25. Star God Proxy

Yan Xujia: "What do you mean?"

"Simple, I don't have that damn pocket watch you're talking about. Lost it a long time ago."

Xia Feng clicked his tongue. Now that he was in such a relationship with Cha Naixue, how could he possibly still keep the pocket watch? To reminisce about the past?

"Bang!" The knight who had first confidently stepped forward to introduce himself couldn't hold back his anger. He slapped the table with his palm and said in a displeased, deep voice, "Xia Feng, don't refuse the toast only to drink a forfeit!"

"Xia Feng, is there any point in fobbing me off with such a boring excuse?"

Yan Xujia obviously didn't believe such a bullshit excuse. After all, the pocket watch was the token of affection Cha Naixue gave to Xia Feng, so Xia Feng should surely take good care of it.

With one hand propped on the dining table and slightly bending forward, he knocked a lighter on the table, producing a dull thud: "I'll emphasize one last time, hand over the pocket watch."

"Not for nothing, Yan Xujia."

Xia Feng frowned. "Are you a pig? Can't you understand human speech?"

"!!!" Yan Xujia's breathing hitched, and a nameless rage ignited within him.

But he quickly suppressed the anger in his heart, knowing he absolutely mustn't start a fight with this guy here!

However, seeing that the other party was so stubborn, Yan Xujia's patience was completely exhausted.

With a swish, he pulled out a chair,

"Xia Feng, if you truly care about Nai Xue, you should understand that completely severing ties with her is the best way to help her!"

He suppressed the rage and said with a displeased, cold voice, "Moreover, Nai Xue's attitude towards you is clear. What's the point of clinging to her like this?"

Looking at this stupid dog immersed in his own world, Xia Feng inexplicably thought of a Pomeranian he had raised in his past life. It always bullied others, barking and challenging people everywhere.

The more you talk to it, the more excited it gets, constantly causing trouble for its owner.

In his past life, Xia Feng had actually seen plenty of such people. When they believe you have a problem, you have a problem, and any further explanation seems like an excuse to them.

They adopt a stance of not listening, not believing, not caring, with a kind of beauty as if their brain stem was missing.

Seeing Xia Feng's gaze slightly filled with mockery, Yan Xujia's temples throbbed with pulsing veins, suppressing his anger. He was a cultured and high-status aristocrat; he wouldn't stoop to brawling with such a lowlife.

In fact, he had already offered very generous conditions. Opportunities like climbing from a lowlife to aristocracy were something many people could not even dream of obtaining.

But Xia Feng still appeared indifferent, making him realize that this matter would not be as easily resolved as in the past.

There are plenty of fools in the world who think everyone else is an idiot, but he isn't one. Yan Xujia clearly knew whom he should not provoke,

And who could be trampled underfoot by him.

This was also the reason he had been so arrogant over the years, yet not resented by others, because those who resented him were dead.

Xia Feng was obviously someone he could trample underfoot, so there was no need to rush. Yan Xujia glanced at the dark-haired youth seated there.

He couldn't be bothered with more talk and slowly straightened his cuffs:

"Xia Feng, you can either gain the friendship of the entire Northern Territory's aristocracy, or you can stupidly act as a brash young fool. It's your call."

"I'll give you one day to make a wise choice."

Having said that, he turned, gestured with his hand, and a group of people surrounded him and leisurely left the dining room.

Once they left, the tension in the dining room dissipated, and soon, scattered whispers spread.

Mushroom's heart, which was held in suspense, finally relaxed a bit, but she could still feel the weight of numerous gazes around her—filled with mockery, curiosity, rubbernecking, and schadenfreude.

The fact that Xia Feng was the fiancé of Mu Qingtong certainly displeased many people, who were naturally eager to see him come to grief.

Mushroom concernedly glanced at Xia Feng and whispered, "Are you okay?"

"Relax. If it comes to it, just a fight will do." Xia Feng patted Mushroom on the shoulder. The Empire's laws were strict; fighting or even killing someone in public was definitely out of the question.

But he already had a plan to kill someone.

However, before dealing with this guy, he'd need to perform a Spiritual Unsealing first.

Although shaking her head, Mushroom continued, "Although Yan Xujia is also First Rank, I've heard his Spiritual Artifact is very strong, effortlessly contending against Second Order Spirit Masters in cross-rank battles. If he harbors thoughts of assassinating you..."

"Don't worry, he's already missed his best opportunity. Now, with the amount of attention on me, he wouldn't dare make any more moves."

And someone like Yan Xujia, a second son striving for a title, cannot afford too many mistakes.

But he also couldn't let his guard down.

While thus reassuring Mushroom, Xia Feng himself remained alert. It seemed imperative to obtain the Infinite Stone and enter the Evil Dragon Space again.

Relying solely on Mu Qingtong's genius and the immortality of the Evil Demon Heart wouldn't do. Only by successfully awakening a Spiritual Artifact and adding one more card to his hand could he feel more secure.

