I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

What am I waiting for?

That's a good question.

During such contemplation, Xia Feng flipped the "B·Spiritual Prohibition Coin" in his hand, finally landing it face up, gaining a 20% increase in spiritual quantity.

While waiting just now, he kept tossing the coin, but his luck had hit rock bottom, landing tails three times in a row.

Tails would seal 20% of his spiritual quantity for 20 seconds.

Luckily, the fourth flip landed heads up.

At the same time, he could clearly sense the energy within the Yin Yang Mirror overflowing, as large amounts of Spiritual Particles and spiritual power transformed into Yin Yang Taiji Power.

That was the result of Che Taixian's hard work over the past two years.

Xia Feng was very polite, silently expressing his thanks in his heart.

[True Retention Success—]

As the information flashed by, the lips of the grey-haired man under the Heavenly Phenomenon of Xuanwu curled up in jest, slowly stiffening. A hint of confusion flickered in the depths of his eyes.

Where is my Spiritual Artifact? he puzzledly rubbed his brow.

The Taiji mark on his brow had disappeared without a trace, gone without leaving a sign.

Che Taixian discovered that his connection to the Yin Yang Mirror had vanished as well.

As if it had never existed.

This inexplicable fear unsettled him, but he remained calm on the surface.

He looked towards the masked man with a thoughtful gaze, "Interesting, you can prohibit the use of Spiritual Artifacts?"

"You figured that out, so smart~" Xia Feng said with a smirk.

The guy was willing to guess that way, so naturally, Xia Feng went along with it.

But indeed, without concrete evidence, no one would believe that there exists a power in this world capable of snatching other people's Spiritual Artifacts, especially extremely rare A-grade Spiritual Artifacts.

Theft in a moment's thought, and so effortlessly too.

It was just too heaven-defying.

Che Taixian again sensed his own soul's state, and after confirming he could no longer feel the connection to the Yin Yang Mirror, he shook his head.

Well, it mattered little, since the two abilities of the Yin Yang Mirror were not combat type. Being unable to use them for the time being wasn't a big problem.

He twisted his neck left and right, stepped forward with his hands behind his back and said with a mocking, calm voice, "Young man, if all you can do is inhibit Spiritual Artifacts, then that's quite disappointing."

Now that he had gathered all the materials needed for ascension, such as the Heavenly Stone Embryo, Taiji Fruit, and so forth, and the Taiji Power of the Yin Yang Mirror was sufficiently accumulated, everything was ready but the tranquil environment for promotion.

So, all that remained was to deal with this ignorant youth.

After ascending, he would immediately return to Burning Heaven Island to report this matter to Destruction! He would make sure that Gong Changyi, the so-called Goddess, paid the price!

Seeing that Che Taixian finally made a move, Xia Feng's dark eyes narrowed, and his vision blurred.

"Whoosh—"

In less than an instant, the grey-haired man who had been 20 meters away glided on a trace of lightning, eerily appearing right in front of Xia Feng.

Xia Feng reacted swiftly, with a thought causing fluctuations in the surrounding space, and he shrank into a speck and vanished.

As he entered the Holy Knight Space, he loaded the Ten Dragon Cannon onto the Nash Saint Bow.

His current level of cultivation was only Fourth Rank, but his spiritual quantity was at the level of a General Fifth, having consumed a massive amount of Spirit Storage Fruits.

Whether it was A-grade Spiritual Clothes or the Ten Dragon Cannon, heavy consumption of Spiritual Particles was required, which his current spiritual quantity simply could not sustain.

Facing someone in the True Martial Second Realm was like a fool's dream.

It was as if he had a top-notch sports car but no fuel, unable to move at all.

Fortunately, he had several means to amplify his spiritual quantity.

The Spiritual Prohibition Coin still stored twice the amount of his own spiritual quantity, which he poured entirely into the Ten Dragon Cannon.

At the convergence point of the barrel and the bow's tip, blood-red light flickered wildly, gradually condensing into two dragon shapes.

However, as Xia Feng had anticipated, Che Taixian's strength and agility were high enough to attack the Space Barrier.

Agility refers to physical speed and space sensing ability. Spirit Masters with high space sensing ability can touch the 'substance' of the space (Space Barrier).

Of course, no matter how high the strength attribute, it can't attack the space's substance. But with the help of some rare auxiliary Spiritual Clothes, one can cause damage to the Space Barrier with their attacks.

