I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

471: 439.

Death Fetters, Feast Flower Sacred Sect 471: 439.

Death Fetters, Feast Flower Sacred Sect Charming Spirit Royal City looked like a castle straight out of a magical medieval tale, looming under the darkening twilight.

The city walls were built from giant stones of purple-black hue, each brick engraved with ancient runes, archaic and mysterious.

The massive city gate was half-open, with a steady stream of people coming and going.

Xia Feng blended into the crowd as he made his way forward, but no sooner had he stepped through the gate than a pink glow flashed before his eyes, his vision blurred, and his consciousness gradually sank into emptiness.

He opened his eyes in obliviousness, finding himself lying atop a bed strewn with rose petals, with a crystal chandelier on the ceiling flickering hazily, casting a warm light tinged with ambiguous pink.

“Mr.

Xia.”

A cool, indifferent voice rang out.

Xia Feng propped himself up on the bedding and sat up slightly, only to see a silver-haired woman wearing half-frame gold-rimmed glasses, donning a schoolgirl-style JK uniform with an ultra-short skirt at that moment.

She slowly crawled onto the bed, her little leather shoes kicked off, her long legs in black stockings and slender hands coordinating, creeping towards Xia Feng like a seductive cat.

Xia Feng’s dark pupils dilated subconsciously as the silver-haired woman crawled onto his belly, her gorgeous little face brushing tantalizingly close to his ear as she murmured in a captivating whisper, “Mmm~ Mr.

Xia, do you like it~”

Feeling the enchantment and grace of the silver-haired woman’s posture, Xia Feng’s pupils gradually scattered, and a stern command echoed in his ears: “You, my believer, must not kiss this Evil Witch.”

He was stunned for a moment before realizing that a woman in a star dress was lying beside him.

Annoyed, he pushed the silver-haired woman with a low grunt.

Once he pushed her away a bit, she brought her majestic little face closer to his, pupils hazy.

Xia Feng’s gaze froze, his face flushed, and he instinctively embraced the soft waists of both women, allowing them to lie one on each side in his arms.

The silver-haired woman lay in his left embrace, her black silk legs entwined with his, leaning closer to whisper, “Mr.

Xia, I want~”

The woman in the star dress squinted, her red lips close to his ear, murmuring, “Believer, I also want~”

Xia Feng arched his neck, silver hair and cloud-grey soft locks buried in his neck, hearing only the ambiguous whispers and panting breaths, his dark eyes lost, his consciousness gradually blurring.

“Believer, will you stay here with us forever?”

“Mr.

Xia, I won’t argue with you about who is stronger anymore, just stay, we will make you happy~”

“Here, we shall not age or die, and can be together till the end of time.”

“Mr.

Xia, haven’t you always wanted to take me from behind?

You can~”

Seductive, sweet nothings whispered in his ears from both sides, causing a jolt in Xia Feng’s mind, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

He looked around with a frown, as if only a second had passed; he was still standing beneath the city gate, with people passing by all around.

Above the gate shone hundreds of gems, twinkling in an array of colors—surely they were what had caused his foray into the daytime illusion.

This made him feel frustrated; indeed, the illusion was just too shoddy!

He had just been considering how it would feel to take advantage of Mu Qingtong from behind!

And then he woke up?!

But upon further contemplation, Xia Feng realized it must have been because of his high spiritual power that he could easily resist the temptation of the illusion.

“This is a racial ability of the Charming Spirit Clan, Charming Spirit Illusion·Death Bind.”

The woman in the star dress squinted, “My believer, what dream did you just have?”

That was a good question, but don’t ask again next time.

“…Nothing much, just an ordinary and boring dream.” Xia Feng smiled faintly, blinking as he stepped forward, “Let’s go, Dragon God, it’s time for us to enter the city.”

After a few steps, Xia Feng looked back at the city gate.

He knew of the Charming Spirit Clan’s racial ability; the Charming Spirit Illusion could use dreams to kill, categorized into either “Dream Entrapment” or “Death Bind.”

In Dream Entrapment, a Charming Spirit must personally enter an enemy’s dream, seducing them, breaking their will and spirit.

Death Bind, however, does not require a Charming Spirit to enter the dream themselves.

It automatically shapes into the most binding image found in the enemy’s heart—their most desired illusion—and tempts the enemy, causing their consciousness to remain forever in the dream, unable to awaken.

The requirements for initiating Death Bind were somewhat stringent, but if deployed effectively, the results were extraordinary.

Xia Feng was currently not focused on that but, through the Eye of Decompilation, he discovered a black line trailing from above his head, extending infinitely forward.

It seemed to be some sort of identity marking and tracking ability.

Xia Feng immediately realized he had been exposed!

“Boom—” The originally half-open city gate closed instantly with a dull thunderous sound.

The black stone pavement quietly unfolded into a complicated six-pointed star Array, and countless black and purple Charming Flowers bloomed from the ground, forming a blockade of Space Power.

Yet Xia Feng, having already seen through everything with the Eye of Decompilation just before the Array activated, once more entered the Holy Knight Space and vanished without a trace.

Xia Feng dashed through the dark and bustling city, flickering towards the towering castle that pierced the clouds in the distant center.

He had originally planned to infiltrate the Royal City stealthily and act according to the situation.

But now, there was no chance of remaining hidden at all.

He must act quickly and decisively!

*

Dawn Castle.

On the ground, iridescent steps of illusionary light extended upwards to the ninth-floor balcony, totaling ninety-nine steps.

In the middle of the balcony, a hazy, semi-transparent white gauze veiled a small cubic space.

This space was known as ‘the Bridal Veil Chamber’.

In the wedding ceremonies of the Charming Spirit Clan, the bride was to conduct a worshiping ceremony alone in the Bridal Veil Chamber, and after paying homage to the gods, she would put on a ring with the groom’s assistance, step out of the veil, and complete the marriage.

Huaze Tuo stood in the shadow of the castle’s first floor, gazing upwards at the Bridal Veil Chamber, his mind wandering.

Every Supreme of the Imaginary Court would establish a Holy Sect, and the Charming Spirit Clan was affiliated with the Feast Flower Sacred Sect.

Many clans of the Evil Clan had no gender distinctions or concept of marriage, but the tribes under the Feast Flower Sacred Sect all followed the custom of matrimony.

Moreover, during the marriage vows, they needed to worship the Feast Flower Evil God and pray for blessings.

This worship ceremony was quite complex and took about ten minutes.

Yi Nanxi had already entered the Bridal Veil Chamber, and Huaze Tuo waited quietly.

However, at that moment, he seemed to sense something and turned around.

Squadrons of guards were leaping into the air, heading towards the city gate.

He stopped a guard, puzzled, “What’s happening?”

“A human signal not registered with the city gate has been detected; it must be that human who escaped.

The target is rapidly approaching the castle,” the guard reported respectfully and promptly.

“Oh?” Huaze Tuo’s peach blossom eyes twinkled with interest, a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

It was unexpected that this little mouse was so daring, to directly enter the heavily guarded Royal City.

What is this kid trying to do?

“I will go with you.”

After all, it would be some time before Yi Nanxi completed the worship ceremony.

Huaze Tuo decided to meet this mouse first as he would only be at ease once he obtained the Evil Heart Demon Blood.

“Whoosh!!!”

But at that moment, a loud explosion echoed through the sky, with a burst of turbulent wind noise, and a grey figure appeared, breaking through the sky.

Next to Huaze Tuo, the spider-man’s pallid cheeks split into a chilling grin, “Heh, it seems we don’t have to go looking for him; this kid is bringing death upon himself.”