Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 392: Purification Potion

Outside the library, Lin Moyu encountered Shu Han. She was as elegant as ever, dressed in a long dress. From a distance, she waved at him.

Lin Moyu approached, “Senior Shu, do you need something?”

Shu Han smiled radiantly, “What, can’t I look for you without a reason?”

“Of course not.” He replied softly.

“Take a walk with me.”

Without waiting for a response, Shu Han turned toward the nearby garden. Lin Moyu followed in silence.

As they strolled, she said, “I heard about your recent ordeal. The Putrid Corpse Land must have been dangerous.”

Lin Moyu was surprised. Few knew he had been trapped there. Even within the royal family, only those of high status were aware. This was even more true for outsiders.

How had Shu Han found out?

Sensing his curiosity, she said, “It doesn’t matter how I know. What matters is that I do. The Chuangshi Institute’s ancestral land is about to open. You’re going, right?”

Lin Moyu nodded.

Shu Han took out a small bottle and handed it to him. The liquid inside was crystal clear, shimmering faintly under the sunlight.

“This is a Purification Potion.” She explained, “It will cleanse any chaotic auras from your body.”

Only then did Lin Moyu realize that Shu Han had deliberately sought him out to give him the potion after learning he would be heading to the Chuangshi Institute’s ancestral land.

She must have known something about the place—perhaps she had even been there before.

“Thank you.” Lin Moyu accepted the potion without hesitation and stored it away.

Shu Han waved off his gratitude, “No need to thank me. It’s not worth much.”

That couldn’t be true. A potion with such miraculous effects had to be valuable. But Lin Moyu didn’t argue; neither of them paid much attention to such details.

After a brief pause, he took out a few crystals and handed them to her, “These are Elemental Crystals I recently obtained. You might find them useful.”

A look of pleasant surprise flashed across Shu Han’s face, “I’ve made a profit again.”

Her smile was radiant, carrying an air of elegance.

Lin Moyu smiled faintly, “It’s not a trade.”

“Of course not!” Shu Han accepted the Elemental Crystals without hesitation.

They interacted like old friends, unconcerned with things like gains and losses.

Being around Shu Han was comforting. She always spoke at the right moments, her words thoughtful and considerate. Her voice was gentle, pleasant to the ear.

Despite knowing Lin Moyu had been to the Putrid Corpse Land, she didn’t pry for details.

Likewise, Lin Moyu suspected her family background was extraordinary but never asked about it.

Their relationship was simple and unremarkable, yet felt natural and harmonious.

Two days later, a brilliant beam of white light erupted from the island where the Chuangshi Institute stood, piercing straight into the sky. Brighter than the sun, the light was visible even in broad daylight.

The island seemed to awaken, sending powerful ripples of energy outward, churning the sea into towering waves. Amid the surging tides, deep rumblings echoed across the waters.

At that moment, the Chuangshi Institute’s teleportation formation activated, glowing intensely as groups of people arrived.

Though only 30 slots were available, more than 30 people had gathered—many accompanied by their family’s elders.

This rare event had drawn the powerful figures of various prestigious families, turning the gathering into both a competition for the young and a social occasion for the old. While the younger generation ventured into the ancestral land, the elders would remain outside, sipping tea and reminiscing about the past.

The night before, Lin Moyu had returned to the Chuangshi Institute, meditating in a secluded place.

He had already consumed the Purification Potion Shu Han had given him. His aura was now pristine—purer than if he had bathed a hundred times. But this wasn’t mere cleanliness; it was a fundamental purification, making him immune to external auras.

According to the potion’s effects, this state would last for ten days—enough time to navigate the ancestral land’s trials.

As the white light pierced the sky, Lin Moyu opened his eyes and gazed into the distance.

The beam connected heaven and earth, as if trying to tear through the sky itself.

A powerful aura spread across the island, carried by the surge of light. It felt ancient and vast yet brimming with life force.

Curiosity stirred within Lin Moyu. The Chuangshi Institute’s ancestral land held many mysteries. He had read about its origins in the royal family's secret vault—records revealing that the ancestral land predated the institute itself.

In truth, the Chuangshi Institute had been built atop it.

