"The fairy tale book under the pillow♪"
"Secretly hoarded happiness♪"
A cool and ethereal woman's singing voice emanated from the room, but her voice fluctuated, continuously going off-key.
"The young me wants to express some feelings♪"
"Lost, a deer in the forest♪"
As the song neared its end, it gradually turned into something resembling rap, pronounced one word at a time, which sounded quite comical.
"Will, will it—will it encounter a witch♪"
"Pfft~" Xia Feng couldn't hold it in and cracked a smile.
"!!!"
The voice inside the room abruptly stopped, descending into dead silence.
Xia Feng's pupils shrank—crap! He instinctively turned his head, intending to run.
Clack—
The door swung open with a bang against the wall.
Xia Feng's attempt to escape stalled; he turned stiffly to see a maid with rose-red medium-short curly hair standing in front of the door, staring at him with an expressionless face.
The maid stepped aside, and behind her on a podium stood a woman in a black dress, holding a songbook, similarly staring at him expressionlessly.
Mu Qingtong's gaze slowly shifted to the maid, "Fei, what's going on?"
"Master, I didn't sense anyone approaching..." The maid pursed her lips, equally baffled. With her capabilities, even if a Third Rank Spirit Master approached, she would have detected them quickly, rather than only when they were practically at the door...
"Ha~well—I was just passing by~" Xia Feng slapped his forehead and walked towards the right side of the corridor, "Look at my memory, the bathroom should be this side—"
"Fei."
"Understood!"
As the maid let out an indifferent low shout, Xia Feng only saw a blur before him, then felt as though he was a chicken being grabbed by the neck, whooshing through the air and accurately landing in a classroom seat.
Clang—
The door was shut roughly.
They turned around slowly, their faces calm.
"What exactly did you hear?" Mu Qingtong's golden eyes narrowed slightly.
"..."
Man, that was rough—Xia Feng pursed his lips and took a deep breath, straightened his collar casually, crossed his legs, tilted his head up slightly, and smiled, "Clearly, whatever I should have heard or shouldn't have heard, I heard it all."
Hearing this, a hint of uneasiness flashed across Mu Qingtong's face, her lips tightened, and she suddenly felt a little urge to silence him.
Singing was her only weakness.
From childhood, whatever she did, she could quickly excel and then become bored and disinterested.
But then, at the age of sixteen...
She took an interest in singing on a whim, and to her astonishment, she—the magnificent Mu Qingtong, a prodigy destined to stand above all—was tone-deaf?!
She really didn't believe it and so, over the years, apart from reading and experimenting, singing had become her favorite pastime.
She believed she would conquer this domain eventually!
But at the moment, there seemed to be some obstacles.
"Miss Mu, you wouldn't want everyone to know how bad your singing is, would you?" Xia Feng said with a smile.
Mu Qingtong's face remained unperturbed, her eyes and brows curving slightly, "Are you threatening me?"
"I just want to make a deal with you."
Xia Feng said casually, "I can keep my mouth shut, but you should give me something for my trouble, like money, an Extraordinary Fruit, Infinite Stone or something, oh the Infinite Stone is contraband, better not. How about the Extraordinary Fruit?"
Watching Xia Feng's smirking face, Mu Qingtong spoke in a calm voice, "I don't have the Extraordinary Fruit, but I do have the Infinite Stone, do you dare to take it?"
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"!"
Well, look at you! You really have it? Xia Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he snorted coldly, "What's there to fear? I dare to ask for it, but do you dare give it to me?"
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"Oh, I indeed wouldn't dare."
Miss Mu replied lightly.
"?" Xia Feng choked, Why aren't you playing by the rules?
"Tsk~~" Miss Mu's lips curled slightly, her tone gentle yet laced with mockery, "Mr. Xia, never overestimate yourself, nor underestimate others. You actually wanted the Infinite Stone all along, didn't you?"
"...I haven't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense! Be careful, or I'll accuse you of defamation!" Xia Feng denied vehemently with righteous indignation, "This item is prohibited; why would I want such a thing?!"
