Yeli Xing had never expected that after his Spiritual Artifact transformed into a human, it would... burn !
In front of him, his own master, it shamelessly flirted back and forth with that lowlife, boldly cuckolding him!
He had truly... had enough! Yeli Xing's eyes turned blood-red, and without hesitation, he thrust a small knife into his own chest!
A sinister blood-black light immediately flickered from his chest. This was his final kill move, reserved as a last resort. He didn't want to use it unless absolutely necessary.
"Xia Feng~ Shirley still wants~" Behind him, the female elf murmured suggestively,
as Xia Feng quickly drew his bow again, the robust beam of light frenziedly converging.
"Yeli Xing, do you see? This is her real purpose!" Xia Feng declared with ultimate authority as a minotaur, releasing the second light cannon with a whoosh— Follow current novels on n0velfire.net
"!!!" Yeli Xing's expression stiffened, and then a chill struck his heart. His soul burst forth. Damn it! How could this guy not charge up his power!
His kill move needed more time to prepare, but Xia Feng completely disregarded the etiquette of combat, attacking aggressively without waiting for his move to charge.
Boom—The second light cannon merged with the first, the dark light flow spreading like Netherworld flames, swiftly engulfing Yeli Xing.
Within the black light, Yeli Xing's eyes widened. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his flesh visibly began to blood-dissolve, dissolving amid waves of black waves. A fierce wind howled, causing the surrounding forest to bend backward as if about to snap.
"No————" A roar of unwilling despair echoed between heaven and earth,
as a vaguely visible human figure within the dark light cannon struggled, reaching out to Xia Feng with a silent scream. In an instant—his spirit was scattered!
The black light cannon also gradually dissipated, rustling—leaves trembled, and the forest returned to silence.
Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong exchanged gazes with Cha Naixue, then landed on their feet.
"Ah? The master is dead...."
Holding onto Xia Feng, Shirley came back to her senses from the excitement, lifted her mature little face, and after a moment of confusion, her spiritual body also began to slowly disintegrate.
Xia Feng turned around, looked up, and as Shirley reached out to him with a puzzled look, with a bang—her spiritual body shattered.
Seeing this, the Black-dressed woman who walked over thoughtfully nodded: "Although you snatched Yeli Xing's Spiritual Artifact, the main mark of the Artifact Disaster is not in the Spiritual Artifact, but on the soul. So, with Yeli Xing dead, the Artifact Disaster will also perish."
"However, it seems that the intelligence or thought pattern of the Artifact Disaster is not quite normal; otherwise, it wouldn't have killed its own master before realizing it."
So that's it... Xia Feng nodded. After the recent trial, Shirley's control over the Spiritual Clothes didn't matter much now that she's gone... Scumbag Xia Feng thought to himself.
As he pondered, he looked up at Cha Naixue and smiled: "Let's go, we should continue with our serious business."
The three returned to the tree, where Cha Naixue secretly glared fiercely at Xia Feng before bending down to dig in the ground, searching for the material that would advance Mu Qingtong—white jade glaze.
Xia Feng wasn't idle either; he and Mu Qingtong began to clean up the battlefield,
looting the good stuff from two men in black robes.
Casually flipping through the belongings of a ground mole, the Blood Eye mask suddenly slipped to the ground, drawing Xia Feng's gaze.
Seeing the item, he was taken aback for a moment, hesitated for a while, but couldn't resist his curiosity, and tentatively reached out...
"Little Feng~~ where are you exactly?"
Just like last time, a familiar ethereal call entered his mind from the Blood Eye mask, like the whispers of ghosts from the Netherworld or the chant of a Goddess's spirit, murmuring in his ear.
Xia Feng's spine involuntarily shivered, and just as he was about to throw it away, he heard the woman's pitch rise slightly.
"Eh? Little Feng~ found you again, don't be scared, it's sister, huh~"
As the woman's voice grew softer, Xia Feng's expression faintly froze, the blurry fragments of his childhood slowly becoming clearer.
It was a gentle girl in a floral dress, stretching out her slender hand to gently pat his head, bending down with a smile:
"Little brother, my name is Gong Changyi, what's your name?"
"I... my name is Xia Feng." The naïve little boy lifted his dirt-smudged face, paused, then earnestly chirped, "Xia of 'summer', Feng of 'maple leaf'."
"Xia Feng... what a nice name."
"Thank... thank you...."
"Xia Feng, do you want to go home with your sister?"
"From now on, I'll be your sister, okay~ Call me Sister Yi."
"Sister... Sister Yi."
Chaotic memories flashed quickly through his mind. Xia Feng held his head, mumbling softly, "Sister Yi... Gong Changyi..."
"Little Feng~ Little Feng, are you listening?" A ethereal, smiling voice echoed again in his ear, "Quickly tell your sister where you are; I'll send someone to pick you up."
"..." Xia Feng opened his mouth, hesitated, then wondered, "Can you hear me talking?"
"Oh, Little Feng, your voice has changed a lot, seems like you have grown up."
"..." Xia Feng remained silent; this woman seemed very familiar with him, but he only had a few fragmentary memories of her.
"Little Feng, we don't have much time to talk, quickly tell your sister, where are you?" the woman asked softly.
Xia Feng smiled: "You guess."
"Little Feng, you're being naughty~ Stop teasing your sister and quickly tell me your location~"
"Why do you want to know my location?"
"Eh? Do I need a reason? Little Feng, we've been separated for so many years, don't you want to reunite with Sister Yi?"
"Ah, you don't want to? Why, why not? Little Feng, don't you need your sister anymore?"
The woman sounded surprised and slightly aggrieved, her tender voice making one irresistibly want to comfort her immediately.
Xia Feng nearly softened his heart, but fortunately, he was still very lucid and would not foolishly reveal his location to this strange woman.
Gong Changyi had close ties with the Burning Heaven Temple, and his own memory was incomplete. Whether Sister Yi was friend or foe was still unknown.
Xia Feng felt there was no need to take this risk; after all, what if Sister Yi actually bore him malice? Revealing his location to Sister Yi might have benefits, but not revealing it definitely had no drawbacks.
"Little Feng, you aren't suspecting your sister's intentions, are you? Really, your sister is so kind, how could she harm you?"
A forlorn and husky whine lingered in his ear, the grievous tone swirling like a cold gentle breeze into his ears, Xia Feng's gaze involuntarily froze, his pupils void as he murmured, "Right, right, Sister won't harm me...."
"Mm-hm, that's right."
The woman's aggrieved voice gradually normalized, carrying a hint of triumph as she chuckled softly, "So, Little Feng, where are you now?"
Xia Feng's pupils were dull, he hesitantly spoke: "I am at the flower—"
"Scram!" Suddenly, the woman in the black dress, now standing before Xia Feng, placed her hand on his forehead, her voice a cold command.