I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

The two Holy Daughters were secretly plotting more plan details when Jiang Qiue grew increasingly confident about the "Holy Daughter Rebellion Plan."

They didn't notice that the quiet "Dragon Language" book lying on the sofa had a mysterious, dark cover that became even more enigmatic under the candlelight, with a flowing light vortex rotating beneath it.

"Mr. Xia, instead of saying these inexplicable things to me, you might want to pay more attention to those two restless Holy Daughters."

The silver-haired nun's golden eyes flashed, her voice indifferent, "I've sensed subtle spiritual power fluctuations, Cha Naixue doesn't seem to be very honest."

"I'm well aware of that."

Xia Feng smiled, "This girl is always thinking about how to enslave me in return, and now with Jiang Qiue, a natural ally appearing, she certainly won't let this chance slip away. Just don't know how far they've got, have they formed an alliance?"

"You seem quite relaxed. Aren't you afraid they'll really find a way to deal with us?"

"We have Miss Mu, don't we?"

Xia Feng looked at the cold beauty before him, her black and white nun's robes made her seem even more solemn and holy, he smiled, "Surely with Miss Mu's genius, these two little Holy Daughters won't be able to cause any trouble."

Mu Qingtong lazily rested her cheek on her hand, and spoke lightly, "Naturally."

No sooner had she spoken than she frowned and playfully kicked Xia Feng on the shin, "Don't provoke women in the future. If you're not annoyed by them, I am."

"....." Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, discontented, "What do you mean by me provoking women? It was clearly Jiang Qiue who provoked me. Plus, she's not quite right in the head, just like Cha Naixue."

Mu Qingtong said nothing, merely glanced at Xia Feng's youthful face and calmly asked, "Jiang Qiue didn't do anything to you, did she?"

Xia Feng paused, "Do anything? What do—"

Halfway through speaking, he swiftly grasped her meaning and his lips curved into a smirk, "Why, is Miss Mu worried about something?"

"If you don't want to say, never mind." Mu Qingtong didn't really want to know if this unvirtuous man was still pure; knowing would only add to her displeasure.

After all, once Xia Feng submitted under her control, she can make sure he adheres to the duties of an unwed husband and stops philandering.

Mu Qingtong had no interest in sharing a man with other women.

Unaware that Mu Qingtong already claimed ownership of him in her mind, Xia Feng was contemplating his plans for Cha Naixue.

To deal with an unstable, narcissistic woman like Cha Naixue, first, she had to be given hope, then that hope had to be shattered, so she would utterly despair, abandoning all unrealistic fantasies and become completely compliant.

The same applied to Jiang Qiue.

Once he subdued these two Holy Daughters, it would be time to scheme for the S-class Spiritual Clothes, Xia Feng looked forward to it with anticipation, as Cha Naixue had told him before.

The hereditary Spiritual Clothes of the Black Moon Church Court were related to "time."

Any ability involving time was tremendously fearsome, let alone at the S-class level.

Then, the two of them began to digress, talking about anything and everything. After being apart for nearly half a year, it seemed he and Miss Mu had endless things to discuss, sharing stories of the people and events they had encountered in that time.

Four hours later.

Cha Naixue finally came knocking at the door, took one look at Xia Feng, then bowed her head to Mu Qingtong, "Jiang Qiue is willing to submit."

Without further ado, Xia Feng followed Cha Naixue and left.

Mu Qingtong sat still in the armchair, quietly gazing out the window.

Even as it snowed, the night sky was more brilliant than ever, thousands of twinkling stars, and the bright moon hanging in the pitch-black canopy of heaven was not alone.

The corners of Mu Qingtong's lips curved into a faint smile.

For some reason, her mood was extraordinarily good, the gloom of the past half-year seemed to evaporate in a flash.

"Mr. Xia, it's good you're not dead...." She had thought about welcoming the return of one of her kind in this way, but seeing Xia Feng still looking as punchable as ever, the words died on her lips.

