Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 227 The Heavenly Father Wants to Take Advantage of the Situation

Are you leaving?
A delicate fragrance drifted on the breeze, and Daji gracefully approached.

She was dressed in brocade palace attire, her flowing robes outlining her graceful figure, resembling a flowing painting of a lady under the moonlight.

"Yes, it's time to find my way home." Wang Feng looked at the stunningly beautiful woman before him, who was both human and demon, and felt a mix of emotions.

He had secretly wondered what Daji's intention was in making him use the Jade Flower Pool, but little did he know that it would be a reunion spanning two thousand years.

Daji's eyes sparkled, and she suddenly smiled gently: "What a coincidence, I have something to give you."

Having said that, she gently reached into her bodice with her slender fingers and took out a warm, smooth jade slip from between her snowy cleavage.

Under the moonlight, the white jade reflected the skin's luster, making it difficult to tell whether the jade was whiter or the skin was more radiant.

"Here you go." She handed over the jade slip, still warm from her body. "Perhaps it can lend you a hand."

Wang Feng was momentarily stunned, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the suffocating snowfield.

The fact that a jade slip could be retrieved from that deep, secluded place speaks volumes about its richness...

Wang Feng gently stroked the jade slip with his fingertips, the warm touch seemingly accompanied by a faint fragrance.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What's inside?"

Daji's red lips curved slightly, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mystery: "The method of utilizing the power of the will of all beings. Although there may be more exquisite techniques in later generations, it is always good to have more references."

"The power of the will of all beings?" Wang Feng's eyes lit up. "Oh, you mean the power of faith! This is exactly the kind of method I need, it's a real lifesaver."

Wang Feng solemnly put away the jade slip, his gaze falling on the wisp of black energy swirling around Daji's fair wrist.

The black aura, like a leech, was particularly glaring against the snow-white skin.

"Are you injured?" Wang Feng asked in a deep voice.

Daji tilted her head slightly and casually flicked her sleeve: "It's an old wound, nothing more than a curse cast by an old enemy before he died. It will be erased in a few hundred years, it's nothing to worry about."

Wang Feng stared at her, then suddenly smiled: "In that case, why don't you let me give it a try? Consider it a way of repaying the kindness of the letter you gave me."

Before he finished speaking, his demeanor suddenly changed—his previously restrained aura receded like the tide, replaced by a holy and noble divinity.

Behind him, a dazzling, milky-white phantom of a star palace slowly emerged, its starlight cascading down like a waterfall, enveloping Daji entirely.

The shimmering white light flowed like water. Daji's eyelashes trembled slightly as she comfortably closed her eyes. Her red lips parted slightly, revealing a captivating smile.

However, under this sacred light, a wisp of hideous black smoke rose from her body, twisting and struggling like a living thing, taking root deep in her spiritual veins and refusing to dissipate.

Wang Feng snorted coldly, and the Star Palace shone brightly.

Under the power of the Parthenon's divine blessing, the curse that had lingered for a thousand years finally let out a silent lament. The black smoke crumbled inch by inch, eventually turning into specks of ashes and dissipating into the moonlight.

At the same time, Wang Feng also gained a long-lost talent.

【A Smile That Captivates】: Your charm level is greatly enhanced, and no one can ignore your presence.

Oh no, I've become a succubus!

Daji relaxed completely, her red lips parted slightly, and she exhaled a faint fragrance.

She slowly opened her eyes, her pupils seemingly shimmering with light, her smile gentle, yet inexplicably reminding one of a fox shadow under the moon.

"Thank you, it's been a long time since I've felt this comfortable." Her voice was as soft as velvet as it brushed past my ear.

Wang Feng bowed slightly and said, "It was no trouble at all. I'll take my leave now."

She didn't try to stop him, but as he turned away, she unconsciously twirled a strand of hair between her fingers and whispered, "Have a safe trip... Perhaps we'll meet again soon."

Wang Feng paused slightly, his expression subtle, but he didn't turn around, leaving only the words: "...I hope so."

...Six months later.

The Alps.

Wang Feng, along with Sha Jia, Feng Zhoulong, and their research team, has traveled to all five continents.

They quelled the calamity and sowed the seeds of magic, while the pure willpower of all beings flowed into Wang Feng's body like rivers converging into the sea.

At this moment, beneath the vast sky, Wang Feng stood suspended in mid-air, the power of faith in his hand condensing into a dazzling vortex of light.

With his eyes slightly closed, his fingertips moved as if wielding a brush, outlining the soul of the last wandering angel—Gabriel.

"It's done."

He slowly exhaled, and the soul embryo in his palm glowed with a pale golden light. Its semi-transparent form was curled up like a newborn infant, but its facial features were seven parts similar to Shaka's.

Shaka paused, her fingertips unconsciously touching her cheek: "This soul embryo... how come it looks like me?"

"It was sculpted based on your likeness," Wang Feng chuckled. "How is it? Are you satisfied?"

Shaka's ears turned slightly red as she whispered, "But Gabriel's soul embryo... is not quite the same as what I remember."

“It’s alright.” Wang Feng’s gaze was far-reaching. “The soul embryo will grow on its own. Two thousand years is enough time for it to evolve into a new trajectory.”

With that, he raised his hand and waved it, and the seven soul embryos awoke simultaneously.

The moment the wings of light unfurled, a clear and melodious resonance resounded throughout the heavens and earth, as if a divine oracle had just descended.

They transformed into streams of light, scattering in all directions, searching for their destined masters.

"Mission accomplished, it's time to go back." Wang Feng nodded in satisfaction, a deep light flashing in his eyes.

He never intended to personally manage the Holy City. He simply inscribed the cultivation method of angelic power on the stone tablet marking the location of the Holy City, and those chosen by the wandering angels would naturally follow the guidance of this power.

At that time, they will establish a holy city on this land and maintain order among humankind, just as has happened throughout history.

"Is the teacher going back?" Shaka's voice trembled slightly, and an undisguised loneliness appeared in her purple eyes.

After returning home, the teacher would no longer belong solely to her, though she never had.

Wang Feng keenly noticed the sadness in her eyes, and a playful smile curved his lips: "What? It seems you don't really want to go back?"

"No!" Shaka hurriedly shook her head, her hair swaying gently with the movement. "I'm just amazed that the legendary father of magic is actually you, teacher."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt a tightness on her wrist.

Wang Feng's slender fingers irresistibly gripped her delicate wrist, and with a slight pull, he drew her into his embrace.

The distance between them suddenly shortened, so close that she could clearly feel the other person's warm breath.

"What if the Heavenly Father wanted to 'take advantage' of his archangel Gabriel?"

Wang Feng's deep voice carried a seductive quality as he lightly lifted Shaka's delicate chin with his fingertips, forcing her to look directly into his burning gaze.

What do you think of this proposal?

A series of emotional shifts flashed in Shaka's purple eyes—

First, she was startled by the sudden closeness, then her eyes widened in surprise.

When she realized the true meaning behind those words, her fair cheeks flushed red, and all her emotions melted into a sweet smile in her eyes.

A crescent moon shape curved her lips, and her slender fingers gently cradled Wang Feng's shoulder: "Since it is the Father's decree, Gabriel will naturally obey. He should respectfully comply."

Wang Feng chuckled softly and sealed her lips with his, turning the girl's unfinished words into a soft moan.

(End of this chapter)