Xia Feng controlled the Holy Knight Space to rapidly retreat, but the gray-haired man coldly smirked as he closely followed, shaking the space with one punch after another.

"Kid, you indeed have some tricks, but unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, even space-related Spiritual Artifacts are as good as null and void."

"Crack, crack—" The transparent, film-like barrier cracked, and Xia Feng's expression tensed slightly.

"Bang!!"

As the gray-haired man's final punch landed heavily, the space shattered!

The scene of a masked person setting up a gun and a bow entered his view, and three Thunder Dragons were flickering wildly, seemingly ready to fire at any moment.

Che Taixian frowned slightly, and immediately a Xuanwu Heavenly Phenomenon rose above his figure. He simultaneously raised his right hand high.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the skyscraper toppled as his hand rose, and amidst the crisp tinkling sounds, as if drawn by a powerful pull, they flew towards the central masked person, surrounding and attacking him!

Countless sharp glass shards seemed to be imbued with power, emanating a sinister blood light.

"Zzz—" The central masked person in the black cloak was instantly segmented into numerous pieces and disintegrated.

But this masked person was merely a residual image left in the space, fading away into nothing.

Upon seeing this, Che Taixian's frown deepened, and he looked back.

He saw the masked person apparently using some kind of powerful space technique, appearing behind the qipao-clad lady, with the bowstring's dragon cannon energy running wild, and the fourth dragon shape beginning to take form.

Che Taixian sensed a dangerous aura emanating from within.

"Is this kid still a Fourth Order Spirit Master?" he wondered in confusion.

And more importantly, why do all these techniques look like they're from a Spiritual Artifact?

No matter, Che Taixian clicked his tongue, ready to get serious.

As his thoughts settled, he flipped his right hand, and with the clenched fist, two drops of blood oozed from his tiger's mouth, soaring into the air.

The figure covered by the giant Xuanwu turtle dispersed a blood-red spiritual glow at the same time.

The spiritual glow gathered in the air into two three-meter-tall blood-red tombstones, each carved with:

[Beloved Younger Brother: Che Yinyou's Tomb]

[Beloved Younger Brother: Che Xuanming's Tomb]

『A-Level Spiritual Clothes·Holy Ghost』

Seeing this, Xia Feng was somewhat puzzled. What is this? Are these two tombstones also A-Level Spiritual Clothes?

Even if a Spirit Master in the True Martial Second Realm reached its peak, his Spiritual Pressure wouldn't be much higher than that of the First Realm, but what made them powerful was—such Spirit Masters could utilize two A-Level Spiritual Clothes!

Most in the True Martial Second Realm would choose one offensive and one defensive; Che Taixian was likely no exception.

Xia Feng was curious how this tombstone-shaped Spiritual Clothes would attack and what their effects would be.

The tombstones hovered in mid-air.

Che Taixian spread his arms wide and spoke in a low, warm tone, "Resurrect, my brothers."

Xia Feng: "?"

The tombstones cracked and disintegrated, and two human-shaped streams of light slowly crystallized into solid forms.

The gray-haired man had a face almost identical to Che Taixian, only younger, with a deathly pale complexion and colorless pupils.

Xia Feng recognized one of them, with limbs as if they were awkwardly attached, clearly the Che Yinyou that he himself had killed.

"Yinyou!" The qipao-clad beauty immediately stepped forward joyfully, but then her beautiful eyes dimmed the next instant.

Che Yinyou turned his rigid head to glance at the beauty and then towards the sweet girl staring indifferently at him, and he whispered with a low voice, "Little Chan..."

Clearly, he still possessed memories and emotions from his life, but dead was dead after all.

Xia Feng estimated that this type of Spiritual Clothes, which could pull the deceased back from the river of time to the Present Realm, would have stringent summoning conditions, and they couldn't exist for long; as the Spiritual Clothes dissipated, so would the deceased.

"Yinyou, Xuanming! Go and kill this person!"

Following Che Taixian's command, the two gray-haired men with identical faces shifted their gaze.

Che Yinyou obviously still remembered Xia Feng, and upon seeing him, a surge of boundless hatred immediately rose within him, his eyes filled with resentment, and his lips curled up:

"Kill—you!!"

He erupted with a terrifying aura like never before!

His speed was abnormally fast! His afterimage had yet to clear, yet his real body already stood quietly behind Xia Feng!