Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 179 Ye Xinxia, ​​the General

A month and a half later, at the Parthenon.

Inside the sacred Basilica of Saintess, Panitch was gazing intently at the olive tree outside the window. The last rays of the setting sun shone through the stained glass, casting dappled light and shadow on her snow-white saintly robes.

"Pannija, are you ready?"

The great sage Merora appeared silently in the hall, her withered fingers gently stroking her scepter, her aged face appearing particularly gloomy in the shadows.

Panijia turned around, sunlight dancing on her long silver hair.

"Lady Merora, is the plan truly foolproof?"

"Heh." Merora let out a hoarse chuckle. "No matter how cautious Ye Xinxia is, she can't escape this trap. After all, she's that person's daughter, not to mention..."

A sinister smile spread across her wrinkled face. "She's keeping a forget-me-not inside her."

Panijia lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her face.

When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with determination.

"In that case, I'll finish this last piece of the puzzle."

"All of this is for the glory of Lady Inosa."

……

Dark clouds obscured the morning star, and the night was as thick as ink.

Ye Xinxia awoke from her daze, a sharp pain shooting through her forehead, her limbs feeling weak and powerless, as if all her strength had been drained away.

She slowly opened her eyes and found herself not lying on her familiar bed, but sitting on a cold stone chair, surrounded by a quiet pavilion.

Last night... she was clearly reading a book, how did she end up here?

Suddenly, a pungent smell of rust filled her nostrils, instantly waking her up and causing her pupils to contract slightly.

The moment her vision cleared, she realized that she was surrounded by the crowd at the Parthenon.

Every gaze was like a sharp blade, filled with shock, anger, and even... fear.

"What you said is truly chilling." The temple's voice was low and disappointed, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"How wicked!" the great sage Merora shouted, her withered fingers gripping her scepter tightly, her voice filled with suppressed rage.

"In your eyes, is life so cheap? To ascend to the position of goddess, you would resort to such means to eliminate dissidents?!"

"As expected... it flows with the blood of a demon." Someone whispered in agreement, their tone full of disgust.

Ye Xinxia slowly looked around and found that almost all of Parthenon's top executives were present, and everyone was staring at her with judgmental eyes.

Strangely, she was unusually calm, as if she had already learned to ignore everything in the long dream.

She looked down and finally saw the source of the pungent smell—blood.

Her fingertips, sleeves, and skirt were all stained with a sticky, dark red.

At her feet lay Saint Panicia, her eyes wide open, dying with disbelief, as if she could not believe what she was seeing until her very last moment.

Her gaze remained fixed on Ye Xinxia.

"I...killed her?" Ye Xinxia murmured.

For some reason, she felt that she had done it herself. She didn't even know why she did it. She also managed to find a few fragments of her vague memory of herself doing it herself.

"Can you still forget what you did?!" Hailong roared, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes burning with fury.

Ye Xinxia suddenly remembered Wang Feng's words of advice.

Her gaze slowly swept over the crowd, lingering briefly on the temple's matriarch, Pamis, before finally settling on Merora's wrinkled face.

“I never expected,” her voice was eerily calm, “that the Great Sage would actually be willing to let Pan Jiani die.”

Merora's pupils contracted suddenly, but only for a moment.

She slammed her scepter to the ground and shouted, "Stop slandering me! Your second personality just confessed to luring and killing Pan Jiani! Now you still want to deny it?" Second personality?

A cold smile appeared on Ye Xinxia's lips.

Parthenon's soul has no self-awareness and could never evolve into a so-called second personality.

Someone shut down her consciousness.

Someone used her to say things she had never thought she would say.

Only one person can do this.
Forget the insect.

The Black Vatican.

This meticulously crafted scheme has finally come to light.

(Note 1: Both Ye Chang and Xin Xia had Forgetfulness Worms on their bodies. Ye Chang's life was short after the Forgetfulness Worms were removed, while Xin Xia was able to refine the Forgetfulness Worms on her own after reaching the higher level.)

(Note 2: There are many super-level healing mages in Parthenon, but Xinxia ultimately refined the Forgetfulness Worm herself, so it is speculated that eradicating the Forgetfulness Worm without injury requires one to be a super-level healing mage, and others cannot help.)
Ye Xinxia lowered her eyes, offering neither explanation nor struggle.

She knew better than anyone that this was a deadly trap meticulously woven by Yizhisha's faction—evidence, testimony, motives, all avenues of retreat had been completely sealed off.

Unless... she can awaken the power of Parthenon's soul at this moment and crush all conspiracies with absolute strength.

But she can't do it now.

"Brother Wang Feng, I'm sorry..." she murmured to herself, "I... still lost."

Asha Ruya, standing to the side, watched Xinxia's slightly bowed profile, her fingertips unconsciously clenching.

She remained silent for a moment, then suddenly turned and left.

After stepping out of the crowd, she tapped her finger lightly and quietly sent a message...

……

Moonlight spills into the tranquil courtyard of a villa estate along the Mediterranean coast.

Wang Feng sat cross-legged in the cultivation room, his eyes slightly closed, surrounded by a faint milky white halo.

Within his spiritual universe, a vast sea of ​​stars was slowly flowing, with 2401 stars radiating a soft and pure light.

Half a month ago, he successfully refined the Star Sea Heavenly Vein and officially entered the super-level realm.

However, his seclusion until now was not merely to consolidate his cultivation, but to completely control the power emanating from the Parthenon's soul.

He originally tried to merge Parthenon's soul with his own angelic soul embryo, but found that although they were both soul embryos, their origins were completely different.

In the end, he had no choice but to abandon the idea and instead focus on familiarizing himself with the use of spiritual power.

"Ring~ Ring~"

Suddenly, the vibration of a cell phone broke the silence of the meditation room.

Wang Feng slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in his dark pupils.

He reached for his phone, the screen lit up, and a message from Asha'ruya appeared before his eyes—

"Ye Xinxia is in trouble."

Wang Feng's pupils contracted slightly, and then a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Ha, so it's come to this?" he muttered to himself, his voice chilling. "They really are... courting death."

He put down his phone, took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly became restrained, like the calm before a storm.

"Perfect, I've almost got the power under control."

Wang Feng stood up, pushed open the door to his secluded room, and moonlight shone on his tall, slender figure.

"It's time... to wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

(End of this chapter)