Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 109 Light? Darkness? A Thought of God and Demon!
Wang Feng followed the mountain path to the mountain worship site indicated by the red spider lily.

It was already late at night, and the mountains were shrouded in mist. The surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of one's own footsteps could be heard.

As soon as I reached the stone steps at the foot of the mountain, I saw a monk dressed in gray robes slowly sweeping the steps by the moonlight.

The scene of sweeping the floor late at night seemed particularly out of place on the deserted mountain road.

"Esteemed benefactor, is there something important that brings you to the mountain to offer sacrifices so late at night?" The monk stopped sweeping and looked up to ask.

His voice was calm and unhurried, and it sounded exceptionally clear in the night.

Wang Feng stared at the monk for a moment, then asked bluntly, "Great monk, did you see anything dirty coming up the mountain?"

"Dirty things? What do you mean, benefactor?" The monk frowned slightly, gently tapping the ground with the broom in his hand.

"It's those unclean things, ghosts, phantoms, and the like," Wang Feng said bluntly. "They have no physical form, and they carry an evil aura."

The monk nodded thoughtfully: "Why did you come to the mountain to offer sacrifices and find these things, benefactor?"

Wang Feng said without changing his expression, "To be honest, I am a Taoist priest from China."

"It is my duty to eliminate evil and protect the righteous. When I pass by this place and notice traces of evil spirits, I naturally have to come and investigate to find out the truth, so as to prevent them from harming the people."

"Amitabha." The monk clasped his hands together, revealing a meaningful smile.

"There's no need for you to worry, benefactor. The evil spirit had just approached the sacrificial mountain when it was already delivered by this humble monk."

"Is that so?" Wang Feng frowned slightly.

“If you don’t believe me, you are welcome to investigate for yourself,” the monk guarding the mountain said, his hands clasped together in a calm tone.

Wang Feng shook his head: "I naturally believe what the monk says." He then changed the subject:
"However, venerable monk, you seem to be tainted with some evil energy. How about I help you remove it?"

Before he finished speaking, a soft, milky-white halo had already formed in Wang Feng's palm.

The monk guarding the mountain initially stiffened slightly, but after realizing it was only a beginner-level healing spell, he relaxed his guard and allowed the warm light to envelop his entire body.

The healing power is like a spring breeze, not only dispelling physical fatigue but also invigorating the spirit.

The monk couldn't help but wonder to himself: Could it be that he had truly been tainted by an evil aura that he himself was unaware of?

At this moment, Wang Feng's special ability, [Healing Copy], has already been activated.

Within his spiritual universe, an angelic soul embryo, filled with blood yet pure, is slowly taking shape.

[Angel Soul Embryo]: The angel soul embryo of the seven archangels, Sariel.

To his surprise, the fallen angel soul within him awakened on its own, greedily trying to devour this newborn 'compatriot'.

Wang Feng hurriedly mobilized all his mental energy to forcibly separate the two soul embryos, putting them into a deep sleep.

"Thank you, benefactor." After being healed, Sariel clasped his hands together, radiating an unusual aura of peace.

He was completely unaware that his most precious soul embryo had been 'stolen' by Wang Feng.

Wang Feng suppressed his surging emotions and returned the greeting without changing his expression: "Exorcising demons and monsters is our duty. Now that the evil spirit has been eliminated, I will take my leave."

After saying that, Wang Feng turned and left.

Sariel watched the "Taoist priest" leave without suspecting anything.

In his eyes, this was just an ordinary monk searching for the traces of the red spider lily.

After Wang Feng's figure completely disappeared into the night, Sariel looked up at the starry sky:

"Red Devil, oh Red Devil," he whispered, a burning glint in his eyes.
"The day you gather all eight souls and ascend to the Evil Saint King will be the day I judge you and return to the Holy City in glory!"

……

Three days later, the Chinese Nationalist team left the Osaka National Hall and set off for the Naval Battle Castle for their final training.

As they parted, Mochizuki Chika's new look drew attention from the team members who were familiar with Japanese culture.

She styled her long hair, which she used to wear high, into a gentle, one-shoulder ponytail, with a cascade of black hair falling down to her chest.

At the waist of her elegant light blue kimono, a crimson pillowcase, a symbol of her married status, was prominently displayed.

Her submissive and meek demeanor was completely different from the arrogant and haughty young lady she had been when they first met.

"Captain, this isn't your 'masterpiece,' is it?" Zhao Manyan winked and lowered his voice.

Wang Feng's gaze swept over the pillowcase at Wang Yueqianxun's waist, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

Although he didn't answer, the smug look in his eyes clearly said, "That's right, I did it!"

Jiang Shaoxu snorted softly, secretly resolving to ignore this womanizer for the next three days.

Ai Jiangtu silently memorized this scene, planning how to describe this wonderful show to his younger sister, Ai Tutu, when he returned home.

Although Mu Nujiao and Mu Ningxue were somewhat displeased, they didn't say anything.

After all, they were able to get enough sleep these past few days thanks to the help of Yue Qianxun.
...

After leaving Osaka, the ID card and bank card that should have been frozen were rendered useless by Wang Feng's mental illusion.

The National Government team successfully boarded the Shinkansen bound for Tokyo.

"Thanks to the captain's mind illusion, otherwise we would have had to squeeze into an unlicensed taxi," Jiang Yu sighed, gazing at the scenery rushing past the window.

“Indeed, no problem, bro!” Zhao Manyan agreed.

Wang Feng looked around at everyone and suddenly said, "There's something I need to explain in advance. Once we get to Tokyo, there won't be time to wander around. We must go to Naval Battle City to report immediately."

"Huh? So soon? I wanted to go shopping!" Jiang Shaoxu's face fell immediately, and she muttered in disappointment.

"The results of this naval battle are extremely important," Wang Feng said solemnly. "First, they will affect resource allocation, and second, they will determine the elimination list—even high-level mages are no exception!"

"Most importantly, this trial is also related to a precious opportunity to advance to a higher level. Those who fail to reach a higher level before the trial ends will be directly eliminated!"

These words shocked everyone.

But Zhao Manyan didn't care at all. Instead, he asked with great interest, "Advancing to a higher level? That's a huge resource. Could it be that the National Government will provide the Star River Vein?"

After all, he was a substitute spot that the Zhao family had obtained at great expense, meaning he essentially brought his own investment into the group.

So no matter who gets eliminated, it won't be him!
"Whether it's the Star River Vein or not has nothing to do with you substitutes, so why are you so concerned about it?" Zu Jiming interjected sarcastically.

Zhao Manyan pursed his lips and shut his mouth in a huff.

"There really aren't any substitutes?" Mo Fan's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes." Wang Feng nodded in confirmation, "Substitutes are only qualified to train with the team, and do not enjoy resource allocation."

"Thank goodness, I'm a starter, not a substitute, otherwise I would have been at a huge loss!" Mo Fan patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Wang Feng informed him to participate in the final challenge of the selection competition.

Otherwise, if his starting spot is pushed to the substitutes, he will have lost a huge amount of resources.

Mu Ningxue quietly gazed at the fleeting scenery outside the window, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the armrest of the seat.

If it weren't for Wang Feng's help, even if she had earned a substitute spot with her abilities, she would have been eliminated sooner or later without resource support.
Thinking of this, she glanced at Wang Feng, who was talking quietly with Mu Nujiao, and her icy face inexplicably flushed slightly.

(End of this chapter)