I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 391 - 366. Do you think Mu Qingtong dares to come in to save you?

Xia Feng had no intention of going back to find Gong Changyi.

Are you kidding me? Now that he had escaped, only a fool would walk straight back into the trap.

However, what he didn't expect was this.

As he fled northward, a woman's ethereal and light laughter echoed in his heart, "My dear brother, where do you think you're running off to?"

With those words, Xia Feng's limbs unexpectedly began to move on their own, turning him around to sprint back the way he came.

Startled, he quickly checked himself and discovered that at some point, a strange curse had been placed on him.

After thinking for a moment, Xia Feng realized the truth.

It was the curse given to him by the Holy Light column when he entered it to have a secret talk with Gong Changyi.

No wonder Gong Changyi had him enter the column; she was waiting here for me.

Xia Feng sighed. Soon, under Gong Changyi's control, his limbs quickly moved, and he found himself back in front of the Holy Light column.

By now, Ye Lin and the followers of the Burning Heaven Sect had dispersed to clean up the aftermath throughout the city.

The Golden-skirted Goddess stood barefooted, her eyes closed and her face overflowing with a maternal radiance; the divine halo floated behind her, suspended in the air before the column.

As Xia Feng returned, she slowly lifted her divine eyes, her lazy and gentle smile revealing the corners of her moon-shaped eyes, and she sighed, "Little Feng, you've been naughty again."

Her voice was very gentle, yet Xia Feng felt a tightening in his heart. From his childhood memories and experience, this was a sign that Sister Yi was about to get angry.

Without a choice, for he was under her roof, he had to bow his head.

He quickly raised four fingers and said, "I won't dare to do it again."

Gong Changyi nodded lightly, her eyes warm but with a hint of confusion, "The method you used against Che Taixian just now, was that a Spiritual Artifact ability?"

Her gaze couldn't reach the entire city, but she could focus on a particular area, clearly seeing every scene there.

That's why she saw every detail of Xia Feng's battle with Che Taixian, and was quite surprised.

No, not just surprised; she was very surprised!

She couldn't believe that Little Feng had so many trump cards up his sleeve.

Only Fourth Rank, yet he managed to kill someone at the True Martial Peak.

This was unprecedented, not just through the entire river of history but also in the whole world history as she knew it.

She had been prepared, in case Xia Feng's boasting fell through and he couldn't overcome Che Taixian, she would have damaged her own essence to forcibly rescue Xia Feng.

Especially when Xia Feng was ambushed and "killed", she almost took action herself.

But unexpectedly, this little brother had a never-ending stream of tactics.

Watching the Golden-skirted Goddess' gentle and curious eyes blink at him, waiting for an answer,

Xia Feng pursed his lips and nodded, "Yes, it's my Spiritual Artifact, the Spiritual Unsealing and Holy Release abilities. I asked you for the Yao Stone previously to achieve Holy Release."

He didn't hide anything from her and laid it all out.

Although Gong Changyi harbored ill intentions towards him, desiring both his Star Position and to consume him to have him serve as her deputy,

Apart from that, Xia Feng believed that for other matters, Gong Changyi would not harm him.

So there was no need to hide anything.

Of course, he couldn't really hide anything anyway.

Sister Yi, having seen his combat, could naturally guess quite accurately.

"Discarding the false to keep the true, the Mind Domain, Blessing Domain..." Gong Changyi mused, her eyes becoming more and more radiant, glistening as she did so.

Her eyes curved into a smile as she satisfactorily ruffled Xia Feng's hair, "Not bad at all, Little Feng. It seems you really have grown up, able to stand on your own."

"..." Xia Feng frowned slightly and brushed away her hand uncomfortably.

The Golden-skirted Goddess continued to raise her other hand, ruffling his hair and smiling, "And it looks like you quite agree with sister's philosophy. Even your Spiritual Artifact is so similar to your sister's."

The essence of life, as he always remembered, lay in the constant loss by others—Xia Feng would never forget this sentence.

His dark pupils flickered with curiosity, "So Sister Yi, what is your Spiritual Artifact's ability?"

