Chapter 646: Useless To Others, Invaluable To Me

Seeing the strange expressions on the three men’s faces, Lin Moyu felt puzzled. He couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

After he sat down, Bai Yiyuan unexpectedly took the initiative to pour him a cup of tea and asked casually, “Was it dangerous?”

Yan Kuangsheng followed up immediately, “Did they come one by one, or all at once? Demons or Dragonkind?”

“Dragonkind.” Lin Moyu replied, “13 Dragon Kings came together—12 low-tier Dragon Kings and one mid-tier Dragon King.”

Hiss!

The three men exchanged glances in shock. That was no small force.

They themselves wouldn’t fear such enemies, but for an ordinary God-level expert, encountering that lineup would leave only two choices: flee or die.

“That fight must’ve been quite dangerous.” Bai Yiyuan said.

Lin Moyu shook his head, “It wasn’t dangerous. It lasted about two minutes.”

Hiss!

Another sharp intake of breath. Their disbelief deepened.

Meng Anwen seemed to realize something, “After your third class awakening… did your strength increase dramatically?”

“It did.” Lin Moyu confirmed, “Without using external items, my actual combat strength should be close to level 93.”

“If I do use external items, killing level 93 God-level powerhouses wouldn’t be difficult.”

The “external items” he referred to were the Solidified Fire God’s Blood Essence and the Poison God’s Blood Essence.

As his strength had grown, he relied on them less and less.

Even so, he still possessed ultimate trump cards: detonating the Lightning God’s Law Crystals and the Poison God’s corpse.

Unless it was truly life or death, he wouldn’t use them.

Only now did the three fully understand how mistaken they were.

The Dragonkind hadn’t endangered Lin Moyu at all. Instead, they had practically delivered military merit straight to his doorstep, allowing him to advance from a three-star godly general to a five-star one.

Bai Yiyuan glanced at Meng Anwen, “Old Meng, you’re well-read. Has the human race ever had someone who could so easily slaughter God-level beings right after their third class awakening?”

Meng Anwen looked at him as if he were an idiot, “What does being well-read have to do with that? If someone like that existed, would you not know?”

Yan Kuangsheng nodded, “Exactly. If such a person had existed, humanity would’ve counterattacked the Abyss and the Dragonkind World long ago.”

Someone who could massacre God-level powerhouses while only level 70-something—by the time he reached God-level or even half-step Transcendent God-level, even true Transcendent God-level might not be his match.

The Demon Emperor and the Dragon Emperor were merely half-step Transcendent God-level, still far from true Transcendent God-level.

Lin Moyu’s ability to challenge enemies far above his level was terrifying. Once he reached half-step Transcendent God-level, he might truly be capable of leading humanity in a counteroffensive.

The three men’s eyes gleamed with excitement, especially Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng.

Lin Moyu could guess their thoughts; he had entertained similar ones himself.

Yet Jiang Yi had once warned him that even if he became a Transcendent God-level, he still shouldn’t think of wiping out the Abyss or the Dragonkind World.

There were hidden circumstances outsiders couldn’t comprehend.

He thought of Emperor Di, who had lived in seclusion for a century, rarely intervening and only guarding the human race, before departing for an unknown place.

Only those who reached that level could truly understand why.

Lin Moyu chose not to pursue the topic further. Instead, he said, “Teacher, I raided the high-tier Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon several times and brought back some quasi-legendary-grade equipment.”

“I don’t really have any use for it.”

Bai Yiyuan nodded, “The military has dedicated parties for the Kunlun Divine Palace. I went there in my youth as well—it’s an excellent place for equipment.”

“Especially the Kunlun set. A complete set with matching attributes isn’t inferior to legendary-grade equipment.”

Yan Kuangsheng snorted, “What’s the point of saying that? Who can actually obtain it? Over the years, the military has cleared it countless times and only assembled three or five complete sets.”

“They don’t suit me anyway.” Bai Yiyuan said.

“Nor me.” Yan Kuangsheng added.

The military did have specialized parties grinding in the dungeon, and over the years they had completed several sets. But none matched the attributes the two of them needed.

Lin Moyu said nothing.

Suddenly, a massive amount of equipment appeared in the open space outside the small courtyard.

Weapons, armor, and accessories piled up like a mountain.

This time, even Meng Anwen was shocked and sat upright.

“Good heavens.” Bai Yiyuan exclaimed, “How many times did you raid it?”

“20 times.” Lin Moyu answered seriously.

Yan Kuangsheng asked hesitantly, “Did you open all four platforms every time?”

“Yes.”

“And you obtained four Kunlun set pieces each time?” Yan Kuangsheng’s eyes lit up instantly.

20 runs meant 80 Kunlun set pieces.

Even if those alone couldn’t form complete sets, the military warehouse held additional stock.

In just over half a day, Lin Moyu had achieved what elite parties would need years to accumulate.

