Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 108 Mochizuki Chika has bound the future and is searching for the Archangel Sariel!

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"you sure?"

Wang Feng's voice was low and slow as his fingertips tapped lightly on the door frame, creating a rhythmic sound in the quiet corridor.

Mochizuki Chika's Adam's apple bobbed, and her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her yukata.
"If Wang Fengjun requires me to pay any price, I will try my best to meet it."

Wang Feng suddenly chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down Wang Yueqianxun's spine.

“No price is necessary,” he said slowly. “However, your apology doesn’t seem very sincere.”

His gaze swept over her entire body as if it were a tangible object: "Have you never heard of 'bearing thorns to apologize'?"

Mochizuki looked up abruptly, her pupils slightly contracting.

She certainly knew this Chinese story—the tale of Lian Po, who went to someone's door to apologize, shirtless and carrying a bundle of thorns on his back.

Should we let her too?

Her gaze fell on Wang Feng's ambiguous smile, and she suddenly realized that she had been tricked again.

But unexpectedly, the expected anger did not appear. Instead, a strange current rose up her spine, causing her to unconsciously clench her legs together.

This feeling is like being tightly bound by ice chains and suppressed to the ground in the arena during the day.

The humiliation of being dominated by absolute power now transformed into a thrilling pleasure that spread throughout her body.

Her skin under the yukata began to feel hot, and she could even feel her heart beating incredibly fast.

Wang Feng shook his head as he looked at Mochizuki Chika's constantly changing expression.

Just as I was about to let her leave, I heard Mochizuki Chika's barely audible voice:

"If it's Wang Fengjun's request..."

Mochizuki looked up and glanced around. After confirming that the corridor was empty, she suddenly stepped into the room.

With a slight lift of her delicate hand, the thin sash around her waist fell to the ground.

The pale purple yukata, like fallen cherry blossom petals, slid slowly down her alabaster skin, piling up into soft clouds on the wooden floor.

Red, white, and purple—three colors come into view.

rustling—

Gray vines suddenly snaked up from her ankles, wrapping around her long legs like living ribbons.

The tiny leaves on the vine trembled gently, leaving faint red marks on her skin.

Finally, it intertwined at the waist into an exquisite tortoise shell binding, making the cherry blossom color even more vibrant.

thump—

Mochizuki Chika knelt on the ground in the most standard dogeza posture, her purple hair cascading down like a waterfall.

The vines tightened slightly with her movements, creating an alluring indentation on her snowy back.

"Wang Fengjun"

Her voice trembled slightly, and her forehead rested against the back of her hand:

Please forgive my rudeness!

A hint of amusement flashed in Wang Feng's eyes, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Not bad!"

He hadn't had enough fun at the hot springs, and now that this young lady from the cherry blossom country had offered herself to him, he naturally had no reason to refuse.

More importantly, isn't this a special kind of "resistance against Japan"?

……

After a night of clouds and rain.

Wang Feng has fully confirmed Mochizuki Chika's masochistic tendencies.

They also developed some alternative ways to use plant-based magic.

This led him to decide to stay in Osaka for a few more days to have a proper "in-depth exchange" with the local national pavilion.

Wang Feng was in a great mood because Mochizuki Chika had become completely obedient to him, and he took the opportunity to rescue her brother, Tsuruta, from the East Guardian Pavilion. As for the Condensed Evil Pearl, Wang Feng simply handed it over to Jiuyou to deal with.

For this supreme monarch-level deceased ruler, dealing with an undeveloped Red Demon was a piece of cake.

...

But Wang Feng never forgot the true purpose of his trip!

The archangel Sariel, lurking near the Twin Guardian Pavilion, awaiting the resurrection of the Evil Saint King!
Based on vague memories, Sariel should be hiding in a temple near the Twin Guardian Pavilion.

Therefore, Wang Feng decided to use the most 'foolish' method to search!
He activated the shadow matter in the Shadow Nebula for the first time, a substance that had never been used before.

【Lycoris radiata】

With the offering of magical energy, an evil aura from the dark dimension instantly spread out.

Wang Feng quickly established contact with the Manjusaka clan, a noble family in the dark dimension, through shadow matter.

Just as he was about to summon the red spider lilies to assist in the search, a powerful and terrifying aura suddenly emerged.

That was a terrifying existence no less than the Nine Netherworld Queen and the Corpse of the Mountain Peak!
"Oops!"

Before Wang Feng could sever the connection, that powerful aura had already established a connection channel and was forcefully descending from the dark dimension into the magical world!
Wang Feng's pupils suddenly contracted as a breathtakingly beautiful figure appeared before his eyes.

The black veil swirls like night mist, outlining an exquisitely graceful silhouette.

The pure black, ethereal dress fluttered without wind, its hem blooming with crimson mandala patterns.

The woman stood still in the shadows, her slender waist and graceful figure resembling an upside-down datura flower, exuding a deadly allure and danger.

"Manjusaka, the Witch Queen!"

Wang Feng's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He originally only wanted to summon ordinary red spider lilies to use their special talents to search for the Archangel Sariel.

Unexpectedly, the ruler of the Manjusaka clan would take the initiative to accept the contract and descend upon this place!
The Queen of the Red Spider Lilies did not show any hostility; instead, she gracefully curtsied, her black gauze skirt spreading out like the night.
"This humble servant greets Your Majesty the Fallen Angel."

"Fallen angel?" Wang Feng was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized.

He copied Azharia's fallen angel soul, and at this moment, he was indeed a fallen angel.

In the hierarchy of the Dark Dimension, Fallen Angels hold a transcendent status!
"What's your name?" Wang Feng asked, composing himself.

A clear, ethereal voice echoed from beneath the black veil: "This humble servant has no name; Your Majesty, the Fallen Angel, may call me Shahua."

“Alright, Shahua. I need you to help me find the archangel lurking here,” Wang Feng said.

Upon hearing the words 'Archangel,' the Witch Queen visibly trembled.

But she quickly lowered her head even further, the black veil fluttering even without wind: "I will obey your command, sir."

In an instant, an eerie red light spread from beneath her feet. Countless red spider lilies burst forth from the earth, transforming in a flash into a sea of ​​crimson flowers.

In an instant, countless blood-red shadows surged towards the surrounding mountains like a tide, each red spider lily transforming into a messenger of the night, searching and traversing under the moonlight.

About half an hour later, the witch queen suddenly trembled slightly:

"My Lord Fallen Angel, we have found the angel's trail."

The witch queen raised her slender finger and pointed to a gloomy mountain thirty miles away: "It's in that Temple of Heroes."

Wang Feng squinted and saw a gray-white temple building faintly visible on the mountainside in the distance. That was the place in Osaka where the spirit tablets of the fallen heroes were kept.

Under the moonlight, the entire mountain was shrouded in an ominous atmosphere.

"You've worked hard, you can go back now." Wang Feng waved his hand.

The witch bowed gracefully, her black veil skirt dissipating like night mist: "I am at your service at any time."

As she departed, the crimson spider lilies covering the mountain withered instantly, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated in the night wind.

"Sariel, I'm here!"

A hint of anticipation flickered in Wang Feng's eyes.

(End of this chapter)