Chapter 145 - 128. He is my manservant.

"So, is it of any use?" After getting over his shock, Fang Pian Four glanced at the gothic loli, "We’re all going to die anyway, knowing there’s Holy Liquid here is useless, my foolish little sister." "Big brother, if we weren’t about to die, I would definitely crack your skull open," Yuan Zhoulv said lightly, then closed his eyes to meet death. Every ten seconds, an explosion of flesh and blood erupted in front of them, causing the Spirit Masters to curse in terror and struggle in despair, but to no avail. In just two minutes, twelve Spirit Masters had died. The man on the TV screen flickered, and the black-and-white face inside slowly closed its eyes, more like a memorial photo now. Mu Qingtong and Xia Feng exchanged glances. "Can you summon the deity behind you?" Mu Qingtong asked through spiritual communication. "Obviously not." Hearing the negative answer, Mu Qingtong’s eyebrows slightly furrowed. It seemed she had to reveal her trump card this time. The foolish Mr. Xia was finally going to be saved by her; it was also a good chance to let this arrogant guy know she still had cards up her sleeve from their last confrontation! But just as she was about to take action, she heard Xia Feng say, "But I have another way." "..." Mu Qingtong forcefully suppressed her ultimate move and expressionlessly said, "Next time, please finish in one go without gasping for breath." "Such high expectations," Xia Feng chuckled, looking up at the pitch-black sky. If it had been any other Evil Beast, he might indeed have been helpless, but this tentacle monster formed from He Jianzhu’s evil transformation was an amnesiac creature, not yet a spiritually stable Evil. If it had been a stable Evil, his Evil Demon Heart could not absorb the Evil Power within the target. However, this near mindless creature on the verge of collapse, despite its terrifying power capable of destroying heaven and earth, was still no match for him, Xia Feng. He could easily drain all the Evil Power inside He Jianzhu. But there was a problematic issue—if he wanted to absorb Evil Power, he had to approach the head of the tentacle monster. The distance was currently too far. The faint silhouette of the head across the sky seemed not so distant, only because of its enormous size. seaʀᴄh thё Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Xia Feng estimated it was at least a thousand meters away, not an easy distance to cover quickly. After all, even in the invincible state of the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor, resurrection could only happen within a 50-meter radius. "By the way, can either of you send me up into the sky?" Xia Feng asked the bizarre siblings waiting for death. Both of them opened their eyes in confusion, and Fang Pian Four clicked his tongue, "Dude, what do you mean? Is it more comfortable to die in the sky?" "Ha—what a great idea!" Yuan Zhoulv’s red pupils shone slightly, "If we’re going to die, we should die spectacularly! It must be artistic!" Xia Feng had no time to waste words with these two and quickly explained, "I have a way to deal with the tentacle monster, but I need to get close to its head." "Ha?" The gothic loli’s eyes drooped as she sized up this ordinary-looking man with a look that said, Are you still joking with me? "Brother, I must say, I appreciate your ignorance and confidence," the man from the memorial photo said expressionlessly, pointing to the sky, "But that creature up there, even a Fifth Rank Spirit Master might not be able to handle it, you understand?" "Yeah, do you know the value of a Six-eyed Level Calamity?" Yuan Zhoulv scoffed disdainfully but still added, "Of course, I can indeed send you up there, but given your spiritual pressure state, you might die under my Spiritual Clothes before you even reach your destination." "Okay, okay, I get it, no time to dawdle, both of you, get moving," Xia Feng felt very tired talking with these two. "Hmph! Since you want to die sooner, then let’s send you to heaven!" The gothic loli snorted coldly, and her crimson-colored wand pointed towards Xia Feng. Then, she drew a circle clockwise in the air and crisply said: "Draw a circle to curse you—Rocket!" Following her bizarre words, Xia Feng suddenly widened his eyes, feeling a burning heat on his butt, as if a terrifying flame exploded inside him. His face stiffened, "Fuck!" His cursing echoed in the air, rapidly ascending for less than a second before vanishing without a trace, and his screams disappeared in an instant. Everyone looked up, only to see a bright fire-colored streak in the sky, which soared high and then exploded into a burst of crimson light, like fireworks celebrating death, extraordinarily splendid. Mu Qingtong’s lips curled into a slightly amused smile, and she shook her head helplessly. "See—I told you," the gothic loli said, seeing Xia Feng actually explode, shaking her head too, but then her bright red pupils stared at the blood fire in the sky, satisfactorily commenting, "But this idiot’s death is quite artistic." "Artistic my ass!" Fang Pian Four cursed expressionlessly, "He’s really disgracing the Fang family!" At that moment, a wild wind inexplicably began to blow through the whole area, and the sky-full of tentacles that bound everyone started to shrink, gradually withering and breaking down into Spiritual Light. The man in the TV fell to the ground unexpectedly, the screen flickered, and the screen lifted, the black and white face full of confusion, "What the—what’s happening, little sister?" "Who am I supposed to ask?" The gothic loli leaned on her cane, straightened her beret, and looked towards the horizon. In the pitch-black sky, there was a faint silhouette of a familiar man