Mushroom was about to ask something else when Xia Feng already stood up, "Are we still playing the game? If you're not playing, then I'm heading home, okay?"

Mushroom's attention was immediately captured, her eyes bright with excitement as she quickly stood up and pushed Xia Feng's shoulder, "Come on, come on! You haven't played with me for so long!"

Mushroom was an otaku, loving video games, novels, TV dramas... any indoor entertainment activity that didn't involve going outside.

And indeed, she belonged to that group of people who could call the shots online but were meek and compliant in reality—a severe case of a homebody.

It was because of her socially anxious and slightly reclusive, weak nature that she hardly had any real-life friends. It wasn't easy to catch Xia Feng in a heroic rescue, and naturally, she'd drag him into duo queue every day.

They arrived at Mushroom's house.

Her home was somewhat far from school—a standalone villa.

Yes, that's right, the kind with a garden, swimming pool, bar area, spa, gym, and so forth—a luxurious villa.

The spacious house was occupied by her alone.

It looked cold and desolate no matter how you looked at it.

According to Mushroom herself, all of these were the inheritance left by her mother, and she didn't elaborate further.

Xia Feng didn't ask where her father had gone either; after all, it was a painful subject for her.

That said, it was clear that Mushroom was a bona fide little rich girl.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to skip the expensive courses that cost 300,000 per semester just because she didn't feel like attending.

"Feng, really, if you're willing to cross-dress, I can pay you," Mushroom sat cross-legged on the sofa in her bear pajamas. Under her light green, slightly curled hair, her delicate little face appeared serious and sincere.

I won't even accept Freya's easy money, and you think I'd take yours? Dream on, Xia Feng thought, too lazy to bother with her, and he took out a VR multiplayer fighting game called "Star God Agent" from the game box.

"Playing this one, right?"

"Yes, yes, that's the one!"

Entering the game interface, Mushroom eagerly put on her gaming headset, excitedly waving her little fist, "Wait and see, this time I'm definitely going to blow up your Moon God Agent!"

The game "Star God Agent" was adapted from legendary tales of gods.

The legends talk about dozens of gods that dwell in a place called the Star Realm, an otherworldly space-time. Thus, they were known to the world as Star Gods.

And the Black Moon Goddess worshipped by the Black Moon Church is one of these Star Gods.

The so-called Star God Agents are humans blessed and favored by the Star Gods, able to communicate with them and act on their behalf.

The major Church Courts refer to these individuals as Divine Envoys, Saint Heirs, or Holy Daughters.

That's why the Black Moon Church places such importance on the competition between Holy Daughters.

Once a potential Holy Daughter masters the Moon God Domain and successfully gains the favor of the Black Moon Goddess, in a sense, her status could be on par with the Pope's.

"Sky Pegasus Meteor Fist! Die for me!!"

Mushroom became an Elemental Star God Agent, concisely referred to as Elemental God Agent, and she immediately mounted Xia Feng and started a crushing barrage of attacks.

*

They played all night until the next afternoon.

[Over the course of one night, you have further analyzed the triple-state Spiritual Particle structure of the C-Rank Spiritual Clothes "Three Tails"—39%]

Xia Feng opened his eyes groggily, massaging his sore shoulders while recalling the myriad pieces of knowledge that had suddenly appeared in his mind.

"So this is what C-Rank Spiritual Clothes are like? Pretty simple, huh~~"

He yawned, stood up, and stretched lazily.

[Killing three adult males, you have further refined your killing and backstabbing skills]

"!" His stretch froze mid-air, and Xia Feng swallowed hard. His shoulders gradually relaxed, and he exhaled.

Small problems, they are all small problems.

Just killed a few people, after all, that's the Destructive Witch for you—keep calm, Xia Feng reassured himself with a nod, and he went to the open kitchen to start making dinner.

First, wash the garlic, peel the garlic, chop the garlic.

He picked up the kitchen knife.

[Perfectly decapitating a middle-aged woman, your beheading skills have significantly improved]

The knife hung in mid-air as he stiffly turned his neck to look out the window towards the glaringly bright day, a chill running down his spine. What on Earth was the Destructive Witch doing?!

He suddenly remembered his disrespectful, nonchalant attitude towards Mu Shen yesterday. Was he already on the brink of death...?

Mu Shen, do you think there's still a chance for me? Xia Feng realized it was time to prepare a plan to deal with a possible attack from Mu Qingtong.

Even though their strengths were evenly matched, Mu Qingtong had a more cunning mind than his.

"No, I need to check out the trading post in advance."

Xia Feng put down the knife, wiped his hands, and headed straight out.

"Hey, where are you going?" Mushroom inquired groggily as she sat up.

"You keep sleeping; I'll come back later to cook for you."

Xia Feng paused, then returned to grab his paired knives and Spiritual Energy grenades before hurrying out the door.