Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 104 Miyata is awesome, a fixed-refreshing NPC
Wang Feng originally only wanted Jiuyou to find the demon spirit and take care of Narahara Sora in the meantime.

Unexpectedly, the Queen of the Nine Netherworlds actually managed to bring Miyata back!

"Has Narahara Sora been dealt with?" Wang Feng continued to ask.

"Of course~" Empress Jiuyou smiled: "That guy was still performing some kind of blood sacrifice ritual at the time, so I just dealt with him without a second thought."

"Furthermore," Jiuyou suddenly smiled mysteriously, and a wooden fish-shaped vessel slowly floated out from her body:
“This was Miyata’s original dwelling, but it was engraved with ancient Chinese totem marks, so I brought it back with me.”

Wang Feng took the vessel and gently stroked the ancient totem patterns on it with his fingertips.

"Baxia's totem vessel"

After examining it carefully for a moment, I put it away.

"You should go back to Sha Yuan first."

As Wang Feng spoke, he opened the spatial portal leading to the white tomb palace.

"Your Majesty~" Queen Jiuyou suddenly drew out the word, pouting in dissatisfaction:
"Don't you intend to give me some kind of reward?"

"A reward?" Wang Feng looked blank. "What reward?"

Before she could finish speaking, Jiuyou suddenly licked her scarlet lips and then leaped into Wang Feng's arms.

Before Wang Feng could react, she had already kissed his lips forcefully.

After a long while, Jiuyou, having eaten and drunk his fill, finally released Wang Feng and led the flushed-faced Gongtian back to the white tomb palace.

……

The next morning, before the morning mist had completely dissipated, Wang Feng used his mental illusion magic to purchase a train ticket to Osaka using the monk Yan Mingsi's ID.

"Hey? Old Wang, if you can buy tickets with mind illusions, why do we need to stay in a place like Yanming Temple? Wouldn't it be more comfortable to just stay in a hotel?" Mo Fan scratched his head, looking puzzled.

Wang Feng paused slightly and glanced at Mo Fan sideways.

“Foolish.” Jiang Shaoxu crossed her arms, lightly tapped her cheek with her slender fingers, and lazily explained:

"Hotels in Japan require strict real-name authentication. Whether it's using someone else's ID or checking in without a valid ID, it will leave an electronic trace that is easy to track down."

“But train tickets are different. Although we used a monk's identity to buy them, since it was a ticket purchase on-site, we could erase the relevant records directly. In addition, the railway system in Japan does not strictly verify passenger identities, so this way we can be absolutely sure.”

When everyone heard this, they suddenly realized.

"As expected of the captain, he's really thoughtful!"

Wang Feng remained calm, simply adjusting his collar: "Let's go, don't miss the departure time."

……

The Nationalist government team members disembarked from the train one after another. The platform was empty except for them and a few staff members over fifty years old on duty.

"This is Tokyo? Why is it so deserted?" Mo Fan looked around and couldn't help but complain.

The train station was as quiet as a funeral parlor, a far cry from the international metropolis I had imagined.

"This is Osaka, not Tokyo," Wang Feng corrected calmly.

"Osaka? What are we doing here?" Mo Fan asked, looking bewildered.

Wang Feng patiently explained, "Challenging other national pavilions is an essential part of the training process for every national team. We need to challenge other national pavilions and collect enough challenge badges to qualify for the World National Pavilion Competition in Venice."

"Challenge them? I love that!" Mo Fan immediately perked up, his eyes lighting up.

"Hmm~" Jiang Shaoxu stretched, her graceful figure causing several boys in the group to unconsciously swallow.

"Leave the fighting and killing to you guys, the rest of us will go check out the shopping district in Osaka first~"

After saying that, she pulled Mu Ningxue, Nan Rongni, and several other female team members away from the group.

"Seriously? They're just dumping the challenge on us like this?" Mo Fan watched the girls' departing figures and immediately lost interest.

After all, there were no girls around, so who was he trying to impress with this show-off act?
Zhao Manyan saw right through his thoughts and teased, "National pavilions are usually located in universities. Are you worried that there aren't any pretty girls in universities?"

"That's right! I almost forgot we came here to 'sow the world'!" Mo Fan suddenly realized and perked up again.

……

The National Government team arrived outside the West Guardian Pavilion, where two mages dressed in cherry blossom samurai robes stood in front of the gate.

As the crowd approached, the two immediately locked their gazes on Wang Feng and the others, about to shout to stop them—

"Hey! You're Chinese, right?" A clear female voice suddenly rang out.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young woman in a kimono holding a parasol walking gracefully towards them with delicate steps.

The woman wore a light pink kimono, which made her skin look as white as snow.

As the umbrella tilted slightly, her delicate face was revealed. Beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of eyes that seemed to hold autumn water, and her nose and lips were exquisite and radiant.

The wide sleeves of her kimono swayed gently with her movements, occasionally revealing her fair wrists, which were as smooth and lustrous as mutton fat jade.

She should have been portrayed as a gentle and lovely cherry blossom girl, but her subsequent actions shattered that beautiful image.

With a "snap," she slammed the umbrella shut, the tip of which pierced the ground.

She put one hand on her hip, pointed at the National Team members with the other, and her eyebrows furrowed:

"Didn't you see the 'No Entry for Tourists' sign at the foot of the mountain?"

Mochizuki Chika stood sideways, her high, firm breasts supporting the graceful curve of her kimono.

Her ten-centimeter-high wooden clogs made her appear exceptionally tall, and even her gaze towards others carried an arrogant, condescending air.

When that gaze swept over Wang Feng and the others, it clearly conveyed the word "disdain".

“Miss, we’re not tourists,” Mo Fan explained, barely suppressing his anger.

"Even Chinese people who come here to work and obtain Japanese citizenship are not allowed!"

Mochizuki slammed her umbrella down heavily, the tip striking the bluestone with a crisp sound.
"Get down the mountain right now, or I'll throw you all down one by one!"

These prejudiced words caused the faces of the National Team members to darken instantly.

Wang Feng slowly opened his slightly narrowed eyes. He had always maintained an objective attitude towards Japan.

After all, there are three things you shouldn't spray when it comes to cherry blossoms: music, anime, and romance movies.

But the beautiful but foul-mouthed "flower girl" in front of him successfully caught his attention.

"Is this what the Wangyue clan has raised? Is this all the manners they have?" Wang Feng took two steps forward and stared directly at Wangyue Qianxun.

Upon hearing this, Mochizuki Chika was taken aback at first, then laughed angrily: "Fine, very well!"

She raised her hand and slowly tied her long, loose hair into a bun. A pair of silver earrings shimmered coldly in the sunlight, making her skin appear even whiter.

As her hair was styled, her entire demeanor suddenly became sharp and assertive.

"How dare you insult my Wangyue clan! You will pay for those words!" A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and the air around her suddenly cooled down.

Emerald green vines began to seep from the smooth gray marble floor beneath her feet.

These vines grew wildly as if they were alive, and in the blink of an eye they intertwined into giant petals more than a meter wide.

The five petals closed together to form a flower, just like a blooming bellflower, steadily supporting Mochizuki Chizuru and looking down at Wang Feng from above.

(End of this chapter)