Chapter 91 Do Dare You to Kill Me?
Black Crow watched as Xia Feng nodded thoughtfully and chuckled. "Well? Have you made up your mind?"
"Yeah."
Black Crow pressed further. "So?"
Xia Feng glanced at the leaf-covered sky. "I think my mother might be calling me home for dinner." He waved his hand and turned to leave.
"Wait, stop!" Black Crow snapped, frustration boiling over. "Fine, I surrender to you!"
She hadn't expected Xia Feng to be so stubborn and sighed in resignation. "Look, you don't have to wake Lady Di Si right now. Let's put it this way—you don't need to decide immediately, but you should keep an eye out for 'Soul Summoning Wood' in the outside world. If you find it, you must obtain it."
"Soul Summoning Wood?" Xia Feng turned back, puzzled.
"Yes. Awakening Lady Di Si is no small matter. Such an unusual event could attract the attention of certain gods. That's why it's best to use the 'Soul Summoning Wood' before waking her—it'll ensure the process doesn't cause any major disturbances."
"From the way you're talking, does she have a lot of enemies out there?" Xia Feng's eyelids twitched.
Black Crow hesitated briefly before shaking her head. "Not enemies, exactly. But there are some precautions we need to take for your sake."
"Alright, I understand."
Xia Feng waved dismissively and exited the evil dragon's space.
With the princess's current abilities, he estimated that continuously draining the evil dragon for two or three hours would be enough to wake it. But the real issue was whether he should.
There was no telling what kind of dragon it truly was. What if it woke up in a foul mood and decided to kill him on the spot?
The chances were slim, of course. Black Crow had assured him that Lady Di Si wouldn't harm him—but who knew if that deceitful bird was lying?
After all, based on Xia Feng's experience, appearances could be dangerously misleading.
Some people seemed gentle, their smiling eyes warm and inviting, only to hide hearts as cold and ruthless as a demon's, capable of slaughter without hesitation.
Others wore faces of cunning but were, in truth, simpletons who could only parrot, "The master's word is absolute."
As for the evil dragon lady, she was undeniably beautiful—the kind of beauty that could make one abandon all reason just to admire her. At first glance, she didn't seem like a villain.
But beneath that radiant, saintly exterior might lurk a devil's heart, one that devoured men whole without leaving a trace.
So while the title of a god's envoy was tempting, it was little more than a bonus in his current situation.
Xia Feng decided to bide his time.
First, he'd track down the Soul Summoning Wood. Then, once he had it, he'd reconsider whether waking the evil dragon lady was worth the risk.
Speaking of the Soul Summoning Wood, he did have some recollection of it. Also known as the Summoning Spirit Evil, it resembled a piece of wood—hence its name—and possessed the eerie ability to make the dead speak.
However, it was dim-witted, weak in power, and exceedingly rare. Its negligible evil energy also meant people often forgot it was an evil entity at all.
But that wasn't the main point. What mattered was that Xia Feng vaguely remembered seeing it in the Wheel of Life's auction, bought by a player with a hefty sum of life points.
"Right, I almost forgot about the Wheel of Life."
Xia Feng retrieved the soul stone containing Player No. 11 and channeled spiritual pressure into it. Slowly, a translucent soul emerged, hovering in the air.
Now that it was outside, the soul stone's absorption kept the soul from dissipating too quickly—but it would only last two minutes.
After two minutes, the spirit body would fade from solid to ethereal, becoming untouchable before finally dissipating entirely.
Xia Feng wasted no time. He activated the Vermilion Bird Armor, then placed a blade into No. 11's hand, forcing the spectral fingers to grip it tightly.
Slowly, he pressed his neck toward the blade's edge.
In the Wheel of Life game, he only had five health points—a pitifully low amount.
But if No. 11 killed him, that player would gain a substantial number of life points. Then, Xia Feng could copy No. 11's spirit weapon, assume his identity, squander his accumulated points, and move on to the next target. Rinse and repeat.
It was perfect!
The only uncertainty was whether the Wheel of Life would recognize this self-engineered death as a legitimate kill for No. 11.
He hoped so.
Eager, Xia Feng leaned closer, his neck nearly grazing the blade—but then reconsidered.
Instead, he repositioned the blade over his heart.
For an evil demon, the heart was the core. Damage it, and death followed. Even without a brain, the body could still function.
The optimized Vermilion Bird Armor could restore his spirit and heart on a conceptual level, effectively reshaping a new body—a mimicry of true resurrection.
Had he been using the unoptimized version, he wouldn't have dared.
The inferior armor only boosted spiritual pressure upon breaking, lacking any conceptual restoration.
"It doesn't hurt. It won't hurt at all," Xia Feng muttered through clenched teeth.
Then, gripping No. 11's fading hand, he forced it downward in one sharp motion—plunging the blade into his own heart.
"Ghk—!"
His vision blurred. Knees buckling, he collapsed forward with a heavy thud.
"Damn it… No. 11… you dare… kill me…?"
The spirit: "…?"
Boom.
Silence.
In the dim room, the man lay motionless, a pool of blood spreading beneath him.
Then—
A pale flame erupted beside the corpse, swirling rapidly into a human silhouette.
As the fire dissipated, a naked body took shape.
[You died.]
[You revived.]
[Spiritual pressure greatly enhanced. Temporary leap effect activated.]
[Level 2 → Level 3 (Duration: 30 minutes)]
[Copy slot +1]
[Current copy slots: 2+1 (Note: Upon exiting rebirth state, copied spirit weapons will be temporarily sealed and unusable)]
[Current spirit weapons: Forest Scepter (C), Vermilion Bird Armor (B)]
[Detected replicable spirit weapon: N·Wind Listening Ring]
[Copy?]
Only rank N? Trash.
Still, Xia Feng mentally confirmed: "Copy."
[Copy successful.]
[N·Wind Listening Ring]
[Ability: Wind Listening – Any individual within a 10-meter radius who hears your voice can be sensed by you.]
The description triggered a memory.
Back in the Evil Dragon Forest, No. 11 had been murmuring while walking, utterly confident in tracking Xia Feng's location.
But Mu Qingtong's Qingtong Mask had nullified it entirely.
That mask resisted all detection from spirit weapons below rank A—rendering No. 11's Wind Listening Ring useless.
As the copy finalized, kill confirmation data flooded Xia Feng's mind:
[You preyed on Player No. 10.]
[Reward: 4 life points. Current phase: Hunting & Predation (Points doubled).]
[No. 10 loses 4 points. You gain 8.]
[You killed Player No. 10. Acquired all non-skill cards (15 total).]
[Bonus: 5 life points for headhunting.]
[Total gained: 8 + 5 = 13 points.]
[Current life points: 13 + 13 = 26.]
Good. Very good.
Originally, his No. 10 identity had a meager five points. Now? Twenty-six.
Enough to buy something worthwhile.
(End of Chapter)