Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 198 Wang Feng: Huh? I'm still a student?
As soon as Wang Feng put down his phone, Ye Chang softly parted her lips and asked, "Is it Asha'ruya?"

"Hmm." Wang Feng replied briefly, but his gaze was unconsciously drawn to the beautiful scenery before him.

Ye Chang smiled knowingly, "That girl does have some skills."

As she spoke, she gracefully crossed her long, slender legs, which were covered in stockings, and the hem of her professional skirt rose slightly with the movement, revealing a section of her snow-white thighs.

Wang Feng's gaze lingered on Ye Chang—her well-tailored office lady suit accentuated her perfect curves, and the collarbone subtly revealed at the shirt collar, along with the mature charm she exuded in every gesture, were all captivating.

Noticing her master's intense gaze, Ye Chang smiled knowingly.

How could she not understand her master's thoughts?
Her slender, jade-like fingers slowly traced her collar, one finger, then two.
The shirt buttons popped open, revealing delicate lace trim underneath.

She rose gracefully, her high heels clicking sensually on the carpet, and finally straddled Wang Feng's lap.

"Master." Ye Chang wrapped her arms around Wang Feng's neck, her breath sweet as orchids.

A faint scent of perfume mingled with their body heat, spreading between them.

She leaned slightly closer to Wang Feng's ear:

"Do you need me to help you with your worries?"

……

As the sun sets in the west, twilight gradually paints the horizon.

Wang Feng had just stepped out of the Twin Towers and was walking along the tree-lined avenue towards the manor when his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Is it so efficient?"

Wang Feng raised an eyebrow, assuming it was a call from Asha Ruya, and casually pressed the answer button.

However, what came through the receiver was Song Qiming's aged and solemn voice: "Wang Feng, you need to be extra careful during this period."

careful?

I?
Wang Feng paused, his tone tinged with surprise, "Grandpa Song, are you sure you haven't come to the wrong person?"

Upon recalling Wang Feng's terrifying combat prowess, Song Qiming's lips twitched involuntarily, but he still said in a deep voice, "It's absolutely true. Archangel Remiel, he's got his eye on you!"

"Remier"

Wang Feng's eyes narrowed, and the information about this archangel flashed through his mind—a twelve-winged seraph, a summoning-type forbidden spell mage, capable of summoning two emperor-level combatants to fight at the same time.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

If this archangel really wants to cause trouble, he will indeed be a formidable opponent.

After all, the difference between twelve wings and fourteen wings is not insurmountable, and with the assistance of two great emperors, the outcome is probably evenly matched.

A playful smile curved Wang Feng's lips, and a glint of intense light flashed in his eyes.

After fusing with Michael's angelic soul, his Luciferian power did not break through to the sixteen-winged seraph realm as expected, but instead got stuck at a delicate bottleneck.

It is only one step away from ultimate power.

This bottleneck is not easily overcome.

They can either return to the Holy City and cultivate diligently with the help of the ancient angelic heritage, or fuse with a powerful angelic soul embryo.

"It's like someone just brings you a pillow when you're sleepy," Wang Feng thought to himself.

Wang Feng chuckled and replied, "Thank you for the reminder, sir. I will be careful."

A helpless sigh came from the other end of the phone: "Hey kid, don't make my precious granddaughter sad." Then he hung up the phone.

Wang Feng stared at his phone screen with a slightly strange expression.

Granddaughter? Which one are you referring to?
Is it the gentle and charming Leng Qing? Or the lively and clever Leng Lingling?
Or perhaps both?

Wang Feng shook his head and chuckled, put his phone back in his pocket, and walked leisurely toward the manor.

……

When Wang Feng arrived in the suburbs, a magnificent manor came into view.

The pristine white marble walkway meanders through meticulously manicured greenery, adorned with a variety of colorful flowers, its scale rivaling that of Erin's renowned estate.

After all, there are many women in the household, and if it's built too small, there won't be enough to go around in the future.
Wang Feng smiled slightly and reached out to push open the ornate iron gate.

Suddenly, his expression hardened, and a surge of immense spiritual power erupted forth.

"Master, it's me."

A slightly unfamiliar voice rang out, followed by a swarm of bats flying out from the shadows of the trees in the manor. They hovered and coalesced in the air, eventually transforming into an elegant human figure. It was none other than Bora, the third guardian of Parthenon Star River Mountain Path and the only surviving boss, a vampire.

"How did you end up here?" Wang Feng frowned slightly.

Bora knelt on one knee, her scarlet cloak swaying gently in the night wind: "Hearing that my master's legacy is here, Bora has come to seek refuge."

He raised his head, his crimson eyes, characteristic of vampires, glistening with tears: "I've finally waited for you."

"Wait!" Wang Feng raised his hand to stop him. "I don't remember agreeing to take you in."

"Master! You are the only demon in this world!" Bora exclaimed dramatically, her tuxedo fluttering in the night wind. "Without you, Bora would die!"

"Oh?" Wang Feng raised an eyebrow with a half-smile. "Then what can you do for me?"

Bora immediately knelt on one knee, her crimson eyes gleaming with longing: "If Master would grant me just a few drops of precious demon blood, Bora could regain the strength of a Supreme Monarch!"

Wang Feng stroked his chin thoughtfully.

A vampire of supreme monarch caliber guarding the house sounds like a pretty good investment.

"then."

With a flick of the fingertip, a string of blood droplets flew out into the air.

Bora instantly transformed into a blur, gracefully flipping in the air, precisely catching every drop of blood into her mouth.

"Thank you for your grace, Master!" Bora bowed deeply, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Wang Feng patted his thin shoulder: "Work hard, you'll get plenty of blood flowing in."

Bora placed her right hand on her chest and gave a standard butler's salute: "Yes, my lord."

……

Pushing open the villa's heavy oak door, a faint scent of building materials wafts out.

Clearly, the mansion had just completed its final renovations, with cleaning tools scattered in the corners.

Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shimmering light on the polished marble floor.

On the second-floor corridor, a slender figure in silver and white was gently sweeping with a broom.

Hearing the noise, she turned around abruptly, her silver hair shimmering with a cool light under the moonlight.

"Wang Feng? You're back?" Mu Ningxue's voice was filled with surprise.

"Hmm?" Wang Feng looked up and smiled. "Ning Xue has moved in already?"

"I...I just came to clean up first." A faint blush rose on Mu Ningxue's cheeks.

A mischievous smile flashed in Wang Feng's eyes.

With a light swirl beneath his feet, he glided like a swallow up to the second floor, arriving beside the beauty in the blink of an eye.
He reached out and embraced her slender waist, whispering in her ear:
"Is our love nest ready?"

The warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and the tips of Mu Ningxue's ears instantly turned crimson.

She lowered her head, a few strands of silver hair falling beside her cheek, and murmured an "Mmm" in a voice barely audible.

Wang Feng's lips curled into a wicked smile, and with a forceful movement, he scooped Mu Ningxue up in his arms.

The girl let out a soft cry, her silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, and her arms naturally wrapped around Wang Feng's neck.

"Then we need to give it a proper 'inspection'."

Which one is our love nest?

"The end of the corridor"

……

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gauze curtains and fell on the messy bed.

Wang Feng was awakened by a series of urgent phone rings. Still half asleep, he pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

Master Xiao Binsen's voice rang out: "You brat! Do you even want to graduate?!"

"It's been so long since the Nationalist government ended, are you not going to participate in the graduation assessment?!"

Wang Feng sat up abruptly, the silk sheet slipping from his chest:

"What?! Am I still a student?!"

(End of this chapter)