Chapter 92 She Wants To...
Xia Feng checked the time, considering how to deal with the spirit of No. 11.
The hunting and predation stage of the Wheel of Life lasted a full fifteen days.
Ten days had already passed, leaving only five more before he could enter the Wheel of Life again to shop.
Then I'll set it aside for the next five days.
With that thought, Xia Feng crouched down and carefully examined his own corpse on the ground before nodding in satisfaction.
"I have to say, you're really handsome~"
Corpse Feng: "..."
Xia Feng pressed a hand against the corpse's chest. The demonic heart in the left cavity was gone, leaving only an empty void—as if this had always been a heartless person.
After summoning the Blood Beast to decompose Corpse Feng, Xia Feng clapped his hands and stood up.
"Master, your ability is so strange," the princess remarked, standing beside him with a puzzled expression.
"Oh? What do you mean?"
The princess stepped closer, pressing a delicate hand against Xia Feng's chest before leaning in to listen.
Her red lips parted slightly as she spoke in a cold, detached voice:
"Master, your heart is black."
Your heart is black?!
Xia Feng was about to push her away when the sound of a key turning in the lock interrupted them.
Bang—
The door was kicked open. The two inside turned their heads in unison to see a girl in bear-print pajamas storming in, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at the pair locked in an embrace.
"Xia Feng! Let go—let go of my mom!!"
"No, no! Let go of that vixen!" Mushroom corrected herself, her face flushing red in embarrassment.
"..."
Xia Feng glanced down at the seductive face pressed against his chest and rolled his eyes. Tightening his grip around the princess's slender waist, he tilted his chin up defiantly.
"I won't let go. What are you gonna do about it~?"
Mushroom: "!!!"
She was convinced that Xia Feng's shamelessness would be the death of her one day!
"So that's why you convinced me to recognize my mom back then! You just wanted me to call you 'Dad,' you pervert!" she accused, her cheeks burning.
"..."
"Alright, alright, don't be mad." Xia Feng ruffled her slightly frizzy hair and grinned. "Besides, you've called me that before, haven't you?"
Mushroom: "!!!"
She had called him that—several times, in fact. Most recently, when she'd learned that Goddess Mu was Xia Feng's fiancée last month, she'd shamelessly addressed him as "Dad" just to get Goddess Mu's autograph.
Never did she imagine her words would come true. This shameless bastard had actually become her father now!
"Daughter, be good. Don't be angry with Master." A pale, slender hand patted her head gently. Though the words were meant to soothe, the tone was icy.
Mushroom stiffened, lifting her head to meet the princess's calm, fox-like gaze. Her teeth ground together in frustration as she swatted the offending hand away.
"Who's your daughter?!"
Truthfully, she bore no real hatred toward Yue Hongli. Her mother's death had been orchestrated by the prince and the Burning Heaven Temple—long before the princess had even entered the picture.
But now, this vixen had become her stepmother—and worse, she'd seduced her sworn brother?!
The tangled mess of relationships left her deeply unsettled.
"Enough sulking."
Xia Feng released the princess's slender waist. "It's really not a big deal. How about this—you call her 'Stepmother,' she calls me 'Master,' and I'll still be your good friend. We can each handle our own business separately."
"Handle our own business... separately?"
"That's right~ That's the plan. By the way, dinner's ready. Let's go eat as a happy family of three~"
"Hey!!!!"
...
The next day, at the Holy Ministry building.
Xia Feng had come to find Wei Shutong but unexpectedly ran into Mu Qingtong instead.
Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes lingered quietly on the princess seated beside Xia Feng, her gaze unreadable.
Yue Hongli remained expressionless, staring back at the woman in the black dress with icy detachment. When the silence stretched too long, she tilted her head slightly.
"Are you mute?"
Mu Qingtong pursed her lips, her delicate brows arching as she asked softly:
"Your Highness, have you truly become Xia Feng's slave?"
"Slave?"
The princess's fox-like eyes flickered with confusion, as if deep in thought, before she shook her head. "I am not a slave. I am Master's maid."
"Is there a difference?" Mu Qingtong replied coolly.
"A slave is someone stripped of personal freedom, driven by their master's whims, with no ownership over their own life. According to the Empire's Latest Revised Dictionary, 'slave' is an outdated term from the pre-reform era and generally does not include functions for enhancing the master's... physiological desires."
"A maid, however, retains all basic slave functions while also wearing certain... stimulating costumes to further elevate the master's physical desires and combat capabilities."
The princess spoke with clinical precision, her cold eyes fixed on Mu Qingtong. "You don't even understand this. It seems you're also a fool."
Mu Qingtong: "?"
"More foolish than me," the princess concluded.
Mu Qingtong turned her impassive gaze toward Xia Feng.
Xia Feng blinked, then grinned. "Miss Mu, why look at me? She called you stupid. If you've got a problem, take it up with her~"
"Ha~"
Mu Qingtong let out a light laugh. The world was full of fools—if she retaliated against every one, she'd exhaust herself.
Dismissing the princess, she instead asked with mild curiosity, "How exactly did you make her acknowledge you as her master?"
"A secret," Xia Feng replied cheerfully.
"What are her abilities?"
"Also a secret."
Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, Mu Qingtong's eyes curved into crescents as she murmured, "I must say, Mr. Xia, your list of secrets grows ever longer."
"Hehe~ Glad you noticed~"
Xia Feng crossed his arms, tilting his chin up with smug provocation. "Let me tell you something, Miss Mu. In my current state, I could beat you with just one hand!"
"!"
Mu Qingtong's brows lifted slightly in surprise. In the past, Xia Feng had always praised her strength, constantly testing her limits.
But now? No more probing. Just pure, unshakable confidence—declaring outright that he could defeat her.
Seeing that infuriatingly triumphant look on his face, a simmering heat flared in Mu Qingtong's chest.
Mr. Xia...
I truly...
I truly want to pin you beneath me and ravage you mercilessly—to hear your voice tremble as you beg for mercy in utter defeat.
It would be... exquisite.
(End of Chapter)