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Bound to Witch of Destruction – Chapter 978

Chapter 979: Refreshing
Author: Fingertip Madness

Vis

Ke Yanqing suddenly regretted her actions, but the man behind her had already picked her up.

Looking at herself in the mirror, and the man with the mask still covering half of his face beside her wet hair, her expression changed slightly. Yan Li’s sick eyes instantly turned calm and cold.

Her long legs touched the ground, and she pushed the man behind her away. She said softly and lightly, “The time is up, and I need to go and trade with the Abyssal Saint. Also, Vis is coming. Don’t worry, he won’t harm you again, but Xiao Nan, please don’t blame him, okay?”

Xia Feng took two steps back and, seeing her unstable and trembling as she knelt on the ground again, nodded with feigned innocence, his voice obedient, “I’ll do anything you say, Sister Qing.”

Ke Yanqing: “…”

After her psychological emotions and physical desires were greatly satisfied, Ke Yanqing regained her reason, making her unable to bear this guilt.

She quickly changed into a classical qipao, as elegant and picturesque as a painting, and put on an oil-paper umbrella again. Her temperament returned to gentle and peaceful. Not daring to linger, her skirt swirled with green light, and she vanished into thin air like a ink wash painting.

Xia Feng stood still. Seeing her disappear as if fleeing in panic, he was also somewhat speechless. This morbid maid had the courage to go crazy but not the courage to face Corvis.

Pathetic.

“Dong dong dong—dong dong dong! Bang!!”

The continuous dull knocking suddenly turned into an explosion. Someone was attacking the barrier of this house from the outside.

Clearly, Corvis was about to forcefully attack this place.

Xia Feng casually cleaned up the mess in the bathroom, even evaporating and dispersing the large water stains on the mirror.

He slowly sat back in his wheelchair, a woolen blanket covering his knees.

“Bang—!” The barrier shattered, and the outer door of the living room also exploded. A handsome man in an abyssal black coat with a white shirt underneath walked out of the dust.

Xia Feng slowly looked up.

The man’s gaze did not fall on him. After looking around, he then looked at the young man in the wheelchair by the fireplace.

Corvis exuded an imposing pressure from above, looking at Xia Feng indifferently, and said in a low voice, “Where is Sister Qing?”

The Golden Sparrow cried out in the sky and quietly landed outside the Sumeru Gate.

“Your Excellency Saint, the Golden Sparrow Flower has discussed the plan. Please come out and meet.”

A light and cold voice echoed over the clock tower in the drizzle. The woman in the qipao pressed the umbrella, waiting quietly, but whether it was due to the cold, her thighs, covered by the qipao, couldn’t stop trembling.

The aftershock lingered.

It was hard to imagine that someone who looked so frail and sickly could have so much energy.

Ke Yanqing’s slender fingers gripping the umbrella handle turned white. She tightly pressed her thighs together, her clear and cold eyelids lowered. In the end, she still didn’t remove that mask, not knowing what the man’s true appearance was.

Swish—From the top of the clock tower, a vortex opened, and a Spade Person slowly emerged from it, looking down at her with what seemed like a majestic gaze.

Ke Yanqing narrowed her beautiful eyes, but it no longer mattered. The man said he was a subordinate of the Abyssal Saint. Perhaps this could be used in the future, as long as… it wasn’t the Abyssal Saint himself.

Otherwise, she would truly be a jester.

Xia Feng looked down at the woman with the umbrella in the distance and said indifferently, “No more small talk, let’s get straight to the point, Maid Ke.”

Ke Yanqing forcefully controlled the reaction in her thighs. She slightly raised the umbrella, her expression calm, and said, “Yesterday, Your Excellency Saint mentioned adding three Golden Sparrow Feathers. After the discussion of the Twelve Seats, Mother agreed. We can accept Your Excellency Saint’s conditions.”

“However, in return, the Saint also needs to help my clan with one thing.”

“Oh? I’m all ears,” Xia Feng nodded and said lightly, as long as you don’t ask me to help you destroy Burning Heaven.

“Currently, Burning Heaven has temporarily retreated from the front line for some unknown reason. But what truly caused the Golden Sparrow Flower to fall into disarray is actually the Heavenly Gift Great Calamity.”

“The Heavenly Gifted Calamity Poison has already spread across the entire planet, and even Sparrow God Mountain has not been spared. The army of spirit artifacts formed under the influence of the calamity has begun to sweep across the globe, and at the instigation of Burning Heaven, it is advancing towards Golden Sparrow City.”

“Therefore, Your Excellency Saint, we Golden Sparrow Flowers have only one request. If you have a way to resolve the Heavenly Gifted Calamity Poison, then all the conditions proposed by Your Excellency for Golden Sparrow Feathers and all spirit materials and spirit papers can be met.”

