Chapter 95

"There are so many good things in the academy exchange, but unfortunately, they all require points, and I can't afford them."

"I really envy that guy; he has over 30,000 points. I wonder how many points the National Top Scholar gets as a reward; it certainly won't be a small amount."

"I heard from Principal Lu that Lin Moyu arrived at Xiajing Academy a few days ago."

"I wonder how he's been doing these past few days."

"With that guy's ability, he should be doing pretty well."

"The National Top Scholar, truly remarkable."

Thinking of Lin Moyu's performance in the Battle Space, Xia Xue felt a sense of disbelief, but at the same time, she was happy for him.

By now, she no longer had the intention of competing with Lin Moyu.

The gap between them was too large.

She could admit defeat, but only in her heart; she would absolutely never admit it out loud.

"Forget it, the opening ceremony is tomorrow anyway, and that guy will definitely show up."

The dormitory door opened, and her roommate had arrived.

Xia Xue's eyes lit up. "It's you!"

Zuo Mei stared blankly at Xia Xue, then joy appeared in her eyes. "What a coincidence!"

It felt really good to be roommates with someone from her home province.

Lin Moyu led Dungeon runs over and over again, and the Lion Tyrant fell before him time after time.

He had almost worn out the Tyrant Desert.

If it weren't for the fact that each person could only occupy one spot on the leaderboard, he would have taken the top three spots in the Dungeon, and they would be unbreakable.

Lin Moyu had been in the Dungeon Hall for two days, had led others through the Dungeon five times in total, and was now preparing for the sixth.

"One last time."

He calculated the time; it would be around 7 AM when this run was finished.

The opening ceremony was held at 9 AM.

He glanced at the queue; there were exactly 35 people left, so finishing this round would be perfect.

After collecting the points and forming the party, everyone was quickly teleported into the Dungeon.

— Seeking flowers · 0

For Lin Moyu, this was his eighth time entering the Tyrant Desert.

Except for the first time when he happened upon a desert fruit, the subsequent six times had none.

"I hope there will be one this time."

In Bai Yiyuan's small courtyard, Ning Tairan was fuming at Bai Yiyuan. "That kid you think so highly of is acting too recklessly."

"What's wrong?" Bai Yiyuan looked puzzled. Lin Moyu's personality was so steady; how could he be acting recklessly?

Meng Anwen was also there and poured a cup of tea for Ning Tairan. "Old Man Ning, don't be anxious; drink some tea and tell us slowly."

Ning Tairan said irritably, "That kid is in the Dungeon Hall, charging people to take them through the Tyrant Desert Dungeon."

Bai Yiyuan asked curiously, "Charging to take people through a Dungeon, isn't that normal? It's always been done."

"But he's taking 39 people through the Dungeon at once!" Ning Tairan huffed. "Those people who have been stuck on their quests for the last few years have all completed them now."

Bai Yiyuan slapped his thigh and laughed out loud. "The kid is good! He actually thought of that. How is he charging? He better not go easy on those guys!"

…

Ning Tairan's eyes widened. "You're going to be the death of me! You know the purpose behind the academy setting these quests."

The academy's intention was to use quests, especially those in large Dungeons, to screen for outstanding talent.

Those who were stuck on Dungeon quests had issues themselves.

Either their strength was insufficient, or their character was flawed; there were always various defects.

Bai Yiyuan sipped his tea. "Of course I know, but so what? The rules are set by the academy, and the academy didn't forbid anyone from being led. He is acting within the scope of the rules."

"Old Man Ning, why don't you find a single academy regulation and see which one Lin Moyu violated."

Ning Tairan's beard and eyebrows stood on end. "You…"

He really couldn't find any rule that Lin Moyu had violated.

Bai Yiyuan continued, "I have long been dissatisfied with these quests. How many promising talents over the years have been stuck just because they weren't good at socializing and couldn't find a party?"

"Don't tell me you aren't aware of these things."

"I actually think Little Lin did a great thing."

"The academy's system really needs to be changed."

Ning Tairan was so angry he could barely function, his head practically steaming.

Meng Anwen sipped his tea and said slowly, "The academy's system is too outdated. A system set hundreds of years ago really is due for reform."

Ning Tairan drank three large cups of tea but couldn't suppress his anger; he stood up in a huff. "You two are in cahoots."

Bai Yiyuan chuckled. "You're so old, yet your temper is still like this. Anyway, I've told you: if you dare to touch Lin Moyu, I will dismantle the Dungeon Hall."

