I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 136 - 120. I am your most faithful believer! _2

"However, what Evil Dragon Miss didn’t expect was that the seal of her hundred-thousand-year slumber was broken by an ant."

"This ant was extremely weak, from the foolish and ignorant intelligent people."

"When he saw me, he appeared to have no fear at all, but was instead extremely excited."

"He doesn’t seem like a normal intelligent person."

"Um, at least compared to the intelligent people from a hundred thousand years ago, his sense of beauty was very different, and I don’t know if it was because the overall aesthetic of this race has changed over the hundred thousand years of evolution, or if it was just him who was an exception."

"However... it’s not important anymore."

"He said that the moment he saw me, he fell in love with me."

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"But what exactly is ’love’?"

"He also said he wanted to bear that endless suffering of despair for me."

"He didn’t lie."

"He was sincere, but also quite overconfident."

"Before he left, he even told me that he would come back."

"But I know that once the desires of humans fade, the impulses that momentarily arise will also disappear, so the likelihood of his return is not high at all."

"Um, he probably won’t come back, right?"

"After all, he didn’t even say when he would return...."

"Out of respect for the only believer, I’ll wait for him for three days at most, then I’ll fall back into slumber...."

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Xia Feng had no idea that Evil Dragon Miss actually kept a diary and even thought he wouldn’t return.

What a joke! As Experience Bag No. 2, which is a great weapon against Experience Bag No. 1, he wouldn’t give up so easily!

After returning to reality, Xia Feng lay flat for several days, either playing games or reading novels each day. As for cultivating?

Sorry, that’s just not happening.

Cultivation was impossible, not in this lifetime.

He sat on the bed, drinking sparkling water and eating chips, while watching a live streaming on his computer screen.

"The Top Six of the Spirit Song Contest."

Honestly, the netizens this time were outrageous, voting with their feet and easily getting Mu Qingtong to the top spot, breezing into the top six.

Listening to the off-key singing from the screen, Xia Feng’s eyelids twitched.

Especially when he saw the barrage of comments like ’sounds so good’, ’my ears are pregnant’, ’worthy of Mu Shen, not only beautiful but also a lovely voice’, ’Long live Mu Shen!’, ’The Door of Mu will last forever!’

Xia Feng was stupefied, his mouth agape, as the bear-shaped cookies dropped with a plop.

The live streaming views were skyrocketing, with audiences pouring in continuously.

From the comments in the barrage, it seemed they came from various short video platforms, curious to see just how beautiful the legendary Mu Shen really was.

Admittedly, when Mu Qingtong, clad in a regal black gown, appeared at the center of the grand stage, she was indeed stunningly beautiful, perfectly fitting the aesthetic standards of all the races within the Empire.

You should know, the Empire is divided into fifty-one large districts with nearly ten billion people, comprising over eighty major races.

While Xia Feng didn’t know whether Mu Qingtong’s beauty genuinely met the aesthetic preferences of these eighty or more races, some famous beauty bloggers online seemed to think so.

After continuing to listen to Mu Qingtong’s dog-chewed-like singing for a while, Xia Feng roughly understood why she was so popular—it wasn’t just her beauty.

It might also have been because of the mood and emotions conveyed through her singing.

Spirit songs are so named because when sung, the emotions they contain can be genuinely felt by the listeners, creating a wonderful feeling of being transported.

Moreover, even if not present at the scene, the effect of the Spirit Songs transmitted through various electronic devices is hardly diminished.

While Mu Qingtong’s singing was indeed subpar, listeners could feel the grandeur and loftiness in her voice, resembling a distant majesty coming from beyond the horizon.

Xia Feng calmed himself down and listened intently for a while, his eyes widening because he vaguely saw a king standing with his hands behind his back atop an infinite staircase, gazing down at him with a dispassionate golden gaze, igniting a surge of reverence and the urge to kneel, wishing to submit himself forever beneath those stairs.

But this feeling flashed by and vanished without a trace.

The barrage was once again filled with stunned comments like ’Oh my God! Did you see that? It’s a god! Really, it’s a god!’, ’So powerful! Based on my analysis, this really is the effect of a Spirit Song, not some illusion technique!’, ’Haha, those who said Mu Shen was cheating got slapped in the face’....

Xia Feng then searched for Mu Qingtong’s social media following.

[Mu Qingtong (438 million fans | 7.83 billion likes, comments, and shares)]

[(Verified Artist in "Spirit Song Contest", works include "Black Sea", "King")]

[IP District: 51st | Junlin City]

In just less than two months, accumulated four hundred million fans, Xia Feng could only describe it as terrifying.

You should know, the most famous singer of the Empire, Ye Houbai, accumulated only eight hundred million fans over thirty years.

And after this Spirit Song Contest ends, Mu Qingtong’s fan count might even double.

Looking at Mu Qingtong’s ridiculous account data, a question suddenly arose in Xia Feng’s mind.

This woman... surely, she’s not using some kind of mass hypnosis?

Mu Qingtong wouldn’t do meaningless things; she certainly must be aiming to achieve some unknown goal through the Spirit Song Contest, but what that goal might be....

"Wait a minute!" Xia Feng suddenly thought of something, quickly closed his laptop, and cut off Mu Qingtong’s song.

Given the myriad of supernatural abilities, since Mu Qingtong joined the Spirit Song Contest, the most likely scenario is that she wanted to spread some sinister influence through her songs.