"The only ice-element talent stronger than this Ice Spirit Physique is probably the Ice Phoenix Maiden and Ice Element Calamity, right…?"
However, he did not show his surprise, but quickly composed himself and focused on the matter at hand.
He channeled his spiritual power, completely clearing the Bewitching Demon Spider demon power attached to Mu Ningxue.
Mu Ningxue only felt her spirit lighten, and her previously agitated emotions calmed down.
"Thank you," Mu Ningxue said softly.
Just then, Shana ran back from outside, dragging the massive corpse of a Bewitching Demon Spider in her mouth.
The spider's head was half the size of a room, its eyes densely clustered between its head and face, and its entire face resembled a twisted, grotesque mask covered in messy flesh patterns, looking utterly horrifying.
"Awoo~"
Shana dropped the Bewitching Demon Spider's corpse in front of Wang Feng, sticking out her tongue, and looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for praise.
"Well done!" Wang Feng smiled and reached out to pat Shana's lowered head.
Afterward, he summoned Shana back to the Dimensional Plane, letting it rest well.
"What are you all standing around for? Quickly clear out a resting area. We'll complete the remaining survey points tomorrow morning, and then we can head back!" Wang Feng turned and shouted at everyone.
"Oh, oh!"
The students from both academies finally recovered from the terrifying appearance of the Bewitching Demon Spider and began to busy themselves, continuing to clean the church.
Wang Feng, meanwhile, took out a dagger specifically used for dissecting demon beast corpses and began to carefully cut apart the Bewitching Demon Spider's body.
The most valuable parts of the Bewitching Demon Spider were naturally its silk, venom sac, and eyes. These materials all possessed bewitching abilities and were considered extremely precious Spirit-grade materials.
As he dissected, he pondered the uses for these materials in his mind.
Soon, an interesting idea surfaced in his mind: "These spider silks and eyes could be used to make bewitching silk stocking magical tools for Xin Xia and Jiaojiao…"
Thinking of this, the corners of Wang Feng's mouth couldn't help but curl slightly upward.
…
Night.
Lu Zhenghe came alone to a giant rock several hundred meters away from the church, his expression anxious and uneasy.
"Brother, why aren't you here yet!" Lu Zhenghe muttered in a low voice, with a hint of urgency and dissatisfaction.
His gaze occasionally darted towards the church, his eyes filled with jealousy and resentment.
Whenever he saw Mu Ningxue's gaze subtly fall on Wang Feng, his heart felt as if it were being burned by a raging fire, the pain unbearable.
"Wang Feng… I will definitely make you pay!" Lu Zhenghe growled through clenched teeth, his fists tightly balled, his fingernails almost digging into his palms.
Just then, a playful voice came from behind him: "Your brother should still be on his way, but you won't be waiting for his arrival."
Lu Zhenghe trembled all over, suddenly jumped up from the giant rock, and quickly turned around.
When he saw Wang Feng's sneering face, his complexion instantly turned pale.
"You… what are you saying?" Lu Zhenghe stammered.
Wang Feng crossed his arms, playfully saying, "Don't recognize me? It's fine, I never intended for you to admit it."
Lu Zhenghe's heart rate suddenly accelerated, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.
He subconsciously took a step back, his voice trembling: "You… what do you want to do?"
Wang Feng's lips curled into a cold smile: "Nothing, just helping me test a new skill."
Before he finished speaking, Wang Feng's eyes suddenly became eerie and pitch-black, as if a deep abyss devouring all light.
"Curse Mist!"
Lu Zhenghe only felt a blackness before his eyes, and his entire being was enveloped by a strange black mist.
Immediately after, his soul felt as if it was being violently torn by an invisible hand, the intense pain almost making him collapse.
He wanted to scream, but found his throat was blocked by something, unable to make any sound.
His body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes wide, his pupils gradually dilating.
After about three minutes, the black mist gradually dispersed.
Lu Zhenghe knelt on the ground, his eyes lifeless, a trickle of saliva at the corner of his mouth, his entire being having lost its soul, leaving only an empty shell.
"Devouring the soul of a good-for-nothing is so slow. It seems I need to go into the Three Step Tower and cultivate my Curse System properly."
He walked in front of Lu Zhenghe, placed his hand on his crown, and whispered, "Puppet!"
As Wang Feng's voice fell, a wisp of spiritual power drifted from his glabella, slowly merging into Lu Zhenghe's glabella.
Immediately after, a strange sensation surged into Wang Feng's heart—he felt as if he had entered a virtual character, sharing Lu Zhenghe's vision, and even being able to control his body to cast magic.
"Interesting, it's like operating a VR character," Wang Feng muttered softly, trying to control Lu Zhenghe's body.
However, the process of casting magic seemed very clumsy, as if there was network lag, with a basic spell taking several seconds to complete.
"Although there's some delay, it's barely usable." Wang Feng nodded in satisfaction.
He estimated the consumption of spiritual power and found that with his current spiritual power, controlling Lu Zhenghe for several days was completely fine.
He then controlled 'Lu Zhenghe' and returned to the church.
…
The next morning.
After a night of rest, everyone's energy and magic power had returned to their peak state.
Led by Wang Feng, they quickly completed the remaining survey tasks and then returned along the path they had come.
Returning to the abandoned railway, the journey was filled with laughter and joy.
It was unclear what Mu Ningjiao and Mu Ningxue talked about, but the two of them walked side by side, getting along well, completely forgetting about Wang Feng's existence.
As they walked, a group of figures suddenly appeared not far away.
The figures wore identical uniforms, and upon closer inspection, it was discovered that they were uniforms similar to those of military mages.
However, strangely, they did not wear military mage badges on their chests, nor did they have any unit identification marks.
"Old Wang, something's not quite right," Mo Fan whispered into Wang Feng's ear.
His intuition told him that this group of people meant trouble.
"I can tell," Wang Feng nodded.
Just then, 'Lu Zhenghe' suddenly broke into a joyful smile and shouted at the group of figures:
"Boss, you're finally here!"
However, what came was not 'Children, don't be afraid,' but a demonic whisper:
"Except for my brother Lu Zhenghe and Wang Feng, leave no one else alive!"
'Lu Zhenghe's' expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "Wait! Boss, have you made a mistake? Mu Ningxue and the others…"
"Idiot! Hurry up and get over here!" Lu Nian roared sharply.
'Lu Zhenghe' was stunned. Just as he was about to run towards Lu Nian, he was firmly grabbed by Wang Feng's mind control and could not move.
"Boss, save me, Boss!"
Upon seeing this, Lu Nian's face darkened.
How could his brother be so foolish!
What to do if he suddenly didn't want to save him anymore?