I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 135 - 120. I am your most faithful believer!

The Evil Spirit Liquid that had flowed into the Princess’s body, although not absorbed by the Evil Demon Heart, still brought Xia Feng a tiny boost in spiritual power.

It took a long time to increase just by 0.01, and he estimated that an hour of this would probably give him about a 1Soc increase.

The efficiency was slow, but a mosquito’s leg is still meat; Xia Feng wasn’t picky and continued to excitedly accept Evil Dragon Miss’s initiative.

"Ah—ah—ah—"

He couldn’t control himself and let out a cry of pleasure.

After ten minutes like this, Disi finally stopped her actions.

Xia Feng sat limply in front of the Divine Throne, his bare feet pale under the gossamer star dress, the delicate pink of his toenails faintly visible, lightly lifting as if wanting to hook up his jaw, but then she hesitated and quickly set them down again.

The dragon-tailed woman towered above him, her vertical pupils calm, "Do you feel it, human? This is a pain you cannot endure."

[Current spiritual power: 40.1Soc]

Xia Feng caught his breath for a while, lifted his head to look up, and a grin of excitement spread across his lips, "Lady Disi, please increase the intensity!"

Disi had never seen such a stubborn human, who could still smile in the midst of such excruciating pain.

"Delusion." She looked deeply at Xia Feng and began to increase the intensity.

During the convulsions, Xia Feng’s soul ascended, and his spiritual power steadily rose.

[Your spiritual power has gained a permanent increase of 0.01Soc]

[Your spiritual power has gained a permanent...]

Though the progress was slow, an hour was still 1Soc.

Three hours passed, directly adding 3Soc to his power.

[Current spiritual power: 43Soc]

Being toyed with by Evil Dragon Miss for three hours, and having a 3-point increase in spiritual power was equivalent to one Spirit-injecting Fruit.

What a profit~ Xia Feng’s black pupils appeared vacant as he collapsed to the ground, his body exhausted as if completely drained.

Although... indeed a bit weary, as it approached the end, his spirit softened to the brink of collapse. But the total gain of 14 points of spiritual power from this venture into the space left him quite satisfied.

He decided that Evil Dragon Miss would be his Experience Bag number 2.

As for Experience Bag number 1... that position obviously belonged to Miss Mu.

Watching the male human finally fall, the dragon-tailed woman with bare snowy feet returned to sit upon the Divine Throne.

Her dignified, indifferent vertical pupils silently waiting for Xia Feng to acknowledge reality and beg for mercy—

"Lady Disi," Xia Feng suddenly stood up, his gaze intense, "From now on, I will be your most devoted Believer!"

Watching the man before her, with his radiant smile and sincere eyes that seemed to hold a roaring fire capable of burning the heart of a deity.

For the first time, her cold, detached pale vertical pupils were slightly lost in thought, feeling this earnest emotion firsthand.

This man’s belief was beyond her expectations.

Could it be that amidst the simple drive of physical desires, such unwavering belief can be formed? Truly, it is no surprise that the intelligent people, evolved from the Wilderness Era, always manage to do something beyond the expectations of the Dragon Clan.

Perhaps, was this the power... of carnal desires?

She did not quite understand human physical desires.

According to what the Clan Elders had taught her, when humans develop a physical desire for another human, it induces a hormone-driven emotion of ’liking,’ which comes quickly and disappears just as fast—perhaps liking one second and despising the next.

But if it could be sustained for a long time, it might evolve into an emotion called ’love.’

She didn’t quite understand what love was either, but the Clan Elders said it could be interpreted as ’the glory of the Dragon Clan,’ with each dragon having the duty to contribute everything for the prosperity of the clan.

And human ’love’ meant that each person in love had the responsibility to dedicate everything to the life and happiness of each other.

"I have matters to attend to in the outside world, so I’m afraid we’ll have to stop here for today."

Xia Feng, gazing intently at the figure on the Divine Throne, offered a radiant smile, "But Lady Disi, I shall return!"

With those words, his figure faded.

Vanishing on the spot.

Below the World Tree.

The tumultuous gray mist flowed quietly around the supreme Divine Throne.

The star-dressed woman sat quietly on the Divine Throne, gazing wordlessly at where the male human disappeared, her silence lasting who knows how long, until her vertical pupils remained calm, shifting her gaze away.

At the same time, snow-white tail-tips slipped down from beneath the star dress along her smooth legs, quietly curling around her delicate, pale ankles, the slightly pink tips of the tail trembling rapidly.

She lightly pressed her lips, placing her hand on the hem of her skirt to still the increasingly exuberant dragon tail, as for the first time, a hint of distress flickered in her cold, pale vertical pupils.

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The Dragon Clan was a race with high desires, and as they reached maturity, these reproductive urges became more intense, even encroaching upon the will of the dragons—a natural evolutionary result of a sparsely numbered race striving to avoid extinction.

Disi had not expected that upon awakening from her ancient sleep, she would immediately enter the period requiring the continuation of her species.

Continuing the species was a duty of every member of the Dragon Clan, and she, as the Dragon God, had an even greater responsibility to bear.

However, in her current state, she feared no life form could withstand her Dragon Pressure and Evil Power.

While her mind wandered aimlessly, pressing down on her dragon tail, she finally suppressed the yearning to procreate, allowing her body to relax.

Gazing at the empty space below the throne, she pondered for a moment before a thick tome suddenly emerged from the space, landing on her knees.

Picking up a pen fashioned from the dark feather of a Black Crow, she turned the long-sealed pages of the book.

Judging by the time-worn traces on the cover, she had been sealed and asleep for at least a hundred thousand years.

Precise timing was now beyond her calculation, but it no longer mattered.

She marked the day of her awakening as [Awakening Day] and began to record.

[On the first day of awakening, an unrest occurred in the Evil Spirit seal, a consequence of the seal detecting an anomaly; but fortunately, it was suppressed by me.]