Chapter 176: Investing in Lao Zhao, Entering the Goddess Peak at Night

Wang Feng finally got rid of the group of fanatical reporters and returned to the base when the sun was setting.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Zhao Manyan slumped on the sofa, looking like he had lost all hope in life.

"What's wrong?" Wang Feng kicked his calf.

Zhao Manyan's eyes lit up, then dimmed again: "My father..." The words turned into a long sigh on the tip of his tongue.

"If you have to fart, do it quickly!" Wang Feng frowned impatiently.

"My dad worked too hard when he was young and ended up with a lot of illnesses," Zhao Manyan said, scratching his blond hair. "We won this time, and I wanted to make him proud, but he fell ill and didn't even see the finals."

Wang Feng suddenly narrowed his eyes - according to the original timeline, the internal strife of the Zhao family broke out during this period.

Originally, Zhao Manyan could have escaped the disaster with Ba Xia's protection, but now...

A silver light flashed from Wang Feng's fingertips, and he took out a lotus petal with a lustrous luster from the crack in space.

The moment the lotus petals appeared, the whole room was filled with a refreshing breath of vitality, and even the green plants on the windowsill seemed to stretch a little more visibly.

“What is this?!” Zhao Manyan suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

As the second son of the Zhao family, he could still tell what kind of treasure Wang Feng had in his hand!

The spirit of life dancing on the lotus petals is clearly a magical object that can prolong life!

"Thousand-year-old holy lotus petals," Wang Feng casually tossed them aside, "are more than enough to cure your grandfather's hidden injuries. He can at least live another ten or eight years."

"Captain! I..." Zhao Manyan's voice trembled with excitement as he reached out to take it.

Wang Feng suddenly stopped: "Why rush? There are conditions."

"You say!" Zhao Manyan patted his chest. "I'd even give you my life!"

"I want your Zhao family's contract ring." Wang Feng narrowed his eyes.

"Contract Ring?" Zhao Manyan looked bewildered. "Do I have one at home?"

"Go back and ask your father."

Wang Feng gently placed the lustrous holy lotus petals in Zhao Manyan's palm.

"Remember, leave tonight, don't take a plane, and be careful of your brother."

Zhao Manyan's pupils suddenly contracted. "Captain, are you talking about my brother?"

"Don't you know what kind of person Zhao is?" Wang Feng sneered.

He knew the root cause of this fratricide - with just a few words, Old Master Zhao allowed Zhao Manyan, who spent his days in debauchery, to inherit the family business.

But Zhao Yougan, who has been working diligently for more than ten years, has become a wage earner?

Anyone would feel resentful if they were in this situation!

But Zhao Yougan's behavior of putting a price tag on family affection is really disgusting.

Rather than that cold-blooded businessman, he would rather support this dissolute but loyal prodigal son to take the top position.

Zhao Manyan took a deep breath, the confusion in his eyes gradually replaced by a sharp gaze. "Captain, I'll remember this favor."

"I hope that three days from now," Wang Feng turned and looked out the window at the moonlight, "what we see at the Parthenon is the lively and energetic Second Young Master Zhao, not a portrait of his deceased father."

"must!"

…

The three-day rest period passed in a flash.

Led by Mentor Pang Lai, the Huaxia government team stepped onto the stone steps of the Parthenon.

Perhaps considering the "special relationship" with Wang Feng, the Parthenon side sent a very luxurious reception lineup.

The deputy leader of the Knights' Hall, Cass, stood solemnly on the left wearing silver armor, while the beautiful woman on the right wearing a moon-white sage robe was none other than Wang Feng's old acquaintance, Tisu.

There was a perfect smile on the corner of her lips, and the golden olive branch emblem on her chest sparkled in the sunlight.

"Welcome to all distinguished guests from China." Tisu took a step forward. "The temple has prepared guest rooms and a luncheon. Please follow me."

Everyone followed her through the magnificent archway of the Knight's Hall and finally arrived at a quiet courtyard surrounded by olive trees.

On both sides of the bluestone path, light blue forget-me-nots are swaying in the wind.

Before leaving, Tisu suddenly turned around and said, "A special reminder: Goddess Peak has restrictions." She said meaningfully, "Dear guests, please observe your duties."

Wang Feng looked at her receding figure, with a playful smile on his lips.

In his eyes, those so-called restrictions were nothing but a layer of window paper that could be broken with a poke.

…

The night was as dark as ink, and Wang Feng's figure turned into a wisp of smoke, moving through the shadows where the moonlight could not reach.

Those restrictions that were said to be able to block even forbidden spell mages were useless in front of him.

"To the east is Xinxia, ​​and to the west is Asharuya." Wang Feng paused briefly at the fork in the road.

Suddenly he chuckled, turned around and flew eastward.

Outside the Holy Maiden Palace, the armor of the Golden Knight shone coldly in the moonlight.

Wang Feng, however, passed through the blind spot of the twelve guards as if he were in an empty space, without even alerting the warning barrier in front of the palace gate.

In front of the dressing table in the inner hall, Ye Xinxia was combing her long black hair that reached down to her waist.

The delicate curves were faintly visible under the silk nightgown, and suddenly a figure appeared in the mirror.

"Xinxia~"

The jade comb in her hand fell onto the dressing table with a "click". Before she turned around, she was already enveloped by the familiar body warmth.

Wang Feng rested his chin on her shoulder, and the hot air from his breath brushed her earlobe: "Did you miss me?"

"Brother Wang Feng?" Ye Xinxia turned around, her bright eyes filled with surprise. "How did you get in?"

"I wanted to see you, so I came naturally." Wang Feng kissed her cheek, his fingertips casually curling a strand of her hair. "Those guards at the door? They can't even touch my shadow."

Although the one guarding the palace gate is a golden knight, there is still a gap between the super class and the super class.

Under the influence of Wang Feng's eighth-level spiritual power, the knight could not detect even a trace of abnormality.

"Bad guy." Ye Xinxia punched his chest lightly, then snuggled into his arms, rubbing her cheek against his chest: "I miss you so much."

"What have you discovered recently?" Wang Feng asked, stroking her soft long hair.

Ye Xinxia suddenly lowered her voice, "Saint Ande has gone missing. Her clothes were found on the cliffs of Goddess Peak. It's suspected she jumped off the cliff. But strangely, her body has never been found."

A playful arc appeared at the corner of Wang Feng's mouth.

Of course there is no body. After all, she is now with Ye Chang, preparing to backstab Yi Zhisha!

"Anything else?" He caressed the back of Ye Xinxia's neck nonchalantly.

"There's another strange thing. Palace Mother Pamixi and Great Sage Merola don't seem to be in the same group," Ye Xinxia said with a slight frown.

"Of course they are not in the same group. Merola is Izhisha's loyal dog."

"As for Pamixi," Wang Feng paused, then continued, "She is training you as her successor."

"Successor? Why?" Ye Xinxia blinked in confusion.

Wang Feng was silent for a moment before he spoke in a deep voice, "Pamishi has another identity." He stared into Xinxia's gradually widening eyes, "The White Pope of the Black Church."

"And you," he gently lifted Xinxia's chin, "are the one she chose to be the next Pope."

The comb slipped from Ye Xinxia's fingers, making a crisp sound on the marble floor.

She originally thought that being the daughter of Wentai and having the soul of Parthenon sleeping in her body was already shocking enough.

But who would have thought that the Temple Mother Pamishi, the most holy being in the eyes of the world, was actually the Pope of the Evil of the World (the Black Church)!

(End of this chapter)