Chapter 114 Miss Mu's Private Chamber
In the silent hall, black pupils and golden eyes stared at each other without a word.
Mu Qingtong ignored Xia Feng's verbal provocation and smiled faintly. "Follow me."
Xia Feng trailed behind the woman in the black dress as they boarded a high-tech floating car. The vehicle weaved between towering buildings like a specter before arriving at the bustling Pulin Avenue.
To Xia Feng's surprise, the floating car entered a discreet yet opulent forest villa.
His eye twitched slightly as he took in the garage filled with twenty identical black Ghost floating cars. Does this witch really love this model that much?
But there might be another explanation—perhaps Mu Qingtong's cars were frequently destroyed, prompting her to buy so many replacements at once.
"Stay close. Don't take a wrong step."
After leaving the garage, Xia Feng followed the woman in black closely. His sharp eyes noted that the seemingly ordinary garage, garden, and swimming pool concealed military-grade spirit weapons and traps at every turn.
Is this her lair? A flicker of hesitation passed through him. Is it really safe to follow the Witch of World Destruction inside?
But then again—he was already here. Xia Feng shook his head. What's there to fear from a mere Witch of World Destruction?
After a few turns, they stopped before a dark door.
Xia Feng stood outside, peering into the inky blackness beyond.
The walls of the room appeared specially reinforced, even embedded with several pieces of Infinite Stone to form a small barrier.
After a brief assessment, he estimated the room was a secure vault—completely enclosed, soundproof, and capable of withstanding hundreds of attacks from B-rank spirit armor.
Xia Feng frowned at the hellish-looking door and hesitated.
Then, the woman behind him leaned in, her red lips brushing his ear as her soft voice teased, "Is Mr. Xia actually… afraid?"
"Heh." Xia Feng tilted his head, casting a glance at her cold, beautiful face. "Miss Mu, I was just thinking—should I spank your left cheek first, or your right?"
With a roguish smirk, he strode inside.
Still thinking of spanking me? The woman in black smiled faintly, following him in before gently shutting the door.
The lock clicked several times, followed by a prolonged beep.
A mechanical female voice echoed from the sleek, high-tech silver door: "Activating full containment mode for the safe room."
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Xia Feng fought the urge to swallow hard. No way I'm letting this infuriating woman see me nervous!
Frowning, he scanned the pitch-black, airtight room. There was no ventilation system, and the air felt stifling.
"Why not turn on the lights?" he asked.
"What's wrong, Mr. Xia? Scared of the dark?"
The woman's voice drifted from the shadows, laced with faint amusement—and something else. Excitement?
Xia Feng's eyelid twitched. What the hell is this witch planning? Is she really this thrilled about a fight?!
"Let's get to the rules. We're not beating each other to death, right?" he said coolly.
"Simple. Knock the other unconscious, or force them to beg for mercy and admit defeat."
Mu Qingtong's tone was calm. "Don't worry. This place has full medical facilities. Even if your brain gets severed, as long as your heart's intact, you'll recover completely."
"Good. I was genuinely worried I might accidentally kill you," Xia Feng mocked.
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Too much. Mu Qingtong narrowed her eyes, done with words. Coldly, she declared, "The die is cast. The game begins!"
With that, she tossed the glowing die in her hand into the air.
Xia Feng's expression sobered, his focus sharpening.
In the sealed silence, the die's landing rang out with unnatural clarity. Xia Feng's pupils dilated—just as he prepared to move, his body locked up abruptly.
The dark pupils shattered instantly, then reformed into a faint golden symbol that rotated slowly clockwise within his eye sockets.
"Such feeble mental power, Mr. Xia. I'm genuinely curious—where does your confidence come from?" The woman in the black dress spoke softly, a contemptuous smile playing at the corner of her lips as she stepped toward the dazed man.
Yet after only two steps, her slender brows furrowed.
Buzz—
A blood-red ※ symbol on the back of Xia Feng's hand suddenly flared to life.
A slender Ancient Warblade materialized before him, its crimson spiritual energy rippling outward to form a blood-red domain that engulfed the entire room.
Mu Qingtong swept her gaze around but found nothing amiss.
Shaking her head, she lunged at Xia Feng, lightning crackling beneath her feet.
But the moment she leaped into the air, her eyes flew wide. Her body locked up mid-motion, then plummeted to the ground. Her nervous system had inexplicably gone haywire—spinal connections in her neck misfiring, leaving her instantly paralyzed.
Even more absurd, her normally stable spiritual substructure had coincidentally clogged and destabilized, cutting off her spiritual pressure output entirely!
Fortunately, the spirit weapon required so little spiritual pressure that the disruption was negligible.
So this is the princess's ability?Interesting. Mu Qingtong lifted her gaze with intrigue, studying Xia Feng in the darkness.
Xia Feng, like her, had collapsed to the ground, his body spasming intermittently—clearly, his nervous system was just as scrambled.
But what happened next made her brow tense sharply.
The hovering Ancient Warblade pivoted midair—then plunged downward, aiming straight for her throat!
"Fei."
At Mu Qingtong's call, a crimson pattern ignited between her brows. A petite maid with rose-red hair manifested behind her, slipping her small hands beneath Mu Qingtong's arms to hoist her aloft. They retreated swiftly through the air as the blade carved a vicious red arc through the space they'd just occupied.
Strangely, the maid seemed utterly unaffected by the misfortune plaguing the others. Her movements were fluid, effortlessly evading the Ancient Warblade's relentless strikes with Mu Qingtong in tow.
The blade, lacking speed as its primary strength, soon abandoned pursuit. Instead, it wheeled—and drove straight into Xia Feng's chest!
Xia Feng convulsed several times before his life force guttered out.
Watching this, the maid's eyes darted warily. She knew masters like him were unpredictable, often wielding spirit weapons that resurrected them stronger after death.
Xia Feng, finally free of his paralysis, didn't immediately exit the invincible state of Nirvana. Instead, he observed the battlefield from a detached, godlike perspective.
He recognized the crimson-haired maid. During his third encounter with Mu Qingtong in the car, this maid had been the driver—and was suspected of possessing lie-detection abilities.
He'd assumed "Fei" was merely a trusted subordinate. Now, it was clear she was an entity akin to the princess.
Then again, Mu Qingtong's arrogance is legendary—she views humans as ants. Why would she tolerate a mere maid shadowing her unless… this maid is part of her power?
Nirvana's invincibility lasted fifteen seconds. Xia Feng bided his time, scrutinizing the fight for an opening, waiting for the maid to slip up.
Then, abruptly, he realized something:
This maid… is she a spirit?
(End of this chapter)