Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 263 The Promise with Chika, Holding Sariel Accountable
While Mochizuki Chika was busy directing the evacuation of Osaka residents, she was suddenly stunned to receive a message from her father.

"The Shark King is dead? The Osaka crisis is over? And... I'm supposed to change my clothes to receive the guests?"

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened around her phone.

Despite her many doubts, she always obeyed her father's orders without question.

"Gentlemen, the crisis has been averted." She announced to the shelter with barely concealed surprise in her voice.

As the crowd erupted in cheers, she strode quickly across the corridor, her wooden clogs tapping rapidly on the sandalwood floor.

Inside her boudoir, she quickly removed her dusty combat uniform.

Her slender white fingers brushed across the clothes rack, and she finally chose a light purple kimono with small patterns.

As she fastened the belt around her waist, her slightly dazed expression was reflected in the mirror—what kind of guest could possibly require such formality?
As she pushed open the cypress door to the living room, the morning light was streaming through the lattice windows.

The figure standing against the light turned around, and the familiar silhouette made her hold her breath instantly.

"Wang Fengjun?" Her voice trembled slightly with disbelief.

Wang Feng turned around, a smile playing on his lips that she remembered: "Long time no see, Qianxun."

"How could you?" She subconsciously took half a step forward, her wooden clogs making a crisp sound on the floor.

In the morning light, her eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, but she quickly lowered her gaze after realizing her lapse in decorum.

"Lord Wang Feng is the hero who saved Osaka." Mochizuki Hachi stroked his long beard, his voice full of satisfaction. "He single-handedly killed the Shark King, and the sea monsters have been routed."

"Killed the king?" Mochizuki Chika suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with astonishment.

Wang Feng chuckled and naturally took her cold hand in his: "I rushed here as soon as I received the plea for help from the Wangyue family. Aren't you touched?"

Mochizuki Chizuru's ears flushed crimson. She gave a token struggle before letting him hold her hand, her voice barely audible: "Father and Uncle are watching."

Wangyue Bashe coughed at the opportune moment: "This old man's bones can't take any more strain, I'll go and rest first."

Before leaving, she winked at Mochizuki Chika.

Wangyue Mingjian was even more decisive, giving his daughter an encouraging look before quickly leaving.

The soft sound of the cypress door closing was particularly clear in the quiet room.

With a slight exertion of his arm, Wang Feng pulled the person into his embrace.

His voice was slightly low: "Have you missed me these days?"

Mochizuki Chika's cheek was pressed against his chest, and she could hear his strong heartbeat.

She gripped his collar tightly, and after a long while, she muttered, "You know perfectly well why I'm asking."

Wang Feng's lips curled slightly, and he gently lifted her chin with his fingertips, whispering, "So, Miss Qianxun, how do you plan to thank me, the savior of Osaka?"

His hand slid under the hem of her kimono, his fingertips gently caressing her slender calves.

The moment their skin touched, Mochizuki Chika trembled and hurriedly grabbed his restless hand, her ear tips turning almost red.

"Stop, stop fooling around... I've been running around all day and haven't even had a bath yet..."

She bit her lower lip lightly, her voice barely audible, but she didn't actually push him away forcefully.

Wang Feng chuckled softly, deliberately leaning close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe:

"Oh? So that means... as long as you shower and smell nice, you can do whatever you want?"

Mochizuki Chika glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, but still nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Very good." Wang Feng suddenly withdrew his hand and straightened up, pretending to be serious.

Suddenly losing his warmth, Mochizuki Chika felt a strange emptiness in her heart, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.

She puffed out her cheeks, glared at him with her watery eyes, and whispered reproachfully, "...pervert."

Wang Feng didn't take it seriously, and instead laughed even more unrestrainedly: "What's wrong with a man being lustful?"

He leaned closer, his voice low and deep, "Besides... I remember someone clung to my clothes when we parted, refusing to let go, hmm?"

Mochizuki Chika was speechless for a moment, her cheeks flushed red, so embarrassed she almost wanted to disappear into the ground. "By the way," she said, gently twirling a strand of her hair with her fingertips, "do you remember what I told you last time?"

Mochizuki Chika blinked, her long eyelashes casting dappled shadows in the sunlight: "Last time... what were you referring to?"

“It’s just inviting your best friend to play together,” he deliberately dragged out the last syllable, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"You!" She suddenly opened her almond-shaped eyes wide, her eyes blazing with shame and anger.

Seeing that she was about to get angry, Wang Feng quickly raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, just pretend I didn't say anything."

He sighed, feigning disappointment, but secretly observed her reaction out of the corner of his eye.

Silence spread between the two.

After a long silence, Mochizuki Chika twisted the hem of her clothes, her voice barely audible: "Actually... it's not entirely impossible. It's just that Miyu..."

Her earlobes turned red visibly. "I'm not sure if she'll say yes."

Wang Feng raised an eyebrow, not expecting such a reply.

He leaned closer to her burning earlobe: "Why don't you ask her? Maybe."

A warm breath brushed against her neck. "Hearing my name, she'll be like someone else."

"Don't get cocky!" Mochizuki Chika punched his shoulder in embarrassment and annoyance, but he grabbed her wrist in the process.

Wang Feng glanced at the sundial in the courtyard: "I have something else to take care of."

He suddenly grabbed her waist and, amidst her gasp, lowered his head to seal her lips with his.

The kiss came suddenly but gently, and she didn't let go until she was almost out of breath.

"Wait for me in the evening."

Wang Feng chuckled as he wiped the moisture from her lips, then turned and left Shuangshou Pavilion.

……

After leaving Shuangshou Pavilion, Wang Feng transformed into a streak of light that streaked across the sky and flew straight towards the sacrificial mountain.

The mountain wind howled, and the clouds rushed past below. In just a few breaths, the verdant and lonely mountain peak came into view again.

The foot of the mountain remained silent, with stone steps winding upwards, covered in moss, almost exactly the same as when he came a few years ago.

However, the gaunt old monk who used to always bend down and sweep the floor was nowhere to be seen.

Wang Feng frowned slightly, but did not stop, and continued to climb the familiar stone steps.

The pine trees lining the mountain path still stand tall and straight, their branches rustling as if whispering the passage of time.

Soon, he reached the top of the mountain.

Osaka’s largest Valhalla stands quietly here, its solemn and majestic buildings and upturned eaves appearing and disappearing in the clouds.

This is the resting place of the deceased, with countless urns for ashes neatly arranged and incense smoke swirling around, yet it also exudes an indescribable sense of loneliness.

On the bluestone square in front of the hall, a familiar bald figure was holding a broom, slowly sweeping away the fallen leaves.

“Tap, tap—”

The sound of the broom scraping against the stone bricks was exceptionally clear on the silent mountaintop.

Wang Feng's lips curled up slightly, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing: "Monk, it's been a few years, and you've swept from the foot of the mountain to the top, haven't you?"

The man paused, slowly straightened up, and turned around—

It was the same sweeping monk who lived at the foot of the mountain back then.

"Master Dao, how have you been?"

The smile on Wang Feng's face gradually faded, and his gaze became as cold as a knife, piercing straight at his opponent.

“Sariel.” His voice was low and deliberate, each word distinct, “The Shark King has attacked, why did you—stand idly by?”

(End of this chapter)