Chapter 73 - 62. That’s it?

Lips mere half an inch apart. No one moved, and their direct gazes showed not the slightest deviation, both seeming to pay little mind to the overly close distance. Mu Qingtong’s long lashes quivered slightly as she spoke in a clear and indifferent voice that resonated in Xia Feng’s heart, "I have said all I know, now it’s your turn." "My turn? What am I supposed to say?" "The reason why you can devour the Evil Power Sea." "Eh?" Xia Feng tilted his head, a puzzled expression on his face, "That’s strange, when did I ever say I would tell you?" Xia Feng had indeed only asked her if she wanted to know, but he had not said he would tell her. Mu Qingtong was naturally not surprised by Xia Feng’s tricky maneuver, as she was well accustomed to it. Her gaze was serene as she stared at the man before her, her lips slowly curling into a cold smile, "Mr. Xia, it seems that you only know ’three slow steps’, you don’t really know how to dance, do you?" "Hmm?" Xia Feng was taken aback, and before he could react, Mu Qingtong’s dance steps suddenly quickened, and she directly switched to the man’s steps, forcibly blocking Xia Feng’s waist. "You—" Xia Feng’s footsteps were a bit clumsy, and he hurried to follow her pace, but the frustrating thing was that dancing skills were not combat abilities and couldn’t synchronize that easily. Mu Qingtong’s steps grew faster and faster, Xia Feng was getting dizzy and quickly tried to press on her delicate shoulders to push her away, but the next moment, he felt a wave of drowsiness wash over his mind. His consciousness and thoughts began to stall, and his eyes gradually became empty... but fortunately, the Evil Demon Heart within him throbbed abruptly, waking him up in an instant, but his whole body was completely devoid of strength. "What’s happening!" Xia Feng panicked internally, his body completely out of control as Mu Qingtong led him along, the normally strong him quickly beginning to pant, "You, slow down~" He pressed on Mu Qingtong’s bare shoulders, forced to follow in her steps. But Mu Qingtong seemed to have discovered some amusement, her lips twisting into a sly smile, paying no heed to his panting. Her beautiful and fair neck, swan-like, lifted proudly as she continued to accelerate. [Attacked by a Spiritual Artifact, would you like to copy the target Spiritual Artifact?] Xia Feng’s head heavy, his eyes widened, damn, this is indeed Mu Qingtong’s Spiritual Artifact ability! "Copy, copy!" [Copying failed—] "?" Well, that’s disappointing, but there’s only one possible reason for the failure. Mu Qingtong’s Spiritual Artifact is also Alpha grade! His "Divine Mirror Platform" is only just awakening and can currently only copy up to S grade. But it made sense, for a terrifying Destructive Witch like Mu Qingtong, not having an alpha-grade Spiritual Artifact would be embarrassing to call oneself a major villain. Under the warm yellow light, Mu Qingtong capriciously played... toying with Xia Feng’s body, she saw that Xia Feng was still able to maintain his clarity of will, slightly surprised at first, but then her beautiful eyes lowered and she whispered next to his ear: "Mr. Xia, would you like to beg for mercy? Beg and I’ll let you go." S~eaʀᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Beg for mercy? A joke! Xia Feng panted heavily, struggling to raise his eyes and transmitted in a mocking tone: "Miss Mu, I must say, not only is your singing unbearable, your dance skills are mediocre. If I felt like learning, I could beat you in minutes!" Speed up! "Mediocre." Speed up even faster! "That’s it?" As fast as lightning— [Knowing that you are deliberately provoking, but Mu Qingtong still rarely feels annoyance, she further refines her dance steps during the dance, integrating her understanding of dance perfectly into the "Stepping on air", your understanding of Spiritual Clothes has improved, successfully mastering the C-grade Spiritual Clothes "Thunder Sky Step"] Xia Feng: "?" Is this how you learn a C-grade Spiritual Clothes? This is the first C-grade Spiritual Clothes he has formally and perfectly learned. Truly, Xia Feng had a complete epiphany, Mu Qingtong is actually a hidden masochist, right? The more he