, Cha Nai Xue’s stray thoughts completely dissipated. After hesitating for a moment, she walked towards Teacher Miao.
Teacher Miao’s consciousness was hazy. She tried her best to lift her eyelids. Seeing the person approaching, she trembled in fear, “X-Xiao Xue… Teacher was wrong, spare—”
Her voice cut off as Cha Nai Xue thrust a sword into Teacher Miao’s neck.
Cha Nai Xue stood expressionlessly in front of Teacher Miao’s corpse, silent, lost in thought for a long time. Finally, she slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and raised her hand.
The shattered remnant soul left her body and was absorbed into Cha Nai Xue’s palm.
The inheritance of the Naraka Realm was not yet complete. Only after thirty days, when this remnant soul was completely digested, would it truly end. At the same time, her strength would also slightly increase.
Now, she had benefited from misfortune. Her Spiritual Pressure was only Pu Wu 5, and her overall strength was at most True Martial First Realm.
Now, because of Teacher Miao, her Strength and Agility had reached the level of Zhi An, and her Spirit had reached the Sacred Realm. Only her Spiritual Pressure remained at the Pu Wu 5 state, but she had inherited all of Teacher Miao’s knowledge of Spirit Robes.
Among them, there were three A-class Spirit Robes and as many as nineteen B-grade Spirit Robes.
The standard for promotion to True Martial First Realm was to master one A-class Spirit Robe. She had already mastered three, and two of them were A-class Dao Fruits. Now, she only needed to increase her Spiritual Pressure density to automatically advance, which was very simple.
At least until she ascended to Sage, her cultivation would become very simple.
Teacher Miao was a Spirit Master who had formed two A-class Dao Fruits and three B-class Dao Fruits, and was herself a super genius. However, her foundation was damaged when she was young, which caused her to be stuck at the Peak Sacred Realm for many years.
She never expected that the wealth accumulated over a thousand years would all be reaped by Cha Nai Xue.
With this knowledge of Spirit Robes, and the fusion of two super geniuses’ talents, supplementing each other’s deficiencies, Cha Nai Xue understood that even if she hadn’t reached the level of a God-tier genius, she was infinitely close.
It was not a problem to directly reach the peak of True Martial Second Realm in one month.
If the ritual to ascend to Venerable was not difficult, she could even become a Venerable in three months and reach the Peak Sacred Realm in three years! It was not impossible to regain the strength Teacher Miao had in life.
Of course, the reason for such speed was that she was regaining her strength, not increasing it.
But Cha Nai Xue had great ambitions; she was not content with this.
Teacher Miao had formed two A-class Dao Fruits and was a Dual-A Sacred Realm master. Cha Nai Xue, on the other hand, wanted to use her current heaven-defying talent to form Triple-A, or even Quadruple-A Dao Fruits!
Only a Quadruple-A Sacred Realm master would be considered a leader among the younger generation of this era.
As for Quintuple-A, she didn’t dare to think about it for now.
However, no matter what, she had to increase her strength as soon as possible to make Mu Qingtong, that arrogant little sister, pay the price! And then! Get Little Feng—
“Ah~” As she was daydreaming, a playful smile on her lips, her hair was yanked backward. Xia Feng smiled, “What bad things are you thinking about again?”
“I, I wasn’t, Little Feng…”
“En?”
“Master Little Feng~” The snow-skirt woman looked at this childhood playmate who had once said he would marry her. Her amethyst-colored contact lenses were filled with tears, and she looked pitifully, “Your servant is thinking about how to quickly recover her strength so as not to lag behind you.”
