Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 152 Black Cat and White Dog, Together for the Future
(Thanks to Young Master Ye for the generous donation!)

After receiving his payment, Wang Feng set off for Venice.

This floating city has a unique charm, with Gothic spires reflected in the blue water and stained glass windows refracting a dreamlike halo in the sunlight.

Stone bridges connect the crisscrossing waterways, and gondolas sway gently in the canals. It's the eve of the National Games, and the entire city is immersed in a vibrant atmosphere.

"Where should I look for them?" Wang Feng muttered to himself as he strolled through St. Mark's Square.

"Your Majesty, you've finally arrived!" Suddenly, a seductive voice rang in my ears.

Wang Feng turned his head and saw a sweet-looking brown-haired girl smiling at him, but the eerie light in her eyes clearly belonged to the Queen of the Netherworld.

"What exactly are you guys doing?" Wang Feng asked, frowning.

The young girl covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her every gesture exuding the unique charm of the Nine Netherworld Queen: "Your Majesty, come with me and you will know~"

She led Wang Feng through several quiet alleys, finally stopping in front of an abandoned old church.

The stained glass windows are now broken and incomplete, and vines have climbed all over the gray stone walls.

"Master~ There's a secret room below the obituary room, they're waiting for you inside~ Have fun~" Jiuyouhou covered her mouth and chuckled, her figure gradually disappearing into the shadows.

Wang Feng raised an eyebrow and walked towards the dilapidated obituary room.

He lightly stomped his foot on the ground, and sure enough, a hollow echo was heard.

After searching for a while, he discovered the mechanism under a rotten wooden chair.

"click"

The ground slowly cracked open, revealing a deep staircase.

A damp, musty smell mixed with a faint aroma of incense wafted over.

As Wang Feng descended the steps, he noticed ancient bronze torches embedded in the walls, their light illuminating the mottled reliefs on the stone walls on either side.

The reliefs depict scenes of angels battling demons, yet they are strangely eerie—the angels' faces are distorted, while the demons' postures are sacred and solemn.

“This place,” Wang Feng’s finger traced a mark, “looks like a secret meeting place for some priests and nuns.”

...

As they went deeper, they could faintly hear a woman's suppressed sobs.

Turning the last corner, a secret room with a half-open door came into view.

Wang Feng pushed open the door, and the sight that met his eyes made his pupils shrink slightly—

Mu Tingying held a whip in her hand, wearing a matte black tight-fitting leather outfit with a fun cutout, a pair of soft black cat ears on her head, and a long, thin black cat tail peeking out from the gap in her leather pants.

Before her stood Nan Rongni, imprisoned on a cross.

Upon seeing that it was Wang Feng, Mu Tingying's face lit up with joy.

He strode forward, and when he was half a step away from Wang Feng, he knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and said respectfully.

"Master, you've arrived?"

Wang Feng's gaze shifted back and forth between Mu Tingying and Nan Rongni, his voice slightly hoarse: "What...what's going on?"

No wonder Jiuyou said meaningfully before leaving, "Have fun."

The "surprise" was surprisingly amazing!

"Master," Mu Tingying tilted her head slightly, her voice soft and charming yet carrying a hint of seeking praise.

"I have recorded all the evidence of Nan Rongni's plot to kill Mu Ningxue with a voice recorder."

She paused, her gaze falling on Nan Rongni on the cross, her tone tinged with smugness:

"As for her... I thought it would be a waste to let such a fine body go to waste. So, I took it upon myself to decide..."

She carefully observed Wang Feng's expression, her voice gradually lowering: "Master, you won't blame me, will you?"

Wang Feng's gaze shifted back and forth between Mu Tingying and Nan Rongni.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke, his voice low and deep: "I remember you sent me a message half a month ago. In these past two weeks, you wouldn't have..."

Mu Tingying's red lips curved into a charming smile:

"Hmm~ I've been diligently teaching Nanrong Ni for the past two weeks~"

She deliberately emphasized the word 'teach', saying, "We're just waiting for the owner to come and inspect the results."

"Hiss—" Wang Feng gasped. Half a month.
Even Ye Chang had to beg for mercy.

Sensing Wang Feng's hesitation, a dangerous glint flashed in Mu Tingying's eyes:

"If the master doesn't like it, should we get rid of it?"

"No need," Wang Feng raised his hand to stop him. "She still has value to us."

“That’s great~”

Mu Tingying smiled again, and her leather jacket made a slight rustling sound as she turned around.

She walked with cat-like steps toward the cross, the clanging of the metal chains ringing out sharply in the silence.

"Come, come and meet your master."

Nan Rongni's originally bright eyes were now unfocused and lifeless, but they suddenly lit up with an unusual light when they met his gaze.

Her body twisted involuntarily.

"What's wrong with her?"

Mu Tingying covered her mouth and chuckled, "This servant used Sister Jiuyou's specially made [computer parts]~"

She deliberately dragged out the tone, her fingertips slowly tracing patterns on Nan Rong Ni Guangjie's back.

"Otherwise, how could she have become so well-behaved?"

Her fingernail suddenly slashed hard—

"Woo!"

Nan Rongni trembled violently, and her skin immediately flushed an eerie red.

She tilted her head back, her unfocused pupils reflecting Wang Feng's image, and a sweet sob escaped her throat.

Mu Tingying chuckled, holding a chain in each hand, the silver bells jingling crisply with her movements:

"Master~ You want to raise a proud black cat?" The chain on the left hand swayed gently.

"Or should we get a white dog?"

"you still need to ask?"

……

Time flies, and another week has passed in the blink of an eye.

The Grand Prix de Venice is about to begin, and the St. Mark's Auction, held concurrently, is also on its schedule.

"Captain! This way!" Zhao Manyan's signature cheerful voice rang out from the crowd.

He was standing at the entrance of the auction house, waving vigorously at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng pushed through the bustling crowd and approached Zhao Manyan: "Has the auction list been released yet?"

"Just got it." Zhao Manyan handed over a beautifully bound booklet with a gold-embossed cover. "This time it's all top-quality stuff; the national teams are probably going to have to spend a lot."

Wang Feng quickly browsed the list.

Sure enough, as the competition approached, a large number of rare items appeared at the auction—from top-grade soul seeds to top-tier magical tools, there was something for everyone.

These merchants clearly targeted the urgent need of various governments and their armies to enhance their strength.

Although with Wang Feng's current strength and resources, these auction items are not very attractive to him.

But thinking of Mu Nujiao, his gaze lingered on a few more items for a moment longer.

This stubborn girl is still using the warrior-level pseudo-demon seed he gave her as her main plant-based skill.

Although her secondary cultivation of the wind element is equipped with a top-grade spirit seed, it is ultimately not enough for the world-class stage.

As for the ice element as a secondary skill, it didn't even have a spirit seed.
His gaze swept over the wind and ice elemental soul seeds displayed on the list, all of which were inferior artificially synthesized products, without even the most basic elemental crystals being fused into them.

Artificial soul seeds without added elemental crystals are basically the lowest-grade small soul seeds, let alone having any additional effects or domains.

"We still need to fleece the Mu family!"

Wang Feng handed the list back to Zhao Manyan: "I didn't find anything I liked at this auction, so you can go get it yourself."

(End of this chapter)