I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 141 - 124. Xia Feng’s Three Small Goals

As for this Divine-level Relic called the "Calamity Key"...

Divine-level Relics are, after the death of a deity, their divine powers don’t dissipate but instead materialize into tangible items.

These relics are generally single-use consumables, but their effects are often astounding and extremely rare.

The Calamity Key... although its specific uses were unknown, a Seven-Eyed Level Divine Relic was definitely badass.

At this thought, Xia Feng suddenly paused, wait a minute, all the rewards in this damned place are Seven-Eyed Level... doesn’t that mean the difficulty here is insanely high??

As information about the Calamity Realm appeared, fearful pleas for help and the sounds of terrifying explosions came from behind, fire lighting up the sky.

Xia Feng turned and cursed under his breath when he saw that the five bald guys were actually running in their direction, with a pair of Fourth Rank siblings crazily chasing after them.

Xia Feng didn’t have time to think further and took off running with Mu Qingtong.

To tell the truth, although he and Mu Qingtong were Second Order, they could take on a Fourth Rank when working together, but if it was two Fourth Ranks...

Then fleeing was the better strategy.

There was no need to face off against this pair of lunatic siblings head-on.

The two of them used Concealment and hid in a house with the Bronze Mask, witnessing a bald man with a scarred eye caught in terror as the gothic lolita easily decapitated him.

Xia Feng didn’t even catch what happened when four more gleaming bald heads appeared around the gothic lolita, leaving behind only bodies spurting crimson blood from their necks.

Five round heads were thrown into a sack by the gothic lolita.

"Tsk tsk~ a full harvest!"

Her lips twisted into a crazed smile as she flung the sack over her slender shoulder and walked back to the guy with a TV face.

TV face looked at the sack in her hands with disdain and said indifferently,

"Can you move any faster? Getting into this shitty Calamity Realm has already delayed our schedule, are we still looking for the Peach Organization or not?"

His tone was very abrasive, cursing continuously.

"Tsk, I know, I know." The gothic lolita, her makeup thick and her eyes languid, muttered, "You talk too damn much."

"Looking for the Peach Organization? What the hell do these two weirdos want with the Peach Organization?"

Being targeted by two Fourth Rank bigwigs was definitely not a good thing... Hiding in the shadows, Xia Feng’s expression became tense, it seemed necessary to quickly enhance his strength. He now had three goals—

First, to accompany Mu Qingtong to find He Jianzhu. He actually distinctly felt that Mu Qingtong had a rather peculiar attitude towards her own mother, which made him curiously wonder what was going on between this mother and daughter.

Mu Qingtong was a weirdo, and he had no idea what her mother was like.

As for the second point, it was to advance to Third Rank. Well, that wasn’t important; Mu Qingtong would strive hard for him on that.

The last point was the most crucial: find a way to complete the Holy Release, learn about the three Holy abilities—firstly, they needed to find the Holy Liquid.

As he pondered, Xia Feng glanced at the rules of the Calamity Realm:

[1. ’Orphans’ are protected by the Sky God and must not be harmed.]

[2. When darkness falls, the outside world will no longer be safe, please choose to stay in a house with ’orphans’ (no more than two guests per house).]

[3. Every night before midnight, one must worship the Sky God, failing to worship will incur the wrath of the gods.]

The Calamity Realm’s second rule stated that when darkness falls, the outside world will no longer be safe, please choose to stay in a house with ’orphans’.

Although it was unclear what specific dangers would appear after dark, it was always right to follow the rules.

Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong hurried through the closely-packed low houses.

This place was as big as a small town, not at all like an orphanage.

But as they flew by, Xia Feng saw many children, both young and into their teens, sticking their heads out from the windows, staring expressionlessly at the Spirit Masters passing by.

Soon, houses with orphans were forcibly entered by Spirit Masters. Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong didn’t compete with these people but instead headed towards a house surrounded by jasmine flowers at the end of the street.

Xia Feng could vaguely see a little girl sitting at a desk drawing through the window on the second floor.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

He landed and knocked on the door politely.

"Coming," an old, coarse voice came from inside as the worn door creaked open, revealing an elderly woman with graying hair and cloudy eyes.

With the old woman’s appearance, information appeared before Xia Feng.

[Orphan: Ye Ziqiu]

Xia Feng hadn’t expected the term ’orphan’ here to be so broadly defined; even adults over 18 who had lost their parents were included.

"Hello, can we stay—"

Before Xia Feng could finish, the old woman’s expression changed, and she slammed the door shut with a "BANG!"

"You can’t! If you want a place to stay, go somewhere else! We don’t welcome you here!" The old woman’s voice was hoarse and gloomy.

But the next moment, the door opened again.

"Mom! What are you going crazy about again? If you don’t let them in, do you want to get them killed?" A man pulled the old woman back, appearing vexed at the door with a forced smile on his face.

"Please, Spirit Masters, come right in—" The man’s face was covered with scruffy beard, his hair a mess as if it was a bird’s nest, but his clothes were neat, with bright, beady eyes.

He bowed, gesturing for them to enter with a warm smile, "You two must be visitors, right? Have you eaten? It just so happens that we slaughtered a chicken today; my mom’s chicken soup is known as the best in the orphanage..."

"You’re a family?" Xia Feng suddenly interrupted, puzzled.

"Yeah, this is my mom, oh right! Look, I forgot about this, we’ve got a kid at home too." The man slapped his forehead, turned, and shouted upstairs, "Little Wen!! Come down, we have guests."

