Chapter 820: Time For The Wedding
Lin Moyu made no effort to conceal his aura. Returning to the White God Courtyard felt like coming home; there was no reason to sneak around.
Inside the courtyard house, everything was as familiar as ever. Meng Anwen lounged in his old chair, looking as though he had never left it.
Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng sat drinking tea and chatting. The two seemed to possess an inexhaustible supply of topics to discuss—or arguments to have.
Whenever their conversation paused, they would simply gaze up at the sky, each lost in thought.
At their level, cultivation alone was no longer that enough. Comprehension had become far more important.
The soul rank was paramount. As long as one's soul rank advanced, increasing soul force itself was relatively easy.
Yet raising the soul rank required comprehending law and sensing the workings of nature—a slow and difficult process. Going years without progress was perfectly normal.
Lin Moyu walked over and poured fresh tea for all three elders.
"Teachers, please have some tea."
No matter how much stronger he became, he would always be their disciple.
Yan Kuangsheng took a sip and sighed, "Seeing Moyu makes me feel old."
Lin Moyu smiled, "Teacher, you're still in the prime of your life."
Bai Yiyuan snorted, "Did you hear that? Prime of your life. Hurry up and find a wife to give you some children."
Yan Kuangsheng shot back without hesitation, "My blade is my wife. And it can't have children."
Bai Yiyuan glared at him, "Keep talking like that and you'll end up a eunuch."
Yan Kuangsheng glared back, "Mind your own business. Enjoy your free time while you can. In a few months, you'll be too busy to relax."
Lin Moyu immediately caught the implication, "Teacher's wife is pregnant?"
A faint blush appeared on Bai Yiyuan's aged face, "Yes. The child is due in a few months."
"Congratulations, Teacher." Lin Moyu immediately offered his congratulations.
Bai Yiyuan was already nearly a hundred years old. This truly was a child born in his later years.
At that moment, Meng Anwen suddenly spoke, "Moyu, you're not that young anymore either. It's about time you and Yiyi held your wedding."
Bai Yiyuan nodded in agreement, "Now that the world has finally settled down, it really is time."
Lin Moyu thought of Ning Yiyi, "I haven't seen Yiyi in quite a while. I wonder how she's been doing."
Meng Anwen replied, "Same as always. That girl is a bit wild. She formed a party with the other girls and has been raiding dungeons all over the world."
"These days, every dungeon belongs to Shenxia. There are more than enough to go around, so there's no need to fight over them anymore."
"The Dungeon Hall managed by Old Ning has lost over half its usual visitors."
"I've disliked those foreigners for a long time. Who would've thought they were descendants cultivated by people from the world beyond?"
Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng nodded in agreement—a rare moment when the two stood on the same side.
Lin Moyu took a sip of tea, feeling that the world had turned out rather well.
Internal conflict had been completely eradicated. All that remained was to unite and focus all efforts on dealing with the Abyssal Demons.
Meng Anwen looked at him, "What are your thoughts?"
Lin Moyu considered the question for a moment, "Yiyi and I made an agreement. Once she reaches level 70, we'll get married."
Bai Yiyuan burst out laughing, "So that's why she's been working so hard lately!"
"Good! Very good! Yiyi is already level 69. We can start preparing right away."
"Looks like it's finally time."
"We need to discuss the venue and prepare the guest list."
"Indeed. This requires careful planning. Moyu is our disciple, and Yiyi is Old Ning's treasured granddaughter. This wedding can't be handled casually."
"Then let's make it grand. Invite everyone who should be invited and even those who shouldn't."
The three elders immediately plunged into a heated discussion.
From beginning to end, they never asked for Lin Moyu's opinion again, leaving him feeling somewhat like an outsider in his own wedding preparations.
Still, he had learned what he wanted to know.
Ning Yiyi was traveling the world with Mo Yun and the others, tirelessly clearing dungeons and progressing at a rapid pace.
With level 70 just around the corner, the day of their agreement was fast approaching.
It was time for him to formally visit the Ning Family and ask for her hand in marriage.
At the same time, Lin Moyu examined his own condition.
The talent tree continued to draw power from an unknown source, channeling a steady stream of spirit force into him.
Even without actively cultivating, he estimated that he would reach level 90 within a few days.
Level 90 marked God-level.
For most class users, attaining this level brought a profound transformation.
Although Lin Moyu had already paved the path to God-level, the breakthrough would still bring significant changes.
The most immediate change would be a dramatic increase in attributes.
While attributes no longer played a decisive role, they remained an important milestone.
At the very least, they still held value before one stepped into the Transcendent God realm.
Once one’s comprehension of laws became deep enough to control them, and one of their attributes reached ten million, they could break through the bottleneck and advance into the Transcendent God Realm.
After reaching that realm, the four attributes gradually lost their importance. Soul force and law comprehension became the true measures of strength.
Lin Moyu gazed into the distance, his eyes seemingly piercing through space itself, “For the marriage proposal, the teachers can represent me. But for the wedding, I must call elder sister.”
Lin Mohan was his only remaining blood relative in this world. How could she possibly be absent from his wedding?
His sister had always been exceptionally decisive and independent.
When Emperor Di departed, no one knew what he had told her.
All Lin Mohan had said was that everyone had their own path to walk, and she had hers.
Perhaps, one day, they would meet again at the end of their respective paths.
Since then, Lin Moyu had heard nothing about her.
“Teachers, have you seen my elder sister?” He asked.
Meng Anwen shook his head, “I haven't seen her personally, but during the recent internal conflict, there was some news about her.”
Bai Yiyuan spoke in a low voice, “At the time, tens of thousands of blood slaves swarmed the island where the Chuangshen Institute is located.”
“By the time we arrived, every blood slave had already been eliminated.”
“According to the students, a divine maiden flew out from the depths of the institute.”
“Wielding twin swords, she unleashed countless streaks of sword light that filled the sky, slaughtering every blood slave in sight.”
Meng Anwen nodded, “That was most likely your sister. We detected traces of law aura there. She may have already reached level 96.”
Lin Moyu was slightly astonished.
He knew his sister's talent greatly accelerated her cultivation speed, but he hadn't expected it to be this extraordinary.
It seemed that the higher her level became, the faster she advanced.
Moreover, with Emperor Di at her side, she had undoubtedly moved her talents.
Even after reaching level 90, her talents continued to exert effect.
“When you arrived, Teacher, was she already gone?” Lin Moyu asked.
Meng Anwen nodded, “She had already left.”
“I want to take a look.”
“I'll send you there.”
Without wasting another word, Meng Anwen tapped the air with a finger.
The Shenxia Tower immediately formed a simple teleportation formation connected directly to the Chuangshen Institute.
The Chuangshen Institute stood upon an island, waves rolling against the shore in a steady rhythm.
The institute's teleportation formation glowed faintly as Lin Moyu emerged.
The institute itself was still some distance away.
After orienting himself, he flapped his Deathwings once.
Lin Moyu appeared in the deepest region of the island as though he had teleported.
With his soul grade having reached 3rd grade and his soul rank now at level 96, Lin Moyu's perception had become extraordinarily sharp.
He immediately sensed the lingering aura of a half-step Transcendent God.
It was Emperor Di's aura.
Alongside it, there was also Lin Mohan’s aura.
A sharp and formidable law still lingered in the air, unmistakably belonging to her.
“She has already reached level 97.” Lin Moyu concluded after examining the traces of law.
Though he had been mentally prepared, a wave of shock still surged through him.