Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1273 - 48: We’re All Improving Rapidly (2)
This conversation between Chen Tianjun and Zhou Tianjun reflects the consensus they reached after resolving the origin incident of annihilation.
The initial estimate was three to five years.
But after the chaos caused by annihilation and Jormangand, the timeframe has been shortened to one to two years.
Li Mumu doesn’t think she has the ability to advance again within a year.
So now, she can only try her best to harness every power she can at her disposal.
With her mind made up, Li Mumu opened her eyes.
Her eyes revealed triple pupils, and an ancient-looking nine-tassel crown appeared on her head, binding her three thousand silver strands from drifting with the wind.
The bright red cloak on her body transformed into a red ceremonial robe, re-draping her, instantly exuding boundless authority.
I am—Chu Jiang!
The second King Chu Jiang among the ten Yama Kings of the legendary Underworld, ruling over the Cold Ice Hell!
With the emergence of her Divine Name, nature’s spiritual energy surged and converged into three Yin Talismans before her.
The first talisman is named Hell, with West Spring Mountain as Chu Jiang’s cultivation ground; it has now been promoted to Cold Ice Hell with the Mountain God’s seal.
With this Yin Talisman, she can summon hell to descend upon the Mortal World.
The second talisman is named Judgment. As the ten Yama Kings govern the Underworld, they possess the divine authority to judge the sins of the deceased and send them to hell for punishment or rebirth.
With this Yin Talisman, she can launch judgment against her enemies.
The third talisman is named Causality, which is the path Li Mumu herself chose.
These three Yin Talismans correspond to the three Divine Skills of the "Earth Immortal."
Namely, "Divine Domain," "Clergy," and "Divine Power."
She was originally an Underworld Mountain God, now further advancing, usurping the Divine Seat of King Chu Jiang with her demon body. Through these three Yin Talismans, she can manage the Divine Domain and execute clerical duties.
Normally, she’d surely face divine retribution for this.
But right now, there’s no one in Heaven, and the Underworld is empty. Everyone’s too happy to have someone paid for the job to care.
The manifestation of "King Chu Jiang" threw the entire East Sea into an unprecedented terrifying storm, even impacting coastal ports.
The fleet had to remain docked for three extra days, waiting for the rain and winds to cease before setting sail.
Within these three days, Wei Liuyun successfully cultivated the third Dharma Gate—Chess Herald.
Becoming the sole super genius in the Northern Fleet to cultivate the Garrison Soldiers, Advisor, and Chess Herald of the Righteous Path simultaneously.
This terrifying competitiveness astonished Wang Yunxiao.
How the hell did you do it? Aren’t you worried about a mental breakdown?
I don’t get it.
Just goes to show, sometimes the differences between people are greater than between people and dogs.
Meanwhile, Wang Yunxiao’s cultivation is still stuck halfway to the Yulin Forbidden Army, appearing only a step away yet infinitely distant.
The difficulty of cultivating the Dharma Sect of the Righteous Path increases exponentially.
Ninety-nine percent of Garrison Soldiers are stuck at the Rampaging Colonel level; only one in ten thousand has the talent and capability to advance to the Yulin Forbidden Army.
In such a situation, most people wouldn’t force advancement but switch to another Dharma Gate instead.
But even his Heretical Path of Garrison Soldiers is stuck.
He just advanced to Blood Slaughter in the first half of the year, and going further reaches the highest state of Garrison Soldiers’ Heretical Path—Military Marquis.
The name alone tells you that without legendary battle records, advancement is impossible.
Fortunately, the progress of his third Dharma Gate, Scholar-Heretical Path, is still steadily climbing and has now reached the end.
This expedition awarded Wang Yunxiao another medal, but it doesn’t matter to him. Compared to the last daring trip to Avalon, which brought back the Heavenly Armor, this time he merely assisted Wei Liuyun in completing some trivial tasks.
Slaying Jormangand had nothing to do with him; in a way, when he encountered Jormangand, it was already a corpse, and he merely performed the final autopsy.
The Naval Academy students weren’t all able to regroup; thirty-five students from first to fourth year are missing or unaccounted for.
This is a grievous loss; the value of these top students is incalculable, worth their weight in gold, perhaps.
But this is the sacrifice that must be made.
The duty of a soldier is to protect the nation.
Falling on the battlefield is the highest honor for a soldier.
Wang Yunxiao couldn’t do much, just silently wished they crossed to the Otherworld safely and restarted their lives.
School days are always long yet short—long when studying, short when putting down the books.
During this special operation, although Wang Yunxiao temporarily filled the advisor position, he didn’t actually perform any of the advisor’s work, completely clueless about the professional terms and data on the charts.
Back at school, as he finally delved into specialized courses combined with his combat experience, he realized the depth of the knowledge involved.
The complexity of manning a warship rivals the cultivation of Immortal Law.
A novel protagonist might get hacks from the author, instantly mastering a Secret Manual. In reality, operating a warship and firing ship cannons on the vast sea requires an extremely solid foundation in mathematics.
And math is just something you either know or you don’t, regardless of how hard you try.
Suddenly, it was November. Diligent in studies and not fooling around, the past two months flew by.
By the time Wang Yunxiao returned to his senses, the semester was already at its end.
Returning to his allocated quarters, the room was still spotless, cleaned daily by Nie Xiaoyun.
She looked even more radiant and beautiful after not seeing her for months.
Of course, it could also be that he spent too much time confined within the academy.
There’s an old saying: after three years in the army, even a sow looks like a beauty.
Especially when the girl is this pretty.
"Good day, Sir! You must be exhausted from studying!"
Nie Xiaoyun said energetically, greeting him before grabbing Wang Yunxiao’s luggage and sorting out the clothes for washing.
Wang Yunxiao hurriedly stopped her: "I’ve already washed them myself at school!"
Then he was met with a glare from Nie Xiaoyun.
"You men, washing clothes just means soaking them until stinky, then rubbing some soap and rinsing, right?"
Right, or what?
They’re just clothes, not my father; why need more attention?
Wang Yunxiao felt helpless.
Nie Xiaoyun rummaged through and picked out two shirts: "These aren’t yours, right?"
What kind of vision do you have?
Wang Yunxiao was shocked.
"Probably swapped by someone?"
Nie Xiaoyun chuckled, "The clothes I prepared for you have little stitched marks on them." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Why did you stitch that kind of thing!
Wang Yunxiao coughed and said, "Maybe a classmate took the wrong ones. I’ll look for them next semester."
"No way, I’ll get you new ones. Leave these little life matters to me."
Nie Xiaoyun took the clothes into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and began washing them anew.
"Is sis coming back soon?"
"Yes, her break has started too."
"Is she staying here?"
"She’s definitely not staying here."
They’re just engaged, not married yet.
"There used to be a girl named Xiaoyu from Nantong..."
Nie Xiaoyun poked her head out of the bathroom, giving Wang Yunxiao a meaningful look: "I heard she’s looking for a young officer with the surname Wang."
"I don’t know her."
Wang Yunxiao replied without a change in expression: "There are a lot of people with the surname Wang."
Nie Xiaoyun nodded and said, "Got it," then added, "There’s also mail for you inside the drawer from Nantong Sub-Bureau, take a look."
Wang Yunxiao walked to the bed and opened the drawer.
The first letter was indeed from the Nantong Sub-Bureau.
It read, in scrawled handwriting, "For Junior Martial Uncle’s eyes only..."
He Lan’s handwriting is so bad, this uneducated girl’s writing skills are really...
The second letter was more proper, from Shen Qingxi.
