Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 176 Investing in Lao Zhao, Night Raid on Goddess Peak
Wang Feng finally managed to shake off the group of enthusiastic reporters and returned to his residence as the sun was setting.

As soon as I entered, I saw Zhao Manyan sprawled on the sofa, looking utterly dejected.

"What's wrong?" Wang Feng kicked his shin.

Zhao Manyan's eyes lit up, then dimmed again: "My old man..." But the words turned into a long sigh.

"Spit it out!" Wang Feng frowned impatiently.

"My dad worked too hard when he was young, and it left him with a lot of health problems." Zhao Manyan scratched his blond hair. "I wanted to make him proud after our victory, but he fell ill and didn't even get to see the final."

Wang Feng suddenly narrowed his eyes—according to the original timeline, the internal strife within the Zhao family broke out during this period.

Zhao Manyan, who was originally protected by Baxia, was able to escape this calamity, but now...
A flash of silver light appeared at Wang Feng's fingertips as he retrieved a lotus petal, shimmering with a lustrous sheen, from the spatial rift.

The moment the lotus petals appeared, a refreshing and vibrant atmosphere filled the entire room, and even the green plants on the windowsill visibly stretched out a bit.

"What is this?!" Zhao Manyan suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

As the second young master of the Zhao family, he could still tell what kind of treasure Wang Feng had!

The vibrant life force dancing on those lotus petals is clearly a divine object capable of prolonging life!
“A thousand-year-old sacred lotus petal,” Wang Feng casually tossed it, “more than enough to heal your old man’s hidden injuries, and at least allow him to live for another ten or eight years.”

"Captain! It's me!" Zhao Manyan's voice trembled with excitement as he reached out to take it.

Wang Feng suddenly stopped: "What's the rush? There are conditions."

"Go ahead and say it!" Zhao Manyan thumped his chest loudly. "I'd give you my life!"

"I want the contract ring from your Zhao family." Wang Feng narrowed his eyes.

"A contract ring?" Zhao Manyan looked blank. "Does my family have one of these?"

"Go back and ask your father."

Wang Feng gently placed the lustrous lotus petals into Zhao Manyan's palm.

"Remember, leave tonight, don't take a plane, and watch out for your brother."

Zhao Manyan's pupils contracted sharply: "Captain, you mean my brother?"

"Don't you know what kind of person Zhao Youqian is?" Wang Feng sneered.

He knew the root of this fratricidal conflict—Old Master Zhao's casual remark had allowed Zhao Manyan, who spent his days indulging in pleasure, to inherit the family business.

Zhao Youqian, who had worked diligently for more than a decade, ended up as a wage earner.

Anyone would feel resentful in that situation!
However, Zhao Youqian's practice of openly pricing family ties is truly disgusting.

He preferred to support this dissolute but loyal spendthrift son to take the throne rather than that cold-blooded businessman.

Zhao Manyan took a deep breath, the confusion in his eyes gradually replaced by sharpness: "Captain, I will remember this kindness."

“I hope that three days from now,” Wang Feng turned to look at the moonlight outside the window, “we will see the lively and energetic Second Young Master Zhao in Parthenon, not a portrait for people to admire.”

"must!"

……

The three-day rest period passed in the blink of an eye.

Led by their mentor Pang Lai, the Huaxia National Government team ascended the stone steps of the Parthenon.

Perhaps considering their 'special relationship' with Wang Feng, Parthenon sent a rather lavish reception team.

Kas, the deputy lord of the Knights' Hall, stood solemnly on the left, clad in silver armor, while the beautiful woman on the right, dressed in a moon-white sage's robe, was none other than Tisu, an old acquaintance of Wang Feng.

A perfectly timed smile played on her lips, and the golden olive branch emblem on her chest gleamed in the sunlight.

“Welcome, distinguished guests from China.” Tisu stepped forward. “The temple has prepared guest rooms and lunch. Please follow me.”

The group followed her through the magnificent archway of the Knights' Palace, finally arriving at a secluded courtyard surrounded by olive trees. Pale blue forget-me-nots swayed in the breeze on both sides of the cobblestone path.

As they were parting, Tisu suddenly turned around and said meaningfully, "A special reminder: there are restrictions on Goddess Peak. Please be mindful of your conduct, distinguished guests."

Wang Feng watched her departing figure, a playful smile curving his lips.

Those so-called restrictions were nothing more than a thin sheet of paper that could be easily pierced in his eyes.

……

The night was as dark as ink, and Wang Feng's figure transformed into a wisp of smoke, moving through the shadows where the moonlight could not reach.

Those restrictions that were said to be able to stop even forbidden spellcasters were useless in front of him.

“Xinxia is to the east, and Asha Ruya is to the west,” Wang Feng paused briefly at the crossroads.

He suddenly chuckled softly, then turned and sped eastward.

Outside the Temple of the Holy Maiden, the armor of the Golden Knight gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Wang Feng, however, moved through the blind spot of the twelve guards as if they were in an empty place, without even disturbing the warning barrier in front of the palace gate.

In front of the dressing table in the inner hall, Ye Xinxia was combing her long, black hair that reached her waist.

Beneath the silk robe, her exquisite curves were faintly visible, and suddenly another figure appeared in the mirror.

"Xinxia~"

The jade comb in her hand fell onto the dressing table with a 'thud,' and before she could turn around, she was enveloped by a familiar body temperature.

Wang Feng rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe: "Did you miss me?"

"Brother Wang Feng?" Ye Xinxia turned around, her bright eyes filled with surprise. "How did you get in?"

"If I wanted to see you, I would have come." Wang Feng kissed her cheek, casually twirling a strand of her hair with his fingertips. "Those guards at the gate? They couldn't even catch a glimpse of me."

Although the one guarding the palace gate is a Golden Knight, there are still differences between different Super-Rank units.

Under the influence of Wang Feng's eighth-level spiritual power, the knight could not detect even the slightest abnormality.

"You bad boy." Ye Xinxia lightly punched his chest, but then snuggled into his arms, rubbing her cheek against his chest: "I missed you so much."

"Any recent discoveries?" Wang Feng asked, stroking her soft, long hair.

Ye Xinxia suddenly lowered her voice: "Saintess Ander has gone missing. Her clothes were found on the cliff edge of Goddess Peak, suggesting she may have jumped off the cliff. But strangely, her body has never been found."

A playful smile curved Wang Feng's lips.

Of course there are no remains, since she is currently with Ye Chang, preparing to backstab Yi Zhi Sha!

"Anything else?" He casually stroked the back of Ye Xinxia's neck.

"There's something else that's strange. It seems that the Temple Mother Pamishi and the Great Sage Merora are not in cahoots," Ye Xinxia said, frowning slightly.

"Of course they're not in cahoots. Merora is Izusa's loyal dog."

“As for Pamishi,” Wang Feng paused, then continued, “she’s grooming you to be her successor.”

"Successor? Why?" Ye Xinxia blinked in confusion.

Wang Feng remained silent for a moment before speaking in a deep voice, "Pamishi has another identity." He stared at Xin Xia's widening eyes, "The White-Robed Pope of the Black Church."

“And you,” he gently lifted Xinxia’s chin, “are the next pope she has chosen.”

The comb slipped from Ye Xinxia's fingers, making a crisp sound on the marble floor.

She originally thought that her status as the daughter of Wen Tai, with the Parthenon spirit dormant within her, was already quite astonishing.

Unexpectedly, the Holy Mother Pamish, the most holy being in the eyes of the world, is actually the Pope of the evil of the world (the Black Church)!
(End of this chapter)