I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 184 - 166. Sooner or later, I will give Miss Mu a good beating!

During his contemplation, Xia Feng once again reviewed the rules in detail.

"Sacrifice the target during the Sacrifice Stage, ’Kill Count’ gains are tripled."

....

"Sacrifice 3300 Lost Persons to gain 30 Life Points."

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"Sacrifice 9900 Lost Persons to gain 100 Life Points."

There were two kinds of sacrifice schemes in total; obviously, the second was more cost-effective, probably because the Life Roulette encouraged Spirit Masters to sacrifice more. However, if one didn’t reach 9900, they wouldn’t go away empty-handed.

"The Basic Sacrifice Stage, countdown 3 seconds to prepare—"

With the masked man’s faint laughter and high-pitched voice, Xia Feng’s vision flickered, and he was back in the underground laboratory room.

At the same time, through the teleportation mark, a piece of information surfaced in his mind.

"Sacrifice Rankings—

3rd: 10 individuals

34th: 2 individuals

....

17th: 0

21st: 0"

By the fourth round, many people had died, but twenty-four Spirit Masters still survived on the field. Most Spirit Masters had probably just found out about the existence of a Basic Sacrifice Stage and had not prepared in advance.

But the practitioners of numbers 3 and 34 were clearly different; they seemed to have prepared in advance, with the numbers on the leaderboard changing rapidly.

"Sacrifice Rankings—

3rd: 101 individuals

34th: 209 individuals

....

17th: 0

21st: 0"

Visibly, the number of sacrifices by practitioners numbered 3 and 34 surged wildly, and in just a mere five seconds, the count broke past the 1000 individual milestone.

That meant that within these five seconds, the souls of two thousand individuals were sacrificed and killed.

But they didn’t stop there; the numbers kept rising frantically, 2500... 2900... 3700...

In the end, number 34 stopped at 3999 individuals.

But number 3 continued to soar at an even faster pace, 4999... 5999... 8999...

"Sacrifice Rankings—

3rd: 9820 individuals

34th: 3999 individuals

14th: 0

....

17th: 0

21st: 0"

"My god…" Xia Feng’s eyelids twitched at the data; in just under half a minute, more than ten thousand people were sacrificed.

Moreover, according to the rule introduction, this kind of sacrifice was silent and would generally not attract outside attention.

So, if the owner of the garden was truly participating in the Life Roulette, then it was very possible that he was one of numbers 3 or 34.

With this thought, Xia Feng’s eyes suddenly lit up. If that was the case, if he could steal their identity...

Even though the benefits of the sacrifices were exchanged for human lives, Xia Feng didn’t have a very high moral threshold and wouldn’t feel troubled over seizing such dead men’s money.

According to the rules, 9900 individuals would grant 100 Life Points, 3300 would grant 30 Life Points.

That is to say, player number 3 was just short of 80 individuals to reach the 9900 standard, while number 34 far exceeded the 3300 threshold but was still very far from the next higher level.

Amidst his reflection, Xia Feng suddenly froze; there were nearly 300 Lost Persons in the underground laboratory... so the Archbishop’s pursuit to kill them, was their actual aim to take these individuals back?

If that’s the case, then the Archbishop is very likely Player No. 3, and those 300 Lost People outside are the key to the Archbishop’s completion of the 9900 standard!

"So the correct action now is to give these 300 people to the Archbishop...." The thought made Xia Feng clutch his forehead. His moral baseline was not high, but he indeed couldn’t bring himself to commit such a crazed atrocity.

Among those 300 people, naturally, there were those who had committed evil deeds, but the majority were still innocent and good people. Xia Feng was not prepared to sacrifice the little conscience he had left for Life Points.

[Utilizing the Wood Element Promotion Liquid to restructure Spiritual Particles, your Spiritual Particle structure is further refined and compacted, your Spiritual Pressure is climbing further——]

Suddenly, Xia Feng felt power swelling within his body.

[Your Spiritual Pressure has received a slight increase!]

[Your Spiritual Pressure has received a significant increase!]

[Your....]

