Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 206 Xuanwu's Script

"Ignore her." Wang Feng glanced at Austin, who was still wriggling, then turned to Jiang Shaoxu.

"We're now on the edge of the Kunlun Mountains. Which way should we go?"

"The map shows we need to enter from the path beside Sun Ridge." Jiang Shaoxu looked down to confirm the markings on the parchment, then hesitated, "But now there's no cover from the clouds, and Sun Ridge is the overlord of the land."

"It's alright," Wang Feng said with a smile, pinching her cheek. "We can just go straight there."

With Austin around, not to mention a mere minor monarch, even an invincible monarch would have to take a detour.

"Ah~ I wish it were me!" Austin cupped her face in her hands, her eyes sparkling with hearts, and an unnatural blush rising on her cheeks. "Ugh, I'm going to drool again."

Lingling calmly took out her tablet, her fingers flying across the screen as she modeled and recorded the surrounding terrain.

……

After passing through Sun Ridge, the group officially entered the Kunlun territory.

Wang Feng suddenly stopped, his brows furrowing slightly—his keen mental power instantly detected the anomaly in the space.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Shaoxu noticed his unusual behavior and asked with concern.

"This Kunlun," Wang Feng looked up at the sky, "contains folded space."

The clouds in the sky had an eerie, layered appearance, with several layers of clouds overlapping each other, yet still clearly distinct.

This scene is exactly the same as the patchwork of images in the Venice Treasure Hunt space, except that the spatial folding of Kunlun is many times more exquisite and mysterious.

“What’s so surprising about that?” Austin said, crossing his arms in unusual seriousness. “All emperor-level beings possess the power to create space. However, Kunlun’s space was formed naturally.”

Jiang Shaoxu looked at Austin with confusion—why did this woman talk about emperors and their creatures as if she were discussing cabbages on the street?

She spoke as if she had seen it all!
"Be careful, everyone. Hopefully, we won't run into an emperor out for a stroll," Wang Feng said.

He couldn't determine exactly how many emperors were in Kunlun.

Or rather, no one in the entire Chinese nation knows how many demon empires and tribes exist within Kunlun.

After all, even totems like the Sacred Feather Vermilion Bird and the Moon Moth Phoenix originated from Kunlun.

Even the Qinling Mountains, which are a headache for the entire Chinese nation—the paradise of the Feathered Demons—are only a small part that was separated from Kunlun.

Everyone perked up, even the usually arrogant Austin quietly activated his dragon senses and became extremely alert.

...

As we ventured deeper into the Kunlun Mountains, the surrounding scenery became increasingly extraordinary—the mist flowing between the rocks shimmered with iridescent colors, and glistening ice crystals clung to the branches of ancient trees, refracting a magnificent halo of light under the sun.

Mysterious lights occasionally flashed atop the distant snow-capped peaks, as if an invisible pair of eyes were watching this tiny team from the clouds.

Thanks to Austin's faint dragon aura, the demons along the route, which stretched for several kilometers, had already retreated.

After traveling for about two hours, the group arrived at the habitat of the 'Spotted Dragon Turtle' marked on the map.

"This is it." Jiang Shaoxu suddenly stopped, referring to the yellowed map. "The habitat of the Radiant Dragon Turtle."

She stared in astonishment at the empty valley before her, with giant boulders shaped like tortoise shells scattered among them, but not a single dragon tortoise in sight.

"They probably migrated, since many demons have a habit of migrating," Lingling said.

“Indeed.” Wang Feng looked around, his gaze lingering on the depths of the valley. “This map is decades old. Let’s go inside and take a look; maybe we can find the direction of their migration.”

As he spoke, he began to walk deeper into the valley.

The group arrived at the center of the valley, where they saw scattered fragments of weathered tortoise shells and several huge skeletons half-buried in the dust accumulated over the years.

The cracks on the skeletons have become rounded and blunt, but the horrific claw marks from back then are still visible.

"These are traces of a battle from over a decade ago?" Wang Feng squatted down, his fingertips tracing the marks of time that had settled on the skeleton.

Lingling picked up a tuft of almost completely weathered mane from the soil and examined it carefully: "Judging from the characteristics of the claw marks and these hairs, they should have been left by the Kunlun Demon Tiger clan."

"Kunlun Demon Tiger? Trying to take over territory?" Jiang Shaoxu looked around the empty valley. "But why isn't there a single living creature here?"

“War is never just about territory.” A look of world-weariness flashed in Austin’s golden, vertical eyes. “Predation, revenge, eliminating threats.”

Her hand gently traced the deepest claw mark. "In the world of demons, the word 'survival' is always written in blood."

As the Black Dragon Emperor who has lived for countless years, she has witnessed far more than the three people present combined.

“Judging from these traces,” Austin said, picking up a peculiar fragment of tortoise shell with his claws, “it’s highly likely that the Radiant Dragon Turtle Clan produced a descendant with extraordinary bloodline, which attracted the Demon Tiger Clan’s annihilation.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng's expression immediately turned strange—how come this plot is so similar to those scripts that "use the power of the entire clan to stifle a genius"?
"So, what I'm looking for isn't here anymore?" Wang Feng asked, looking around.

“Most likely,” Austin shrugged, “after all, the Spectral Dragon Turtle has been migrating for over a decade.”

"Is it possible to track their whereabouts?"

Black Dragon shook his head: "Too much time has passed, all traces have been erased by the years."

Just then, Lingling's voice came from afar: "Wang Feng, come and see!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Lingling standing under a cliff, waving at them. Wang Feng strode over: "What did you find?"

“This should be the hatching ground of the dragon turtle,” Lingling pointed to the slightly darker sand pool below the rocks. “There might still be unhatched eggs down there.”

Although the sand has hardened after more than a decade of weathering, its unique color and lingering warmth suggest that it was once a perfect incubation site.

"It's been so many years, even if it wasn't smashed, it would have been a dead egg by now, right?" Wang Feng frowned as he looked at the sand buried by rocks.

Lingling put her hands on her hips: "It's better than searching blindly like a headless fly. We'll know once we take a look, won't we?"

Wang Feng nodded helplessly, his eyes suddenly flashing with a dazzling silver light.

One by one, the giant rocks were suspended in the air by telekinetic power and slowly moved away.

As the rocks were cleared away, the sandpit was finally exposed again—dozens of turtle eggs, each the size of a truck tire, lay half-buried in the sand, their once shimmering golden markings now dull and lifeless.

"So it really is all just waiting for death?" Wang Feng suddenly froze.

Among the pool full of dead eggs, there was one that still retained a faint trace of life!
He carefully dug it out; although the patterns on the eggshell were dim, they still shimmered with a faint glow.

Even more surprisingly, the Xuanwu soul within the contract space reacted noticeably to the dragon turtle egg.

"Hiss—" Wang Feng gasped.

"The script that Qinglong received is 'The Return of the Dragon King'."

"Could the script that Xuanwu got be 'My whole family was slaughtered, and I was reborn to avenge my entire clan'?"

(End of this chapter)