Chapter 420: Half A Month Of Slaughter; The Purge Of The Demon Worship Society

Bai Yiyuan appeared before Lin Moyu in a flash.

Only after confirming that Lin Moyu was safe and unharmed did he finally relax.

"I'm glad you're alright." He said, patting Lin Moyu on the shoulder—then suddenly froze.

His gaze fell on the military badge near his hand, focusing on the two stars.

Bai Yiyuan’s slightly tense expression turned strange, “You killed a Demon King?”

Lin Moyu nodded, “The Fire Demon King chased me into a dungeon. I turned the tables and killed it.”

Bai Yiyuan instantly grasped the situation and burst into laughter, “Well done! Beautifully done! That guy wasn’t even that strong, yet had such a nasty temper! Serves it right!”

His booming laughter echoed through the air. He thumped Lin Moyu on the shoulder again—loud, solid pats, as if trying to break it.

“Good! Good! Good! Level 48, two-star godly general! And you slayed a Demon King? That’s a first in human history! Brilliant!”

Everyone around who heard this exchange understood immediately what had happened.

Becoming a godly general was already a massive feat—every soldier’s dream. But becoming a two-star godly general? That was something only God-level powerhouses could achieve.

After all, only God-level experts could slay Demon Kings. That was common sense.

Lin Moyu had just shattered that common sense. He had created a miracle.

Everyone looked at him with awe, as if he were a deity.

Lin Moyu said lightly, “Teacher, if you keep patting me like that, I’m going to fall apart.”

Bai Yiyuan chuckled and finally stopped, “Come on—let’s go kill a few more.”

With that, he grabbed Lin Moyu and rushed into the Shenxia Tower. In an instant, the tower vanished from sight.

The matter with the Demon Worship Society hadn’t been fully settled yet. The main threats had been resolved, but there was still cleanup to handle.

Inside the Shenxia Tower, Bai Yiyuan began explaining the recent efforts to dismantle the Demon Worship Society’s influence.

Their infiltration had gone far deeper than expected—across every corner of the empire. The purge was proving to be complex.

While Bai Yiyuan had gathered some evidence beforehand, the society’s frenzied counterattack forced even more of its members into the open.

No one had expected the Demon Worship Society to have three God-level experts.

Bai Yiyuan had clashed with all three over the past few days.

The strongest had reached level 93, while the other two were at level 91.

Yet despite engaging them, he failed to take them down. They escaped at lightning speed—fleeing beyond the empire’s borders.

Lin Moyu also recounted his own experiences within the dungeon.

Meng Anwen, who had been listening quietly, commented, “Even if the Fire Demon King’s power was suppressed by entering the dungeon by force—it was still a Demon King. No ordinary class user could’ve survived, let alone defeated it.”

Bai Yiyuan smiled, “I was surprised when I heard of it—didn’t expect Moyu’s combat power to reach this level already.”

Lin Moyu replied calmly, “I was lucky. If the Fire Demon King had been more cautious, I might not have made it out alive.”

His Enhanced Troop skill only lasted 30 seconds. If he hadn’t finished the fight within that window, it would’ve been the end of him.

Despite this achievement, Lin Moyu knew he was still far from truly being a match for a Demon King.

He never underestimated himself—but neither did he let arrogance take root.

Meng Anwen appreciated that quality, “You’re neither overconfident nor lacking in confidence. That’s a valuable mindset.”

He added, “Once you complete your third class awakening at level 70, you may truly reach God-level combat power.”

Meng Anwen was never one to speak lightly.

Bai Yiyuan clicked his tongue, “Tch, God-level combat power at level 70—just what I’d expect from my disciple.”

Meng Anwen shot back, “That’s all Moyu’s own strength—it has little to do with you.”

Bai Yiyuan snorted, “Says who? Without my careful guidance, he wouldn’t be this strong.”

“No one else has skin as thick as yours.”

As usual, the two began bickering.

Lin Moyu was used to it by now. All he could do was let them go at it.

Over the next two days, Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan took Lin Moyu across the empire, purging the remnants of the Demon Worship Society.

Bai Yiyuan unearthed hidden traitors in batch after batch.

Some surrendered quietly. Others resisted with everything they had.

Anyone below level 70 was left to Lin Moyu.

