Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 222 Daji? Daji!
Wang Feng's gaze lingered on the menacing black armor worn by the King of Qin.

He once owned a similar armor robe.

"It really is that ancient king." Wang Feng hovered in mid-air, his fingers gently stroking his chin.

Suddenly, the King of Qin's sharp gaze pierced through the void like an arrow, locking onto Wang Feng in mid-air, as if he had completely seen through his concealment magic.

Wang Feng paused slightly, then clasped his hands in a salute.

The King of Qin simply nodded slightly, then withdrew his gaze and sat back down on his chariot.

"Tsk," Wang Feng withdrew his arm, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. "Without the power of the angels, my super-level cultivation is indeed no match for the ancient king who has traveled so far on the path of forbidden spells."

As he watched the chariot recede into the distance, he noticed that the King of Qin's right hand never left the hilt of the Tai'a sword.

"Didn't the ancient king pass down the Tai'a sword?"

……

After returning to the palace, the King of Qin waved away his attendants and sat alone on the gilded dragon throne, saying in a deep voice, "Come out, there is no one else here."

Wang Feng's figure slowly appeared from the void. He clasped his hands and smiled, "Your Majesty has discerning eyes. My little tricks are indeed no match for you."

Ying Zheng ignored the flattery and stared at Wang Feng with sharp eyes: "You are not from this world."

Wang Feng looked down at his rough linen clothes and raised an eyebrow, asking, "How do you know?"

“You have your own cultivation system within you.” Ying Zheng tapped the armrest of the dragon throne lightly with his fingers. “Unlike us, who are still in the exploratory stage and need to borrow external objects to perform spells.”

Wang Feng was taken aback upon hearing this, then suddenly realized—the father of magic had not yet been born in this era, and those who could communicate with the elements of heaven and earth (awakening magic) were even rarer.

Most magicians of this era crafted magical artifacts from the remnants of demonic totems, such as the "Burning Eye."

Only then can one barely cast some rudimentary spells. (This is a hypothetical scenario.)

Of course, the King of Qin was not among them; his ability to conquer six demon kingdoms proved his strength.

“That’s right. I am not from this world. I came to this world by accident. I came to find Your Majesty and also to find my way home,” Wang Feng nodded.

He then briefly recounted how Su Lu used the Dark River to try and drag tens of thousands of people into the Dark Dimension, but he stopped her with the Eye of Time, which unexpectedly caused the Dark River to evolve into the River of Time, thus getting involved here.

The King of Qin sat upright on his dragon throne, his fingers lightly tapping the armrests. After listening to Wang Feng's account, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Time reversal truly exists," the King of Qin murmured to himself, his voice tinged with barely perceptible excitement.

Wang Feng noticed the glint in the King of Qin's eyes and his heart tightened.

He suddenly realized that his words seemed to have opened a new door for this powerful ruler.

"Hopefully, this won't cause any spacetime paradoxes," Wang Feng thought to himself.

The King of Qin suddenly spoke, his voice deep and powerful: "May I take a look at the Eye of Time?"

Wang Feng paused slightly and took two steps back imperceptibly.

"Rest assured," the King of Qin said, standing with his hands behind his back, "I will not steal the treasures of the time traveler. This era should not witness any irreversible changes."

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng's tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

He flipped his palm over, and a stone eye gleaming with a chaotic yellow light appeared: "This is the Eye of Time."

The King of Qin, with his keen eyes, carefully examined the stone eye: "This thing seems to come from an era even more ancient than mine, containing the power of primordial chaos."

He suddenly turned around, his dragon robe billowing as he strode forward: "Come with me. I will take you to see the High Priest of Qin; perhaps she can find a solution."

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Feng's eyes, and he quickly followed.

……

Wang Feng followed the King of Qin to a palace made entirely of white jade.

The two lifelike stone fox sculptures in front of the gate had piercing eyes, as if they might come to life at any moment. The familiar architectural style made him frown slightly, as if he had seen it before.

After passing through the deep corridor, the King of Qin stopped in front of a carved wooden door and gently knocked three times.

"Who is it?" A languid female voice came from inside the door.

"It's me, A-Zheng." The King of Qin's tone was unusually gentle.

"Oh, come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened silently by itself.

Inside the hall, candlelight flickered, and a woman dressed in a magnificent silk palace gown leaned against a jade couch.

When Wang Feng saw her face clearly, his pupils contracted sharply—

That stunningly beautiful face, that ambiguous smile, except for the lack of the iconic fox ears and nine tails, clearly belonged to Daji, the mistress of the Jade Fox Palace!
"Daji?!" Wang Feng exclaimed in shock, "How could it be you!"

The woman and the King of Qin were both stunned, their gazes falling on Wang Feng.

"You know the High Priest?" King Qin frowned slightly, his voice carrying a hint of inquiry.

Wang Feng suddenly realized—this was a world more than two thousand years ago!
The person before me may simply resemble Daji in appearance. Just like Qin Yu'er and Mu Ningxue, how many people in the world look alike?

"I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else." Wang Feng clasped his hands in apology.

The high priest suddenly covered his mouth and chuckled, a hint of cunning in his eyes: "Daji? That's a nice name. From today onwards, I'll be called Daji."

Wang Feng was speechless for a moment, his face full of confusion.

Seeing this, the King of Qin explained, "The High Priestess is indeed nameless and without surname. I met her in Qingqiu Town, outside Kunlun Ruins, when I was twelve years old."

"At that time, she lived alone in the Fox Fairy Temple outside the town, and people from all around called her 'Fox Fairy Goddess'."

A rare hint of reminiscence flickered in the King of Qin's eyes. "That year, there was a great drought. I saw her raise her hand and summon rain, and she single-handedly repelled the drought demon that attacked."

"Later," the King of Qin paused, "I visited her three times before I finally persuaded her to come out of seclusion and help me. Over the years, the High Priest has indeed helped me a great deal."

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng felt a sudden jolt in his heart, as if struck by lightning.

Kunlun?

Fox fairy?

These two words kept echoing in his mind, gradually overlapping with fragments of his memory.

He suddenly remembered the meaningful look in Daji's eyes when he first met her.

There was also selfless help, and that final sentence, "You'll understand later~"

Now I understand perfectly!
"So, what brings you here?" Daji asked.

Wang Feng's thoughts were interrupted by Daji's question.

He took a deep breath to calm the shock in his heart.

He briefly recounted the conversation that had just taken place.

Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in Daji's eyes.

She moved with light, graceful steps, slowly pacing around Wang Feng, her silk palace dress trailing behind her with a rustling sound.

"How interesting~" She suddenly leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Wang Feng's ear, "I never expected that this handsome young man would come from the future, two thousand years from now."

Wang Feng subtly took a half-step back and said solemnly, "I would like to ask the High Priest for help with two things: first, to find companions who may have been similarly caught up in this era; and second, to find a way back."

(End of this chapter)