Regardless of the profession, apart from skill cooldowns, the most troublesome aspect of cultivating skills is the issue of mental power consumption.

Even for an assassin-type profession like Zuo Mei, every skill consumes a small amount of mental power.

If used too many times, mental power will be completely exhausted.

It is very difficult to cultivate a skill to perfection.

That is why places like skill cultivation rooms exist.

But now, with the desert fruit, one can completely ignore mental power consumption and cultivate skills to their heart's content to raise skill levels.

"You all stay here and cultivate your skills; I will go inside and clear out the monsters."

With a thought, the Skeleton Warriors had already run into the Ant Cave and started pulling monsters.

Lin Moyu followed right after.

The three of them stayed behind and began consuming the desert fruit to cultivate their skills.

Soon, muffled rumbling sounds echoed from the cave.

The three people's experience points shot up like a rocket, soaring rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, all three of them had leveled up by more than half a level.

Feng Xiu couldn't help but sigh, "If only leveling up could always be like this in the future."

Zuo Mei rolled her eyes at him, "What is the use of levels gained this way? You have zero actual combat ability, like flowers in a greenhouse."

Xia Xue smiled, "Although leveling up like this is easy, we still need actual combat. Only by accumulating experience in real combat can we become stronger and stronger."

"Otherwise, having levels without combat ability is truly useless."

Zuo Mei replied, "Exactly. Among the strong throughout history, who didn't reach the peak by stepping on the corpses of Abyssal Demons?"

Feng Xiu looked aggrieved, "I was just saying it casually; why are you taking it so seriously?"

Zuo Mei snorted and continued cultivating her skills.

Opportunities are rare, and the desert fruit cannot be taken away. If they don't seize the time to cultivate now, they might not have another chance in the future.

Feng Xiu stopped talking. Coming from a military family, how could he not understand the importance of actual combat?

It was just that looking at the rapidly rising experience, he was a bit too excited.

One hour later, Lin Moyu walked out of the Ant Cave.

The ants in the Ant Cave had not been wiped out yet.

At most, only half had been blown up.

Lin Moyu used Corpse Explosion recklessly, blowing things up even when there were no monsters.

He exhausted his mental power completely.

He came back, ate two desert fruits, and returned to the cave.

With the desert fruit and the huge number of ants, it was a pretty good choice for cultivating Corpse Explosion.

It was just a bit troublesome to go back and forth.

Before long, waves of rumbling sounds came from the Ant Cave again.

One hour later, Lin Moyu returned again.

He picked three more desert fruits, stuffed them into his mouth, and then continued back into the Ant Cave.

…

Finally, there were no monsters left in the Ant Cave; he had blown up everything he could.

He released the Skeleton Mages, and they all rushed into the Ant Queen's room.

290 skeletons completely overwhelmed the Ant Queen.

Lin Moyu couldn't even be bothered to watch the process; the result was already predetermined.

Sure enough, after a while, he received the notification that the Ant Queen had been killed.

Returning to the front of the Ant Cave, he replenished his mental power with the desert fruit.

At this time, the three of them were still desperately cultivating their skills.

Three hours passed, and most of the desert fruit had been consumed.

Lin Moyu was not in a hurry; he just sat on the side to rest and waited for them.

The three of them cultivated for a full five hours and finally consumed all the desert fruit.

The party set off and pushed forward again.

Passing the Ant Cave, they entered the true territory of the Lion Tribe.

Not long after, the Lion Tribe Tyrant fell under the feet of the Skeleton Warriors once again.

"Dungeon quest completed!"

Lin Moyu stretched and yawned.

Clearing this Dungeon was too easy for him.

He didn't even need to give many commands; relying on the Skeleton Warriors and Skeleton Mages was enough to sweep through the entire Dungeon.

"Is it over already?"

"Is this the world-class BOSS in the Dungeon?"

"It doesn't look that strong!"