As the man called out, a piece of information appeared before Xia Feng’s eyes.

[Orphan: Wen Jing]

"My last name is Yun, you can call me Old Yun or Uncle Yun." The man with messy hair bowed his head and turned back with a smile, "May I ask what names you two go by?"

The two of them had changed to unremarkable faces.

Considering their fame, it was always better to have a few pseudonyms. Xia Feng quickly came up with a new name, "I’m Fang Pian."

Mu Qingtong glanced at Xia Feng and said indifferently, "Clover."

"..." Uncle Yun paused, still brimming with smiles, "Hehe~ Great names! You two must be a couple, truly a match made in heaven."

"..."

"Don’t just stand outside, come on in," said the man with a laugh, seeing that they still hadn’t entered, "Don’t worry, I’m familiar with the rules, you must stay in a house with an orphan, it’s very safe here."

Safe? Xia Feng was skeptical about this, the old lady’s unwelcoming attitude from before was clearly problematic.

But for now, let’s go inside.

Although they were here to find Mu Qingtong’s mother, they first needed to find a safe place to hide.

And Xia Feng suspected that Mu Qingtong’s mother might have a close connection to this Calamity Realm. Perhaps they could learn something from the residents here.

Once inside the house.

It felt very comfortable, as if the heating was on, and it was a wonder where the small Calamity Realm got its power supply.

They entered the living room, where chicken soup seemed to be simmering in the kitchen behind a sliding door, bubbling away.

The old lady was pushed into the kitchen by the middle-aged man; the two seemed to be arguing, probably the man scolding the old lady for being inhumane.

Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong exchanged glances, then both looked out at the world completely darkened outside the window, where jasmine vines withered and perished with the onset of darkness, quickly engulfed by a dense gray fog outside.

"This is the evil mist in which monsters can dwell."

Uncle Yun emerged from the kitchen, chuckling, "But rest assured, you’re safe as long as you don’t go outside. We have enough water and electricity to ensure you have a comfortable stay for a few days."

Mu Qingtong turned around and asked quietly and doubtfully, "With everything so enclosed here, where does all the water and electricity come from?"

"Little miss, you might not know this, but before the monsters appeared, this used to be a Children’s Playground, equipped with plenty of power supplies."

"Power supplies?" Mu Qingtong continued to ask, puzzled, "Solar power?"

Uncle Yun chuckled, "Little miss, you’re so behind the times, we have Divine Power generation here."

"..."

"The great Lord of the Sky is omnipotent! All we need to do is worship and pray to Him sincerely every day, and He not only provides us with food, but also all the necessities for our lives."

"Glory to the god." The middle-aged man made a gesture of praying with hands clasped together, his face full of devotion.

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Xia Feng’s eye twitched, isn’t that the Buddhist prayer gesture?

After lowering his hands, the man with messy hair frowned and looked up at the upper floor, "This child, always dawdling."

Speaking of which, he shouted up the stairs, "Little Wen! Did you hear that you were called down?"

"Oh right."

He seemed to suddenly recall something, turned back and reminded them, "Two deities, please be sure to abide by the three rules set by the Sky God, or else even hiding in the house won’t save you from death."

Xia Feng’s expression was unchanged, listening, it seemed the original residents were well aware of all the rules of the Calamity Realm, so the Sky God here was actually the calamitous beast of the Calamity Realm?

"The rules say we need to worship the Sky God before midnight. What exactly does this worship entail?" Xia Feng asked, curious.

"Oh, you’re asking about that, worshiping the Sky God is very simple." Uncle Yun switched on the light near the bathroom, where there was surprisingly a dark red shrine pedestal.

There were no statues on the shrine.

"The Sky God is a true deity, so He has no form," Uncle Yun said solemnly, "All you need to do is kneel once before the shrine before midnight tonight to receive His protection."

"What if we choose not to worship?" Mu Qingtong’s golden eyes narrowed slightly.

"Refuse to worship the god?"

Uncle Yun was stunned for a moment, staring intently at the woman in black, his voice turned stern,

"The rules are very clear, if you don’t worship the god, you will incur the wrath of the deities!"

"The reason why monsters are falling here is that the orphanage violated the taboo of the deities, and the deities punished us with their wrath. But the great Lord of the Sky is compassionate, pleading on our behalf, allowing us to survive!"

"But the Lord of the Sky doesn’t protect just anyone, only those who become His believers..."

Listening to Uncle Yun’s story, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong exchanged glances, clearly neither of them believed the middle-aged man’s tall tale.

Mu Qingtong, after a long silence, suddenly spoke, "The rules do state that those who do not worship will incur the wrath of the deities—but it’s not clearly stated that worshiping will receive the protection of the Lord of the Sky. So even if we do worship, is there still danger?"

"How presumptuous!"

Uncle Yun, for some reason, became suddenly incensed upon hearing Mu Qingtong’s words, his gaze filled with an unusual anger, "Young miss, are you questioning the great Lord of the Sky?! If it weren’t for the Lord of the Sky constantly protecting us, protecting you ignorant outsiders!! Not only us, but you’d all die under the wrath of the deities!"

"Uncle Yun, don’t be nervous, relax," Mu Qingtong said with a calm gaze and gently tapped her fingers on the table, her voice remaining smooth and gentle, "We mean no harm; we just want to know more information."

Uncle Yun calmed down slightly, but he still had an angry look on his face and scoffed disdainfully, "If you refuse to worship, the deities will surely descend their wrath and gift you with death, don’t say I didn’t warn you."