belittled her, the more active and eager to learn, the more creative she became. Moreover, Mu Qingtong had integrated her understanding of dance steps entirely into the Thunder Sky Step, and Xia Feng, naturally, had also learned them along. Quietly, he realized that he was gradually regaining control over his body. He curled the corners of his mouth and, reversing his hands, forcefully encircled Mu Qingtong’s slender waist, seizing the male steps to take the initiative with lightning speed. And Mu Qingtong’s slender jade hands, wrapped in noble gauze, instinctively climbed onto his broad back. Their fingers interlocked, and the passionate notes joyfully danced between their steps, on the warm, gleaming white tiles, where the glinting high heels and steady white boots drew close amid the surging light, then suddenly parted in a dim corner. Xia Feng’s gaze was calm, and he whispered into Mu Qingtong’s delicate ear with a teasing tone, "Is, that, it?" Mu Qingtong’s willow eyebrows lightly lifted, her lips pursed. She hadn’t expected that Xia Feng wasn’t just boasting or provocatively speaking big words to challenge her— he really could learn within minutes. She could only say... He truly was a worthy opponent in Mu Qingtong’s eyes! A wild light twinkled in her slightly bent golden eyes. Was this the thrill of finding one’s own kind, a rival, the meaning of life? Her heart was increasingly joyful. As the dance steps gradually ceased. The music became soft and melodious, tender enough to intoxicate the soul. The two took a bow amidst the thunderous applause of the crowd and walked towards the Mushroom in the corner. "Mu Shen! You are so amazing!" Mushroom’s eyes were full of little stars. Mu Qingtong smiled softly, "Thank you." "And what about me?" Xia Feng blinked. "You?" Mushroom folded her arms in disdain, "You don’t even come close to one of Mu Shen’s fingertips!" "Heh~" Xia Feng turned his head and seriously cautioned Mu Qingtong, "I’ll remind you again, that thing is a Dong with ill intentions towards you." "Huh, come to think of it, it’s rather unusual that all three siblings from the Prince’s family seem to like you," Xia Feng mused with a nod. Mu Qingtong: "....." "Hong Dou, come here." Just then, the deep voice of Li Siwen came from afar. Mushroom hurriedly tugged at Xia Feng’s hem and shrank back, muttering, "My big brother, he’s done nothing but bad things; he’s not a good person." "No worries, we’re here," Xia Feng patted her hand reassuringly, and the three walked towards the center. Mushroom’s real name was Li Hongdou; Hong Dou was her nickname. Because she greatly disliked the Prince’s family, she later took her mother’s surname—Mo. "Mother dear, Hong Dou is here," Li Siwen turned and spoke respectfully. The woman in the deep red evening gown looked over without saying a word. Mushroom also kept silent. Li Siwen said sternly, "Hong Dou, we agreed that you would call her ’Mother’ after reaching adulthood. Do you intend to go back on your word?" Mushroom bit her lip, murmured quietly, "My eighteenth birthday is the day after tomorrow." "What did you say?" Li Siwen frowned. Startled, Mushroom shivered and hid behind Xia Feng once more. Every time her big brother frowned, it reminded her of the desperate times she was cornered and slapped when she was little. "Your Highness, there are some things in the world that just cannot be forced, aren’t there?" Xia Feng stood in front of Mushroom and said calmly. Li Siwen’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had thought of something, and his lips curled into a smile, "Indeed, Mr. Xia makes a good point. For the sake of your friend here, I won’t press you today, little sister." As the few conversed, a guard approached and said respectfully: "Mr. Xia, Prince His Grace requests your presence." Wei Shutong had mentioned that the Prince would summon him tonight. Xia Feng nodded and pulled Mushroom beside Mu Qingtong, whispering, "Miss Mu, please take care of her for me. Thank you." Mu Qingtong glanced at the stout little gourd next to her and, to be honest, she wasn’t too keen on dealing with such a frail useless ant. However, for the sake of Xia Feng, pretending for a bit wasn’t too bad. "Mm," she nodded amiably.