Chapter 951: A Teacher for a Day
Xia Feng leaned back in his wheelchair, eyes closed, lost in deep thought.
If the Evil Empress could use the Heaven’s Revelation Knights to locate and descend her will upon the Top Ten Great Areas of the Empire, it meant the Heaven’s Revelation Knights had also come to Golden Sparrow City.
However, that was no longer important.
The current problem was that he had to return to the Sumeru Realm as quickly as possible!
Although he had a bad feeling that the Empress had no good intentions, he couldn’t afford to worry about that now.
The nightmare he had just experienced left him feeling uneasy.
Xia Feng rubbed his temples. Luckily, the effect of the sleep curse had already faded, and his mental state had recovered.
He looked out the window. It was already night, and the city ruins were filled with the pungent smell of blood. Everything was hazy, and only the radiance of the Sparrow God Center Tower shone brighter and brighter.
“Daddy, that’s the rumored Sumeru Gate,” a clear voice belonging to the blonde woman sounded from behind him. She explained cautiously, “Yesterday, Sayame saw many Sacred Realm powerhouses appear in the sky outside the tower. They are probably all waiting for the Abyssal Saint to appear.”
“Daddy, Sayame feels this place is very dangerous. A great battle might even happen. Should we leave?”
Kikyō Sayame’s repeated use of “Daddy” felt as natural as if they had known each other for over a decade. Xia Feng’s eyelids twitched, and he glanced sideways at the woman.
The blonde woman was tall and slender. Her phoenix eyes, partially hidden by a white mask, were narrow, and a tear mole on her right eye flashed with an eerie brilliance. Judging by the shape of her eyes and her gaze, she possessed the mature and enchanting charm of a beautiful woman.
However, her clear and soft voice, muffled by the mask, sounded like that of a pure girl. Her colored lenses blinked as she stared at him with a mixture of curiosity and timidity, seeming a little nervous.
Xia Feng retracted his pale vertical pupils, reverting them to black. He vaguely sensed that this woman seemed… too eager to improve?
Therefore, despite her fear, she was enduring it to try and win him over?
Xia Feng slowly tapped his fingertips on the armrest a few times. After a moment of contemplation, he said, “Kikyō Sayame, is it… you almost became Hua Shen’s maid-in-waiting before?”
“Yes…”
“And what about your Cultivation Talent?”
The blonde woman in the mask was startled, then replied seriously, “According to the Golden Sparrow Flower’s grading system, it’s A-, close to Super genius level.”
Xia Feng looked at her thoughtfully and nodded. “Alright. From now on, you can call me Master.”
He planned to go to Sparrow God Mountain. This cheap disciple might be useful when suppressing that fellow Hua Shen, so Xia Feng didn’t mind taking one in.
He wouldn’t have to teach her directly; he could use Blood Treasure Heavenly Succession to let Kikyō Sayame comprehend the Spirit Robe. However, the comprehension speed of Blood Treasure Heavenly Succession wasn’t as instantaneous as the Calamity Demon Heart; it required considerable time to digest.
But it would be enough.
Hearing that this mysterious young man in the wheelchair was finally willing to accept her, Kikyō Sayame’s eyes brightened. She nodded and timidly replied, “Yes, Daddy.”
“…Call me Master!”
“B-but, Blood Treasure Heavenly Succession requires both psychological and verbal acknowledgment of the concept of ‘father’.”
“…” This was the first time Xia Feng had encountered such a peculiar spirit artifact. After some thought, he said, “Then call me Master.”
“Once a teacher, forever a father.” Surely this concept didn’t violate the usage conditions of Blood Treasure Heavenly Succession!
The blonde woman in the mask pursed her lips and frowned, seeming somewhat reluctant. However, she still obediently nodded. “Yes, Master…”
“Good. You stay here by yourself for now. Hide well. I’m leaving for a while.”
Xia Feng put on the Nascent Ten Sacred Armor over his legs, stood up neatly, and disappeared in a flash of movement.
