I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

The two Holy Daughters looked at each other unconsciously, as if simultaneously thinking of an indescribable scene. With cold eyes, they turned their little faces away, ignoring Mu Qingtong's suggestion.

Xia Feng didn't notice the eye contact among the three women because he was contemplating a question.

"Cha Naixue, tell me, why do you believe Leng Xiu is the possessor of the Spiritual Artifact of Nailuo?"

"When the possessors of Nailuo's Spiritual Artifact are a certain distance apart, they can sense each other's presence."

Cha Naixue snapped back to reality and explained, "Leng Xiu indeed carries Nailuo's aura."

So this is how it is... Xia Feng couldn't help but frown. However, after he successfully replicated Leng Xiu's Spiritual Artifact, Blood Breath Mark, he found that this artifact didn't require the Power of Faith to operate.

This indicates that Leng Xiu is not the possessor of Nailuo.

Thus... it's highly possible that another life form is hidden within Leng Xiu, and this entity is the actual holder of Nailuo's Spiritual Artifact, but due to some reason, it was not detected by Xia Feng's Mind Domain.

This is why Cha Naixue made a misjudgment.

"Boom—"

A thumping sound came from outside the safe house; Leng Xiu was bored kicking the shell of the safe house with his foot.

"Hey, you two Black Moon sows inside."

"Honestly, with so many people inside the Black Moon wanting you dead, you might as well let me suck some of your blood peacefully rather than be killed by your own people."

Leng Xiu smirked, revealing his vampire fangs, lightly licking his upper lip, hands in his pockets as he lazily twisted his neck, "Who knows, if I'm in a good mood, I might take you as my blood slaves and spare you two."

Cha Naixue frowned and was about to speak when Xia Feng gently pressed her slender shoulder and stepped forward to her side, looking upward: "From your words, it seems you know quite a bit about the insider dealings of the Black Moon Court?"

Leng Xiu could only vaguely see the spiritual pressure reactions within the safe house.

Among the four clusters of light, when the sole male spoke, both Holy Daughters seemed obediently silent, standing behind the man.

"Interesting, kid, who are you then, and what is your relationship with these two Black Moon sows?"

"I am your father," Xia Feng rolled his eyes uninhibitedly.

The vampire man's smile tightened, truly asking for death.

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in his pupils, as he sighed, "Kid, savor it well, your time is running out."

"Buzz——"

At that moment, the buzz of spatial waves suddenly intensified.

Both the four people inside the safe house and the Angels present became instantly solemn, looking upwards.

An Ji Saint Shepherd has arrived!

According to the rules of the Black Moon Church, a Holy Daughter who fails to meet the S-Class Spiritual Clothes training standard within a specified time will be stripped of the Holy Daughter title.

However, since they were once Holy Daughters eligible to learn S-Class Spiritual Clothes, their spiritual cultivation talent is actually not low. As long as there are no accidents, given enough time, ranging from hundreds to thousands of years, most can successfully ascend to the Fourth Realm of Venerable, even the Holy Realm.

Once ascended to the Fourth Venerate Realm, candidates can be nominated for the position of the Three Saints.

From Xia Feng's limited knowledge of the history of the Black Moon Church, An Ji Saint Shepherd was once a beautiful Black Moon Saintess, widely admired during an era a thousand years ago.

But now....

A granny wearing a gray-white robe appears, sparse gray-white hair floating out the robe edge, her face wrinkled and speckled with dark spots, light blue eyes muddied with gray, aged to the point of slight ugliness.

Yet, the Holy Cross glowing on the robe's hood adds a touch of sanctity.

She wields a mysterious black-gold scepter in her hand, with a crescent moon at its tip.

With a clang, she taps the scepter on the ground, descending lightly in the middle of the officiating platform, looking down at everyone below with murky eyes.

Sweeping casually, her gaze directly locks onto the safe house, seeming to see everything inside. A slight astonishment passes through her dull pupils.

Notice her gaze, Burning City speaks coldly: "Technically, it's my gain from Burning Heaven's accident, but considering the Holy Shepherd's face, I can let Jiang Qiue go. But the other three must die."

An Ji's murky old eyes remain calm, showing no emotions, she shakes her head in a hoarse voice: "No need, the fewer people know about our transaction, the better."

This not only surprises the Burning Heaven Disciples but also Xia Feng, who looks towards Jiang Qiue questioningly: "Isn't An Ji your mentor? So ruthless?"

The woman in the green dress shakes her head, "I'm different from the other Holy Daughters, Cha Naixue entered Black Moon and was raised by Miao Master, receiving five years of careful guidance.

Olivia and the deceased Yulina were also personally guided by Moluo.

But when I joined Black Moon, An Ji Saint Shepherd had been in retreat for hundreds of years, only seeing me twice throughout. Because of this, An Ji Saint Shepherd never realized I was once the Nine-tailed Star God, saving quite some trouble."

So that's how it is, Xia Feng nods, realizing that the mentor-student relation between An Ji Saint Shepherd and Jiang Qiue is merely nominal; they do not know each other at all.

There was neither the nurturing grace like Miao Master and Cha Naixue nor the teaching grace like Moluo and Olivia.

Thus to An Ji, a cheap disciple dying means nothing much.

"Boom boom —" An Ji raises the Black Moon Scepter, knocking on the stone slab: "Did you bring the Divine Faith Fruit?"

"Naturally."

Leng Xiu raises the back of his hand with a grin, scarlet eyes squinting, "But Holy Shepherd, before the transaction, forgive my impudence in asking, why did you really defect from Black Moon?"

The old white-robed woman glances disdainfully at the blood ghost, seemingly not rushed, remains silent for a moment, then looks out the window at the lonely cold moon, the aged voice sinking:

"The previous Holy Shepherd, Heather, was ambushed and killed by Moluo Saint Shepherd who coveted the Fourth Spark after discovering it. However, the Fourth Spark was not obtained by Moluo Saint Shepherd and remains missing to this day."

"Heather?" Xia Feng looks puzzled at Cha Naixue.

"An Ji Saint Shepherd's sister," Cha Naixue whispers an explanation, "A thousand years ago she traveled with Moluo Saint Shepherd to Qitian Sacred Mountain, and after two months, only Moluo returned to the General Court, claiming Heather was attacked and killed by the Evil Clan."

So that's it, Xia Feng nods, feeling he's pieced together a rough guess that after discovering the truth, An Ji Saint Shepherd meticulously planned an assassination to avenge Moluo, failing, and thus fled, taking the Sumeru King Order.

"Thank you, Holy Shepherd, for your answer." Leng Xiu smiles politely, pressing a hand to his chest, "As for the eventual whereabouts of the Spark you wish to know....."

"Based on the intelligence we have been able to gather at Burning Heaven, the Fourth Spark has been secretly held by the Tushan Tea Family of District 50."

"However, ten years ago, after the Tushan Tea Family was annihilated in one night by a mysterious figure, the Fourth Spark vanished once more."

"Oh right." Leng Xiu seems to recall something, lightly chuckles while glancing at the safe house, "Saintess Cha Naixue appears to be the sole survivor of the Tushan Tea Family."

The words are eerie.

Inside the house, Cha Naixue and Xia Feng lift their eyes abruptly, their pupils shrinking together.