I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 258 - 236. A-grade Spiritual Clothes

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Bern Island.

Core Laboratory.

The dim lighting was provided by only a few incandescent lamps shedding a dark red glow, which fell upon the circular stage in the center of the glass room.

In the middle of the stage sat a golden-furred Maine Cat, its head raised and pupils closed.

Surrounding the stage were ten Third Rank Spirit Masters, both hands pressed on the edge of the transfer board, continually outputting Spiritual Particles. Their complexions gradually turned paler as they did so.

A massive flow of Spiritual Particles converged towards the center of the stage, pouring into the body of the Maine Cat.

"Lord Bern, this won't do," a subordinate approached the tall and thin man, speaking respectfully, "This is already the fourth batch of people, and the Spiritual Pressure is still not enough."

Bern's gaze was dark as he frowned and stared at the Maine Cat inside the glass room. After a long while, he said in a heavy voice, "Go, bring over those few Fourth Rank spiritual materials from the secret vault and feed them to it!"

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"Fourth Rank spiritual materials!" The subordinate was slightly shocked, "My lord, isn't this too costly—"

"Don't f***ing dawdle, just go!"

"Yes!"

The subordinate dared not argue, courteously exiting the laboratory.

The Maine Cat in the glass room was an intelligent A-grade Spirit Paper, although it was unclear how this Spirit Paper had come to life. Regardless of the reason, Bern only wanted to activate it as quickly as possible and resurrect it!

A-grade Spirit Paper was different from B or C grades...

B-grade and below Spirit Papers were primarily created when Spirit Masters comprehended and created new Spiritual Clothes, inscribing them with spiritual materials.

However, A-grade Spirit Papers were naturally formed, much like Spiritual Fruits, treasures bestowed upon humanity by the natural laws.

If someone could produce A-grade Spiritual Clothes, then naturally they could also inscribe A-grade Spirit Paper.

Of course, this was all theoretical. From ancient times to the present, no humans had managed to create A-grade Spiritual Clothes.

Moreover, A-grade Spiritual Clothes contained Enlightenment Traces, which could help Spirit Masters to more easily comprehend the structure of Spiritual Particles.

Based on the number of Enlightenment Traces, they were divided into Single Trace Spiritual Clothes and Multiple Trace Spiritual Clothes.

Most A-grade Spiritual Clothes were of the Single Trace type, aiding only one Spirit Master in comprehending and learning the structure of A-grade Spiritual Clothes' Spiritual Particles.

Without the aid of Enlightenment Traces, no one in this world could learn A-grade Spiritual Clothes, not even the most talented Great Lord, Huang Ye himself.

The Maine Cat in front of them was an A-grade Single Trace Spiritual Cloth, and the purpose of Lord Bern having his subordinates continuously input Spiritual Pressure was to activate the Enlightenment Trace.

Now, not hesitating to expend precious spiritual materials, he estimated that in another day or two, the activation would be complete!

At that moment, however, the eyes of the Maine Cat in the glass room slowly opened, its pale golden pupils filled with a disdainful air, its tone arrogant:

"Humans, give up. This one has already said that only a true genius deserves this one's recognition and the Enlightenment Trace."

"And you? You're not worthy!"

"..."

This was the annoying aspect of intelligent Spiritual Clothes—dumb as a rock. But no matter, isn't a true genius what's needed...

According to the cat's criteria, a so-called true genius referred to a Spirit Master who could learn A-grade Spiritual Clothes in just two and a half short years.

There had been very few in history who achieved this.

However, Bern merely smiled faintly, remaining silent. Having already paid such a heavy price, he naturally had ways to become a true genius and earn the recognition of this foolish cat.

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"No, you are a wanted criminal now."

When Xia Feng suggested they go to Bern Island together, Freya was grateful, but she didn't want to drag this student into it.

Moreover, Xia Feng's own situation was already quite dangerous.

"It won't work? Why not?" Xia Feng raised an eyebrow.

Freya, weakly leaning on a pillow, furrowed her brows, "Because I am your teacher, and if I say no, then it's no."

"A sage once said, 'When a girl says no, she means yes!' Alright, I get it, teacher." Xia Feng patted Freya's shoulder, looked towards the cockpit, and excitedly pumped his fist, "Miss Q, let's set off! Destination, Bern Island!"

Freya: "..."

Sure enough, having not seen him for several months, this child seemed more mature, but his actions were still capricious, self-willed, not listening to her, his teacher, one bit.

Freya felt it was necessary to hold some authority as a teacher. Her expression turned serious, "Stop joking around. I'm serious, Bern Island's defenses are strict, and honestly, even with your help, it wouldn't make any difference!"

She knew Xia Feng was a genius, now probably at least a Second Order Spirit Master. It wouldn't be long before he reached Third Rank, even Fourth Rank, but that still required time to develop.

Going to Bern Island now was purely suicidal.

Of course, her going alone was equally suicidal, but her identity was somewhat unique; even if she were discovered, Bern wouldn't dare do much to her.

"Xia Feng, did you hear what I—mmph—" She was in the middle of speaking when she was abruptly silenced by a string of bright red candied haws forcibly stuck into her mouth.

Her eyes widened, and she looked up in surprise.

Xia Feng, looking down into her eyes, blinked, "Teacher, is it sweet?"

"..." Caught off guard, Freya instinctively licked her tongue and felt the sweetness seep in, instantly triggering her appetite.

Having not eaten for several days and suffering such a severe injury, she was ravenous.

With Xia Feng's intervention, she suddenly felt awakened, frantic with hunger.

She glanced up at Xia Feng, wrapped her tongue around the sugary coating, and bit down hard on a hawthorn fruit.

Seeing Ms. Fu finally quieted down, Xia Feng then took out five bags of bread and a cup of water from the Nash Space and handed them over for her to replenish her energy.

After eating her fill, Freya, with slightly flushed cheeks, contentedly leaned back, her eyes comfortably narrowed, she mumbled softly, "If only there were some wine..."

"..."

Her student in the distance quietly watched the seascape out the window, unresponsive.

"Ah, if only there were some wine..." Freya's voice was a bit louder.

Still no reaction.

"....." Losing her patience a bit, Freya propped herself up slightly, and her pale little foot, under her loose martial outfit, gently kicked at Xia Feng's waist.

"Hmm?" Xia Feng turned his head.

"Do you have any wine?" Freya's eyes were hopeful.

Xia Feng spread his hands with a smile, "We can stock up on supplies when we reach Bern Island. By the way, Ms. Fu, what was your original plan?"

Knowing she couldn't dissuade him, Freya thought for a moment and then pursed her lips, "Tomorrow, there happens to be a ball on Bern Island. According to my plan, I was going to infiltrate it during the ball..."

Ms. Fu briefly outlined her plan and introduced him to the ball.

Xia Feng roughly understood that the ball was actually a rather covert auction, selling things that couldn't be traded on the open market.

To Xia Feng's surprise, not only were there Fourth Rank Wood Element spiritual materials up for auction, but there were also very rare Yao Stones.

During the many days of sailing, Mu Qingtong would occasionally practice her cultivation, and her Spiritual Pressure was nearing the peak of Third Rank, soon to meet the conditions for ascending to Fourth Rank.

Mu Qingtong had said she'd already collected most of the Fourth Rank spiritual materials quite some time ago, and now only a few items were missing.

Xia Feng stroked his chin, it seemed Bern Island really was a must-visit!