Chapter 89 The Possibility of the Dragon God Awakening
Seeing that Black Crow recognized it immediately, Xia Feng no longer hid the truth. With a thought, the Mo Dao at his waist shattered into crimson light, coalescing into an elegant red silhouette beside him.
Yue Hongli gazed calmly at the woman on the throne, her beautiful eyes cool and composed. In a frosty tone, she said, "Master, I sense the aura of a kindred spirit. She is extremely dangerous."
"Is this... the Disaster Contract form?" Black Crow's voice carried a note of surprise as she circled the princess.
The princess's eyes flickered toward her. "A chicken that can fly and talk. You also have the scent of a kindred, though faint. You are a weak chicken."
Black Crow: "?!"
Xia Feng coughed. "Ms. Black Crow, don't mind her. She's still an idiot at the moment."
Hearing her master call her an idiot, the princess placed her hands on her hips and lifted her chin proudly.
Black Crow: "..."
"Ms. Black Crow, since you recognized her as a Star God, do you know which one she is?"
Black Crow studied the princess for a long moment before finally shaking her head.
"It's very strange. The divine aura around her is unfamiliar, yet I feel I should know her. And-" Her pupils contracted slightly. "I also feel an instinctive disgust."
"The ability to make me forget her... It seems she was once erased by the Imaginary River, correct?" Black Crow's tone was calm, her final words not a question but a statement.
Disgust? Had the princess and Black Crow been enemies in the past? Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, silently speculating.
"But what's even stranger is that she is clearly a Star God, yet bears a Disaster Contract."
Black Crow continued, "The Great Calamity's methods extend beyond unleashing natural disasters—it also spreads ruin through pacts with humans. Clearly, she is now one of the Evil Race's Great Calamities."
Xia Feng understood Black Crow's implication. The Star Gods and the Evil Race were two factions whose power systems were fundamentally incompatible. A Star God could not simultaneously be a Great Calamity.
Yet for the princess, whose luck defied the heavens, nothing was impossible.
"Forget it. I've been sealed away for ten thousand years. The outside world must be in chaos by now. It's no surprise if strange things have happened." Black Crow shot the princess a disdainful glance. "Hurry up and leave. The sight of this woman irritates me. We must have had some grudge in the past!"
"..."
Black Crow's irritation was palpable. Xia Feng glanced silently at Yue Hongli beside him.
He could roughly guess that the princess's ability was to bring misfortune upon others. Likely, Black Crow had once suffered greatly because of her—perhaps even catastrophically so.
From this, he ventured a bolder assumption: the princess might not have offended just Black Crow in the past, but countless other Star Gods as well.
Otherwise, with luck so defiant of fate, how could she have fallen to such a state?
The thought sent a prickle down Xia Feng's spine. Damn it, this wasn't a divine weapon—it was a ticking time bomb. Fortunately, the Imaginary River had erased all traces of her past. Now, reborn as if in infancy, she was starting anew. No one remembered her.
So, in a way, the Imaginary River had actually helped her?
Xia Feng shook his head. None of that mattered now. What was important was draining the dragon. Only a few days had passed since his arrival, yet his hunger was already surging again.
He strode slowly toward the evil dragon, glancing back to see the princess stumbling along behind him. Raising a hand, he summoned the crimson light back into his grasp, where it solidified into a wicked blade. He pressed it against the neck of the dragon woman on the throne.
"What are you doing?!" Black Crow exclaimed in shock.
But before she could react, Xia Feng had already tilted the delicate jaw of the throne-bound woman upward, his breath quickening as he leaned in closer.
His heart pounded rapidly as Xia Feng's long-suppressed desires surged forth once more. Wisps of black mist trailed from his crimson lips, seeping into his nose and mouth.
A numbing current shot straight from his tailbone up his spine, waves of ecstasy crashing over him. Every strand of the Evil Dragon woman's malevolent energy carried immense power. In just two breaths, Xia Feng was sated.
[Heart of the Evil Demon Repair Progress: 0.01001%]
[Basic Magic Power Unlocked: Shadow of the Blood Beast]
[***]
Last time, when the Heart of the Evil Demon reached 0.01%, the Shadow of the Blood Beast had activated.
He sensed that each critical threshold unlocked a corresponding ability—the next milestone was 1%.
But.
It took nearly one full absorption session to repair a mere 0.00001%. Xia Feng felt torn apart. This Heart of the Evil Demon was downright absurd.
A rough calculation told him that with his current second-tier spiritual pressure, even if he came to drain the dragon daily, restoring it to 100% would take approximately 27,000 years.
Of course, that assumed the Evil Dragon woman had enough malevolent energy to sustain him.
Lowering the goal to just 1% still meant over 270 years. Xia Feng suddenly realized how distant the next stage of magic power truly was.
But it didn't matter. Lifespan was no longer a concern. Right now, his priority was testing whether he could use the Evil Dragon woman to "recharge" the princess.
Both of the princess's abilities required vast reserves of malevolent energy—especially her second ability, Misfortune Domain.
[Misfortune Domain: When malevolent energy peaks at "1 year," the Misfortune Domain activates. All life within a 30-meter radius receives equal negative fortune.]
The unit "1 year" might sound cryptic, but it equated to roughly a thousand times the energy he'd absorbed when posing as the Spade Man to repel the Evil Society's invasion.
Such an astronomical quantity of malevolent energy was nearly impossible to find in the outside world. The Evil Dragon woman was the most convenient source.
Once satisfied, Xia Feng didn't release her. Instead, he pressed closer. An endless torrent of terrifying malevolent energy overflowed, flooding into both him and the princess.
"Ah~~" The princess shuddered, her voice trembling within Xia Feng's mind. "Master~~ What is this?! Wait—"
Xia Feng groaned as well. The surging malevolent energy scoured his spine, channeled through his arms into the Ancient Warblade in his grip. His entire body ached with a tingling soreness.
Yet he didn't stop. He sucked harder.
"Master! S-slow down~~~"
The princess's usually icy voice wavered, now laced with unfamiliar emotion.
[Misfortune Domain Charge: 14%... 28%... 70.126168%]
Fluttering—
Black Crow tumbled off her perch midair. Righting herself, she stared at the throne, pupils wide with shock. Her lazy tone now brimmed with disbelief:
"What is this?!"
For the first time, she glimpsed the possibility—the Dragon God might awaken!
(End of Chapter)