Chapter 390: You Can't Afford To Provoke Lin Moyu, And Neither Can I

Lin Moyu and Ning Yiyi relentlessly raided the dungeon. The undead army never tired.

After half a day, Ning Yiyi was the first to level up, reaching level 41. She spoke softly, “Everyone says leveling up past level 40 is painfully slow—it usually takes months to gain just one level. But you make it easy. In less than a day, I’ve already leveled up. The only downside is that I’m slowing you down.”

Her voice carried a trace of guilt.

Lin Moyu smiled but remained silent.

Leveling up with a girl, especially someone he cared about, was a luxury many envied. A slight dip in speed didn’t bother him—his progress was already leagues ahead of his peers, only slightly slower than Lin Mohan. At this time, his peers were still struggling to reach level 30.

As he continued grinding alongside Ning Yiyi, his mind grew calmer. His control over his murderous aura sharpened, becoming second nature.

Meanwhile, at the Chuangshen Institute, Fang Chao sought out Luo Gaoxuan.

After Mo Xinghe ascended to a God-level powerhouse, Luo Gaoxuan had stayed at Xiajing Academy for a few extra days, consulting Mo Xinghe on the finer points of advancing to the God-level. He wasn’t far from that threshold himself.

The moment Luo Gaoxuan returned, Fang Chao was already waiting for him.

Fang Chao recounted the events of that day, “Dean, how could Lin Moyu clear the dungeon so quickly? He must have used some underhanded method.”

Luo Gaoxuan regarded him calmly, “Arrogance is a dangerous flaw.”

Fang Chao was taken aback, unsure why the dean had responded this way.

Luo Gaoxuan continued, “Your older brother is a prodigy of the institute, yet you lag behind. Do you know why?”

Fang Chao frowned, confused by the sudden shift in topic. Impatience flickered across his face, but since Luo Gaoxuan was the dean, he had no choice but to listen. Taking a deep breath, he replied, “I don’t.”

Luo Gaoxuan’s voice remained indifferent, “You share the same class, the same bloodline, the same resources, and equal talent. The difference lies in your mindset. You’re too arrogant—too quick to dismiss others.”

His tone sharpened, “Do you even understand who Lin Moyu is? He is a godly general, his status on par with a God-level powerhouse. Even I address him with respect—as Godly General Lin. And yet, you dare speak his name so casually?”

Fang Chao shuddered, stunned. Luo Gaoxuan had always been patient with him—never had he rebuked him so harshly.

“Dean, I...”

Before Fang Chao could explain, Luo Gaoxuan cut him off, “Shut up and listen carefully. The record you saw was set by Godly General Lin during an extreme speedrun. He has a flight skill—he flew straight to the fourth plateau.”

He paused before continuing, “Regarding the Beast God’s True Body, the deans of all three institutes personally witnessed the entire battle. There was nothing suspicious. Godly General Lin cleared every monster in the dungeon—even the ones in the canyons weren’t spared.”

A chill ran down Fang Chao’s spine. His body trembled as he muttered in disbelief, “He even cleared the monsters in the canyons? How is that possible?”

Luo Gaoxuan ignored his reaction, “Do you know how long it took him to defeat the Beast God’s True Body?”

“It was an instant kill.” He paused, “Of course, he used a skill granted by a Primordial Rune—but an instant kill nonetheless. But tell me, Fang Chao—if you were given a chance to obtain a Primordial Rune skill, could you pull it off?”

Fang Chao hesitated. He knew the rules—knew the danger involved and the combat power required. He wasn’t sure if he could.

Luo Gaoxuan didn’t wait for an answer, “This discussion ends here. Prepare yourself. You’ll be leading a party to the Immemorial Battlefield to gain experience.”

Fang Chao’s head snapped up, “Dean, the Chuangshi Institute’s ancestral land opens in a few days!”

“I know.” Luo Gaoxuan’s voice was firm, “You won’t be going this time.”

Fang Chao stood frozen, his fists clenched. His voice came out strained, “Why? You promised me!”

Luo Gaoxuan exhaled, his tone heavy, “The Chuangshen Institute has three slots. One was originally reserved for you, but something unexpected happened.”

“The Old Ancestor took a slot—I had no choice but to give it up. The second went to your older brother. The third… to the Mo Family’s eldest daughter.”

Fang Chao’s chest rose and fell sharply, his eyes flashing with barely contained fury.

The slot he had been promised—gone, just like that.

Luo Gaoxuan patted his shoulder, “I promise you, the next time the ancestral land opens, one slot will be yours.”

These words helped steady Fang Chao’s emotions. His breathing gradually calmed.

