Chapter 21: The Disadvantages of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix
"Fairy Tale Book Under the Pillow"
"Private Collection of Happiness"
A cold and quiet female singing voice came from the room, but the voice was constantly out of tune.
"What do I want to express as a teenager?"
"The Lost Deer in the Forest"
The song gradually became more like rap toward the end, with each word pronounced with certainty, which sounded a bit funny.
"Will I, will I—will I meet a witch?"
"Pfft~" Xia Feng couldn't help but grin.
"!!!"
The sound in the room suddenly stopped, falling into dead silence.
Xia Feng's pupils shrank. Damn it! He subconsciously turned around and tried to run.
Snap—
The door opened and hit the wall with a thud.
Xia Feng paused mid-escape and turned his head stiffly. A maid with rose-red, medium-length curly hair stood in the doorway, staring at him expressionlessly.
The maid stepped aside, revealing the woman in a black skirt standing behind her on the podium, holding a lyrics book and staring at him with an equally expressionless face.
Mu Qingtong's eyes slowly shifted to the maid. "Fei, what's wrong?"
"Master, I didn't sense anyone approaching." The maid pursed her lips, also puzzled. With her abilities, even a third-level spiritualist wouldn't have been able to get this close without her noticing.
"Ha~ That's it~ I was just passing by~" Xia Feng slapped his head and walked to the right side of the corridor. "Look at my memory, the restroom should be over here—"
"Fei."
"Understood!"
Following the maid's cold shout, Xia Feng felt a flash before his eyes. The next moment, he was like a hen being held by the neck, flying into the classroom and landing precisely on a chair.
Bang!
The door was shut roughly.
They turned around slowly, their faces calm.
"What did you hear?" Mu Qingtong narrowed her golden eyes.
"..."
How rude. Xia Feng pursed his lips, took a deep breath, straightened his collar, crossed his legs, and smiled slightly. "Obviously, I heard everything I should and shouldn't have heard."
Hearing this, Mu Qingtong's face flashed with a hint of discomfort, and her red lips tightened. She suddenly felt the urge to silence him.
Singing was her only weakness.
From childhood to adulthood, no matter what she did, she would quickly reach the top level, only to become bored and lose interest.
But when she was sixteen, she accidentally developed an interest in singing—and was stunned. She, Mu Qingtong, a genius destined to stand above all others, was tone-deaf?!
She refused to believe it. Over the years, aside from reading books and conducting experiments, her biggest hobby had been singing.
She believed she would conquer this field sooner or later!
But now, there seemed to be an obstacle.
"Ms. Mu, you don't want everyone to know that your singing is terrible, do you?" Xia Feng said with a smile.
Mu Qingtong didn't look panicked at all. Her eyebrows slightly curved. "Are you threatening me?"
"I just want to make a deal with you."
Xia Feng spoke casually. "I can keep my mouth shut, but you'll have to give me something in return—like money, extraordinary fruit, or Infinite Stone. Oh, Infinite Stone is contraband, so let's skip that. How about extraordinary fruit?"
Looking at Xia Feng's smiling face, Mu Qingtong said calmly, "I don't have any extraordinary fruit, but I do have Infinite Stone. Do you dare to take it?"
"!"
Goodness! You really have it? Xia Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he snorted coldly. "Why not? I dare to ask for it, but do you dare to give it to me?"
"Oh, I really don't dare."
Mu Qingtong replied indifferently.
"?" Xia Feng choked. Why aren't you playing by the rules?
"Tsk~~" Mu Qingtong's lips curled slightly, her tone gentle but laced with sarcasm. "Mr. Xia, never overestimate yourself, and never underestimate others. You actually want the Infinite Stone, don't you?"
"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense! Be careful, or I'll sue you for defamation!" Xia Feng denied three times, speaking righteously. "This is contraband. Why would I need something like that?!"
Mu Qingtong smiled, pulled out a chair, and sat down in front of Xia Feng. She crossed her legs under her elegant black skirt, sitting upright with her hands on her thighs. "Mr. Xia, I think we can have a good talk now."
Looking at the woman's bright and beautiful eyes, Xia Feng frowned slightly. He hated arguing with smart people—it made him look reckless.
"Okay, what do you want to talk about—"
Before he could finish, Mu Qingtong interrupted him bluntly. "I have a message for you. The person who tried to assassinate you in the Evil Dragon Forest was from the Black Moon Church."
"?" Xia Feng was stunned, his expression puzzled. "How do you know someone was chasing me?"
"You don't seem surprised at all that the Black Moon Church is behind this?"
Mu Qingtong didn't answer but nodded thoughtfully, speaking to herself. "It seems you may have learned this information from the assassin. So, did you really kill that second-level assassin in such a short time?"
Mu Qingtong hadn't fully believed that Xia Feng could kill the assassin so quickly. After all, it was possible that Xia Feng had escaped through some unknown means.
But now, it seemed that Xia Feng had indeed killed the second-level assassin quickly and even extracted information about the Black Moon Church from him. This meant the assassin might have begged for mercy, which was incredible.
"..." Xia Feng almost choked on his breath. Okay, okay, let's play it this way, huh?
My buddy is close to you, but you're playing tricks on me. Xia Feng decided to keep silent to avoid being tricked by this evil woman again!
"How did you kill him?" Mu Qingtong stared at Xia Feng curiously, pressing for answers.
Seeing Xia Feng remain silent, Mu Qingtong didn't care. She had plenty of time to uncover his secrets.
Thinking this, the corners of her lips curled up, and she was in a good mood. Her only shortcoming was being tone-deaf, but her opponent also had a flaw—his IQ was only at the normal level.
The third round ended in a tie!
Mu Qingtong secretly noted the outcome of the battle.
As for the first round, their spiritual pressure was evenly matched—a draw.
The second round was about appearance, and she admitted that the boy's looks were indeed comparable to hers—another tie.
Three rounds, three draws. Things were getting more and more interesting.
She leaned back in her chair, resting her arm on the table, her black lace-gloved hand supporting her cheek. "Mr. Xia, do you want to know who in the Black Moon Church sent someone to assassinate you?"
Xia Feng showed no emotion, his face expressionless. "You know?"
"Exchange information. Tell me how you killed the assassin," Mu Qingtong said leisurely.
"Goodbye." Xia Feng stood up and left.
Mu Qingtong silently watched the boy's retreating figure. As he walked out the door, she suddenly said, "Yan Xujia, a second-level knight of the Holy Church."
Yan Xujia? Xia Feng stopped and stood there in a daze. He remembered this name clearly. Cha Naxue had three guardian knights—Yin, Panda, and Yan Xujia!
After a moment of silence, Xia Feng slowly turned around. He wouldn't easily believe her words, but he kept this information in mind.
"Where did you get this news?"
"You don't need to know that."
Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly behind her gold-rimmed glasses. "But I've reminded you to this extent, and you still don't seem to understand why Cha Naxue's men want to kill you?"
"This—should I understand?" Xia Feng looked confused.
He had no grudges against Cha Naxue and had hardly spoken to her subordinates. He couldn't figure out when he had offended Cha Naxue's forces.
Seeing Xia Feng's puzzled look, Mu Qingtong nodded thoughtfully. "That's right. This matter is also a secret known only to the top leaders of the Black Moon Church. It's normal that you don't understand."
Xia Feng pursed his lips, walked back, and sat down again. "I'd like to hear the details."
(End of Chapter)