Xia Feng raised his hand, a faint aura of Spiritual Pressure overflowing from his palm, circulating around his body. Unlike the fragile and illusory feeling when Vermilion Bird Demon Armor was undergoing phoenix-like rank promotion, he now felt his Spiritual Pressure as truly dense and indestructible, experiencing an invincible excitement as if his defensive strength had received an amazing boost.

[Your true Cultivation has advanced from Second Order Spirit Master to Third Rank Spirit Master!]

[Your spiritual power has gained an amplification of 15Soc, your strength has gained a 50D increase.]

The overall improvement of his physical attributes meant that everything from Combat Premonition to sensory strength gained a substantial enhancement, like a warm current rapidly filling his limbs and torso, and then cleansing his entire Soul Body, leaving him with a clear head and bright eyes.

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[Successful promotion to Third Rank, copy slot +1]

[Current copy slots available: 4 (3+1)]

In other words, he could now temporarily enter the Fourth Rank domain while using the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor!

Even though Spirit Masters of Fourth Rank are considered Superior Rank and have a great gap from Third Rank, below Supreme Rank, the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor can allow him a temporary promotion and a significant increase in strength.

So,

After the minuscule help from Mu Qingtong and Xia Feng’s own hard work and struggles, at long last, he advanced to Third Rank, revealing a satisfied smile that hard work, indeed, pays off.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly got up and unlocked the door, but just as he opened it, there was a click from across the hall, and a woman in a black dress stood inside her door.

The two met each other’s gaze.

With a curve of his lips, Xia Feng, feigned arrogance on purpose, "Tsk tsk~ 0.8 seconds faster than you, Miss Mu, this won’t do~"

"..."

Mu Qingtong’s delicate eyebrows rose slightly. This time, she had deliberately used an improved and optimized Spiritual Particle construction scheme, 800% more efficient than the regular state, enabling her to succeed in less than half an hour.

Yet, unexpectedly, Xia Feng was still about as fast as her, even 0.8 seconds faster... Although those 0.8 seconds were probably because he moved more quickly, which allowed him to open his door first.

Nonetheless, it was undeniable that Mr. Xia was indeed strong, worthy to stand beside her beneath the throne.

On the journey to ascend to the throne, it indeed wouldn’t be uninteresting to have such a peer to race with.

The black-dressed woman’s eyes curved into a smile, her voice soft and light, "Mr. Xia, I look forward to you always catching up to my pace."

With that, she turned and walked towards the hall outside.

"What do you mean you hope I can always catch up to you?" Xia Feng quickly followed her, a slight smile on his face, "I won this time!"

"Yes, yes, you say you won, then you won, Mr. Xia. As long as you’re happy."

"You’re treating me like a child!"

"Not too dull."

"!"

At Mu Qingtong’s perfunctory response, Xia Feng inwardly sneered; just wait, foolish Miss Mu, I might not have won, but I never lose! When I can easily crack your Spiritual Artifact, that will be the day when you’re beaten down under me!

The two bantered and soon returned to the hall.

Cha Naixue was standing in front of Jiang Zhizi, both observing the black resentful souls floating above the Zhi Zi flowers.

"Won’t they die from being tortured like this?" Cha Naixue wondered.

"Of course they’ll die," Jiang Zhizi replied with a smirk, "but they won’t die before my Spiritual Pressure is exhausted. They can only endlessly reincarnate within the wonderful memories I’ve constructed for them! Until—until they become like us, lost souls! Hehehe~"

Approaching them, Xia Feng paused in his step, dazed for a moment, then his eyes slowly widened.

Right, how could he have forgotten these noble lords! Xia Feng slapped his forehead and a wicked smile crept across his lips, "Lost People, aren’t there more suitable candidates right here?"

As a human being, one must be flexible with moral principles.

If it meant sacrificing these nobles, then for a whole 100 Life Points… sacrificing that little remaining conscience of his wasn’t a big deal at all.

Hmm, that’s not right either. He wasn’t sacrificing his conscience; this should be called eliminating harm for the people! Earning Life Points was secondary; the Xia Feng, filled with justice and love in his heart, primarily wanted to eliminate harm for the people!