Listening to Ke Yanqing’s narration, Xia Feng pondered. Actually, before this woman was acting so flirtatious and shaking her hips at him, she had already briefly mentioned the conditions of the Golden Sparrow Flower.

He had already thought of a countermeasure at that time.

Dealing with the Heavenly Gifted Calamity Poison, especially a fully formed calamity poison army, was indeed a bit difficult, but he, Xia Feng, happened to be a natural nemesis to the Heavenly Gift.

However…

The only problem was that the Enlightenment Domain only had a range of fifty meters, which couldn’t cover the whole globe.

“I believe that for Your Excellency Saint, cooperating and coexisting with my clan is much more stable than coexisting with Burning Heaven in Golden Sparrow City.”

Seeing that the Abyssal Saint remained silent, Ke Yanqing frowned. “Your Excellency, do you also have no way to deal with the Heavenly Gifted Calamity Poison?”

Xia Feng looked up and said in a low voice, “There is a method, naturally. However, you Golden Sparrow Flowers need to deliver the spirit materials first, and then I, this Saint, will naturally take action. Otherwise, this matter is non-negotiable.”

“…” Ke Yanqing’s delicate brows furrowed even deeper. When she was being wildly bullied by that fake younger brother just now, she had indeed said that the Abyssal Saint needed to get the spirit materials first.

Mother had also agreed to this situation, but it still carried great risk, and it was best to avoid it if possible.

After all, what if the Abyssal Saint played them?

But looking at the Abyssal Saint’s tough stance, there was no room for negotiation.

After a moment of thought, Ke Yanqing remembered the few words her mother had instructed her. She let out a sigh, looked up, and said, “Alright, it’s a deal.”

Xia Feng couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. So straightforward?

He thought he would have to haggle for a while. He hadn’t expected the Golden Sparrow Flower to be so decisive.

The oil-paper umbrella spun, and with the imprint of green light, a ring leaped out from the painting on the umbrella surface and flew towards Xia Feng.

“All spirit materials, including the Golden Sparrow Feathers, are in this ring.”

Xia Feng took the ring, closed his eyes, and sensed it carefully. There were indeed no omissions.

He had to say, this Golden Sparrow Flower was really bold. Did they trust him, the Abyssal Saint, so much?

He had a guess in his heart and looked up thoughtfully, “To be so eager to strike a deal with this Saint, do you Golden Sparrow Flowers believe that by resolving the Heavenly Gifted Calamity, you can repel Burning Heaven?”

Ke Yanqing shook her head and said in a low voice, “It’s not that easy. However, if Your Excellency can truly repel the Heavenly Gift, then Mother will be able to successfully seize ‘Sky Pivot Five’. Currently, for Mother, Sky Pivot Five is the top priority.”

As expected, Xia Feng nodded. Hua Shen’s actions were all aimed at Sky Pivot Five, and no price was too high to pay.

But this was good too. It was better for Sky Pivot Five to fall into Hua Shen’s hands than into the hands of the Burning Heaven Holy Lord.

As for how to snatch Sky Pivot Five from Hua Shen’s hands and thus revive Miss Evil Dragon, Xia Feng narrowed his black eyes and stared at Ke Yanqing for a while.

Lost in thought, he turned and returned to the Sumeru Realm, leaving behind only a magnificent and indifferent voice that echoed over the clock tower.

“Within half an hour, the calamity poison on Sparrow God Mountain will be resolved.”

“If you wish to contact this Saint again, you can do so through ‘Konan’.”

“Furthermore, Corvis wants to harm Konan again. You had better pray that he hasn’t done anything extreme, otherwise, heh~”

“!” Ke Yanqing’s umbrella suddenly lifted. Her pretty, pale face tensed. Thinking of something, she dared not delay further and rode the Golden Sparrow to rush back.

(End of this chapter)


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Bound to Witch of Destruction

Bound to Witch of Destruction

我绑定了灭世魔女
Score 6.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Native Language: Chinese
After Xia Feng found himself transmigrated, he faced a horrifying twist—his heart had been inexplicably removed. In its place was a damaged, malevolent heart with a grim expiration date: it would only last eighteen years. But this wasn’t just any heart; it was a magical one, capable of synchronizing with the strength of its chosen target. To survive, Xia Feng made a desperate choice: he bound himself to the future villain destined to bring about the world’s destruction—the Witch of Destruction. Her strength would become his strength. The more powerful she grew, the more powerful he would become! With this newfound connection, Xia Feng quickly realized that picking fights wasn’t just a bad habit—it was a survival strategy. With a sly grin, he taunted, “Miss Witch, I’ll admit you’re strong… but not strong enough!”

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