Chapter 113 Miss Mu Wants to Be Pin Down by Mr. Xia
The back seat of the dimly lit car was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The man's gentle tone echoed in Cha Naxue's ears like the whisper of a devil, sending tingling tremors through her neck, waist, and hips. An electric current seemed to run through her body, making her shoulders shiver uncontrollably.
Become Xiao Feng's guardian knight—or more accurately, his slave.
Cha Naxue's lilac pupils wavered in confusion, her breath hitching. Before she could react, Xia Feng had already leaned back against the leather seat, his expression calm.
Under the faint light, his dark eyes gazed down at her as he reached out his hand.
Dazed, Cha Naxue instinctively lowered her head, allowing Xia Feng's palm to rest gently on top of it.
But the moment his large hand pressed against her, she suddenly jolted awake, her purple pupils dilating in shock. What am I doing?!
As the thought struck her, the blue glow of the Moon Goddess's Tears pendant around her neck caught her eye. Memories of the life-saving reward from the Peach Organization—a power capable of slaying gods—flashed through her mind.
Xia Feng clearly had deep ties to the Peach Organization. If she wanted their help, he was the key.
But to be controlled like this, reduced to a slave? She was the Holy Maiden of the Black Moon Church! How could she allow herself to be enslaved?
Three seconds. A cold voice sounded from above.
Cha Naxue's heart clenched. She bit her lips hard, never imagining she would face such humiliation.
She had betrayed Xia Feng—of course he wouldn't trust her. But to become a slave?
Two.
How could she accept this?
One.
"Master…" Her voice was barely a whisper, her face burning with shame as the word slipped past her tightly pressed lips.
At the same time, crimson runes surged across her skin like a flock of returning birds, all converging at her abdomen. There, a red heart-wing mark formed before fading from sight.
The Slave-Keeping Contract came in two forms: the Guardian Seal and the Slave Seal. The Guardian Seal was temporary, its effects weaker, marked upon the forehead. The Slave Seal, however, was permanent—absolute bondage—its mark branded on the abdomen.
The Black Moon Church's guardian knights typically bore only the Guardian Seal. Yet Xia Feng had demanded the Slave Seal.
"Why the Slave Seal?" Xia Feng glanced at the pale "snow" mark on his palm, then at Cha Naxue in surprise.
"…What?" Cha Naxue's head snapped up, her lavender eyes wide. Her cheeks flushed scarlet. "You—!"
Before she could finish, both sensed something strange. Their gazes dropped to her abdomen, where the heart-wing mark had reappeared, flickering faintly as if on the verge of dissolving.
Cha Naxue froze, then let out a breathless laugh as she swatted Xia Feng's hand away. "I almost forgot—I have the Moon Goddess's Guardian! Even if I agreed to the contract, it shouldn't be possible!"
Thud.
Xia Feng's heart pulsed once. A wisp of energy escaped him, and the unstable mark abruptly solidified, sinking back into her skin.
Cha Naxue's smile stiffened.
What the—?!
The Moon Goddess's Guardian… had been suppressed?
Xia Feng blinked. He'd heard of the Moon Goddess's Guardian—a safeguard the Black Moon Church used to prevent their quasi-saints from being forcibly bound or mentally controlled.
Yet his Evil Heart's power had easily overwhelmed it, forcing the contract into completion.
He suddenly recalled how Yulina had fallen under Gongsun Ze's control, becoming love-struck without resistance.
Is the Moon Goddess's Guardian just weak… or is the Black Moon Goddess herself a bit useless?
[Slave Contract]
[Contract Master: Xia Feng]
[Slave: Cha Naxue]
[The slave must remain eternally loyal to the master. Any thought of betrayal or action against the master's interests will invoke soul punishment—excruciating pain, convulsions, paralysis, unbearable itching, or even death, at the master's will.]
Xia Feng raised his eyes to Cha Naxue and smiled. "What were you so happy about earlier?"
Cha Naxue said nothing. She felt today was the darkest day of her life.
