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Chapter 149: The Forbidden Spell Unleashed, Michael Makes His First Appearance
Wang Feng withdrew his outward-projected spiritual power and landed lightly back on the ground.

“So you’ve already reached the semi-forbidden spell level.” Wang Feng glanced at Ye Chang behind him. “No wonder you were able to sneak into my room so quietly.”

Ye Chang bowed slightly and parted her red lips: "It is entirely due to Master's grace that Chang'er was able to reach this realm."

Wang Feng stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Could I really be the reincarnation of a ginseng spirit? Even my essence can help me break through forbidden spells?

If that's the case, perhaps Ye Chang can really break through to the true forbidden spell realm?

"Master," Ye Chang hesitated, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, "Wouldn't it be... dangerous to just let them go back like this?"

"Heh." Wang Feng sneered, "If it weren't for the sake of our old friendship, he wouldn't be leaving here alive today."

Zhan Kong had taken good care of him when he was in Bo City, and Zu Xiangtian was, after all, Zhan Kong's cousin.

If it were anyone else, they would have already sunk to the bottom of the sea and become fish food!

Ye Chang bit her lower lip lightly: "I'm worried that the Court of Judgment might send even more powerful individuals."

The Court of Judgment is a subordinate agency of the Holy Court of Judgment, but it possesses the power to easily destroy any country.

"So what? Do they dare send forbidden spells? Do they think China is easy to bully? And even if they do come, so what? Even if it's a Saint Shadow, I can still crush it!" Wang Feng laughed disdainfully.

Two to four wings are called Exia.

Those with six to eight wings are called Virtues.

The ten-winged ones are called the Archangels of Punishment.

Above the twelve wings are those called Seraphim.

Those who can become Holy Shadows are all capable of independently releasing forbidden spells and possess the Holy City Angel Soul Embryo; at the very least, they are all Archangels!

The strongest Holy Shadow is the leader of the Holy Shadows—Fal, a ten-winged Executioner Angel, the most powerful Holy City warrior outside of the seven Great Winged Archangels.

However, the difference between a ten-winged Executioner and a twelve-winged Seraphim is not just a little bit.

Angels with fewer than ten wings would be instantly killed if the Emperor got close (like the little white tiger), but seraphim with twelve wings have the ability to fight the Emperor hand-to-hand!
Seeing that Wang Feng was so confident, Ye Chang said no more.

"By the way, where are Yu'er and Aili?" Wang Feng asked, turning his head.

"they--"

Before Ye Chang finished speaking, two beautiful figures emerged from the shadows of the unfinished urban area in the distance.

Qin Yu'er was dressed in white, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, her eyes filled with worry.

Ellie skipped along beside her, her blonde hair gleaming in the sunset, a carefree smile on her face.

"Boss, you're back?" Qin Yu'er's voice was soft, but she couldn't hide her concern.

"Teacher!" Ellie waved cheerfully, completely forgetting the tense atmosphere from just now.

Wang Feng's gaze swept over the two of them, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

"Aren't you hurt?"

Qin Yu'er gently shook her head, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, but the worry between her brows remained: "Boss, how about I go back to Tianshan? That way, even if the forbidden spell comes, it won't matter."

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Wang Feng's voice suddenly rose, interrupting her decisively. "I told you no one can touch you, not even the Heavenly King himself! What are forbidden spells? Even if angels come, I can still fight them back!"

Wang Feng remembered that in the original plot, when the Court of Judgment arrested Qin Yu'er, they didn't dare to act openly at all, but instead kidnapped her like thieves.

They even went so far as to deliberately bypass China and secretly return to the Holy City via other routes.

Moreover, capturing Qin Yu'er was merely a ploy to lure the ancient King Zhan Kong to the Holy City, where Michael would use the Holy City's formation to execute Zhan Kong and return to the Holy City in glory.

As for Qin Yu'er herself, the Holy Judgment Court doesn't care at all!
Now that Zu Xiangtian has brought his men here, without any arrest warrants from the Holy Judgment Court, he's probably just trying to curry favor with some people.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yu'er's icy blue eyes trembled slightly, as if a thousand emotions were surging within them.

