Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 207 A Date with a Beauty at the Summit of Kunlun

"To think we could actually find an egg that still has a life force." Lingling squatted down to examine it carefully, her tone tinged with surprise.

She had only mentioned it casually, but unexpectedly, she made a real discovery.

"So, does this egg meet your requirements?" Jiang Shaoxu asked, leaning closer.

A milky-white healing glow emanated from Wang Feng's palm, and gentle life force slowly flowed into the egg.

Sensing the increasingly strong life force within the egg, he nodded in satisfaction: "It's even more suitable than I expected."

"Should we head back now?" Wang Feng's expression suddenly hardened as soon as Jiang Shaoxu finished asking.

A suffocating pressure was approaching from the horizon at an alarming speed.

Austin instantly entered battle mode, his golden vertical pupils fully opened, and the terrifying aura of the Black Dragon Emperor erupted, confronting the newcomer from a distance.

In an instant, a strange bird with three heads and six tails tore through the clouds.

Its jet-black feathers gleamed with a metallic sheen, and its six long tails writhed like venomous snakes.

The three heads simultaneously emitted a chilling "hi-hi" laugh, like the maniacal laughter of humans.

"Yes, it's a quail!" Lingling's pupils shrank, and she exclaimed in surprise.

This ancient ferocious bird, which should have disappeared at the end of the totem era, has reappeared deep in the Kunlun Mountains!
The quail's six bloodshot eyes darted around, and it hesitated for a moment before Austin's imperial aura.

But its instincts told it that something of great benefit was hidden among the crowd below.

"roll!"

Fourteen seraphim wings suddenly unfurled behind Wang Feng, their divine pressure intertwining with Austin's dragon might to create a terrifying wave.

The quail emitted a piercing shriek from all three of its beaks at the same time, and with a flick of its six tails tore through space, it turned and fled without hesitation.

Would one dare to try to snatch food from the mouth of an emperor, or even fight against two at the same time? It's not worth risking your life for something as trivial as a stutter!

Watching the quail disappear into the horizon, Wang Feng withdrew the angelic phantom and let out a long sigh of relief.

A single emperor is not to be feared; what is frightening is attracting a group of emperors to surround him.

Just like the future catastrophe in Shanghai, if it weren't for the Azure Dragon's revival and the desperate defense by a group of totem and forbidden spell mages, the entire city would have been swallowed up by the twelve sea monster emperors long ago.

"Let's go home," Wang Feng said decisively.

Who knows how many emperor-level beings will be attracted if we stay any longer?
He himself was not afraid, but Lingling and Jiang Shaoxu probably couldn't withstand the aftershocks of the emperor's battle.

Just as everyone was about to leave, a lithe tiger shadow suddenly tore through space.

The giant tiger's entire body was covered in ancient totem patterns, and every step it took stirred up ripples in space, as if the entire Kunlun Mountains were resonating with it.

“That’s the Kunlun Ancestral Tiger? No, that’s not right.” Lingling’s voice tightened. “It’s the real Kunlun Ancestral Tiger!”

Wang Feng's lips twitched violently—although finding the Ancestral Tiger was one of his goals, encountering two Emperor-level beings in just a few minutes was an absurdly high probability!
The person before me was of the same Emperor level as the white tiger's mother, with majestic amber vertical pupils and familiar black tiger stripes.
He's probably the little white tiger's biological father!

Just as Wang Feng was about to bring up the Azure Dragon and try to colluded with the Kunlun Ancestral Tiger, a deep, thunderous voice exploded in his mind:
"Human, the Palace Master requests your presence!"

Wang Feng: ?
……

A private residence in the holy city.

Having lost his angelic soul and forbidden spell cultivation, Michael huddled in a rocking chair by the fireplace, watching Remiel enter and sneer:
"Oh, Lord Remiel, what brings you to my humble abode today?"

Remiel stood by the window, shadows shrouding half his face: "How much do you know about Lucifer?"

"As the administrator of the Holy City," Michael poked at the dying embers with tongs, "is there any intelligence you can't uncover?"

Remiel watched in silence.

Michael withdrew his gaze, his tone icy: "That guy is a heretic, he could never be a member of the Holy City's angelic order."

“His angelic image has the aura of a fallen angel. No matter how well he disguises himself, I can still recognize that dark stench!” He clenched his fist, veins bulging.

“Why not expose it at the Angelic Council?” Remiel asked. “Say it? Would you believe me?” Michael scoffed. “You’re nothing but a bunch of petty, indifferent people!”

"He sheltered the victims and injured members of the Court of Judgment, and you did nothing!"

"Wang Feng disregarded the Holy City, commanded the undead, and led the Black Dragon Emperor to attack the Parthenon, killing the Grand Judge and the Great Sage! And what about you? You pretend to be deaf and dumb as long as it doesn't bother you!"

Michael's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Remiel and cursed him, appearing completely insane.

“Providing shelter for the victims?” Remiel paused slightly, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Michael.

“Of course!” Michael sneered. “Qin Yu’er, the Ice Calamity victim who was sealed in the Tianshan Mountains ten years ago, is now in Feibiao City, in that guy’s territory!”

Remiel frowned: "Who can testify?"

"I can testify." A deep, steady voice came from the inner room.

The door creaked open, and an elderly man from the East slowly stepped out.

His gaze was piercing, fixed directly on Remiel, and he slowly said:
"I am Song He, the Dean of the Imperial Academy in the capital of China."

"Qin Yu'er was my student back then."

"And she has indeed broken free of her seal, and is currently under Wang Feng's protection!"

……

The clouds and mist, like gauze, surged and rolled, shrouding the entire mountain in a hazy mist.

The distant mountain ridges appeared and disappeared, like a dragon coiled up, while the stone steps beneath their feet seemed to be lifted up by some invisible force, extending upwards until they disappeared into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

A cold wind swept by, dispersing the mist for a moment, and a faint white light could be seen floating above, resembling neither jade nor snow, yet it was not real, as if it were just an illusion of sunlight in the clouds.

"The Palace Master is up there."

Wang Feng looked up, but could only see swirling clouds and mist, with the white light appearing and disappearing intermittently, like some kind of silent summons.

"Who exactly is this Palace Master you're talking about?" Wang Feng asked, frowning.

Kunlun Zuhu didn't turn back, but continued walking upwards, his voice carried on the wind: "You'll know when you get there..."

……

At the end of the long stone steps, the mist suddenly dispersed—

A magnificent palace, carved entirely from white jade, stands tall, its glazed tiles shimmering with iridescent colors under the sunlight, resembling a celestial palace descended to earth.

Before the palace gate, two enormous stone foxes stood with their heads held high, their eyes like torches, seemingly able to pierce through the filth and corruption of the mortal world.

"What is this? Why is there a palace here?!" Jiang Shaoxu exclaimed in surprise.

The Kunlun Ancestral Tiger crouched down in front of the palace gate, its tail lightly brushing the stone steps: "Go in, the palace master is waiting inside."

Wang Feng frowned, exchanged puzzled glances with his three companions, and finally stepped across the white jade threshold.

The scene inside the palace was breathtaking—

Exotic flowers and plants bloom in the courtyard, releasing their fragrance against the season.

In the center, the Jade Pool ripples with clear water, perfectly reflecting the exquisite pavilions and towers around it, as if it were another inverted world.

Walk along the jade-paved passageway until you reach the main hall at the deepest part.

The moment Wang Feng pushed open the carved palace door—

A graceful and elegant woman reclines on a jade bed.

Her eyes sparkled with natural allure, and a faint smile played on her lips as she quietly observed the arriving crowd.

(End of this chapter)