Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Without anyone noticing, Lin Mohan's level had already surpassed Meng Anwen's.

For her, leveling seemed effortless, as if bottlenecks simply didn't exist.

Following the lingering law aura, Lin Moyu arrived at a small mountain where a cultivation dwelling had been carved into the rock.

Such cultivation dwellings were rare in this age. The one before him carried an ancient, weathered feeling, looking like a product from the distant past.

Lin Mohan's aura disappeared right outside the cultivation dwelling. However, Lin Moyu could roughly determine that she had been here within the last month and had unleashed law in this place.

He guessed she was likely training her law arts.

Since a formation protected the entrance, he didn't force his way inside.

"Sister!"

Using soul-echo, he transmitted his voice.

Soul-echoes could pass through formations and physical barriers alike.

As long as Lin Mohan was inside, he was certain she would hear him.

Yet after waiting for a while, no response came.

He called out again. Several moments passed, but the result remained the same.

Gradually, his soul force spread outward, attempting to seep into the cultivation dwelling.

Suddenly, the formation at the entrance lit up, blocking his soul force from advancing any farther.

"Moyu!"

Lin Mohan's voice finally sounded from within the formation.

Lin Moyu relaxed slightly, "Sister, so you're inside."

"Moyu, is something wrong?"

Hearing her words, Lin Moyu frowned faintly. For some reason, he felt that something was off.

"Sister, are you alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine."

Her answer was crisp and decisive.

The brief reply matched her usual manner of speaking.

Lin Mohan continued, "Moyu, I'm currently at a critical stage in law comprehension. It's not convenient for me to stop right now. Once I'm finished, I'll come find you."

Lin Moyu could faintly sense traces of law aura leaking from within the cultivation dwelling.

Although a sliver of doubt remained in his heart, he ultimately chose to trust her.

Or rather, it wasn't blind trust—it was understanding.

They had grown up together. No one knew Lin Mohan better than he did.

If something were truly wrong, she would never hide it from him.

If she said she was at a crucial point in law comprehension, then perhaps she genuinely couldn't afford any distractions.

Lin Moyu had experienced the same thing before. Once one's mind became fully immersed in law comprehension, all sense of time disappeared.

After a brief pause, he said, "Then I'll head off for now. Sister, come find me when you're done. There's something I want to tell you."

"Alright."

With that, the formation fell silent once more.

Lin Moyu gazed at the cultivation dwelling for a moment before finally turning away.

He remembered what Lin Mohan had once told him: Everyone has their own path to walk.

Perhaps Lin Mohan was simply following hers.

With a beat of his Deathwings, he shot into the air like a streak of lightning.

This time, he didn't push his speed to the limit.

After returning to the mainland, he looked down from above, passing over city after city while observing the lives of the people below.

The world had indeed changed dramatically.

After the great calamity, humanity had thrown itself wholeheartedly into rebuilding.

Now that the entire world belonged to Shenxia people, disputes over territory had become a thing of the past.

With internal conflicts eliminated, the diligence and resilience of Shenxia people was on full display.

Everywhere he looked, people were hard at work building.

The entire world pulsed with boundless vitality and hope.

Along the way, he saw numerous wilderness dungeons, with class users gathering in parties outside their entrances.

Elsewhere, parties were challenging wilderness bosses in pursuit of equipment.

"Oh? What a coincidence."

A smile suddenly appeared on Lin Moyu's face.

His soul had become extraordinarily sensitive. From an immense distance away, he detected a familiar aura—Ning Yiyi's.

At that moment, white light shot into the sky, accompanied by Ning Yiyi's excited cry.

The white light signified a level-up.

Ning Yiyi had finally reached level 70.

Before her lay the corpse of a wilderness boss.

The boss had become nothing more than a stepping stone on her path to advancement.

Shu Han smiled, "What’s got you so happy? Thinking you can finally get married now?"

Ning Yiyi's face instantly reddened, "Big Sister Shu Han, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Shu Han fixed her beautiful eyes on her, "Oh? Then why are you blushing? Yun, Xianxian, tell me—am I talking nonsense?"

Ning Yiyi snorted, "It’s not like I’m the only one who wants to get married. Big Sister Shu Han, don’t tell me you don’t."

"I wonder who it was that kept calling for Junior Lin in her sleep?"

The counterattack hit harder than a star-grade law art.

Shu Han froze on the spot, her pretty face turning bright red.

Without hesitation, Mo Yun grabbed Mu Xianxian and retreated a few steps, putting a distance between themselves and the battlefield.

Having seized the advantage, Ning Yiyi pressed forward relentlessly.

"Big Sister Shu Han, was I wrong?"

Defeated, Shu Han could only stammer helplessly, unable to find a response.

Meanwhile, Mo Yun leaned toward Mu Xianxian and whispered, "Xianxian, I didn't talk in my sleep, did I?"

Mu Xianxian thought for a moment, "I don't think so. What about me?"

Mo Yun shook her head, "I never heard anything."

Realizing she was no match for Ning Yiyi in a battle of words, Shu Han immediately called for reinforcements.

"Yun, what was it you told me before? You said if you ever looked for a husband, you'd want someone like—"

Mo Yun's expression changed dramatically.

She lunged forward and clamped a hand over Shu Han's mouth.

"Don't you dare say it!"

Ning Yiyi blinked in surprise.

Why was the normally calm and composed Mo Yun reacting so strongly?

And why was she blushing too?

A thought suddenly flashed through Ning Yiyi's mind.

"Big Sister Yun... don't tell me you also..."

Mo Yun shook her head at once.

"No! I never said I wanted to marry him!"

The moment the words left her mouth, both Ning Yiyi and Mo Yun froze.

Mo Yun had just exposed herself.

Clang!

The maul slipped from Mu Xianxian's hand and crashed onto the ground.

Shu Han immediately recovered, her eyes darting toward Mu Xianxian, "Xianxian, didn't you say when you were drunk that the person you liked most was Junior Lin?"

Mu Xianxian shook her head so hard it was almost a blur.

"No! That's not what I meant! I was drunk—I was talking nonsense!"

Shu Han chuckled, "They say drunken words are sober thoughts."

Ning Yiyi slowly turned to look at Mu Xianxian, "Big Sister Xianxian... is that true?"

"No, no, no! I was drunk, that's all! I was talking nonsense!" Mu Xianxian protested desperately.

But Ning Yiyi wasn't stupid.

In an instant, she had already pieced together ninety percent of the truth.

For a moment, her mind went completely blank.

Over the past few years, the four of them had been inseparable.

They had faced dangers together and shared joys together.

Their bond had long surpassed ordinary friendship.

‘As close as sisters’ was not enough to describe their bond; even ‘friends who had faced life and death together’ seemed too shallow.

Yet she had never expected this.

Her thoughts became a tangled mess.

A stinging sensation washed over her.

Before she realized it, tears were already streaming down her face.

The other three immediately rushed over, surrounding her and trying to comfort her all at once.

But Ning Yiyi wasn't the only one in turmoil.

High above in the sky, Lin Moyu was feeling a massive headache coming on.

Originally, he had planned to reveal himself.

It had been so long since he'd seen Ning Yiyi, and he missed her dearly.

But now...

If he showed up, he would be walking straight into a disaster.

After a brief moment of consideration, Lin Moyu arrived at the conclusion that retreat was the best choice.

His Deathwings beat once. The next instant, he disappeared without a trace.