Kikyō Sayame couldn’t help but be surprised. So you can move on your own?
But then she thought again, a mysterious existence at the level of this wheelchair-bound youth, her understanding of his various methods was completely lacking. Perhaps he had a hobby of sitting in a wheelchair and pretending to be disabled.
Lost in thought, she quickly walked to the window and gazed at the distant sky.
As expected, the mysterious young man in the black robe was flashing towards the Center Tower.
Was he also going to meet the Abyssal Saint?
Kikyō Sayame’s gaze flickered as she stared at the young man’s retreating figure, wondering about the specific strength of her Daddy… Master.
Among the more than ten beings waiting outside the Center Tower, there were quite a few Sages. Although she didn’t recognize most of their identities, she knew two of them.
The handsome youth with a long black braid down his back, wearing a blue traditional robe, was the Empire’s third God-tier genius, Tang Quan!
Kikyō Sayame couldn’t discern his strength, but she estimated he was at least a Sage-level existence.
Then there was the stern man, fully armored and wearing a platinum eagle helmet on his forehead, the Empire’s fourth God-tier genius, Jin Yangtian!
She only recognized these two. After all, the titles of the Empire’s four God-tier geniuses were too renowned, known to every household.
While the appearances of the first two were too long ago to be widely circulated online, the appearances of the latter two, Tang Quan and Jin Yangtian, were known to most people in the Empire.
Those who came to contact the Abyssal Saint as representatives of various factions were all extraordinary individuals.
I wonder which faction Daddy belongs to, Kikyō Sayame pondered in her heart.
Sparrow God Center Tower.
“This Saint has quite the airs,” Lilith Bella said, swinging her legs and resting her chin on her hand with a cold snort. “If it weren’t for the Pillar State’s instructions, I, this young lady, would find waiting even half an hour too much!”
The others were clearly also impatient, their brows furrowed as they glared at the spatial point where the Sumeru Gate was located, their expressions displeased.
They had all begun to suspect if the Abyssal Saint might have already died.
Just then, everyone sensed something and their gazes instantly shifted to the south.
They saw the black-robed figure quietly appear on a tall building.
The mask beneath his hood reflected a black spade, and there was no aura emanating from him, preventing anyone from discerning the face beneath the mask.
The Spade Person…
Everyone’s gaze narrowed. He hadn’t emerged from the Sumeru Gate, but had returned from the outside world?
This person had been in Golden Sparrow City all along, not in the Sumeru Realm?
An Xingjia, who had been yawning, stopped abruptly. He rubbed his heavy dark circles, stretched, and stood up, clicking his tongue. “You are the Abyssal Saint? You’ve certainly made us wait.”
“Saint, I have a proposal,” Nian Gengcheng said from a distance. Upon seeing Xia Feng, he smiled and suddenly spoke. “Since three of the Empire’s God-tier geniuses are gathered here, why don’t you and my Burning Heaven join forces to capture all three of them in one fell swoop?”
As he spoke, he looked at Your Highness the Imperial Concubine, Tang Quan, and Jin Yangtian with unconcealed malice, stroking his chin. “Since Your Highness the Imperial Concubine has a connection with the Abyss, I’m sure you’d be very interested in her bloodline’s origin.”
Xia Feng didn’t know where this guy got his confidence to want to make enemies of everyone present.
But he understood after a moment’s thought. Burning Heaven wouldn’t send only one Apostle like Nian Gengcheng; there were likely Burning Heaven cultists hidden in the shadows.
Xia Feng couldn’t be bothered with this fellow. As he pondered, his black pupils slowly raised. In the vision of the Eye of Deconstruction, with the Center Tower as the center, the area within a ten-mile radius faintly emanated a dark blue flowing light.
That was the mark of a formation.
Clearly, someone had set a trap here, specifically waiting for his appearance.
Xia Feng’s gaze remained calm. Feigning not to see the trap, he stepped forward and directly entered the formation’s range.