The Chuangshen Institute’s ancestral land opened once every five years. By then, he would likely be around level 60. As long as he entered before reaching level 70 and completing his third class awakening, the opportunity would still be valuable.

Besides, one of the slots had gone to his older brother. Luo Gaoxuan had already done more than enough for his family. Pushing further would be unreasonable.

Forcing himself to remain composed, Fang Chao asked, “Dean, hasn’t the Old Ancestor’s disciple already completed her third class awakening? Why does she still need a slot?”

Luo Gaoxuan shook his head. “I don’t know the details. But when the Old Ancestor makes a request, refusing isn’t an option.”

Fang Chao understood. There was no point in arguing, “The Old Ancestor’s disciple… her leveling speed is too fast, and her identity is shrouded in mystery. Dean, can you tell me anything about her?”

Everyone in the institutes knew that the Old Ancestor had taken in a disciple—one with an absurdly fast leveling speed.

In just over a year, she had already completed her third class awakening.

Some of the institute top prodigies had teamed up with her, but all were placed under a strict gag order. They never spoke a word about what they had seen.

Even within the empire, only a select few high-ranking individuals had access to information about Lin Mohan. Luo Gaoxuan, of course, was among them.

After a moment of deliberation, he spoke in a low voice, “Her name is Lin Mohan.”

Fang Chao thought to himself, “Lin Mohan? That name… It’s almost identical to Lin Moyu’s. Just one character off. No way…”

“You guessed right.” Luo Gaoxuan’s voice was calm, “She’s Godly General Lin’s older sister.”

Hiss…

Fang Chao sucked in a sharp breath, momentarily speechless.

Luo Gaoxuan patted his shoulder again, “Keep this to yourself. Don’t spread it. As for the illusions you saw earlier—it was likely caused by Godly General Lin’s murderous aura. He isn’t as simple as you think. The number of Demons and Dragonkind he has slain is beyond your imagination.”

“This is a level you can’t reach—at least, not for now.” Luo Gaoxuan’s tone turned grave, “All I can tell you is this: don’t provoke him. You can’t afford to. Neither can I. Understood?”

This time, Fang Chao was truly shaken, his entire body trembling. He had finally come to terms with reality.

Whether it was Lin Moyu or Lin Mohan, they were far beyond his reach—people he could never afford to provoke. Not just him. Even Luo Gaoxuan didn’t dare to cross them lightly.

Luo Gaoxuan’s voice broke the silence, “Alright, go make your preparations. I hope your journey to the Immemorial Battlefield proves fruitful.”

For ten days straight, Lin Moyu and Ning Yiyi remained in the Dungeon Hall, tirelessly tackling the large-scale dungeon Beast God Plateau.

By the end of their grind, Lin Moyu had reached level 45, while Ning Yiyi had surpassed level 44.

However, after hitting level 45, the pace of leveling slowed drastically. Each dungeon run yielded only 4% EXP—meaning they would need to clear all the monsters 25 times just to level up once.

At their current pace of slightly over an hour per run, leveling up required two full days and nights of relentless grinding.

The process was repetitive and mind-numbingly dull. While Lin Moyu wouldn’t tire, Ning Yiyi would. Unlike him, she lacked Divinity Force, meaning her physical and mental recovery was far slower.

By the last two days, she was struggling to keep up, her exhaustion undeniable. Lin Moyu even had to carry her during raids.

Nestled in his arms, Ning Yiyi slept soundly, a peaceful smile on her lips.

After ten days, Lin Moyu received a message from Bai Yiyuan.

In the White God Courtyard, Meng Anwen lounged in his chair, looking relaxed and carefree.

Bai Yiyuan, Yan Kuangsheng, Ning Tairan, and Mo Xinghe sat together, sipping tea and chatting.

Lin Moyu, carrying Ning Yiyi gently in his arms, teleported into the courtyard, “Teachers, I’ve arrived.”

When his gaze landed on Mo Xinghe, his eyes brightened, “Congratulations, Dean Mo, on reaching the God-level.”

Mo Xinghe’s aura had shifted—stronger, more profound. Lin Moyu could feel the change.

Mo Xinghe chuckled heartily, “Thank you. I owe it all to your Beast God’s Leg Bone. Without it, I wouldn’t have ascended so quickly.”

Lin Moyu said modestly, “I’m glad I could help. But the Beast God’s Leg Bone now belongs to Old Ning—I gave it to him as my proposal gift.”

Everyone nodded, already aware of this arrangement—except for Ning Tairan, who snorted in mild annoyance but kept silent.

Bai Yiyuan spoke up, “Moyu, do you know why I called you back this time?”

Lin Moyu nodded knowingly, “It must be because the Chuangshi Institute’s ancestral land is about to open, right?”