Chapter 77: Full Preparations
Xia Feng and Bailong looked down on each other.
After a few exchanges, Xuanwu said in a deep voice, “Alright, Bailong. If you undertake a disguise mission, the frontal battlefield will lose a Third-stage Spirit Master. How can we fight then?”
Bailong was startled, his brow furrowed. It was true, on the frontal battlefield, the strength of Third-stage and Fourth-stage Spirit Masters was evenly matched between the two sides; the absence of either would be detrimental.
Xuanwu looked at Xia Feng. “Kid, right now only you and Bailong possess disguise abilities, but I believe this risk is unnecessary. Even if you successfully infiltrate their ranks, honestly, it won’t amount to much. In the end, it will still depend on Li Hongdou herself.”
The old man’s words were sincere, and Xia Feng understood his meaning, but he still shook his head. “Bureau Chief, I understand the reasoning, but I’m still uneasy about Mushroom going alone.”
“Xia, Xia Feng. Actually, I can manage alone,” Mushroom mumbled from the side.
Xia Feng glanced at her, and Mushroom immediately shut her mouth.
Seeing Xia Feng’s determined expression, the old man knew he couldn’t persuade him. After thinking for a moment, he pulled a cross-shaped necklace from his sleeve and tossed it to Xia Feng.
“Dragon’s Feast Token. If absolutely necessary, activate its Spirit Pressure to destroy it. The resulting force field can resist the full power strike of a Fourth-stage strong individual.”
Xia Feng subconsciously caught it, his eyes lighting up. “Holy cow, this is a good thing!”
The old man was quite decent~
Next, everyone discussed the specific details of the battle plan for a while longer before dispersing. Before they parted, Bureau Chief Xuanwu reiterated, “Remember, absolutely do not let the birth ritual be completed, and do not let the Earl gain Yue Hongli’s allegiance. No one knows what abilities Yue Hongli possesses; the uncertainty is too great.”
“Rest assured, Sir Bureau Chief, I am the most reliable person when it comes to doing things. I will never let the birth ritual succeed!” Xia Feng thumped his chest as he made his promise, and then he and Mushroom departed ahead of everyone else.
Watching Xia Feng’s retreating back, Bailong’s brows furrowed even tighter. “Bureau Chief, do you really believe this kid and that young lady can succeed?”
Under the setting sun, Xuanwu sat in his wheelchair, gazing into the depths of the forest with a wistful look. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and sighed.
“I hope they can succeed. There’s no better method.”
Bailong twitched the corner of his mouth. “In my opinion, that Xia’s disguise ability is too easily detected. It would be better to rely on our direct assault than to count on him.”
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“I really don’t need to go with you?” Mu Qingtong asked calmly.
“I’d like you to, but in what capacity? Your current identity is that of a dead person killed by the Eight-faced Man.”
Xia Feng rubbed his chin. “Hmm, if the Eight-faced Man were a lustful devil, it’s possible he might spare your life. But given the Eight-faced Man’s age, small stature, and… brevity, he’s likely lost all desire in that regard. So, capturing you wouldn’t be very reasonable…”
“Alright, you can shut up now.”
Mu Qingtong, clad in a black dress that fluttered gracefully in the afterglow of the sunset, watched as Xia Feng waved goodbye. “I’m off.”
He carried Mushroom on his back and soon disappeared into the darkening forest.
Mushroom’s slender arms wrapped around Xia Feng’s neck. Her soft, slightly curly light green hair partially hid her pretty face. She blinked, silent for a long time, then suddenly whispered, “Feng, did you and Mu Shen… do anything?”
“Do what?” Xia Feng stumbled, nearly crashing into a tree. Luckily, his driving skills were steady, and he adjusted his direction, continuing at extreme speed.
“What did you just say?” Xia Feng suspected he had misheard.
Mushroom’s slightly baby-faced little face flushed crimson. She mumbled, “I said, did you and Mu Shen, do, do *that*?”
Xia Feng’s mind crashed for a moment. He said speechlessly, “Of course not. What? Are you afraid I’ll tarnish your goddess?”
“No, no, it’s not that,” Mushroom quickly explained, biting her lip. “I’m just curious. Aren’t you and Mu Shen engaged? Many engaged couples have children before marriage…”
Children before marriage? Xia Feng couldn’t help but think of the World-Ending Witch, elegant in her black dress, yet with a prominent baby bump, looking at him with gentle eyes.
Holy cow, this feeling seems…
Imagining it, Xia Feng’s gaze drifted downwards, only to find that next to her home slippers were countless severed heads and limbs. She stood on a bloody mountain of corpses, crimson blood flowing like countless rivers, the world littered with dead bodies.
The black-dressed woman’s gentle smile, looking at him, gradually turned terrifying. Xia Feng jolted awake.
No, no, I’d better go find my unborn wife! Xia Feng’s eye twitched slightly as he shook his head. “You’re overthinking it, Mushroom. Miss Mu and I are only nominal fiancés. We’re not really that familiar with each other.” “Not very familiar?” Mushroom looked confused. “But I see Mu Shen’s attitude towards you is very different from how she is with others.”
Xia Feng: “Different?”
Mushroom thought for a moment and said, “Mu Shen is very popular at school. She smiles when she talks to anyone, very gentle. But strangely, this approachable Mu Shen doesn’t have any friends and always goes around alone. However, I’ve noticed she’s always with you lately. What does she come to you for?”
What else could she do? To get picked on~ This World-Ending Witch had no motivation if she wasn’t stimulated a bit, Xia Feng grumbled in his heart.
“I suspect she has ulterior motives regarding you. Mu Shen is definitely not as simple as she appears on the surface.”
“…”
Admittedly, although Mushroom was introverted and socially anxious, she was quite observant. Had she realized Mu Qingtong didn’t quite fit into this world?
“So, Feng, I suspect Mu Shen might have fallen in love with you!” Mushroom concluded.
“Huh?”
Xia Feng decided to retract his earlier assessment of Mushroom. Mushroom was not only introverted and socially anxious, but she was also terrible at judging people.
!
As the two chatted idly, seven to eight hours passed. Xia Feng vaguely saw Pingshan Hospital, standing deep in the forest, once again.
Xia Feng had already replicated the Eight-faced Man’s appearance, physique, voice, and everything else. After using the Vermilion Bird Demonic Armor to transform into the outer, imposing figure, he then put on the black robe and the bloody Eight-faced Mask.
Except for the lack of the Eight-faced Man’s memories, with the Vermilion Bird Demonic Armor, he was almost identical to the Eight-faced Man. Moreover, he could use the Calamity Demon Heart to imbue the Vermilion Bird Demonic Armor with a Calamity Force aura, making the disguise even more convincing.
The last point of risk was the possibility of a Fourth-stage Spirit Master seeing through his copied ability and penetrating his soul. However, he had a solution for that as well.
That was to cover his soul with the Bronze Mask. This way, even if his soul were investigated, the other party would only see a void. The Bronze Mask’s undetectable ability was very powerful.
With this, he would have room to maneuver. Of course, this was not Xia Feng’s true foolproof plan. His real insurance was the feather given to him by Black Crow, which was originally intended to prevent the danger posed by the Life Star God. But discovering that the Life Roulette game was actually not dangerous, and even finding a major bug in it, he had kept the feather all along. Black Crow’s feather could instantly transport him and any life form he touched into the Evil Dragon Space, serving as a final failsafe measure.
“Who? Stop right there!”
As Xia Feng approached Pingshan Hospital, numerous searchlights from the perimeter illuminated him.
“Mushroom, get ready. The show is about to begin~”
“Okay!”
