Chapter 97 - 86. Master, I am not stupid

"He’s a fine one to guarantee with pounding on his chest, saying that he absolutely wouldn’t let the summoning ritual succeed—damn his dog fart promise!" White Dragon cursed and swore. "White Dragon, that’s enough!" Director Xuanwu frowned and scolded in a low voice, "Now is not the time for assigning blame and complaining. The priority is to see what the situation at the scene is like, and whether Xia Feng is still alive!" The semi-transparent Xuanwu Domain quietly dissipated. "Let’s go!" About twenty people from the Holy Department took to the air, flying toward Ping Shan Hospital, but Zhao Jie and the Death Hand of the Divine Evil Association also rose up, blocking the way of the group. Zhao Jie grinned: "Lord Xuanwu, this place is hardly one where you can come and go as you please, is it?" Even if he didn’t know the specific situation at Ping Shan Hospital, it was always right to buy some time for Prince. "Stop them!" He waved his hand, and about twenty black-robed people charged toward the Holy Department. "Damn it!" "Break through!" The Holy Department members’ expressions darkened as they clashed with the Prince’s men once again, the battlefield slowly shifting toward Ping Shan Hospital. * "Dead?" Mushroom shivered, retracting her hand, her calm gaze somewhat bewildered. Xia Feng glanced at the corpse that died with eyes wide open and nodded: "Dead." "So, this is what revenge feels like..." "It’s so nice..." Mushroom looked down at her blood-stained little hand, not feeling any fear from killing, but rather a sense of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted. Her mother had been strangled to death by Prince, and now she had ended Prince’s life with a knife—her great vengeance was satisfied. Her spirit wavered for a moment, and she collapsed into Xia Feng’s arms, falling unconscious. Xia Feng supported Mushroom and looked to the side where Princess had just re-formed: "You hold her for a second." The phoenix-dressed woman, though exceedingly beautiful, kept a consistently indifferent expression. She cocked her head as if trying to understand Xia Feng’s words, and then nodded seriously: "Yes, Master." That said, she knelt behind Xia Feng, opened her white lotus arms, and gently drew her into her embrace. "???" The warm breath lingered around his ear, making Xia Feng’s spine stiffen, his pupils dilating as he shrank his neck, "Are you daft? I meant for you to hold Mushroom. Get up, get up!" The Princess stood up, her tone serious: "Master, I’m not stupid." "..." Xia Feng looked thoughtfully at the foolish woman as if realizing something and said: "When I call you stupid, you should proudly admit that you are indeed stupid." "Yes, Master, I am stupid!" The Princess immediately raised her lovely chin, proudly placing her hands on her hips, though her tone remained cool, showing no emotion. Xia Feng: "..." Very well, assessment complete, you are indeed a fool! Xia Feng picked up Mushroom: "Hold her properly, princess-style." The phoenix-dressed woman took over, executing the command perfectly. Xia Feng stepped over to Prince, planting his foot on the latter’s shadow, and Blood Beast silently followed the shadowy path onto the corpse, invading the soul. Soon, Prince’s body turned into a mist of blood and merged into the shadow. Xia Feng then moved to his own body and let out the Blood Beast, dealing with it in the same manner. Afterwards, he raised his hand and summoned the Forest Wand with a light flick; a wooden soldier emerged from the ground. He clothed the wooden soldier in a black robe and endowed it with a Bronze Mask. "Very good, perfect." Xia Feng stroked his chin, nodding in satisfaction. Now all he had to do was wait for those people from the Holy Department. But glancing back at the Princess standing still beside him, holding Mushroom, he felt a touch of unease and frowned: "Don’t speak next. You can only speak when I tell you to." The woman blinked. "Did you hear me?" She kept blinking. "..." Boom— The ground shook violently, and the sounds of fierce battle approached. Next to Xia Feng, the wooden soldier stepped forward, flying off in the opposite direction. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh— Dozens of gleaming lights approached, and Zhao Jie’s warning voice came through: "Prince! Quickly return to the Infinite Field!" Xia Feng turned to look and locked eyes with Zhao Jie, who was flying toward him. He grinned: "Uncle Zhao, long time no see~" Zhao Jie stopped in his tracks, landing among the rubble. Behind him followed the members of the Holy Department and the subordinates of Prince. "Xia—Feng? Heh, lucky you’re still alive..." White Dragon arched an eyebrow, scanning the surroundings, and spoke in a cold voice, "Where’s Liszt? I knew you were unreliable, letting that old man get the Princess, I—" "He’s dead." "....Kid, now’s not the time for jokes—" White Dragon narrowed his eyes slightly, but Chen Hangdao patted his shoulder, and he turned his head to see everyone staring intently in the distance. Sёarᴄh the NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Looking back, they saw a man in a black robe with a Black Spade mask standing quietly on a treetop watching them. After surveying the group, the figure silently dissipated, vanishing from sight. Xia Feng quietly withdrew his powers, then, seeing everyone looking his way, he smiled and said: "I know what you want to ask. Yes, it’s just as you’re thinking. The Black Spade intervened to help when he saw injustice, struck down the Prince, leaving not even bones behind, his methods are extremely brutal!" The crowd exchanged glances, not doubting Xia Feng’s words too much, but they hadn’t expected Prince to die in such a manner and felt somewhat lost. "So... what’s the deal with her?" With Chen Hangdao’s puzzlement, everyone looked toward Princess. Yue Hongli had a seductively charming face but remained expressionless with a serious demeanor as everyone turned her way. "Prince wanted to kill Mushroom, so I quickly persuaded her to find a new mom," shrugged Xia Feng, "Then the Black Spade suddenly popped up and I took advantage of the chaos... and by accident ended up becoming the Princess’s master." "Oh, and the Black Spade mentioned he saw my exceptional talent, a potential emperor, and wanted me to join their organization, but I turned him down righteously! As for this matter..." The crowd automatically ignored Xia Feng’s rambling and instead looked at the Princess in amazement, then back at Xia Feng. White Dragon looked skeptical: "You... became the Princess’s master? Are you joking with me?" Xia Feng wrapped his arm around the waist of the Princess, and the woman blinked her beautiful eyes, unmoving. The crowd: "..." White Dragon opened his mouth, the words of doubt stuck in his throat. The summoning ritual indeed failed to be stopped, but Prince was dead, and whether it failed or not was no longer important. The fact that Xia Feng had become the Princess’s master was unexpected to everyone. A strange sense of amazement filled their hearts, considering that although Prince was dead, the Princess was still the high-ranking Princess of the Purple Sunflower Clan. Yet Xia Feng had become the Princess’s master...