I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

"Sirius appears, Holy Master, please impose the 'Holy Judge Decree'!"

Yuan spoke solemnly, "Absolute Kill of the Calamity Star!"

"Oh?" the woman in the azure dress lifted her cool eyes slightly, "Has it appeared yet, and what is its current strength?"

"Holy Judge, the situation is somewhat complex..." Yuan briefly explained.

"Two Sirius?" Surprised flickered through the woman's cold eyes.

"Indeed, although the reason is unknown, the current reality is indeed worse than foretold."

"And currently, due to the weak power of Sirius One, the Empire unanimously decided to kill Sirius Two first."

The golden staff emitted a tremor, several wisps of Spiritual Light floated out forming golden pages that fluttered in front of the woman.

"This is the overall star map of Sirius Two provided by the Imperial Star Bureau, Holy Master, does this documentation meet the criteria for imposing a 'Holy Judge Decree'?"

Yuan knew that the 'Holy Judge Decree: Death' possessed the ability to absolutely kill the target.

Simply put, the person marked by the 'Death Decree' would be cursed upon their soul's death, not only does the soul die, but the flesh, concepts, and corresponding celestial bodies would also be annihilated, completely disappearing from the world! It is impossible to be resurrected by any means, including but not limited to Spiritual Clothes, Spiritual Artifact, Calamity Realm rules, Disaster Realm rules...

The Empire sent him to this sacred place to request the 'Holy Judge Decree' to prevent Sirius from being resurrected through various methods after its death, which would render the effort futile.

After all, there are several very strange resurrection methods in the world, such as one ability: as long as the corresponding celestial body in the Star Realm does not perish, one can live forever, endlessly resurrecting.

And the Holy Judge's Death Decree can, upon the target's death, simultaneously annihilate its star to prevent any possibility of resurrection!

The azure-dressed woman casually glanced at the star map, nodded her head, and said, "It's acceptable."

She looked up, her expression faint, "But there is only one Death Decree left, are you sure you want to use it on Sirius Two?"

"Confirmed," Yuan replied gravely.

The azure-dressed woman did not say much more. The Holy Green Command Sword between her brows flashed a golden glow, and in her cool, beautiful eyes countless stars swirled and shuttled, finally settling on a dark black planet that flickered eerily in her left pupil.

She sharply sensed, not far off, another planet of the same aura orbiting.

There was even an indistinct and mysteriously eerie connection with this planet, but she couldn't understand what this connection was.

She tried to make out the shape of the second planet, but her vision couldn't penetrate the layers of Star Mist in the way.

With inner doubts, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes had returned to normal, her voice indifferent and soft, "It's done. 'Death Decree' has been imposed on Sirius Two."

...

Meanwhile, at the top floor of the Bronze Building.

In the bedroom, on the large bed.

"Huh? It's over! Stop—," Xia Feng suddenly pressed Miss Mu's slippery shoulders, pushing weakly yet forcefully, "Stop for a moment, Miss Mu!"

Mu Qingtong sat up, silver threads sticking to her lips, frowning displeasedly, "What again? Didn't Mr. Xia say he wanted to knock me out? Is that not okay now?"

...

Xia Feng's eyes twitched slightly as he sighed, "Fine, fine, you're incredible, alright?"

Fifteen days! A full fifteen days! He resurrected five times! Each resurrection left him full of energy, throwing punches and making Miss Mu cry out, but this witch somehow maintained her consciousness semi-conscious yet fully alert, even becoming more vigorous with each setback, attacking and tormenting him when he became weak.

Terrifying!

Cursing under his breath, Xia Feng grasped her pale wrist and said gravely, "Miss Mu, my Vermilion Bird Demon Armor has failed."

"You said that three days ago."

"..." Seeing her head bowed and wanting to continue, Xia Feng was exhausted, "Stop, let Fei check it out, okay? I'm really not lying this time."

"And if you keep doing this, Miss Mu, I'm really going to die."

Xia Feng did not want to die in such a ludicrous manner—that would be too embarrassing.

"Really, Master," Fei's faint voice echoed in Mu Qingtong's heart, "You almost killed your fiancé in bed using a '×' method."

"....." Mu Qingtong actually believed him, as she had also sensed something amiss through her spiritual power.

Deep within her soul, an eerie green sword charm appeared out of nowhere, spreading secretly and densely throughout her soul.

If one's spiritual power wasn't high enough, they would never discover this charm.

Even with her high level of spiritual power, she didn't realize it immediately.

It was only after hearing that there was a problem with Mr. Xia that she subconsciously checked herself and discovered it.

The two exchanged glances. Xia Feng, looking serious, sat up and continued to sense his own state.

He actually couldn't see the anomaly in his own Soul Body. The reason he noticed something wrong with the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor was due to the hint from his copying ability that the copying status was abnormal and the demon armor's power had failed.

"It seems we've both been targeted by some mysterious method," Mu Qingtong frowned, puzzled. She didn't quite understand who would target both her and Mr. Xia.

After all, to outsiders, she was a renowned singer of the Empire, and Mr. Xia was a fugitive.

Though they had once been engaged, their relationship was not good, and she, the Empire's singer (her alter ego), had publicly condemned the egregious crimes of Xia Feng, the evil fugitive, that were rampant online.

Nobody should know that she had been accompanying Mr. Xia in his exile.

Not right... there was one person who knew.

"Gong Changyi?" Her beautiful eyes grew cold.

Xia Feng shook his head, "It can't be Sister Yi. If it were her, she would only target you, not involve me as well."

"Are you sure?" Mu Qingtong expressed her doubt.

"..."

Xia Feng couldn't help but recall the horrific scene of continuously sealing the Eternal Day Divine Seal in front of Sister Yi half a month ago.

"Ugh..." Xia Feng held his forehead and sighed, "Forget it, I'll ask her when I get a chance."

Mu Qingtong nodded, thoughtful, "Regardless of whether it's her or not, we need to be cautious moving forward. Since someone cursed us with such high-level tactics, they will definitely make a move soon."

"Yes, you're right, so let's put a stop to the Yin Yang Mirror cultivation for now."

Xia Feng held the waist of the woman beside him, lifted her, and set her aside. He patted her rosy cheeks and smiled, "You sleep first, I'm going to take a shower."

"..." Mu Qingtong watched the man's retreating figure, her alluring eyes slightly lazy and indifferent, "Mr. Xia, are you going to sneak out again behind your legitimate fiancée's back?"

Xia Feng paused in his steps, turned back with a smile, "What are you saying, Miss Mu? My divine being might know the source of this curse, I'm just going to ask and see if I can help you remove it."

"Then I should thank your divine being."

"Of course," Xia Feng lifted his chin.

"Heh~" Mu Qingtong flipped over under the pink cover, her silver hair cascading lazily over her beautiful back, and her arm elegantly raised, casually waving her delicate fingers as she said, "Get out."