Chapter 260: Once again conferred, the three great knights are born!
next day
The early morning sun shone on the stone pavement of the manor. Wang Feng walked out of the manor with Lingling and Apas.
"Wang Feng, what reward did you ask for in the end?" Lingling raised her little face curiously.
Wang Feng raised his lips slightly: "This is a secret."
His gaze unconsciously drifted towards the master bedroom, and a satisfied smile flashed in his eyes.
"Tsk, isn't it just that we finally gave that Duke to..."
Apas had just said half of her words when she suddenly met Wang Feng's "friendly" eyes and immediately swallowed the rest of her words.
"Go back, it's time to have a good vacation."
…
The first thing Wang Feng did after returning to China was to grab Apas by the back of her collar and throw this outspoken little Medusa into a small dark room.
Three days later, when the door of the secret room was reopened, the once arrogant Third Princess of the Serpent Empire had completely changed.
She walked out tremblingly, holding on to the wall, holding seven signed guarantees in her hands. There were still tears in her golden snake eyes, and every step she took felt like she was stepping on cotton.
"That's more like it." Wang Feng flicked the stack of guarantees with satisfaction and put it into the space ring.
During his time in the Alps and Egypt, Ding Yumian and Mu Ningxue had both broken through to the Transcendent Rank. Adding Qin Yuer, who was already a Transcendent Rank, the Wang family now had three qualified Holy Soul heirs.
Wang Feng immediately called the three women over.
"The boss is back?" Qin Yu'er asked with a hint of surprise.
As Wang Feng's secretary, she has become accustomed to Wang Feng's habit of disappearing for several 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 large international deals in the past few months. You did a great job."
"It's my job." Qin Yu'er nodded slightly.
"Wang Feng, why are you calling us together all of a sudden?" A hint of doubt flashed across Mu Ningxue's icy blue eyes.
Wang Feng's expression grew serious. "Your current cultivation is already sufficient to carry the Twelve Holy Souls of the Parthenon. The Siren's offensive is becoming increasingly rampant."
He glanced at the three women and said, "I have decided to grant you the Holy Soul today."
When the three women heard this, a burning light flashed in their eyes at the same time.
They had all witnessed with their own eyes the power of Ye Chang when she controlled the Holy Soul - the terrifying strength that could move mountains and seas with a wave of her hand completely refreshed their understanding of forbidden spells.
"However," Wang Feng changed the subject, "even if you receive the blessing of the Holy Soul, you must not slack off in your own cultivation. Although the Holy Soul can temporarily elevate you to the level of forbidden spells, it is ultimately not as good as a true divine gift."
His eyes were sharp, "Remember, the stronger your foundation, the more significant the amplification effect of the Holy Soul will be."
The three girls nodded seriously.
…
In the courtyard, dusk gradually deepens.
Wang Feng slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his entire temperament had completely changed.
Holy light emanated from his entire body, even his hair was tinged with a divine halo.
"Mu Ningxue!"
His voice suddenly became ethereal and distant, as if it came from the sky above.
A brilliant golden beam of light pierced through the clouds and precisely enveloped Mu Ningxue.
The shadow of a goddess wearing a crown can be vaguely seen in the beam of light.
"In the name of the divine soul, I grant you the [Holy Soul of Hera] and order you to command the overall situation of Asuka City!"
Mu Ningxue's pupils suddenly contracted.
She could clearly feel that her sea of stars was transforming in the divine light.
Although his cultivation level remained unchanged, he had somehow touched the threshold of that forbidden area.
The fallen leaves in the courtyard moved without wind, forming a vortex when Wang Feng spoke for the second time:
"Ding Yumian!"
Another golden light descended, and this time the outline of a winged messenger emerged in the beam of light.
"In the name of the divine soul, I grant you the [Holy Soul of Hermes] and command you to protect travelers and merchants from the harm of the sirens!"
Ding Yumian trembled all over.
The spiritual disaster that had been like a thorn in my flesh for many years now became gentle and controllable like a spring breeze.
She could finally wield this power freely without worrying about causing disaster.
When the third oracle came down, the plants in the entire courtyard suddenly grew wildly:
"Qin Yu'er!"
In the golden beam of light, the shadow of the harvest goddess embraces ears of wheat.
"In the name of the divine soul, I grant you the [Holy Soul of Demeter], commanding you to prosper the birds and fertilize the land for a thousand miles!"
Qin Yuer's long silver hair danced in the divine light, and she felt the pulse of the earth resonating with her heartbeat.
Every inch of land tells her the secret of growth.
The three beams of light reflected each other, illuminating the courtyard in the twilight like a kingdom of God.
…
In the courtyard, the last ray of divine light gradually dissipated. The holy aura that lingered around Wang Feng receded like a tide. 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 face, as if the god-like existence just now was just an illusion.
Mu Ningxue clenched her fists gently, feeling the Holy Spirit's power coursing through her body. A ripple flickered in her icy blue eyes. "It's a marvelous power. No wonder the Parthenon has stood for a thousand years and become the world's second-largest power." She was even more surprised to learn that this power even benefited her "daughter."
With the nourishment of the Holy Soul, Xue Ji's aura continued to rise, and it wouldn't be long before she could reach the monarch level.
Ding Yumian held her hands trembling slightly in front of her chest, and for the first time, her face, which had been tense for years, showed genuine joy.
Crystal tears rolled down her cheeks, but she was completely unaware.
"Finally, I don't have to worry about hurting others anymore."
The emotions that had been suppressed for many years burst out like a dam, causing her voice to choke.
Ever since the disaster in junior high school, she had to freeze all her joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.
Wang Feng gently wiped away her tears: "From now on, you can live like an ordinary person."
Qin Yu'er knelt on one knee, and a set of dazzling and luxurious holy clothes appeared on her body.
Then the slender fingertips gently touched the ground in the courtyard.
Amazingly, the hard bluestone slabs rippled like water waves under her hands, and the soil and rocks seemed to be given life, slowly rising and falling with her breathing.
"I can sense the direction of the underground veins of the entire city." Her long silver hair moved without wind. "Just like this—"
As she raised her hand slightly, an ancient tree in the center of the courtyard suddenly grew taller at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its thick roots broke through the ground, but stopped growing meekly when they were about to touch the building.
Wang Feng looked at the holy soul power flowing through his three female companions with satisfaction, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.
At this moment, the four holy souls already have masters:
[Holy Soul of Demeter] was given to Qin Yuer.
[Holy Soul of Hermes] was bestowed upon Ding Yumian.
[Hera Holy Soul] was bestowed upon Mu Ningxue.
[Holy Soul of Artemis] had already been given to Ye Chang.
And now he still has eight Parthenon Holy Souls in his hand, which can create eight forbidden spell-level strongmen.
Only those who meet the current conditions...
(End of this chapter)
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