Chapter 112 Become My Slave
Under Mu Qingtong's control, Shi Feng straightened up, twisted his neck and shoulders, and a series of crisp cracking sounds echoed from his body.
After standing dazed for two seconds, Shi Feng slowly turned his head toward Xia Feng.
Then—Slap!
Shi Feng suddenly raised his hand and struck himself hard across the face. The sharp sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out.
Xia Feng: "?"
Slap!!
This time, he hit the other side of his face, leaving a bright red palm print.
Xia Feng: "???"
Xia Feng's eye twitched slightly. Not wanting to indulge Mu Qingtong's twisted sense of humor, he deliberately pulled out the Moon Goddess's Tears. After a brief pause, he then raised Anubis's severed head again.
Gongsun Ze was a member of the Burning Heaven Temple, and there might be others from Burning Heaven waiting outside the disaster realm. To prevent any unexpected trouble, Anubis's head would serve as a perfect deterrent.
At that moment, the seals on Cha Naxue and Yin were also lifted. The two frowned for a few seconds before suddenly jolting awake, gasping for breath as they sat up.
Cha Naxue looked up in confusion, her vision clearing just in time to see the Spade Man—holding the Moon Goddess's Tears in his right hand and the god's severed head in his left. Her pupils dilated in shock.
The Spade Man… had truly appeared? And he had killed the Evil God?
"The disaster realm is about to collapse. Let's go." The Spade Man's voice was calm and low.
Under the dark night sky, rows of off-road vehicles lined the road, their headlights cutting through the desolate, empty fields on either side.
Suddenly, a mysterious figure clad in a flowing red robe and hood materialized in the air above one of the vehicles, his gaze sweeping the horizon.
Beneath his hood, he wore a blood-lined mask marked with the symbol of a vertical pupil—θ. His crimson robes billowed in the evening wind.
Behind him, a massive scarlet eye, over a meter tall, slowly opened and scanned the surroundings.
"No one's come out yet. It seems Gongsun Ze must have already dealt with everyone inside." The red-robed man's voice was indifferent. "I told you—we didn't even need to bother cleaning up this mess."
"Geng Gui, drop the lazy attitude."
As the scarlet eye pulsed, a cold voice spoke through it. "The emergence of this god-level disaster realm is crucial to our plans. We cannot afford failure."
"Yeah, yeah~" Geng Gui's tone remained languid as he tilted his blood-θ mask, arms crossed. "Though I am curious… What kind of deal did the Garden's owner strike with Anubis? The Evil Gods are insatiable. What price did they pay?"
"Nothing more than offering Him more agents and slaves."
"That's it?"
"Geng Gui, you are not privileged to know more." The scarlet eye's voice remained icy.
"Tch—like I care."
Geng Gui yawned dramatically before glancing up at the field with a sigh. "Seriously, what's taking Gongsun Ze so long? He's already half an hour overdue."
Then, as if remembering something, he added, "Oh, right—weren't there two of our people in there besides Gongsun Ze?"
The scarlet eye replied solemnly, "Yes. Lower-tier followers, codenamed Owl and Octopus. They participated in the 30th Zone's Life Roulette—Game Numbers 11 and 17. Tonight, their mission was to capture Mu Qingtong, the noble daughter of the Mu Family in Taicang. They also entered the Mijia disaster realm."
"Tch. Mu Qingtong… I've heard of her."
Geng Gui sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "She made it into Lingge's Top Ten just for having a pretty face. Hah—this damn world really is unfair."
"Which is precisely why the Garden chose her."
The scarlet eye gleamed with an eerie light. "The Garden will deliver the punishment she deserves."
"Good."
Geng Gui grinned before yawning again, stretching lazily. "Damn it, is Gongsun Ze eating shit in there? What's taking him so long?"
"Patience." The scarlet eye intoned calmly.
"Fine, fine."
An hour passed.
"…You sure that idiot Gongsun Ze didn't screw up?"
"The plan is flawless. There will be no mistakes. Wait."
"Alright, alright."
Two hours passed.
"Still waiting?"
"Geng Gui, to achieve greatness, one must first master patience."
"Wow, so wise! I'll wait then!" Geng Gui nodded—mostly because he had no way to enter the Mijia disaster realm himself. All he could do was wait.
Two and a half hours passed.
