Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 260: Re-appointment, the birth of three great female knights!

next day
The morning sunlight shone on the stone path of the manor as Wang Feng led Lingling and Apas out of the manor.

"Wang Feng, what reward did you ask for in the end?" Lingling asked curiously, tilting her little face up.

Wang Feng smiled slightly: "That's a secret."

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards the master bedroom, a satisfied smile flashing in his eyes.

"Tch, so what if I finally got rid of that duke?"

Apas was only halfway through her sentence when she suddenly met Wang Feng's "kind and approachable" gaze, and immediately swallowed the rest of her words.

"Let's go back. It's time to take a proper vacation."

……

The moment he returned to China, Wang Feng grabbed Apas by the back of her collar and threw the outspoken Medusa into a dark room.

Three days later, when the secret chamber door reopened, the once arrogant and haughty Third Princess of the Serpent Empire had completely changed.

She walked out shakily, leaning against the wall, clutching seven signed guarantees in her hand. Her golden snake eyes were still glistening with tears, and every step she took felt like walking on cotton.

"That's more like it." Wang Feng flicked the stack of guarantees with satisfaction and casually put them into his spatial ring.

During his trip to the Alps and Egypt, Ding Yumin and Mu Ningxue both broke through to the Super Rank. Together with Qin Yu'er, who was already at the Super Rank, the Wang family now has three qualified Saint Soul inheritors.

Wang Feng immediately called the three women over to him.

"The boss is back?" Qin Yu'er asked, slightly surprised.

As Wang Feng's secretary, she had become accustomed to his habit of disappearing for months at a time.

"Just got back." Wang Feng's lips curled up slightly. "I heard from Ye Chang that you helped the group close several big international deals in the past few months. You did a great job."

"It's my duty." Qin Yu'er nodded slightly.

"Wang Feng, why did you suddenly summon us?" A hint of doubt flashed in Mu Ningxue's icy blue eyes.

Wang Feng's expression turned serious: "Your current cultivation levels are sufficient to bear the Twelve Sacred Souls of Parthenon. The siren's offensive is becoming increasingly rampant."

His gaze swept over the three women. "I have decided to bestow holy souls upon you today."

Upon hearing this, the three women's eyes simultaneously blazed with intense light.

They had all witnessed firsthand the power of Ye Chang when she wielded the Holy Soul—her terrifying strength, capable of moving mountains and overturning seas with every move, completely refreshed their understanding of forbidden spells.

“However,” Wang Feng changed the subject, “even with the blessing of the Holy Soul, one must not slack off in one’s own cultivation. Although the Holy Soul can temporarily elevate one to the level of forbidden spells, it is ultimately not as good as true divine talent.”

His gaze was sharp. "Remember, the stronger your basic cultivation, the more significant the amplification effect of your Sacred Soul."

The three women nodded solemnly.

...

Dusk was falling in the courtyard.

Wang Feng slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his entire demeanor had undergone a complete transformation.

A holy radiance flowed from his body, even his hair was tinged with a divine aura.

"Mu Ningxue!"

His voice suddenly became ethereal and distant, as if it came from the heavens above.

A dazzling golden beam of light pierced through the clouds and precisely enveloped Mu Ningxue.

A faint phantom of a goddess wearing a crown could be seen within the pillar of light.

"In the name of my divine soul, I bestow upon you the [Holy Soul of Hera], and command you to take command of the entire city of Asuka!"

Mu Ningxue's pupils suddenly contracted.

She could clearly feel her starry sea transforming in divine light.

Although his cultivation level remained unchanged, he had unknowingly touched the threshold of that forbidden realm. The fallen leaves in the courtyard moved without wind, forming a vortex as Wang Feng spoke for the second time:

"Ding Yumian!"

Another beam of golden light descended, this time revealing the silhouette of a winged divine messenger within the pillar of light.

"In the name of my divine soul, I bestow upon you the [Holy Soul of Hermes], commanding you to protect travelers and merchants from the harm of sea monsters!"

Ding Yumin trembled all over.

The mental anguish that had plagued him for years suddenly became gentle and controllable, like a spring breeze and rain.

She was finally able to wield this power freely without fear of causing disaster.

When the third divine oracle was delivered, the plants throughout the courtyard suddenly began to grow wildly:
"Qin Yu'er!"

Within the golden pillar of light, the phantom of the goddess of harvest embraces ears of wheat.

"In the name of my divine soul, I bestow upon you the Holy Soul of Demeter, commanding you to flourish birds and fertile land for thousands of miles!"

Qin Yu'er's long, silvery-white hair danced in the divine light, and she felt the pulse of the earth resonating with her own heartbeat.

Every inch of the land tells her the secrets of growth.

The three beams of light intertwined, illuminating the courtyard in the twilight like a divine realm.

...

In the courtyard, the last ray of divine light gradually dissipated. The holy aura surrounding Wang Feng receded like the tide, and when he opened his eyes again, they had returned to their usual deep and gentle state.

"How do you feel?" He had a familiar smile on his lips, as if the godlike figure from just moments ago was merely an illusion.

Mu Ningxue gently clenched her fist, feeling the Holy Soul Power flowing within her body. A ripple appeared in her ice-blue eyes: "A very wondrous power. No wonder the Parthenon Temple has stood for a thousand years and become the second largest power in the world." What surprised her even more was that this power had even benefited her "daughter".

Nourished by the Holy Soul, Yukihime's aura steadily increased, and she would soon be able to reach the Monarch level.

Ding Yumin held her hands to her chest with trembling hands, and for the first time, her usually tense face revealed genuine joy.

Crystalline tears slid down her cheeks, but she was completely unaware.

"Finally, I no longer have to worry about hurting others."

Years of suppressed emotions burst forth like a flood, causing her voice to choke with sobs.

Since that tragedy in junior high school, she has had to freeze all her emotions.

Wang Feng gently wiped away her tears: "From now on, you can live like a normal person."

Qin Yu'er knelt on one knee, and a set of dazzling and luxurious holy robes appeared on her body.

Then, her slender fingertips gently touched the courtyard ground.

Surprisingly, the hard bluestone slab rippled under her hands like water, and the soil and rocks seemed to come alive, rising and falling gently with her breath.

“I can sense the entire city's geological structure.” Her long, silvery hair moved without wind. “Like this—”

As she gently raised her hand, an ancient tree in the center of the courtyard suddenly grew taller at a visible speed, its thick roots breaking through the soil, but then obediently stopped growing just before touching the building.

Wang Feng examined the holy soul power flowing through his three female companions with satisfaction, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

At this moment, the four sacred souls already had owners:
The Holy Soul of Demeter was bestowed upon Qin Yu'er.

The Holy Soul of Hermes was bestowed upon Ding Yumian.

The Holy Soul of Hera was bestowed upon Mu Ningxue.

The Artemis Soul had already been bestowed upon Ye Chang.

He still has eight Parthenon Souls left, enough to create eight forbidden spell-level powerhouses.

Those who currently meet the criteria...

(End of this chapter)