I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

Xia Feng didn't hesitate, preparing to activate the Mind Domain.

After Cha Naixue offered 101 Yao Stones, he now had three activations of the Mind Domain.

So there's no need to be too frugal.

After all, if the stones are used up, they can be obtained again.

But if this Divine Faith Fruit slips away, there might not be another chance to encounter it.

Moreover...

Apart from the Light Disciple, the three angels present are all strong, and who knows, one might possess an impressive Spiritual Artifact.

However, what troubled Xia Feng was that the pale-skinned vampire was some distance away, crouching at the edge of the leaded glass dome fifty meters away from the safe house.

Xia Feng pondered for a moment, crouched down, and placed his hand on the floor of the safe house.

The ground outside the safe house instantly bloomed into a sea of flowers made of arms, enveloping the safe house and forcefully hurling it toward the doorway!

Swoosh—

But before it reached mid-air, the vampire in elegant black clothes appeared above the elliptical house, his hands in pockets, long boots shooting an air cannon to stomp down the elliptical house with a boom!

A deep pit appeared in the center of the Church Court, smoke billowing.

Leng Xiu, hands in pockets, looked down at the turtle shell under his boots, casually kicked it, shook his head with a mocking laugh, "What a fool, now that you're running, where can you run to?"

[Mind Domain Activated—]

[Copy Successful—]

[B-level Spiritual Artifact: Blood Breath Mark]

[Universal Blood Breath: You can convert your own blood into 'universal blood breath', under which any Spiritual Fruit seed will mature in your care.]

[Note 1: You can only cultivate one Spiritual Fruit at a time]

[Note 2: The higher your blood rank, the faster the Spiritual Fruit matures.]

[Currently Matured: Divine Faith Fruit*1]

[Currently Cultivating: Spirit-injecting Fruit (0.001%)]

[Your Blood Rank: SS—]

Goodness, I can really cultivate Spiritual Fruits! Xia Feng was delighted; even though the artifact wasn't high-level, its function satisfied him greatly.

[Optimize—]

[Optimization Successful!]

[B: Blood Breath Mark (Optimized Version)]

[↑: You can only cultivate one Spiritual Fruit at a time → The number of Spiritual Fruits you can cultivate simultaneously depends on your spiritual power; the higher your spiritual power, the more Spiritual Fruits you can cultivate at the same time.]

[Currently can cultivate simultaneously: 3 pieces]

Just entering the Wise Man Level of spiritual power only allows for three at once, Xia Feng mused, intrigued about how many more he could cultivate simultaneously with Miss Mu's spiritual power.

In contemplation, he didn't immediately choose to take out the Divine Faith Fruit from the Blood Breath Mark, as doing so now might trigger Leng Xiu's vigilance and suspicion.

As for when to take it out.

Xia Feng's black eyes narrowed slightly, having already come up with a strategy in his heart; perhaps he could use this Divine Faith Fruit to escape alive!

[Copy Successful—]

[B: Deceitful Shadow Robe]

[Copy Successful—]

[B: Mountain Armour]

What disappointed Xia Feng was that the Spiritual Artifacts of Ji Ying and Burning City weren't A-level.

Looking up at the sky, the Light Disciple's whereabouts were unknown, and the Mind Domain didn't detect his presence.

But he strongly suspected that this mysterious angel's artifact might be powerful!

Seeing that he couldn't copy the Light Disciple's artifact, Xia Feng had to temporarily give up.

He lay back down on the sofa, head resting on the armrest, relaxing.

An Ji Saint Shepherd still hadn't come.

The angels outside were very patient in waiting silently.

As these people weren't in a hurry, neither were Xia Feng and his group of four.

Mu Qingtong leaned against the sofa, a heavy book placed over her crossed legs on a black dress, lazily propping her chin and quietly reading with lowered eyes.

Cha Naixue stood behind the black-dress woman, hands on her delicate shoulders, gently massaging, a sweet smile on her face, showing no displeasure or resistance.

She seemed to have adapted to her role as Mu Qingtong's maid.

Xia Feng glanced at the indulging Miss Mu, then looked forward to the green-dress woman sitting in front of him, spacing out, smiling: "Saintess Qiu E, look at how well Cha Naixue plays her role. What about you?"

Jiang Qiue snapped back without expression, "??"

Seeing Xia Feng's annoying smile as he stared at her silently, her back teeth clenched slightly; although now merely Black Moon Saintess, she had once been the Nine-tailed Star God; when had she ever served mere mortals?!

"Sigh, my head hurts," Xia Feng sighed, voice full of grievances.

"....." Jiang Qiue frowned at the annoying face before her, subconsciously catching a glimpse of its thin lips moving, her heart skipped a beat, and she squeezed her legs underneath her ethereal green dress.

"Just lay your head here, I'll massage it," she pursed her lips, directly placing Xia Feng's head onto her lap's center.

Before Xia Feng could react, he felt the deep softness under his head; above, an ethereal beauty watched him with indifferent eyes.

Wait, I was just saying, you actually are doing it? Xia Feng was merely bantering.

The protruding summits of the mountains pressed down, entirely obscuring his view of the woman's glittering eyes. Her soft fingers gently pressed around his temples, and she asked in a soothing voice, "Is this pressure alright?"

Xia Feng's gaze turned blank, staring at the green skirt fabric near his lips and nose. In this intimate moment, the honeyed breath released the Queen Bee Curse within his throat, eyes blurring, mindlessly opening and lifting his neck....

"Mr. Xia, do you treat me as nonexistent?"

The cool voice was like a curved blade, cold light flashing, resting at Xia Feng's neck.

Xia Feng's distracted eyes focused, snapping back to reality, his head falling back to the lap.

The black-skirt woman closed her book, her golden eyes calmly gazing at the unruly Fox Saintess.

Though Jiang Qiue's aura was out of this world, consistently sitting gracefully, her ethereal beauty gaze remains indifferent, as if nothing involved her.

Regarding such near-provocative recklessness, Mu Qingtong wasn't overly angry; instead, she smirked with curiosity, her lips curling slightly, and then casually allowed the ceremony with a wave of her hand.

Suddenly, a memory image filled with tantalizing sounds appeared over the coffee table.

It was of a man and two women reclining on a sofa.

Xia Feng and two Mu Qingtongs!

The sudden emergence of the image made Xia Feng stiffly turn his head, the two saints' eyes gradually widening, lips slightly parted, with somewhat dazed expressions.

In the scene, Xia Feng's hands are locked, raised over the sofa; he occasionally kicks the table, trying to stop and escape, but his body is entirely out of his control, undulating like waves between the two silver-haired witches...

Completely submerged in despair's hell, his eyes roll back, cheeks sweating and spasming, blushing with burning ears, even his muffled groans are blocked so he can't call for help, relentlessly tortured by the two witches, succumbing to a sea of sins, unable to control himself...

"Mu Qingtong! Are you insane!"

Xia Feng couldn't maintain his composure, leaping up and slapping the memory image away.

But Cha Naixue and Jiang Qiue were already looking back in a daze, their eyes holding a strange look.

Cha Naixue never imagined... How arrogantly untouchable Xia Feng appeared, despising and scorning her daily, yet in private, he was so wild....

And subjected to such treatment by Mu Qingtong without resistance!

Truly.... Truly base!

Xia Feng: "!!!"