Miss Mu chuckled, casually pulled up a chair in front of Xia Feng, crossed her legs elegantly beneath her serene black dress and rested her hands on her thighs as she sat, "Mr. Xia, I think now we can have a proper conversation."
Looking at the woman's bright, twinkling, and upturned beautiful eyes, Xia Feng's brows slightly furrowed. He hated matching wits with intelligent people—it made him seem brash.
"Fine, what do you want to talk abou—"
He was midway through speaking when Miss Mu suddenly interrupted him bluntly, "I'll give you a piece of news, the one who tried to assassinate you in the Evil Dragon Forest was from the Black Moon Church."
"?" Xia Feng paused, his expression puzzled, "How do you know someone was after my life?"
"You don't seem surprised that the Black Moon Church is behind it?"
Miss Mu did not answer directly but nodded thoughtfully, murmured to herself, "Looks like you likely learned this information from the assassin... So, did you really manage to counter-kill the Second Order assassin in such a short time?"
Miss Mu had her doubts about Xia Feng managing to counter-kill the assassin so quickly; after all, the chances were pretty high that Xia Feng had escaped from the assassin by some unknown means.
But now it seemed that Xia Feng truly did quickly counter-kill the Second Order assassin and had gotten information about the Black Moon Church from him. This suggested that the assassin probably pleaded for his life, which seemed quite unbelievable.
"..." Xia Feng's breath caught in his throat, nearly choking him, Great, so this is how you play, huh!
Buddy was playing you with my heart, and you're playing games with my mind, Xia Feng decided to keep silent, golden silence, lest this wicked woman trap him in more of her words!
"How did you counter-kill him?" Miss Mu curiously stared at Xia Feng, bombarding him with questions.
Seeing Xia Feng turn his head away without speaking, Miss Mu didn't mind. She had plenty of time to probe this guy's secrets.
Thinking to herself, she hooked the corner of her lips with a pleased mood, her only flaw being tone-deaf, yet her opponent also had his weaknesses—his intelligence was only at a normal human level.
Round three, a tie!
Miss Mu secretly noted the status of their contest.
As for the first round, Spiritual Pressure was evenly matched—a tie.
The second round was about appearance, and she admitted that this guy's looks could indeed compete with hers—a tie.
Three battles, three ties, things were getting more and more interesting.
She leaned back in the chair, propping her arm on the table, the black lace glove supporting her cheek, "Mr. Xia, would you like to know who from the Black Moon Church sent an assassin after you?"
Xia Feng showed no emotion, his face expressionless, "You know?"
"Information exchange, tell me how you counter-killed the assassin?" Miss Mu proposed languidly.
"I'll take my leave." Xia Feng stood up and walked away.
Miss Mu silently watched the young man's retreating back until he walked past the threshold, then she suddenly spoke up, "Yan Xujia, a Second Order Knight of the Church Court."
Yan Xujia? Xia Feng stopped in his tracks, stunned. That name... he clearly remembered, Cha Naixue had three Guardian Knights—Silver, Panda, Yan Xujia!
After a moment of silence, Xia Feng slowly turned around. Naturally, he wouldn't blindly believe her words, but he also secretly noted this in his heart.
"Where did you get this piece of news from?"
"You don't need to know that."
Miss Mu's eyes narrowed slightly behind the gold-rimmed glasses, "But I've warned you as much as I have, yet you seem... not to understand why Cha Naixue's subordinate would want to kill you?"
"This—should I understand?" Xia Feng looked confused.
He had no grudges against Cha Naixue, and he'd barely exchanged a few words with her subordinates; he truly couldn't fathom when he had offended Cha Naixue's power.
Seeing Xia Feng's bewildered expression, Miss Mu nodded as if she had come to a realization, "Right, that's a secret known only to the higher-ups of the Black Moon Church. It's normal that you wouldn't understand."
Xia Feng pursed his lips and then sat down again earnestly, "I'd like to hear the details."