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Chapter 219 The Gate of All Beings, The Descendants of Pine and Crane

Greece.

The heart of the Titan Mountains.

"We did it! We finally did it!"

Su Lu stood proudly atop the mountain, his wild laughter echoing among the peaks.

Before him stood a golden Titan, kneeling and bowing, its radiant sun halo swirling above its head, radiating a suffocating pressure.

This colossal beast, resembling an ancient god, bowed its noble head to humanity at this moment.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lu, on achieving your wish." Xi Zhe bowed, his voice filled with barely concealed excitement.

Su Lu's trusted men stood all around him. They had paid a heavy price to subdue this Emperor-level Titan.

But at this moment, no trace of sorrow could be seen on anyone's face; instead, there was an almost frenzied devotion.

Their eyes burned with the flames of ambition, as if they had already foreseen that under Su Lu's leadership, they would overthrow the order of the Holy City and ascend to the pinnacle of power.

The mountain wind howled, whipping Su Lu's robes. He gazed at the subjugated Titan, a smug, cold smile playing on his lips.

At that moment, he felt as if he had touched that supreme authority.

"The Asian Magical Association needs a new chairman!"

……

After defeating Khufu's army, Wang Feng did not contact Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan, or others.

After the battlefield was cleared, he withdrew his Sha Yuan army, quietly left Beiyuan, and returned to Feiniao City.

Although his identity was known to some, seeing that he had no intention of making it public, all parties tacitly chose to keep quiet.

The people of Kitahara only knew that their savior was a radiant angel with sixteen wings!
...

Asuka City.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky amber, and the sea breeze, carrying a faint salty scent, swept along the seaside promenade.

Leng Qing wore a dark black cheongsam, the hem of which swayed slightly with her light steps, outlining a graceful silhouette in the sunset.

She walked side by side with Wang Feng, her high heels clicking crisply on the wooden boardwalk.

“It’s fortunate that you were here this time,” Leng Qing said softly, gazing at the calm sea. “Otherwise, I’m afraid none of Beiyuan would have survived.”

Wang Feng had his hands in his pockets, and the cuffs of his shirt were slightly billowing in the sea breeze.

A playful smile appeared on his lips: "It was nothing, just a small favor. How dare these mere Egyptian undead invade my Chinese land?"

She paused, then added mischievously, "Of course, if Senior Sister Leng Qing wants to reward me, that's not out of the question."

Leng Qing gathered up her hair, which had been tousled by the sea breeze, and the jade pendant on her earlobe gleamed with a warm luster in the setting sun.

She turned her head to the side, her eyes sparkling: "So what reward do you want?"

Wang Feng stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed intently on Leng Qing's stunningly beautiful face.

He licked his dry lips and said in a low voice, "I want you."

Upon hearing this, Leng Qing's lips curled into a captivating smile: "Junior brother, you're such a jerk."

"How can this be considered scum?" Wang Feng said with a serious face. "I just want to give every good girl a warm haven. Besides, Senior Sister, you have always been my goal."

Leng Qing rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, and poked his chest with her slender finger: "Do you want to count how many girls you've ruined?"

Wang Feng was speechless for a moment, then touched his nose.

If we were to really count them, the number would indeed be rather embarrassing.

“However~” Leng Qing suddenly changed the subject, put her hands behind her back, and leaned forward slightly.

The setting sun cast a golden glow on her delicate profile, and she gave a sweet, intoxicating smile: "Senior sister, I just love a scumbag like you."

……

three days later.

Wang's Manor.

Leng Qing returned to the court to deal with Leng Jue, who had been captured alive by Mo Fan, and the aftermath of the Battle of Beiyuan.

Wang Feng slumped lazily in the sofa, swiping his phone screen with his fingertips, idly scrolling through international news.

Suddenly, a headline popped up on my screen—

"Dubai's Chief Su Lu has officially assumed the position of President of the Asian Magic Association!"

"Oh?" Wang Feng raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "That Su Lu guy... found a replacement for Austin?"

Just as I was pondering this, my phone suddenly vibrated, and a familiar nickname popped up on the screen—"Parthenon the Flirt".

Wang Feng paused for a moment, then answered the phone, his tone teasing: "Fox?"

A slightly tired voice came from the other end of the phone, but it still carried her unique languidness and charm: "Yes, it's me. There's news about Song He, the one you're looking for."

Wang Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was low: "Where is that old bastard hiding?"

“The Holy City.” Asharuya snorted softly. “He traveled to many places and finally hid in the Holy City, where he is now with the previous Michael.”

"The Holy City?" A cold glint flashed in Wang Feng's eyes, and his knuckles tightened slightly. "Heh, they certainly know how to pick a place."

After a brief silence, his tone softened: "Thanks, Asha'ruya."

"Hmph!" Asha'ruya said with a disgruntled tone on the other end of the phone, "That's it? I spent so much time and resources, and all you say is 'thank you'?"

Wang Feng chuckled softly, his voice slightly hoarse with a hint of ambiguity: "Then... I'll come to the Parthenon to find you in a few days, for a unique 'in-depth exchange'?"

"Get lost! Who wants to be with you..." Asha's voice suddenly rose, but before she could finish speaking, a pleasant smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

“By the way, be careful.” Asha’s voice suddenly turned serious. “Su Lu has secretly made a contract with the ancient god Apollo. Given his ambition, he will probably make his move on Asia soon.”

Wang Feng was taken aback: "Ancient God?"

“It’s that ten-thousand-year-old, emperor-level golden titan,” Asharuya explained.

"It was originally defeated by our Parthenon and sealed in the ancient temple. I don't know where Su Lu learned the method to break the seal, but he not only released Apollo, but also successfully made a contract with it."

(Note: The original work says that they were killed and then resurrected, but there are only a few emperors with names and surnames, so let's just consider them as sealed away.)
"Apollo, the sun god?" Wang Feng chuckled. "Interesting. I understand."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a barely audible whisper: "Then... I'll wait for you at the Parthenon."

The call was cut off as soon as he finished speaking.

Wang Feng looked at the black screen of his phone, shook his head, and chuckled softly: "That fox..."

Putting away his phone, Wang Feng's eyes flashed with a cold light: "Song He, do you think you can rest easy just by hiding in the Holy City?"

Just as he was about to get up from the sofa and head to the Holy City, Ye Chang suddenly appeared inside the villa.

“Master,” Ye Chang bowed slightly, “Chief Feng Zhoulong has successfully developed a fusion magic artifact. Would you like to go and take a look?”

Wang Feng was taken aback, only then remembering that during his time at the National Government, he had ordered Ye Chang to use the corpse of the lowly craftsman and the concept of fusion magic to lure (crossed out) Feng Zhoulong to Flying Bird City.

He had already forgotten about it after returning to China for several months!
"Well, let's go take a look then," Wang Feng said calmly.

(End of this chapter)