hanging in the air. "This guy... he’s actually not dead?" she said, her beautiful eyes slightly squinting in surprise as she turned to Mu Qingtong, "Your friend really has a way?" "Clearly," Mu Qingtong replied with a smile in her voice. "Holy—holy shit!" The man on the TV lifted the screen, his expression horrified, as if he saw something dreadful. The two women also looked up, only to see the clouds in the sky dissipate, revealing the true appearance of the tentacle monster. That was a vaguely human-shaped head with cheeks formed like an octopus with many tentacles, and the body below was countless terrifying tentacles, like a dense spider web covering half of the sky. And the moment they saw its full face, everyone felt numerous tiny, strange whispers by their ears, the voices gradually amplifying, gradually amplifying—as if to devour their sanity and drag them into an indescribable Netherworld abyss. People were horrified, quickly shutting their eyes and bowing their heads. "Damn, I was wrong, even a Sixth Rank Venerable might not be able to beat this thing!" The electric man was stunned, cursing inwardly in his mind. He turned his head, "Plum, are you sure your husband can beat this thing?" "...He’s not my husband." Mu Qingtong said expressionlessly. "Oh... then what’s your relationship?" The gothic lolita’s interest in these two new friends picked up again. What relationship, you ask? The woman in the black dress smirked, "He’s my manservant." When you are away from home, you choose your own identity, and Mu Qingtong felt that the master-servant status was quite fitting. Manservant? The gothic lolita nodded thoughtfully, not too surprised, knowing that many noble young ladies have manservants, and those young ladies usually like to rub their feet on the faces of their manservants, having quite a lot of fun. "Your manservant seems like he’s really going to die this time." The gothic lolita quickly glanced at the sky, then found that the man she flung into the air had been swallowed whole by the tentacle monster. "Don’t worry, it’s fine." Mu Qingtong shook her head softly, "He’ll handle it, we just need to wait." Seeing such confidence from the woman in black, the siblings exchanged glances, their eyes full of skepticism. Is this for real? Has this woman gone crazy? At the sky. Contrary to Xia Feng’s expectations, the inside of He Jianzhu was empty, with no slippery mucus or flesh walls, just an endless Evil Power Cloud Sea, and the tentacle monster’s appearance seemed to be just a facade. Xia Feng was feeling good and began to crazily absorb Evil Power. [Your spiritual power has gained 1Soc permanent increase] [Your spiritual power has gained....] Before long, he felt full, having gained a total of 10 points of spiritual power increase. [Current spiritual power: 50Soc] Next, he started to absorb Evil Power using a knife, and then released it. After repeating a few times, in less than five seconds, he had emptied the entire Evil Power Sea. At the same time, the other onlookers quickly sensed the roaring wind suddenly stop, Mu Qingtong and the group, including the five Spirit Masters who had survived with consternation on their faces, all looked up. The terrifying tentacle monster that obscured the Sky Dome began to crumble, countless drifting black tentacles turned into fine Spiritual Light, like a golden light rain covering the earth and sky. Eventually, the tentacle monster’s head disintegrated into broken lights, and a man in white, with a calm demeanor, was standing with his arms spread wide, bathed in the golden rain. Seeing this scene, Mu Qingtong’s eyes narrowed slightly, her mind more puzzled, Mr. Xia, what exactly is your ability? Nearby, the five Spirit Masters were looking up, faces filled with shock. The electric man also raised his screen, mouth agape, and finally all his emotions turned into one word, "Damn!" "What the hell..." The gothic lolita’s eyes were wide, feeling somewhat surreal. Just like that, easily resolved? She had thought, even if it was resolved, it would be a earth-shattering battle. But unexpectedly, in less than five seconds, the terrifying tentacle monster was completely annihilated. Even a Venerable couldn’t do this... The gothic lolita’s gaze turned somewhat bizarrely towards the woman in black. This woman just said that guy named Fang Pian was her manservant? You treat such a big shot as a manservant? Thinking this, her gaze shifted, and she exchanged looks with her brother, their gazes copying one another, transmitting messages simultaneously. "Oh no, little sis! We’ve encountered a big shot!" "Awesome, big bro! We’ve encountered a big shot!" "Awesome my ass! This is clearly bad!" the television man said expressionlessly. "Bad my ass! This is clearly good!" the gothic lolita rolled her eyes. While the siblings were secretly shocked and transmitting messages. All the floating golden light suddenly gathered around Xia Feng, gradually converging in front of him into the body of a woman wearing a simple black dress. "Found you, He Jianzhu!" Mu Qingtong looked up, her beautiful eyes slightly curved. * As Xia Feng was dealing with the tentacle monster. Further above the dark sky, thousands of meters higher, a moon ring with a pale white halo was hanging. However, the thing hanging there, obviously, was not the real moon. Within the moon ring was a resplendent palace. At that moment, a luxurious ball was being held, with classical, soothing court music playing softly, gentlemen in tuxedos each holding delicately built girls, slowly moving in the dance floor. And on the second floor of the hall, in the darkness, five figures were lazily sitting on a luxurious salon. "Inside here, 30 milliliters of Holy Liquid, is hard-earned by us."