Long ago, the Chuangshi Institute was the strongest among the three top institutes of Xiajing Academy.

As the light gradually faded, the institute grew livelier. More figures emerged from the teleportation formation, their arrivals adding to the growing anticipation.

Sensing it was nearly time, Lin Moyu stood and made his way to the designated gathering point.

When the ancestral land opened, the Chuangshi Institute was allocated 10 slots.

Though it seemed generous, 10 slots were far from enough for an institute with hundreds of students, all eager for the opportunity.

To determine the final candidates, the institute held rigorous assessments, selecting participants based on mission performance and other criteria.

This year, with Lin Moyu securing a slot, only nine remained up for grabs. Some students had complaints, but protesting was pointless.

Given Lin Moyu’s status and achievements, if he couldn’t claim a spot, then who in the entire institute could?

The Chuangshi Institute’s team had already assembled.

Nine students stood side by side, their auras surging with power.

At the front stood Mo Xinghe, his presence commanding respect. As a God-level powerhouse, his sheer strength was undeniable.

The nine students gazed at him with admiration and envy. After all, reaching the God-level was the mark of a true prodigy.

When Lin Moyu arrived, murmurs rippled through the crowd.

“It’s Godly General Lin.”

“He finally showed up. I thought he’d forgotten.”

“Forgotten? He joined the institute just for this slot.”

“There were so few slots to begin with, and now he’s taken one.”

The students spoke in hushed tones among themselves, many harboring resentment toward Lin Moyu.

It was inevitable—Lin Moyu’s presence directly threatened their interests.

“Quiet!” Mo Xinghe commanded.

At once, the nine students fell silent. His authority was absolute, and no one dared to challenge him.

At that moment, Lin Moyu appeared completely different in Mo Xinghe’s eyes.

His entire being was crystal clear, his aura pure and flawless—so much so that it was almost otherworldly. Compared to the other students, the difference was like heaven and earth.

Even Mo Xinghe himself could hardly attain such purity.

Lin Moyu stepped forward, “Dean, I have arrived.”

Mo Xinghe smiled, “Godly General Lin…”

Lin Moyu shook his head, “Today, you are the dean, and I am your student. Just call me Lin Moyu.”

Understanding his intent, Mo Xinghe nodded, “Then, Student Lin Moyu, please join the others. Once everyone is here, I will open the ancestral land.”

“Understood.”

Lin Moyu walked over to Ling Yizhan and greeted him, “Hello, Senior Ling.”

Ling Yizhan felt flattered, “Hello, Godly General Lin.”

Lin Moyu smiled, “Senior Ling, we’re fellow students—no need for such formality. See? I’m not even wearing my military badge.”

Lin Moyu’s shoulder was indeed bare—his military badge absent. It was a quiet statement that he sought no special treatment.

Ling Yizhan chuckled, “Alright then, Godly General... no, Junior Lin. How are your preparations?”

Lin Moyu replied calmly, “There’s no need. I’ll just go with the flow.”

Ling Yizhan nodded, “With your strength, that’s understandable.”

Most knew Lin Moyu was powerful, but only a few, including Ling Yizhan, truly understood the extent of his strength.

He wasn’t just invincible among his peers—Ling Yizhan doubted anyone below level 70 could stand against him.

Even those above level 70 might not necessarily be his match.

After all, Lin Moyu had once defeated a Dragonkind Battle General, whose strength was undeniably at level 70.

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More students arrived, some led by instructors from the institutes.

Among them were seasoned veterans—level 80-plus peak-level class users, exuding overwhelming auras of power.

From a distance, Lin Moyu spotted Ning Tairan. He hadn’t expected the man to come in person.

Beside him stood Ning Yiyi.

The moment she saw Lin Moyu, Ning Yiyi’s face lit up with a radiant smile—warm, pure, and dazzling. She was both beautiful and adorable, her charm irresistible. Like a blooming flower, her smile drew countless eyes.

Many young men from prestigious families were instantly captivated, unable to look away.

Mo Xinghe moved to greet Ning Tairan, while Ning Yiyi, unable to contain herself, dashed toward Lin Moyu like a butterfly, straight into his arms.