Chapter 974 974 Mutation
2025-06-02 Author: Fingertip Madness
Chapter 974 974. Mutation
“!”
“Not happy!” Xia Feng’s expressionless face glanced at her, pulled her ankles away, and chuckled, “Little Carp, you’re so stupid, should I call you Stupid Carp from now on?”
“No.” Yue Hongli pursed her lips, frowned, she didn’t like the name “idiot,” let alone “Stupid Carp!”
“Then, Stupid Fish?”
“!” Yue Hongli’s face was stern, and she continued to shake her head unhappily, her snowy feet stepping on the ground, sliding back and forth. She wondered in her heart, why did the Master say he was unhappy when he clearly enjoyed being stepped on and humiliated?
Did she copy it wrong during her studies?
Impossible, Madam is so smart, she must have precisely found the Master’s preferences. If she copied Miss Mu’s tone, demeanor, and even behavior pattern exactly, she should be able to please the Master.
The lingering heat on her soles indicated that the Master’s physical reactions showed pleasure.
Yet, the Master’s words conveyed displeasure.
Combining this with the Master’s repeated instances of saying one thing and meaning another when deceiving Madam, the conclusion could be drawn: the Master’s “displeasure” meant “pleasure!”
At this thought, Yue Hongli’s pupils lit up, and the cowlick on her head stood up. Indeed, after a year and a half of observation and diligent study, her intelligence had led her to the right path!
—The Master is a pervert who enjoys being stepped on!
This Lord is worthy of being Gui Hua Xingjun, the Devil of All Gods. Nothing can stump this Lord!
“Stupid Fish, Stupid Carp, Stupid Carp sounds better after all,” said the Master who enjoyed being stepped on, raising his head and staring at her thoughtfully, clapping his hands, “That’s it, you’ll be called Stupid Carp from now on! Tea Bitch, Stupid Carp, Burning Fox, all set!”
Oh right, he also liked giving people strange nicknames.
Yue Hongli looked calmly at this Master who enjoyed being stepped on and thought, nodding, “As long as you’re happy, Master.”
Xia Feng raised his eyebrows, he detected a hint of rebuttal and annoyance in her words.
As expected, this Stupid Carp was getting a bit emotional. She never had any negative emotional reactions before.
This was interesting.
It seemed that interacting with Hua Shen had indeed contributed to Yue Hongli’s mental soundness, but she was still somewhat foolish. After a year and a half together, she could still misinterpret his preferences!
“Bang—!”
Just then, a thunderous roar echoed, and the window made of paper and wood trembled slightly.
Xia Feng and Yue Hongli stopped talking and looked outside in confusion.
They saw a large hole in a tall building in the distance, and two figures, accompanied by flashes of lightning, collided with each other.
Further down, it was a scene of fleeing, slaughter, and battle. The celebratory New Year’s scene, which had been adorned with lanterns and banners, instantly turned into a living hell.
Xia Feng was stunned, his gaze grave as he fully activated the Eye of Deconstruction, scanning the streets.
One by one, people’s foreheads lit up with a gray divine light, and then, as if their souls were being stripped away, a humanoid phantom materialized behind them.
The formation of the humanoid phantom shocked the person in front, who turned to try to stop it, but it was futile.
The phantom quickly solidified, its blood-red eyes filled with indifferent teasing, or perhaps with a condescending, berserk killing intent.
It was fighting its master.
Heavenly Gifted Calamity Poison, spirit artifacts turning into humans!
How could this be? Xia Feng murmured, subconsciously standing up, his hands on the windowsill, looking around intently.
The calamity poison was spreading rapidly.
In the short time it took him to ponder, dozens more people were infected, and their spirit artifacts transformed into human or humanoid forms.
Uncle Lin Han had not entered Sparrow God Mountain. Outside the mountain, he handed over the short knife with the calamity poison to Ke Yanqing.
Xia Feng had also personally seen Ke Yanqing wipe away the calamity poison, and even cautiously annihilated the short knife along with it.