Ning Tairan's mouth twitched; he knew this guy Bai Yiyuan was capable of doing exactly that.

If he hadn't known that Lin Moyu was someone Bai Yiyuan wanted to cultivate, he would have appeared to stop him long ago.

Ning Tairan left in a huff.

Meng Anwen chuckled. "Old Man Ning's temper will never change."

Bai Yiyuan didn't care. "A leopard can't change its spots, after all. This old man—there's only one person in the world who can handle him."

Meng Anwen naturally knew who Bai Yiyuan was talking about and couldn't help but show a knowing smile.

Chapter 101: Standing Still and Letting You Attack, If I Get Injured, I Lose

This was the eighth time entering the Tyrant Desert Dungeon.

This time, Lin Moyu finally got his wish and encountered a desert fruit.

A hint of joy appeared on his calm expression.

With the desert fruit, his two skills could be leveled to the maximum.

If it was truly as he thought, after the skills reached maximum level, they could improve with his level.

At this moment, he was only 1% experience away from leveling up. If he waited until he was level 22 to cultivate the skills, he would have to cultivate an extra level.

"A desert fruit!"

"It's a divine item for cultivating skills."

"Haha, I didn't expect us to actually encounter one."

Someone laughed loudly and ran up to pick the desert fruit.

A skeleton suddenly appeared and blocked his path.

Lin Moyu's expression was serious. "We had an agreement beforehand: the desert fruit belongs to me. Once I've finished cultivating my skills, the rest will belong to you."

They had indeed said that before entering the Dungeon.

Someone was unconvinced. "There are so many desert fruits; why should they all be yours?"

Lin Moyu looked at him with cold eyes. "Say one more word, and I'll kick you out."

He was the party leader and had the right to kick people out.

Here, if one was kicked from the party, they would automatically leave the Dungeon.

Then the quest would fail.

That person immediately went silent, not daring to say another word.

But from his eyes, one could still see his dissatisfaction.

It wasn't just him; there were several others.

Lin Moyu didn't need to pay attention to their thoughts; the Skeleton Warriors and Skeleton Mages had already guarded every cactus.

No one was to think about snatching his desert fruit.

Looking at the skeleton army, these people all shut their mouths.

As for what they would say after leaving the Dungeon, Lin Moyu cared even less.

"Why has the wind started?"

"This wind is a bit strange; it's a bit cold."

"It's Lin Moyu's skill."

Lin Moyu began to use his skill.

Bone Armor appeared repeatedly on his body.

Each time it appeared, a cold wind would blow out of thin air.

As they accumulated, the surrounding temperature actually began to drop.

A chill assailed them.

Level 1 Bone Armor only consumed 10 points of Mental Strength.

It was fast to cultivate.

After reaching level 2, the Mental Strength consumption also increased synchronously to 20 points.

Lin Moyu ate the desert fruit and repeatedly used Bone Armor, without needing to consider consumption at all.

The desert fruit was too miraculous.

That was why it was also known as a divine item for cultivating skills.

It was just a pity that it couldn't be picked and preserved.

And the chance of it appearing was too low.

Everyone watched as Lin Moyu ate one desert fruit after another, his skill constantly improving through repeated casting.

Everyone was envious.

But no one dared to move.

The skeleton army wasn't something to mess with, and furthermore, Lin Moyu was the leader.

If he kicked them out of the Dungeon directly, they would have nothing.

Jealousy appeared in the eyes of some, and some even carried hatred, as if Lin Moyu had snatched something of theirs.

Lin Moyu ignored them; if anyone wanted to snatch it, they were welcome to try.

Without needing to consider consumption, the cultivation speed of Bone Armor was very fast; in just half an hour, it was cultivated to level 21.

[Bone Armor (Level 21): Summon bones to form armor, providing defense equal to 2100 points of Constitution, lasting for 5 minutes. This skill can also be used on others.]

Level 21 Bone Armor could provide defense equal to 2100 points of Constitution.

Without talent enhancement, this skill was already extremely powerful.

A mage of the same level would only have around 300 points of Constitution in total.

Including equipment, at most 400 to 500 points of attributes.

Yet Bone Armor could provide 2100 points of defense.

It was even more powerful than a mage's shield, and furthermore, it could be cast on others.

If one added the 30x talent boost.

It was equivalent to defense equal to 63,000 points of Constitution.

Lin Moyu felt that even if he stood still and let the Tyrant hit him, the Tyrant wouldn't be able to break his defense.

Lin Moyu felt that even without skeletons, as long as he had enough Mental Strength, he could take the Tyrant on head-on.