The efficiency was staggering.

Then Lin Moyu brought out the Kunlun set pieces as well, forming another pile.

Compared to the rest, they were clearly of a higher tier, radiating powerful energy as they gathered together.

“Teachers, see if there’s anything suitable. I can grind some more another day.”

Dungeon grinding was effortless for him; he didn’t even get tired.

With a single command, the undead army would sweep through the dungeon from start to finish.

All he had to do was stroll along and collect the loot.

If his storage space hadn’t already been filled to the brim, Lin Moyu would probably still be grinding in the Kunlun Divine Palace right now.

Meng Anwen had no interest in the Kunlun set. He already possessed the Shenxia Tower and had no need for other equipment.

Legendary-grade equipment had a troublesome trait: exclusivity.

Once someone equipped legendary-grade equipment, they could no longer use anything below that grade.

Thus, no matter how impressive the Kunlun set’s attributes were, it meant nothing to Meng Anwen unless he was willing to give up the Shenxia Tower.

Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng were different. Their eyes gleamed as they sifted through the Kunlun set pieces, searching for equipment that suited them.

Completing a Kunlun set with perfectly matched attributes was the dream of countless class users.

Even as level 96 high-tier God-level, they were no exception.

Lin Moyu poured a cup of tea for Meng Anwen, “Teacher Meng, some time ago I obtained a weapon left behind by a God. It’s mythical-grade.”

Meng Anwen’s eyebrows shot up, “Which God?”

“The God of Bloodshed.” Lin Moyu brought out the Blood Divine Disk and recounted what had happened on the Wind-Lightning Continent.

Meng Anwen had heard of the God of Bloodshed. Although not as famous as the Elemental Gods, the God of Bloodshed far surpassed them in strength.

They were a high-tier God.

A high-tier God’s weapon would inevitably be mythical-grade and contain law force.

Moreover, such a weapon would never normally leave its owner’s side.

The Blood Divine Disk had first fallen into Wind Petal’s hands, and now into Lin Moyu’s. That could only mean one thing: the God of Bloodshed had fallen.

“It seems we humans can’t use the weapons of the Gods.” Lin Moyu said.

Antares had told him this, and Lin Moyu could only choose to believe it.

Still, now that Meng Anwen had reached high-tier God-level, studying the Blood Divine Disk might give him valuable insight.

Meng Anwen took the Blood Divine Disk and sensed it briefly. Then he raised a finger, and the Shenxia Tower appeared in midair.

Streams of light poured down from the Shenxia Tower, enveloping the Blood Divine Disk.

Under Meng Anwen’s control, the Shenxia Tower began to rotate as countless runes emerged within the light.

Lin Moyu knew Meng Anwen was analyzing the Blood Divine Disk.

This was one of the abilities of an Alchemist.

Meng Anwen was a dual-class God-level: Alchemist and Formation Master.

The two classes were independent yet complementary, greatly enhancing his strength.

Bang!

A thunderous blared echoed through the air. The Shenxia Tower shook violently, then was blasted far away and vanished into the sky.

Meanwhile, the Blood Divine Disk glowed with a faint red light, its surface rippling like flowing blood.

Meng Anwen didn’t bother chasing the Shenxia Tower. It bore his soul imprint; no matter how far it flew, he could summon it back with a thought.

He said softly, “That’s a mythical-grade weapon for you. It carries law and is incredibly powerful.”

Even without anyone controlling it, the Blood Divine Disk had repelled the Shenxia Tower—proof of its terrifying might.

Lin Moyu asked, “Is it useful?”

Meng Anwen smiled, “Useless to others, but invaluable to me.”

“The Shenxia Tower is a special legendary-grade equipment with inherent malleability. It has the potential to advance to mythical-grade—it’s simply been lacking the opportunity.”

“Now, that opportunity has arrived. I can analyze the structure of the Blood Divine Disk, especially the law within it, and use formations to simulate and replicate it in the Shenxia Tower.”

“Eventually, the tower will be able to upgrade to mythical-grade.”

Excitement colored Meng Anwen’s voice.

Among the human race, legendary-grade equipment were already extremely rare, while mythical-grade equipment could be counted on one hand.

If the Shenxia Tower could truly advance, it would be a monumental boon for humanity.

Judging by Meng Anwen’s expression, he was confident.

Meng Anwen smiled, and Lin Moyu returned the smile.

Being able to help Meng Anwen made him genuinely happy.

Then Lin Moyu added, “Teacher, I’ll have to trouble you again. Please send me back to the lower layer.”

Meng Anwen looked surprised, “Didn’t you just return from there?”

Lin Moyu sighed, “There’s still something I need to handle. I made a deal with someone and need to fulfill it.”

Meng Anwen didn’t pry further, knowing Lin Moyu had his own reasons.

With a thought, the Shenxia Tower teleported back from who knows how far away.

Moments later, a teleportation formation appeared in the air.