There were two common ways for Heavenly Gifted Calamity Poison to spread: soul attachment and spirit artifact attacks.
Soul attachment meant that after a weapon with the Heavenly Gifted Sacred Seal killed a target, the calamity poison would attach to the target’s remnant spirit and explode at a designated time, forming a miasma of calamity poison that spread rapidly.
Spirit artifact attacks, on the other hand, occurred when an infected spirit artifact attacked another normal spirit artifact, with a chance of infecting the normal spirit artifact with Heavenly Gifted Calamity Poison, causing spirit artifacts to transform into humans.
Compared to both methods, the latter could be detected, while the former was difficult to detect.
Everyone who wanted to enter Sparrow God Mountain had to undergo rigorous screening, and Ke Yanqing was no exception.
When Ke Yanqing brought Xia Feng in previously, Xia Feng had witnessed those screening methods. They were indeed thorough, but they still couldn’t screen out calamity poison attached to remnant souls through soul attachment.
It was for this reason that, if things had gone according to Nian Gengcheng’s original plan,
it would have been a good plan to detonate the calamity poison when Konan’s corpse was sent back to Sparrow God Mountain. Of course, this was assuming Sparrow God Mountain would be careless and willing to accept the return of the Third Young Master Ke’s corpse during this critical time.
But this so-called plan never materialized.
Xia Feng fell into thought. Could it be that the corpse of another important figure was sent back to Sparrow God Mountain? Were the people at Sparrow God Mountain so careless?
“Stupid Carp, tell me, could it be that the Golden Sparrow Flower has an internal traitor?” Xia Feng leaned back in his chair and asked sideways.
Yue Hongli’s little face was cold, and she shook her head. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly looked up at the roof, her expressionless.
She transformed into a red light and vanished.
Unbeknownst to them, three figures clad entirely in black, like ninjas with only their eyes exposed, appeared on the roof.
Behind the three ninjas, a spatial vortex slowly shrank and faded.
“Hurry up, the Maid-in-waiting is coming back.”
“Just a child.”
“Stop babbling, make your move!”
As they spoke in low voices, their figures flickered and phased directly through the layers of barrier in the structure, descending from the ceiling and charging straight at Xia Feng, one in front and two behind.
Assassins?
In the dimness of the room, Xia Feng was surprised. The three ninjas seemed to have used some kind of spatial technique again, and quietly appeared beside Xia Feng’s wheelchair.
They formed a triangle, surrounding the wheelchair.
Three pairs of eyes stared indifferently, as if at an ant.
A cold glint flashed, but those three pairs of eyes instantly widened in shock. Their heads flew into the sky, and their headless bodies slowly knelt towards the young man in the center of the heads.
Thump—
A faint electric current retracted to his fingertips. Xia Feng shook his head inwardly. Three third-stage cultivators dared to assassinate him; they were tired of living.
He cast a B-class spirit robe, Fingertip Lightning, and instantly killed these three.
He had encountered assassins from the Golden Sparrow Flower once before, they were all death warriors with self-destruct contract seals, so he couldn’t be bothered to leave any alive.
Moreover, judging by the three’s previous conversation, Ke Yanqing was arriving.
Xia Feng frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook his head and used the Shadow of the Blood Fiend to devour and annihilate the bodies of the three assassins.
After a while.
Through the Eye of Deconstruction, he saw a golden sparrow drawing a straight line towards them from the distant sky.
A gust of cold wind carrying clear light blew past the paper window, and the woman with the umbrella passed through the barrier, flashing directly into the room from outside the window.
Like a fairy descending to the mortal world, she floated lightly to Xia Feng’s front.
The umbrella was lowered, but the woman first looked around, as if searching for something.
Finally, after a moment of stunned silence, her gaze returned to the young man in the wheelchair. Her red lips parted, and she said softly, “Xiao Nan, are you alright?”
Her words were gentle and full of concern, but the warm, beautiful eyes hidden under the umbrella’s shadow were filled with icy killing intent, sharp and extraordinary.
(End of this chapter)