The blood-robed man sat cross-legged on the car roof, his head drooping, when he suddenly jerked awake. "Damn it, did that bastard Evil God Anubis break the contract?"
As soon as he spoke, the space above the field twisted violently.
Eight figures emerged from the spatial barrier, stepping into the present world.
Mu Qingtong, Cha Naxue, Yin, and Xia Feng walked forward, followed by three floating armor plates carrying the unconscious bodies of Panda, Chen Xingdao, and Cai Kuihua.
"Huh?" Geng Gui frowned in confusion. Why were so many people still alive? Where was Gongsun Ze?
Just then, the spatial rift shuddered again, as if someone else remained inside.
"Ah, so he's bringing up the rear." Geng Gui's voice trailed off abruptly.
A mysterious figure clad in a black robe and a spade mask stepped out of the disaster realm—and the rift sealed shut behind him.
The moment the Spade Man appeared, the massive scarlet eye atop the off-road vehicle contracted sharply.
Geng Gui lurched to his feet, lost his balance, and tumbled off the car roof. His lazy demeanor vanished as he stared in shock at Anubis's severed head in the Spade Man's grip. "What the hell?!"
"The Evil God is dead?!" The scarlet eye, usually indifferent, flickered with alarm. "Retreat—now!"
"No shit! Damn it—!" Geng Gui leaped into the one-meter-high scarlet pupil, which snapped shut and vanished.
Thousands of miles away, in a dimly lit room, space rippled open. Geng Gui crashed onto the floor, skidded across it, and slammed into the wall before sliding down limply.
"Geng Gui. You look… disheveled."
A woman's calm voice echoed through the room. Under the faint glow of a single lamp, she sat with her back turned, a paintbrush gliding across a canvas. She didn't bother to glance at him.
"Teacher Cang," Geng Gui gasped, scrambling to his knees. "The god-level disaster realm plan—it's failed!"
"Failed?" The woman's brush paused for only a second before resuming. "Explain."
Geng Gui swallowed hard. "The Spade Man… he killed Anubis!"
—Skrrrt!
The woman's brush slipped, leaving a jagged red streak across the canvas. She froze. Three seconds of silence passed before she spoke again, her voice low.
"Scarlet. Show me."
The scarlet vertical pupil behind Geng Gui pulsed, projecting the scene into the room.
After studying it, the woman exhaled through clenched teeth. "Tao again. That organization… they actually possess god-slaying capabilities."
"Teacher Cang," Geng Gui ventured, "the Spade Man isn't a Venerable, right?"
"Just because he isn't one doesn't mean there isn't someone far stronger behind him."
She set down her brush and stood. "Only a god can kill a god. Which means Tao has a deity backing them—and an extraordinarily powerful one at that."
"This changes everything." She turned, her face still shrouded in shadow. "We report this to the owner immediately. You—come with me."
"Yes!"
Back at the field, Xia Feng exhaled in relief as the Burning Heaven forces fled.
Good. Anubis's head worked like a charm.
"Mr. Spade," Cha Naxue began, eyeing the Moon Goddess's Tears in his hand, but the Spade Man and Xia Feng were already climbing into a military off-road vehicle. She hesitated, unsure if she should follow.
A moment later, Xia Feng rolled down the window and waved her over.
Cha Naxue slid into the back seat, heart pounding—only to find the Spade Man gone.
She blinked. "Where… where did he go?"
"Of course he left. Did you expect him to stay for dinner?"
Xia Feng crossed his legs, swinging the Moon Goddess's Tears necklace between his fingers like a pendulum. His lips curled into a sly grin.
"Saint Naxue, it's time to settle your life-debt."
"..."
Cha Naxue glanced at the tinted car windows—completely opaque—then back at Xia Feng's unnerving smile, half-shadowed in the dim interior.
Her cheeks flushed. She bit her lower lip and glared. "Xia Feng, I won't do... that kind of thing!"
Xia Feng: "?"
His smirk froze. "Cha Naxue, your narcissism truly knows no bounds."
He uncrossed his legs with an exasperated sigh. "Frankly, you might be even thicker-skinned than I am."
"..." Cha Naxue stiffened, realizing her misunderstanding. The heat in her face intensified. She pressed her thighs together beneath her snow-white skirt, inhaled sharply to steady herself, and forced her voice into clinical detachment:
"Life-debt repayment. Don't worry—I keep my promises. State your request. If reasonable, I'll fulfill it."