As Bai Yiyuan put it:

The sword of a true powerhouse has two edges. One to protect humanity. The other to cut down traitors.

Lin Moyu couldn’t have agreed more. And when it came time to kill, he didn’t hesitate.

The purge lasted a full half a month.

When it was over, the brief chaos faded, and peace returned to the empire.

After that quiet stretch, the White God Courtyard once again filled with the soothing aroma of tea.

Lin Moyu brewed a pot of tea for Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan, “Teachers, the Demon Worship Society within the empire is mostly dealt with, right?”

Bai Yiyuan nodded, “80% to 90%. What’s left won’t pose any real threat.”

Meng Anwen added, “Half a month of unrest for decades of peace—that was a trade worth making.”

Bai Yiyuan drank the hot tea in his hand, then exhaled slowly. His breath lingered in the air like a sharp blade.

The Demon Worship Society within the Shenxia Empire had suffered devastating losses—both in manpower and leadership. It would be a long time before they could stir up trouble again.

Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen’s methods were ruthless and thorough. Once they got involved, they always saw things through to the end.

Lin Moyu asked, “What about the other countries?”

Meng Anwen chuckled. “Let them handle their own mess. Those foreign factions might be arrogant, but they’re not completely brainless.

“The Demon Worship Society used to operate primarily within Shenxia. The other factions were just sitting back, watching us bleed. Now? It’s their turn for a headache.”

With 80% to 90% of the Demon Worship Society’s forces wiped out in Shenxia, it was inevitable that their activity would shift abroad in the coming years.

Lin Moyu understood this well.

Unlike the Shenxia Empire, foreign factions were fragmented—scattered like loose sand. Once the Demon Worship Society turned its attention to them, they were in for a rough time.

Meng Anwen continued, “If we truly want to eliminate the Demon Worship Society for good, the human race needs a supreme powerhouse—someone whose word is absolute.”

He had said something similar before.

A half-step Transcendent God wasn’t enough. To unify humanity, a genuine Transcendent God had to rise.

After half a month of battle and bloodshed, Lin Moyu had unknowingly matured.

His accumulated murderous aura had been channeled into the Domain Divine Stone, which had grown darker and more ominous.

Inside the Domain Divine Stone, the murderous aura churned like a storm. At the center of that swirling darkness, a single drop of black substance began to take form.

Half a day after Lin Moyu returned to the White God Courtyard, he received a message from Shi Xing’an.

After reading it, a smile broke across his face.

Meng Anwen noticed, “What’s got you smiling like that?”

Lin Moyu was typically quiet and composed—such genuine smiles were uncommon.

He replied, “It’s Brother Shi. He just reached level 40. Teacher Meng, we’ll be troubling you.”

Bai Yiyuan chimed in, “Old Meng, we’ll be troubling you.”

Shi Xing’an had reached level 40—it was time for his second class awakening.

Lin Moyu had already given him a Heart of the Earth and an Earth Gem. All that remained was the Class Awakening Formation.

And the quality of the formation was critical. Whether Shi Xing’an could successfully advance to become an Earth Knight depended entirely on it.

With the greatest Formation Master of the human race standing right before him, who else could he rely on but Meng Anwen?

Bai Yiyuan pulled out a pile of materials. Each was rare—though not excessively valuable.

Back when Lin Moyu underwent his own class awakening, Bai Yiyuan had nearly exhausted his wealth.

These were leftover materials, but still more than enough for Shi Xing’an’s class awakening.

Meng Anwen turned to Bai Yiyuan, “Alright. Go bring him here.”

As he spoke, the Shenxia Tower appeared in midair. A beam of light shot out from it, beginning to outline the Class Awakening Formation in the air.

To a God-level Formation Master like Meng Anwen, creating a formation for a second class awakening was child’s play.

In mere moments, a complex formation took shape—its structure elegant, precise, and far more intricate than anything an ordinary Formation Master could hope to produce.

This was the work of a God-level Formation Master—and Meng Anwen had a reputation to uphold.

Once the framework was complete, he waved his hand, and the materials provided by Bai Yiyuan flew into place, embedding themselves at key nodes throughout the formation.

Although this formation was already grand in scale, Lin Moyu could tell it paled in comparison to the one used for his own class awakening.

The difference in material quality alone was staggering—more than a hundredfold.

He couldn’t help but feel deeply grateful to both Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen.