Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 531: You Don’t Want To Mess With Any Of them

Mu Xianxian trailed behind Lin Moyu, head lowered like a child caught misbehaving.

She opened her mouth several times, wanting to explain, but the words wouldn't come.

No matter what she said, it felt like it wouldn’t be right.

Suddenly, Lin Moyu stopped. Mu Xianxian, distracted, bumped into him, her body pressing against his back.

Feeling the warmth from behind, Lin Moyu chuckled softly, “What are you thinking about so intently?”

Mu Xianxian blushed and shook her head, “Nothing.”

Lin Moyu asked, “After you were teleported that day, where did you end up?”

Mu Xianxian replied, “I think I went through two teleportations. When I woke up, I was already outside the core area.”

That one sentence told Lin Moyu everything.

The scale Antares had given him must have teleported her straight to Antares, who clearly didn’t want to deal with her and sent her off again.

Hence, she experienced two teleportations.

Lin Moyu smiled, “And then you went to find Jialan Yeyu. So… did you see your tombstone?”

Mu Xianxian nodded eagerly, “I did!”

“How did it feel?”

She tilted her head, “Weird… but kind of fun. Sister Yeyu’s handwriting was beautiful, and the place she chose was really nice.”

Looking at her pure, innocent expression, Lin Moyu couldn't help but smile.

Even though she was a few years older, Mu Xianxian always seemed like the younger one—a child in front of an adult.

“Let’s go.” Lin Moyu said, turning to walk ahead.

“Where to?” She asked.

“To find another place to eat. We got interrupted earlier.”

“Oh.”

…

Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted from the restaurant, and Shui Zhijun shot out like a cannonball.

He landed on the rooftop like a furious lion, scanning the area for Lin Moyu. But Lin Moyu was long gone.

The street bustled with people, and his dramatic outburst drew a crowd.

Frustrated and unable to find his target, Shui Zhijun turned his glare toward Xia Xue and the others, remembering they had been with Lin Moyu.

Feng Xiu asked coldly, “What are you staring at? Private fighting is banned in the fortress. You’re not thinking of starting something, are you?”

Shui Zhijun scoffed, “Let’s see if you’re still this bold outside the fortress.”

Feng Xiu laughed, “Xiaguang City’s Shui Family, huh? I’ll send word to my family. If anything happens to me, they’ll know exactly who to blame. Remember this—I’m Feng Xiu of the Sword God Feng Family, Fortress No. 8.”

Xia Xue chimed in sweetly, “And I’m from the Xiajing Xia Family. If anything happens to me, the Shui Family will answer for it.”

Zuo Mei said nothing, knowing she had to keep a low profile.

Shui Zhijun froze, taken aback. He couldn’t afford to offend either family.

Feng Xiu added coldly, “Think carefully before you speak again. If you walk away with your life today, count yourself lucky. Next time, no one will save you.”

Shui Zhijun trembled with fury, his chest heaving like bellows. His lungs felt ready to burst from rage.

It took him a while to calm down.

His eyes turned cold, brimming with killing intent, before he finally turned and left.

Xia Xue asked in a low voice, “Do you think he’s going after Dummy Lin?”

Zuo Mei snorted, “I hope he does. An idiot like that? Godly General Lin could squash him with one slap.”

They were in complete agreement. Given Lin Moyu’s strength, dealing with Shui Zhijun would be like swatting a fly.

With Lin Moyu’s status, if he truly wanted to deal with someone, the fortress's no-fighting rule wouldn’t matter in the slightest.

As a godly general, he enjoyed numerous privileges.

The Teleportation Stone in Lin Moyu’s hand crumbled into dust, transporting him to another place on the Dimensional Battlefield.

Suspended in midair with his Lightning Deathwings spread wide, Lin Moyu quickly spotted Mo Yun nearby, locked in combat with a Demon.

She had already reached level 50, a clear sign of her dedication.

Most others her age were still hovering around level 40, with many yet to complete their second class awakening.

But Mo Yun had pushed far beyond.

Such was the life of someone from a prestigious family: relentless training, constant pressure, and no room for rest.

Outsiders often assumed that prestige meant privilege—better gear, more resources, easier leveling.

What they failed to see was the blood, sweat, and tears behind that progress.

Ning Yiyi, for example, had endured brutal special training for months, surviving on little sleep and spending nearly every moment fighting.

Of course, not everyone from a prestigious family lived up to their potential. There were plenty of freeloaders too.

But Lin Moyu didn’t waste his time thinking about people like that.

Watching Mo Yun battle, he didn’t intervene.

This was her fight. She needed to finish it herself.

They were deep in the wilds, hundreds of kilometers from Fortress No. 4—prime territory for Demon Hunters.

With a sharp cry, Mo Yun’s Holy Spirit Unicorn unleashed a blast of holy light from its horn.

The beam pierced the Demon like an arrow, then exploded, reducing it to shreds.

Wiping sweat from her brow, Mo Yun flew over on her Unicorn, “You’re free now?”

Lin Moyu nodded, “Yeah. What do you need?”

“Help me clear a dungeon.” She said bluntly.

It didn’t match what Shu Han had mentioned, but Lin Moyu didn’t dwell on it, “Alright.”

Mo Yun looked at him curiously, “Aren’t you going to ask which dungeon? What difficulty? If it’s even clearable?”

Lin Moyu shook his head, “No need. If I can enter, I can clear it.”

Although it was a bold claim, but he could back it up.

No matter the size—small, large, or even super large—if he was able to step into the dungeon, Lin Moyu was confident he could clear it.

If even he couldn’t clear it, then no party of 40 or 60 would succeed either.

Side by side, they flew toward the dungeon.

“It’s called Holy Marsh Space.” Mo Yun explained, “A level 55 dungeon, accessible to class users between levels 50 and 60.”

“I need to clear it on hell rank difficulty. I didn’t want to team up with others, so I asked you.”

“No problem.” Lin Moyu replied, “Anything special about this dungeon?”

Mo Yun said, “At the deepest point lies the Holy Light Marsh. The holy light there has a major effect on my summon.”

“But the boss will absorb all the holy light at some point after the fight starts. If we want to claim it, we need to defeat the boss before it finishes absorbing.”

“I don’t know if even you can manage that.”

Lin Moyu thought for a moment. “I can’t promise, but I’ll do my best.”

“Thank you.” Mo Yun said softly.

“Don’t mention it. We’re friends—this is nothing.”

Lin Moyu didn’t have many friends. Mo Yun was one of the few. And for friends, he’d go as far as he could.

They flew on, covering several hundred kilometers.

By now, they had ventured deep into the Dimensional Battlefield, over a thousand kilometers from Fortress No. 4.

The land below was vast and pitch-black, steeped in the eerie stillness unique to the Dimensional Battlefield.

A dungeon entrance spun quietly on the ground.

In this lifeless place, its faint pulse of vitality stood out like a whisper in the dark.

From a distance, several parties could be seen locked in combat with Demons.

Mo Yun explained,“This area draws human class users because of the Holy Marsh Space.”

“The Demons know that too. They often ambush class users either here or along the way. So fighting is common.”

This region wasn’t human territory. Demons roamed freely here. All of them were level 50 or higher, and they traveled in large groups.

For Mo Yun to be active here alone was nothing short of bold.

They approached the dungeon. Near it, a party was effortlessly dispatching a group of Demons.

Suddenly, someone from that party flew toward them.

“Yun, you’re back!” The man called out.

Mo Yun’s brows drew together, “Ignore him. Let’s head into the dungeon.”

“Okay,” Lin Moyu replied quietly.

He glanced at the man approaching—a Summoner, about Mo Yun’s age, riding a striking Golden Eagle.

Whether by design or coincidence, the man had positioned himself directly in their path.

“Yun, we’ve been waiting a long time.” The man said, his voice affectionate.

Mo Yun’s face darkened, “Get out of the way.”

Her Holy Spirit Unicorn flared with light, then surged forward, charging with sudden force.