"Secret." The Golden-skirted Goddess smiled faintly.

"....No, really, Sister Yi, I already told you my Spiritual Artifact's ability!"

Gong Changyi hooked his chin with her slender finger, "S-rank Spiritual Artifacts all have their bizarre functions and cunning activation conditions. How can I know if your copying ability can or cannot copy 'Divine Authority,' and whether the trigger condition would be 'knowing the target Spiritual Artifact's ability' or perhaps 'personally hearing the other party describe their Spiritual Artifact's ability'?"

"..."

You sure think a lot...

Xia Feng blinked innocently, a picture of purity and innocence, "But Sister Yi, wouldn't it be good for me to copy your Spiritual Artifact?"

"Of course, it would be good."

The Golden-skirted Goddess gently stroked his cheek with her soft, fine fingers, inadvertently sliding over his thin lips, whispering softly, "But all this is on the premise that you officially become the Saint Heir to my palace~"

Xia Feng pursed his lips, sighed, and seemed to accept his fate, "Alright then."

—Foolish Gong Changyi, my Spiritual Artifact is not just an S-rank that simple!

—Once I've completely accomplished the Holy Release, I'll steal your Divine Authority!

After completing the second stage of the Holy Release, Xia Feng received further information.

The Divine Mirror Platform could not only copy Spiritual Artifacts but also Divine Authority.

After all, as 'solidified Spirit Artifacts,' Divine Authority, before becoming godly, was also a Spiritual Artifact, naturally copyable.

However, it would only be possible after completing the Third Rank of the Holy Release.

"Well then, it's time for us to talk about another matter."

The Golden-skirted Goddess suddenly turned her head to look into the distance, a cold glint passing through her gentle eyes.

"Come out, Mu Qingtong; I know you are there."

Xia Feng was startled, his expression shifted, and he looked in the direction of the voice with the Eye of Decompilation.

About fifteen hundred meters away, on the rooftop of a building, there emerged the figure of a person in a black robe.

The black robe fluttered in the wind, and the Q-shaped mask on the face shone with a sinister blood-colored light under the moonlight.

Beneath the mask, the hidden woman's beautiful eyes calmly met those of the Golden-skirted Goddess from a kilometer away.

Xia Feng tensed up, damn it, what's going on with Miss Mu! Doesn't she know how dangerous this place is!

Eternal Day cannot act beyond a kilometer radius of the Holy Light Pillar; Miss Mu is still within the safe area, beyond the reach of Eternal Day.

But who knows whether Gong Changyi would have any other hidden moves.

If so, Miss Mu could be in danger.

"Mu Qingtong, from District 51 of the Taicang Mu family, although just a fallen noble's daughter, has become a household name in the Empire for participating in the 'Spiritual Song Contest.'"

The Golden-skirted Goddess spoke with a gentle, light voice, "And she is your fiancée, isn't she, Little Feng?"

Xia Feng: "..."

Gong Changyi remembered clearly; she had clashed with Mu Qingtong once.

Half a year ago, when she found Little Feng through the Blood Eye Mask, she planned to use the Blood Eye Mask to invade Little Feng's consciousness but was repelled by a woman's stern 'scram'.

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It turned out to be this ordinary-sounding Miss Mu.

But it seems she's not so ordinary after all, at least possessing a very powerful Spiritual Artifact.

As for Mu Qingtong's pretty face, which the citizens of the Empire adored and obsessed over, Gong Changyi felt it was just that—nothing special.

"Knowing the danger but still coming here, it seems she wants to save you~"

Xia Feng suddenly felt his broad back soften as an alluring curve pressed up against it convincingly.

As his dark pupils contracted slightly, the Golden-skirted Goddess's long slender hand firmly clutched his chin upward.

A cold yet smooth beautiful face leaned against his cheek; her beautiful eyes curved lightly, gently locking eyes with Mu Qingtong in the distance, while her soft fingers rested on his chest.

"My dear brother, tell me, do you think your fiancée would dare come in to rescue you?"