The three of them looked at the Tyrant's corpse, still unable to believe it…

They had already received the prompt that the quest was completed.

Among the academy's Dungeon quests, the hardest one was solved just like that.

That was a large-scale Dungeon that had stuck many students, and it was solved just like that?

The quest completion notification wouldn't lie; the quest was indeed completed.

Lin Moyu left the party, "I should go level up too; if you need anything, feel free to find me!"

Xia Xue reacted and said "Oh," "Go ahead and be busy, thank you."

"Old classmate, you're welcome." Lin Moyu smiled slightly and turned to enter the [Fire God Palace] Dungeon.

After Lin Moyu left, Xia Xue said softly, "He seems a bit different; he isn't as cold as before."

The Lin Moyu from before spoke even less, much less than now.

Feng Xiu said, "Remember that girl by Lin Moyu's side? Maybe this is the power of love."

Zuo Mei said coldly, "Love my foot. Let's go grind the Dungeon too."

Xia Xue giggled, "Whatever he changes into, he's still an old classmate anyway."

…

Lin Moyu started speed-running again.

Although the addictive feeling from yesterday was gone, it was still very satisfying.

This feeling was something only he could experience.

One run through, and it was exhilarating.

Leaving the Dungeon, he was just about to enter again.

"Junior Lin!"

A gentle and warm voice interrupted Lin Moyu's movements.

Shu Han stood gracefully before him and called out again, "Junior Lin."

Lin Moyu asked, "Senior, is something the matter?"

Lin Moyu had always had a good impression of Shu Han.

Whether it was explaining some information to him or selling him the magical fatigue potion.

Although it was all for a fee, it was more about the favor.

Shu Han said, "Junior Lin, while grinding the [Fire God Palace] Dungeon, did you obtain any elemental fragments?"

Elemental fragments… they should be fire crystal fragments.

Lin Moyu nodded, "Yes."

Shu Han looked a bit embarrassed and hesitated before speaking, "Junior Lin, if you have extra elemental fragments, could you sell one to me?"

"I know this might be difficult, as elemental fragments are very rare…"

Before she finished, Lin Moyu had already handed over a fire crystal fragment, "Is this it?"

After seeing it, Shu Han nodded repeatedly, "That's exactly it. Can you sell it to me?"

"No."

Lin Moyu refused decisively and put the fire crystal fragment away.

Shu Han looked disappointed.

Suddenly, red light flashed before her eyes, and an egg-sized gemstone appeared.

A complete fire crystal.

"It's a gift!" Lin Moyu said with a slight smile on his lips.

To him, this thing wasn't precious.

He could get one after five speed runs.

That was only three hours of work.

But for Shu Han, this thing was very precious, and its value was immeasurable.

Creation Academy and Yanhuang Academy, 12 people worked hard for more than 4 hours to get just one fragment.

And they fought so hard for it.

It takes five fragments to form one fire crystal.

"Ah!"

Shu Han covered her small mouth, her eyes wide.

Such a precious thing, he just gave it away like that?

Lin Moyu stuffed the fire crystal into her hand, "In the future, if you have fatigue potions, remember to sell me some."

Chapter 212: Becoming a Rich Person Without Realizing It

To Lin Moyu, the effect of the fatigue potion was far greater than the fire crystal.

Holding the fire crystal, looking at the empty Dungeon entrance.

Shu Han suddenly revealed a bright smile.

"This person is really interesting."

Lin Moyu started his speed run again.

He could level up after eight more runs.

This time, Lin Moyu intended to go all out and grind until he leveled up.

Running fast, his emotions gradually rising.

Lin Moyu liked this feeling of speed running.

If there were opportunities in other Dungeons in the future, he would do the same.

In the White God Courtyard, Meng Anwen was leaning on a lounge chair with his eyes closed, his posture unchanging for ten thousand years.

In his palm, the phantom of the Shenxia Tower was spinning around.

The entire small tower was glowing slightly.