She couldn't comprehend how Xia Feng had bypassed the Moon Goddess's protection. It was absurd!
Sitting with her hands on her knees, her face expressionless, she refused to acknowledge him.
But Xia Feng hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze as he chuckled. "Sister Naxue, now that we're bound together, you'll need to work hard to reach the highest echelons of the Black Moon Church."
Cha Naxue tilted her slender neck slightly but didn't resist. Her long lashes trembled as her lavender eyes fixed on him with quiet intensity.
"In that case… my respected Master," she said coolly, "if you want me to rise within the Church, shouldn't you cooperate with me in Double Moon cultivation?"
Xia Feng arched a brow. "You're quick to seize opportunities, but no."
"Why?!" Cha Naxue found him utterly unreasonable. Weren't they allies now? How could he refuse her request to cultivate together?
"First," he held up a finger, "while practicing Double Moon with you could help me obtain S-rank Spirit Attire, it would require me to join—and be controlled by—the Black Moon Church. I dislike that idea."
The real reason, of course, was that his innate talent for cultivation was merely average. His rapid mastery of Spirit Attire was solely due to the Evil Heart and Mu Qingtong's guidance. He couldn't possibly synchronize with Cha Naxue.
But he'd never tell her that.
Xia Feng raised a second finger. "Second, I only want to practice Double Moon with Mu Qingtong."
Cha Naxue's eyes flashed with irritation. "So you've truly grown fond of the fiancée I introduced to you."
Xia Feng blinked, then nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed. This might be one of the few decent things you've done, Sister Naxue."
Click.
Without another word, Cha Naxue opened the car door. "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. I wouldn't want to interrupt your romance."
After she left, Xia Feng remained seated. He retrieved Anubis's severed head, examining it for salvageable materials. Even if the Dragon God's destruction had left only a hollow shell, the remains of an Eight-Eyed Evil God had to hold value.
Frowning, he studied the two rows of empty eye sockets in the dim light. Their eerie, gaping voids unsettled him.
He poked one experimentally, then paused. A realization struck him as he pulled the Ring of Anubis from his pocket.
After the battle in the Mija Disaster Realm, he'd swiftly looted the battlefield, recovering the ring from the ritual's epicenter. Though cracked, it might still function.
As he aligned the ring with Anubis's eye sockets, tendrils of gray mist surged from the hollow pupils, spiraling into the ring's fractures. In an instant, the transfer completed.
A flood of knowledge filled his mind:
[Divine Artifact: Anubis's Final Gaze]
[Description: In desperation, the Eight-Eyed Evil God mustered his full power for a suicidal strike against the Supreme Being. Yet his soul returned to the underworld before the energy stored in his eyes could be unleashed.]
[Effect: The Ring of Anubis manifests divine power. Imbued with his last ocular energy, it annihilates any Disaster Realm below the Eight-Eyed tier instantly.]
[Note 1: Single-use consumable.]
[Note 2: Effective solely against Disaster Realms. Invincible during activation.]
"Damn!" Xia Feng grinned. This was insane—a literal nuke against lower-tier Disaster Realms!
He stroked his chin. In other words, any Disaster Realm forged by beasts of one to seven eyes was now trivial. If a Five-Eyed Disaster proved unbeatable, he could simply erase its realm.
Pity it only worked on Disaster Realms, not the beasts themselves, and was one-time use. Still, an incredible windfall.
As he pocketed the ring, Anubis's head dissolved into motes of light, vanishing entirely.
Satisfied, Xia Feng pushed the car door open—
—just as a golden rift split the darkened sky. The tear expanded horizontally, forming a massive portal.
Fifty silver-armored knights rode forth in twin columns, dismounting to kneel before the woman in the snow-white dress. "Holy Maiden," they intoned.
Cha Naxue lowered the hand she'd unconsciously pressed to her abdomen. Beneath her skirt, the mark pulsed faintly, a constant reminder that she was now her childhood friend's slave.
At the gate's threshold, a middle-aged woman in a black nun's habit emerged. Her gaze softened as she studied Cha Naxue. "You're unharmed?"