"Excellent, Sister Naxue. Say what you will, I admire your integrity."
Xia Feng's smile returned, though he knew the Spade Man's presence had coerced her compliance. By taking the necklace as the Spade Man, he'd made clear this wasn't a deal with Xia Feng—but with Tao.
Reneging would mean opposing the entire organization.
Cha Naxue's pulse hitched at his praise. She frowned, unsettled by her own reaction. Why did facing Xia Feng now make her... nervous?
Her nails dug into her palms. "Get to the point. What do you want?"
"Simple."
Xia Feng leaned forward. "You're learning the S-Class spirit clothe Moon Goddess Domain, yes? I want it."
"?" Her violet eyes flashed. "You want to train in Double Moons with me?"
"No, no, no—" He wagged a finger. "I want the complete spiritual parchment documenting Moon Goddess Domain's structural arrays. I'll pursue Lone Moon independently."
Lone Moon was a feint—really, Mu Qingtong would learn Double Moons, functionally granting him the same power. Double Moons required specific bonds, which he and Mu Qingtong lacked, but Lone Moon had no such restrictions.
Perfect.
"Impossible." Cha Naxue's voice turned arctic. "I said reasonable requests. Is this a joke?"
"No? Unreasonable?" Xia Feng blinked innocently.
"Obviously!" Her composure cracked.
She massaged her temples. "Listen. Moon Goddess Domain is the Black Moon Church's core heritage. The sole parchment is kept by the Pope. We quasi-saints only access it once yearly—on Inheritance Day."
"The Pope imprints fragments of its spiritual architecture directly into our minds, layered with apex-grade secrecy toxins."
"Ah." Xia Feng's brow furrowed. Mu Qingtong had mentioned such toxins—mental wards that killed anyone attempting to disclose protected secrets.
Typical S-Class precautions.
He nodded. Testing Cha Naxue had been the real goal—gauging how to eventually obtain the clothe. Planting a pawn in the Black Moon Church now could prove useful later.
She'd used him first; this was just reciprocation.
"Pity. Without the S-Class clothe, this complicates things." Xia Feng drummed his fingers on the armrest's wooden panel—tap, tap-tap, tap—an erratic rhythm.
Xia Feng's knuckles rapped against the wooden panel—tap... tap-tap... tap—each strike deliberately uneven.
Cha Naxue's eye twitched. Her obsessive-compulsive tendencies revolted at the irregular rhythm. In the confined quiet of the car, her focus narrowed to that single raised finger—hovering, taunting—
Drop. Just drop it alrea—
THUD.
Her hand shot out, seizing his wrist mid-descent. The final muffled knock died against her palm.
"...Just state your demand." Her usually composed voice frayed at the edges. "Anything but Moon Goddess Domain."
Xia Feng tilted his head. "Let me phrase it this way, Sister Naxue: Your life—and Yin's—are easily worth one S-Class spirit clothe."
"What?"
"Or do you value yourselves below mere equipment?"
"...You're right." Her grip slackened. "It is worth that much." The admission drained her.
"Unfortunately," Xia Feng sighed, "you lack even an A-Class clothe presently. Quite the predicament..." His smile returned. "But debts needn't be settled immediately. You may pay in installments—with interest."
"Interest?"
"Mhm." He leaned closer. "You Black Moon quasi-saints all know the B-Class Slave Contract, yes?"
Xia Feng was well-informed. Every Black Moon saint-elect selected three Guardian Knights bound by this very contract—an unbreakable oath of loyalty. Betrayal meant death. In return, knights gained Guardian Shield, a ability to intercept attacks for their master.
"So you want the contract scroll?" Cha Naxue exhaled. "Though restricted, I could... acquire one."
"Excellent." His fingers brushed the Moon Goddess's Tears around her neck. "But there's more." His whisper feigned tenderness:
"I require you to sign it—with me as your master."
Her breath hitched. "...You wish to be my Guardian Knight?"
Xia Feng's silence answered her.
Realization dawned. Her pupils dilated. "You—you can't mean—"
The necklace's clasp clicked shut. His lips grazed her ear as he murmured:
"You know of my ties to Peach. Surely you understand... the best way to keep secrets?"
(End of Chapter)