Chapter 84 The Master's Words Are Absolute
"My princess, do you recognize me?"
The prince stood before the woman, dressed in an expensive crimson tuxedo, his hands clasped behind his back. A self-assured, charming smile played on his lips.
Yue Hongli turned her gaze toward him, blinked, and nodded thoughtfully. "I recognize you. Your name is Lister. According to the definitions of social anthropology, you are my husband."
"Exactly." The prince smiled, but a flicker of doubt arose in his heart. It's been so long—why hasn't she acknowledged me as her master?
"So, husband… do you know where my master is?" The woman in the phoenix-adorned dress asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
The prince: "…?"
"What—what?" He stiffened momentarily, struggling to process her words. "Am I not your master?"
"The husband is the husband, and the master is the master." Yue Hongli shook her head.
Just then, a calm voice spoke from behind her.
"I'm here."
Yue Hongli turned around.
Wang Jue lifted his head, his lips curling into a sneer. "Boy, what are you doing, you damn—"
"Master~" Yue Hongli's rose-red eyes brightened slightly, the ※ symbol between her brows flashing as she instantly sensed the soul connection between herself and Xia Feng.
"—dreamer." Wang Jue spat out the last word, his expression twisting in shock. Did the princess just call him 'master'? She was addressing Xia Feng?
"Impossible."
"Absolutely impossible!" Wang Jue suppressed his rising panic, convinced something had gone terribly wrong.
As Xia Feng and Yue Hongli locked eyes, an arcane bond formed between his dark pupils and her crimson gaze. Information flooded their minds simultaneously.
[Contract established]
[※Disaster Contract of the Enigmatic Beauty]
[Master recognition status: Confirmed]
[First-generation master: Heng]
[Second-generation master: Xia Feng]
[Divine power: Heavenly Misfortune and Blessing (sealed)]
[Disaster Contract form: Enigmatic Blade]
Yue Hongli blinked slowly and stepped toward Xia Feng.
"What are you doing?!" Wang Jue snapped out of his daze and lunged to grab her arm.
But as if fate intervened, the operating table beside them malfunctioned at that exact moment. A sizzling bolt of electricity lashed out like a serpent, striking his outstretched palm.
"Ah—!" Wang Jue yelped in pain and jerked his hand back.
Unfazed, the woman in the phoenix dress continued forward until she stood before Xia Feng. Her delicate brows arched slightly in curiosity. "Are you my new master?"
"Uh… yeah."
Truthfully, Xia Feng wasn't accustomed to being called "master"—especially not in the princess's voice, which carried a bewitching clarity that sent shivers down his spine.
For the first time, he truly understood the terrifying allure behind the term "fox spirit."
"Have you lost your mind?!" The prince's voice trembled with fury. "Yue Hongli! I am your master! What the hell are you doing?!"
Yue Hongli turned her head, tilting it slightly in confusion. "Aren't you my husband?"
The prince's composure shattered. "You still remember that?! Then why aren't you coming back here?!"
Yue Hongli glanced at Xia Feng.
"Ahem." Xia Feng blinked. "Just ignore him."
"Xia Feng, you bastard! I'll kill you!"
Wang Jue's thunderous voice roared like a lion, his body now sheathed in a swirling mantle of purple-black Fiery Spiritual Clothes. He tilted his head, eyes burning with fury as they locked onto Yue Hongli. "My princess, I command you—come here!"
Yue Hongli shook her head, her exquisite face solemn. "Though our social relations define us as a couple, the master's words are absolute."
Wang Jue: "!!!"
The master's words are absolute?!
That crisp declaration echoed violently in Wang Jue's skull. For no reason at all, he felt a billion shades of green sprouting atop his head.
What the hell is happening?! He didn't understand—couldn't understand!
Wang Jue was certain he'd done everything flawlessly. The princess's first sight upon awakening had been him alone—so why had she failed to acknowledge him as her master?!
Not only failed… but somehow recognized Xia Feng instead?!
Where did it go wrong?!
The more he agonized, the closer his brain teetered to explosion. His crimson eyes fixated on the pair in the distance, his voice a ragged snarl. "Boy! What did you do to my princess?!"
Hearing the prince's fury, Xia Feng could only shrug with feigned innocence. "No idea~"
To Wang Jue, that casual reply was nothing but mockery. His glare sharpened into something venomous. "Very good! You've truly succeeded in enraging me!"
Ignoring him, Xia Feng swiftly parsed the flood of information from the princess. Her body could manifest as a blade—but the details were a chaotic labyrinth, nearly impossible to untangle.
Yet, within that storm of data, key fragments surfaced:
[Disaster Contract Form: Enigmatic Blade]
[Enigmatic Misfortune: Channel corrupt energy into the blade. Upon striking a target, it inflicts cumulative misfortune. The deeper the corruption, the deadlier the luck's decay.]
[Enigmatic Domain: At peak corruption (1-year equivalent), unleash a 30-meter radius where all living beings share equal calamity.]
[Enigmatic Plea: Locked]
[Divine Authority: Nightmare's Fortune (sealed)]
[STATUS: ABNORMAL (fragmented soul, missing memories/common sense)]
[Warning: Corrupt energy infusion requires active absorption from external sources. Excessive concentration risks insanity or death. Handle with extreme caution!]
Yue Hongli was an enigma—not only bearing the aura of the corrupted but also traces of a Star God's power?
Was this "divine authority" referring to a Star God's? Xia Feng's mind churned with doubt. Just what had he contracted with?!
Was this woman a Star God?!
And her abilities—treading into the esoteric realm of fortune manipulation—were downright surreal.
Xia Feng oscillated between bewilderment and awe, as if he'd idly strolled down a path only to stumble upon a divine relic.
No wonder the prince prized her so fiercely.
Wait—no. The prince likely didn't know Yue Hongli's specific capabilities.
Recalling the prince's obsessive gaze, Xia Feng realized the truth: Wang Jue's infatuation stemmed purely from her beauty. Any tangential power she possessed was merely a bonus.
Seeing Xia Feng's dismissive posture—so arrogant it bordered on insult—the prince's sneer dripped malice.
"Boy… do you really believe the princess's aid will let you defy me?"
As he spoke, he drew a syringe and plunged it into his arm. Gray-black liquid surged into his veins, serpentining beneath his skin up to his neck and brain.
Instantly, Wang Jue's eyes bulged, capillaries exploding into crimson webs that crawled down his cheeks and throat.
His spiritual pressure skyrocketed—peaking at Tier 3's zenith, with tremors hinting at an imminent breakthrough.
Xia Feng's pupils constricted. Danger.
Wang Jue relished the violent swell of power, his grin a rictus of ice.
He might not grasp the princess's abilities, but he knew one law: when weak hands clutch overwhelming power, the price for wielding it is always ruin.
So if Yue Hongli's strength was as vast as he feared… Xia Feng would crumble under the cost of using it.
He was certain.
(End of Chapter)