She bit her lower lip lightly, and in the end, she only gave Wang Feng one deep look.

"Alright, stop standing around." Wang Feng waved his hand, feigning ease. "Those who need to cultivate, cultivate; those who need to eat, eat. If the Tribunal makes a move..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three of them: "Remember to notify me as soon as possible." Ye Chang nodded in understanding, and Qin Yu'er also gave a soft "Mm."

Only Ellie smiled and gave an OK sign: "Got it, teacher!"

After the three left, the ease on Wang Feng's face gradually faded.

He gazed at the calm sea, his brows furrowing unconsciously.

Although he said he wasn't afraid of the forbidden angel, he knew in his heart that if the Holy Shadow really came at all costs, by the time he got back, Asuka City would probably already be in ruins.

“It seems,” Wang Feng stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming, “that it’s time to bring in a proper forbidden spell to set the tone.”

……

Wang Feng stepped into the ancient gate of Lingyin Temple, where fallen leaves rustled on the bluestone path.

During the off-season for tourism, there were few worshippers in the temple, adding to its tranquility.

His gaze swept over the monks coming and going, finally settling on an old monk who was sweeping the courtyard.

The old monk was hunched over, his coarse robe faded from washing, and the rustling sound of his bamboo broom scraping the ground mingled with the distant sound of bells.

"Found it." A glint flashed in Wang Feng's eyes, and he stepped forward.

"Master, I apologize for disturbing you."

The sound of the bamboo broom came to an abrupt end.

The old monk slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes revealing a clear understanding of the world.

He clasped his hands together, his monk's sleeves hanging down: "Amitabha, what brings you here, benefactor?"

Wang Feng got straight to the point: "I would like to invite the master to move to Feiniao City and stay for half a year."

"I am but a humble sweeping monk," the old monk said in a hoarse voice. "You must have mistaken me for someone else."

Wang Feng smiled, his eyes piercing: "Master, you have already surpassed the limits of a mage, haven't you?"

The courtyard fell silent for a moment, broken only by the rustling of leaves in the wind. The old monk remained silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Are you a member of the Forbidden Spells Guild, benefactor?"

“Master, there’s no need to worry.” Wang Feng shook his head. “I only wish to ask you to oversee Feiniao City and guard against petty thieves. I will absolutely not disturb your peaceful cultivation.”

As he spoke, he raised his palm, and a crystal-clear, milky-white petal appeared out of thin air.

The petals exuded a crisp, refreshing fragrance, and fine ice crystals condensed in the surrounding air.

"This is..." The old monk's cloudy eyes suddenly narrowed, and then he closed his eyes and chanted, "Amitabha."

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze had become clear and bright: "Benefactor, please follow this old monk."

……

Inside a hotel in a Gothic building in the holy city.

Zu Xiangtian stood bowing before a blond man, his forehead still bearing unhealed scars.

“Lord Michael,” Zu Xiangtian lowered his voice, “your subordinate has discovered an opportunity in China to help you return to the Holy City in glory.”

Michael paused slightly in his movements, and slowly raised his sea-blue eyes: "Oh?"

“When I was ordered to apprehend Qin Yu’er,” Zu Xiangtian unconsciously touched the wound on his chest, “I encountered a young man named Wang Feng who blocked my way. His mental strength has probably reached the limits of human capabilities.”

“But what’s strange is,” Zu Xiangtian leaned closer, “this person is only twenty-three years old, and on the surface he’s just a high-level mage. Yet he can command demons to besiege Mount Mupang, and even…”

“Even what?” Michael’s voice was as deep as a cello.

"He even mobilized the entire Sha Yuan army!" Zu Xiangtian lowered his voice. "I suspect that he is either the original Undead Emperor or he has been possessed!"

Upon hearing this, Michael's eyes flashed with interest.

"What a pity, he's only at the high level. He's not qualified enough."

(End of this chapter)