This fellow only needs a bit of flattery and he would think he's ascended to the heavens, can't indulge him.

But regardless, since Mr. Xia has been resurrected, it's time for her to hasten the process of becoming a Venerable.

Only after becoming a Venerable could she make her strength undergo a qualitative leap.

Only then could she once again subjugate that annoying Mr. Xia... severely!

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When Xia Feng returned to the living room, the woman in the aquamarine dress still maintained her squatting posture, her small face wet and flushed beneath the messy hair, her beautiful eyes still cold and defiant.

"Doesn't look like you're in any mood to submit," he remarked.

Half-kneeling before the woman, Xia Feng picked up a strand of water on the ground and dangled it in front of Jiang Qiue's eyes, mocking her on purpose, "Tsk, Holy Daughter, you really are different on the inside than what you show on the outside."

"!!!" Jiang Qiue took a deep breath, turned her small face away, and said coldly, "Enough, there's no need to belittle me. I can dissolve the Motherhood Branch, but I must tell you the truth, your craving for 'honey' cannot be resolved. It's a poison, the antidote is 'Tears of the Star God of Ten Thousand Insects'."

Xia Feng frowned, it can't be dissolved?

"Where can I find the antidote?"

"The Tears of the Star God of Ten Thousand Insects, also known as Insect Crystal, can neutralize all poisons. It's rare, but to my knowledge, both the Yeli family and Golden Sparrow, these two major powerhouses, have reserves. It's not hard to find."

Hearing this, Xia Feng nodded thoughtfully. It wasn't a one-of-a-kind item, which was a relief.

"If that's the case, I will still be subject to the curse of the Queen Bee for quite a long time," Xia Feng smiled and patted her face, "This makes me doubt your sincerity, Holy Daughter."

Jiang Qiue clenched her teeth, lifted her beautiful eyes, and said solemnly, "I can sign a Guardian Slave Contract..."

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Xia Feng wanted to laugh. Good job, Cha Naixue!

Although he had no idea what these two had been up to behind the scenes, Jiang Qiue's willingness to sign a Guardian Slave Contract was most likely Cha Naixue's masterpiece.

No matter what their future plans were, it was all beneficial and without harm to Xia Feng at the moment, so he naturally agreed.

Then Xia Feng and Jiang Qiue went through the motions for a while. After several doubts, he reluctantly signed the Guardian Slave Contract with Jiang Qiue, pretending to be barely convinced.

The Guardian Slave Contract is divided into Guard Seal and Slave Mark.

Guard Seal: The master controls the life and death of the guarded slave.

Slave Mark: The master not only controls the life and death of the guard slave, but should the guarded slave even harbor a thought of betrayal, the master would sense it and inflict punishments on their body and spirit such as intense pain, convulsions, paralysis, itching, and so on.

Xia Feng stated that he must sign the Slave Mark.

After some hesitation, Jiang Qiue actually agreed to sign the Slave Mark, which surprised Xia Feng. What exactly did Cha Naixue say to Jiang Qiue? Was it so bewitching?

The moment the contract was signed.

Xia Feng could sense the strong will of betrayal from Jiang Qiue, burning vigorously like the blazing sun in the night, fiercely intense.

"Ugh—!" Jiang Qiue's eyes bulged as she clutched her abdomen and curled up, her thighs tightly pressed together, clearly suffering from a terrifying punishment that she couldn't bear.

She quickly collected her thoughts and soon sat up straight, regaining her composed and tranquil demeanor.

But the subconscious will to betray could not be suppressed, and her lower abdomen still felt unbearably itchy and numbing, although fortunately, she could endure it, so as not to embarrass herself in front of others.

Xia Feng, of course, also sensed Jiang Qiue's persistent thoughts of betrayal, flickering in and out, but he said nothing.

After all, now, with the Blood Spirit Mechanism controlling Jiang Qiue's body, and the Guardian Slave Contract controlling her senses and life and death.

He had truly taken the Holy Daughter entirely under his control.

Ready for him to mold as he pleased!