Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 549 - 126: It’s the Tycoon’s Turn Now

"Can’t win a fight, so you run back and tattle to the teacher and call your parents, huh?"

"As if nobody else has parents!"

Seeing that long string of pompous titles being shouted by the other side, Li Mumu realized their intentions.

Playing with hair, chopping heads, and shaking up big shots... your skill set looks like it’s just been copied and pasted from mine; don’t tell me your real special move is the Kaleidoscope Sharingan!

"You do your thing, I do mine!"

Li Mumu also wanted to summon the Guiding Bodhisattva, but then she realized an embarrassing fact.

Theirs was voice-activated, just a shout would do the trick.

"My Holy Mother needs a finger to write a blood letter!"

And now, in her demonized state, not only was her soul separated from her body, but her fingers weren’t that flexible either.

"Time to change the graphics card... no, I should suggest the Holy Mother keeps up with the times."

Fortunately, since the last accident, to avoid the awkward situation of not being able to reach her in a crisis, the Holy Mother had left her with a trump card.

Those three life-saving hairs!

Li Mumu concentrated her thoughts and gave up resisting.

The Fleshly Great Serpent opened its eyes, exuding an eternal darkness and a chilling presence from the depths of the ocean, lunging towards Li Mumu’s soul.

At that instant, Li Mumu’s consciousness froze, like a monkey suppressed under the Five-Finger Mountain, completely unable to move.

It was then that a faint spark flickered within her Spirit Platform, igniting the three Incense of Belief hidden within her Divine Soul.

As the Incense Offerings burned, a gentle yet solemn gaze pierced through layers of barriers, casting itself in her direction.

"Holy Mother, save me!"

Li Mumu cried out loud for help.

However, to her surprise, the gaze only lingered for a moment before it was withdrawn.

"???"

"No, not like this, Holy Mother! Bodhisattva! Holy Mother! Mom!"

"Even if you can’t beat them, at least help me struggle a bit, what’s with just watching and leaving?"

At that moment, Li Mumu felt utterly hopeless.

"It’s over, neither my real mom nor my stepmom loves me anymore."

"This world is not beautiful at all."

But just then, she felt the Incense of Belief within her Divine Soul not only didn’t go out, it shifted in another direction.

"What’s going on? Did it go to call forwarding? Did they outsource the project?"

The next moment, a familiar yet strange presence quietly descended.

The ultimate, purest darkness, a devouring blackness, erupted violently from the void.

That moment, Li Mumu felt as if she heard countless hearts beating furiously, innumerable voices shouting together, myriad intense emotions twisting into a phantasmagorical spectrum, eventually converging into a riotous darkness.

"Birth, old age, sickness, death, prayers unanswered, meeting with those you resent, parting from those you love, the five aggregates blazing!"

She instinctively wanted to call out, but the name that was both familiar and unfamiliar wouldn’t come to her lips.

"Scho..."

The Fleshly Great Serpent seemed to sense the arrival of the unfamiliar presence, a presence that filled it with boundless rage... and fear.

Even though the power of the newcomer hadn’t yet fully appeared, it coiled its massive body tightly, raising its head toward the void and letting out a silent roar.

The next moment, its newly born eyes suddenly burst open as if they had been forcefully torn apart by invisible claws.

Immediately afterward, another invisible claw stabbed into its massive body, gripping the bones tightly and flicking it to the side with a slight toss.

Just like ice cream flying out of a brittle waffle cone, the flesh that had clung to the bones and formed the snake’s body was flung away, splattering against the nearby wall and turning into a literal paste of meat.

Kinnara of Transformation, hundreds of solemn treasure likenesses, Golden Body, head adorned with a Ruyi Pearl, sounds of grief and struggle, each day devouring one Dragon King and five hundred Naga.

In the blink of an eye, the fleshly great serpent had no power to resist. It was grabbed, flung about, and reverted back to the form of the White Bone Giant Rock Snake, looking utterly pitiful.

The will of the Ancient Gods that had been summoned, residing within the serpent, erupted in an angry roar.

"Master of Ten Thousand Transformations!"

"Annoying."

A crisp voice rang in Li Mumu’s ears, just two words, yet it completely overwhelmed the Ancient God’s frenzied roar, and even suppressed the entire space.

A slender hand with black nail polish extended from the void, its fingers claw-shaped, lightly grasping and crushing the serpent’s skeletal remains into dust. Then, with a twist of the wrist, a gentle slash was made behind the great snake, and five sharp claw marks chased after the direction of the fleeing Ancient God’s will.

A wail of agony echoed from the emptiness.

Principal!!!

Li Mumu almost screamed aloud.

If the familiar yet foreign aura she had just perceived hadn’t completely convinced her, then witnessing this familiar technique now left no doubt about the origin of the hand before her.

This is the Women’s Self-Defense Technique taught at our school!

Principal! I’m Li Mumu, a graduate of the 44th class!

Of course, this principal wasn’t Principal Zhou from Qinghe Middle School.

It was the principal of the Daylily Academy, where Li Mumu had studied before her transmigration.

The principal’s name had faded into the annals of history, unknown to anyone.

Even Li Mumu had never seen a statue or photograph of the principal, let alone detailed records of her life.

She had only come across a nickname for the first principal while flipping through the school’s history records.

— Black Dragon Princess!

But she was certain that this person had truly existed.

Because the principal had appeared in history textbooks.

In the modern history materials she studied during her senior year of high school, there was just a brief sentence.

During the rebellions in Southeast Asia in the nineties, the Black Dragon Princess obliterated a nation with a single arrow.

In her memory, the principal was a figure from the end of the last century, whereas the era she had transmigrated to appeared to be in the early years of that century.

So the principal had existed even at that time?

In this moment, Li Mumu was filled with a rush of emotions and wished she could just break down in tears.

I’ve finally found the organization!

Principal! I want to lodge a complaint! After you left, the teachers at the school all acted like lunatics, and the senior students bullied us every day... The most important thing is, I’ve been bullied so badly since coming here! I died, then lived, then died again!

You have to stand up for me!

Who could understand her complex emotions of a Disciple of a Reputable Sect returning from a dungeon run to find that the entire Sect had been annihilated, leaving her alone in the mundane world for half a lifetime, and then one day, she accidentally falls off a cliff only to discover the old Sect Master’s retreat?

Anyway, the principal certainly wouldn’t understand.

She, from this era, had no idea who Li Mumu was and simply dealt with the Fleshly Great Serpent before turning to discover the girl making Incense Offerings, looking at her with tearful eyes.

Without even a moment of confusion, she merely pushed Li Mumu’s soul back into her body and then gracefully left, without showing the slightest reaction to the loud cries for the principal from Li Mumu.