The Holy Maiden shook her head. "I'm fine, let's go," she said flatly.
As the Black Moon Church departed, Holy Ministry troops arrived to secure the area and tend to the wounded.
"You two again?" Li Sheng stared at Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong, exasperated. "Do you have a radar for danger? Wherever it strikes, there you are."
Xia Feng spread his hands. "What can we do? We were just doing our jobs."
"Fine. Report to the department for debriefing."
Back at the Holy Ministry, their account was straightforward: The enigmatic Peach Organization had uncovered the Burning Heaven Holy Temple's plot to create a god-level Disaster Realm and delivered divine retribution. As for the details? Unknown. After the Spade Man's strange abilities knocked everyone unconscious, they'd awoken to find him holding Anubis's severed head.
Silence gripped the room as Xia Feng finished speaking.
"Damn! An organization that kills gods?!" Bailong blurted out, voice thick with disbelief.
His outburst shattered the tension. Around the conference table, two dozen officials erupted into chatter—some exhilarated, others uneasy.
Thud. Thud.
The Xuanwu Division Chief finally rapped his knuckles against the table. "I severely underestimated the Peach Organization," he said gravely. "This matter exceeds our jurisdiction. Li Sheng, compile the records and forward them directly to Atrium Headquarters."
"Yes, sir!"
As Li Sheng left, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong exchanged a fleeting glance.
Did we oversell this? Xia Feng blinked. Now what?
Mu Qingtong scoffed and looked away. The "Peach Organization" was now a god-slaying entity? Even she, the Red Peach, had no idea how that narrative took root! The absurdity grated on her.
Never mind that the Peach Organization was a slapdash fabrication—if it were real, she should lead it. Yet the Holy Ministry's files listed the Spade Man as its head!
Ignorant humans. Her gaze slid back to Xia Feng. The urge to crush him simmered hotter by the second.
That innocent, provoking look of his? She wanted to wipe it off his face. To pummel him until tears of humiliation spilled forth, until he begged. Until he confessed how he'd truly felled Anubis.
Yet deep down, she'd pieced it together. Xia Feng was likely an agent of a formidable Star God, bargaining for divine intervention. But the cost of such aid should've been beyond his means.
So how?
The mysteries coiled around him multiplied by the day. After two months together, her curiosity threatened to ignite her restraint. She needed answers—
Burn.
Xia Feng shuddered under the weight of her stare. Risking a sidelong glance, he found Mu Qingtong's demeanor unchanged: gold-rimmed glasses framing gently curved eyes, her poise the picture of scholarly grace.
Yet dread prickled his spine.
Shaking it off, he refocused. A revelation had struck him earlier—
The teleportation marks on Spirit Weapons corresponded to Life Roulette player IDs. On a whim, he'd copied the mark from Weapon #17 (the useless N-rank "Must-Hit Brick") onto the Vermilion Bird Armor. And it worked. No longer would a low-tier weapon hog a precious slot.
"Meeting adjourned," announced the Xuanwu Chief.
Xia Feng bolted up. He needed to revisit the Evil Dragon's realm—to check on Emperor Si.
The dragon's demeanor upon awakening hadn't matched tales of its malevolence. It slew the evil god and Gongsun Ze yet spared him, ejecting him as the corruptive energy surged. Not friendly, but not hostile.
He wouldn't delay. Miss Evil Dragon's agony demanded action. And if sharing her torment through his human vessel could ease it? He'd volunteer without hesitation.
"Stop."
Mu Qingtong's command froze him mid-step. He turned, sighing. "Miss Mu, I've got urgent business. If you want a rematch, how about tomorrow?"
She closed the distance, eyes glinting with disdain. "Scared?"
Tch. Some little witches just needed disciplining.
Xia Feng raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Well then, since Miss Mu wants to be pinned down by me, I'll oblige~"
He wanted to see who was more powerful between him and Mu Qingtong!
A showdown was overdue.
(End of Chapter)