I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

Leng Xiu's words made Xia Feng's nerves twitch, subconsciously raising his hand to press his temple, his mind starting to blur.

Ring~

However, with a crisp ringing sound, a faint flame suddenly lit up in the depths of his soul's darkness, and his headache quickly subsided, the strange discomfort fading away.

What's happening to me? Xia Feng wondered, introspecting his soul, quickly realizing the problem.

It's the memory.

He had just vaguely tried to recall memories from ages 12 to 14, but they quickly faded away.

Thinking of this, Xia Feng looked at Cha Naixue.

He saw Cha Naixue's face turn pale, her expression dazed, murmuring as if in a trance: "I remember...."

"Remember what?" Xia Feng squinted his dark eyes lightly, vaguely remembering that from 12 to 14, he and Cha Naixue had a good relationship, often playing together.

But now, while he remembered other memories, those three years were just a blur. Even more so, he didn't even remember such an important event as the massacre of the Cha Family?

Cha Naixue looked up blankly, fixing her gaze on Xia Feng: "My true purpose for entering the Black Moon Church was to investigate the truth behind the family's massacre years ago. But for some reason, I forgot this initial intention."

All these years, she only remembered she had to keep improving her strength, advancing her position in the Black Moon Church, which quietly became her obsession, yet she never quite reconsidered why she had this obsession.

Now, hearing the conversation between the angel envoy and An Ji Saint Shepherd outside, those fuzzy parts of her memory became clear again.

"So, do you mean that the Cha Family was massacred by the Black Moon Church?" Xia Feng asked suspiciously.

"I vaguely remember there's a connection, but I can't recall the exact details of that night." Cha Naixue shook her head, frowning tightly, "It seems my memory has been tampered with...."

Xia Feng glanced at her unpleasantly pale face, patted her shoulder, remaining silent without asking further, just frowning deeply, lost in thought.

It seems that childhood memories indeed hide many secrets.

Perhaps starting with the Cha Family massacre case could uncover the truth behind his memory loss.

On the outside, An Ji Saint Shepherd was somewhat surprised by Leng Xiu's words, his turbid eyes sharply fixing on the safe house, flickering with dangerous cold light.

Cha Naixue regained her composure, her purple eyes lifting lightly: "I can tell you the exact whereabouts of the Fire Seed, but in exchange, An Ji Saint Shepherd, you need to rescue all four of us."

An Ji squinted his eyes lightly, remaining silent, only glancing towards the other three Angel Envoys.

Leng Xiu shook his head with a smile, "I previously promised to help Holy Shepherd escape Black Moon City and will keep my word. After leaving Black Moon City, we will break this turtle-shell seal together, and Holy Shepherd can search Cha Naixue's soul memory as you please."

Saying this, he glanced at the safe house with his Blood Eyes, "Just leave her and the other three's wonderful bodies to us."

Seeing the Burning Heaven Disciples cooperate so well, the gray-robed old woman nodded in satisfaction, grinning, but her wrinkled, black-spotted, dry face matched with the slightly dim light made her smile inexplicably eerie.

With a flip of her palm, an auric token floated out of her hand.

It was the Sumeru Token.

Unlike Xia Feng's Black King Token, this token was shimmering with a divine red glow, glaringly abnormal.

Burning City's golden eyes instantly locked onto the item, with a brilliance flickering at the bottom of his eyes, seemingly evaluating its authenticity.

Shortly after, he nodded, looking at Leng Xiu, indicating there was no problem, and signaled to bring out the Divine Faith Fruit.

Leng Xiu smirked, raising his hand, with the cross on the back of it flickering.

At the same time, Xia Feng's right hand also clenched lightly, and as the cross on his hand glowed, a whitish gold fruit shaped like a mango appeared out of thin air, landing in his palm.

The runes of flaming red swirled on its skin, its awe-inspiring divine aura pounced directly on Xia Feng's face.

The Divine Faith Fruit!

But Xia Feng didn't have time to observe it more, throwing it into Nash Space to hide it with a flip of his hand.

Outside, Leng Xiu glanced suspiciously at his own hand, focusing once more, with blood light surging up!

Yet nothing emerged.

He swallowed his saliva secretly, refusing to believe it, and clenched his fist fiercely, muttering, "Appear!"

After two silent seconds.

A faint sheen of sweat emerged on his forehead, his originally pale face turning even paler, he raised his gaze to meet An Ji Saint Shepherd's indifferent cloudy eyes, silently withdrawing his gaze.

Once more, he activated the Spiritual Artifact·Blood Breath Mark!

....Futile, useless!

"Dong——" The Black Moon Scepter gently tapped the floor tiles, and the gray-robed old woman hobbled down from the presiding platform, though her steps were faltering, each step swept a terrifying aura.

Frightening everyone present out of their wits.

Burning City stepped forward, blocking the oncoming Holy Realm pressure, tilting his head coldly watching Blood Ghost.

Leng Xiu was no longer in his previous lazy posture, his brows heavy with doubt, observing everyone around to probe, "Everyone, if I say, the Divine Faith Fruit suddenly disappeared from my Spiritual Artifact, would you believe it?"

"....."

"....."

An Ji Saint Shepherd's face was as calm as still water.

Burning City's majestic gold eyes flickered with murderous intent, the roaring sound of molten lava boomed, shaking the space: "Blood Ghost, you better be joking with me!"

The reticent Ji Ying didn't have facial features, but the silhouette under the gray robe flickered, seemingly with emotional fluctuations.

"Hey, Burning Heaven Disciple there, you're not swallowing the Divine Faith Fruit for yourself, are you?" Inside the safe house, Xia Feng's cheeky comment came out, "I must say, even though your strength is the weakest among these people, your guts are surely the biggest."

The three women glanced silently at Xia Feng standing at the forefront with hands clasped, a look of indifference while he mocked, pursing their lips as if wanting to laugh.

Although they had several times seen Xia Feng copying or even robbing others' Spiritual Artifacts, each time it was still astonishing to see Xia Feng's overpowering Spiritual Artifact ability.

Hearing Xia Feng's taunt, Leng Xiu's face became even less pleasant, gnashing his back molars nearly to powder, also failing to figure out what had happened.

Clearly, when he checked the storage in his Spiritual Artifact ten seconds ago, the Divine Faith Fruit was still there.

But in the blink of an eye, how did it suddenly disappear!

It was like seeing a ghost!

"Blood Ghost, this is your Spiritual Artifact!" Burning City's eyes could no longer hide the murderous intent, "Could anyone else possibly steal something from your Spiritual Artifact!"

Steal something?

Indeed, there was definitely a thief! Leng Xiu sharply cast his fierce gaze towards the safe house, "It's you! One of you people did something to me!"

The world's Spiritual Artifacts were strange and varied, though he didn't quite believe it, there might actually exist bizarre Spiritual Artifacts capable of stealing others' stored items?

And the only ones on site with this motive were the four in the safe house!

It had to be them—

"Boom!!" Yet before Leng Xiu could say more, a terrifying Spiritual Pressure slammed the entire Church Court half an inch into the ground, countless cracks splitting the surface.

"Huh~" An eerie strange laugh spilled from the throat of the gray-robed old woman,

Her aged face hidden in the dark, eerily abnormal, her cloudy eyes gradually turning Scarlet, her demeanor growing crazy!