Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 561: Do You Think You’re Godly General Lin?

Lin Moyu’s calm indifference only seemed to irritate the man further.

His expression darkened, and he was about to speak when his companion quickly pulled him back.

The companion shook his head and dragged him away.

Lin Moyu ignored them. After taking in the mountain scenery for a while, he continued his ascent.

The man who’d been stopped still looked annoyed, “Zheng Guang, why’d you stop me?”

Zheng Guang sighed, “I wasn’t stopping you, I was saving you.”

The man frowned, “Saving me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Zheng Guang’s face turned serious, “Yuan Kai, you’re a level 65 Great Mage. Did you burn through all your brain cells grinding your skills?”

Yuan Kai’s snapped angrily, “What the hell are you talking about?”

Zheng Guang gave him a look that said he was hopeless, “Think about it. That kid’s so young, yet he’s already made it this far. How strong do you think he must be?”

“Even if he’s not as strong as you now, what about in the future?”

Yuan Kai froze. He had to admit, Zheng Guang had a point.

He’d only noticed the young man’s age and arrogance, not what that implied.

Zheng Guang patted him on the shoulder, “Figure it out. Once you do, catch up.”

With that, he continued upward.

Before long, Zheng Guang spotted Lin Moyu ahead and hurried to catch up, “Brother, my teammate said some rude things earlier. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Lin Moyu glanced at him, his tone calm, “It’s fine.”

He really didn’t care. If he couldn’t overlook something so trivial, he wouldn’t be Lin Moyu.

Zheng Guang shifted topics, trying to build rapport, “Brother, are you also heading to the Kunlun Divine Palace?”

He meant the middle stage dungeon at the waist of the mountain.

Lin Moyu nodded.

Zheng Guang continued, “It’s tough for single class users to find a party. We’re from the Shanhai Guild—got a steady dungeon party. We may not get top-tier results, but carrying someone through isn’t a problem.”

“If you ever need help, look for me. I’m Zheng Guang, level 66 Archer, Second Squad of the Shanhai Guild’s Kunlun Divine Palace Division.”

“Alright.” Lin Moyu replied simply.

Zheng Guang chatted a bit more before taking his leave.

Lin Moyu could tell Zheng Guang was sharp, someone who knew how to read people and avoid unnecessary conflict.

From their brief conversation, Lin Moyu also gauged that the Shanhai Guild wasn’t particularly strong, certainly not on par with the Jialan Guild.

If they were, they wouldn’t have admitted to never achieving top-tier results.

Still, they weren’t weak either. You needed some strength to offer dungeon carries.

And, of course, such help always came at a price.

In a 24-man dungeon, every position mattered.

If a party could spare one or two slots for tagalongs, it meant they were already exceptionally strong.

Paid carries were common practice, especially in high-level dungeons.

Strong parties often took on clients for a hefty fee: the party earned money, and the client gained EXP.

Sometimes, clients even purchased the loot drops outright.

Lin Moyu chuckled and shook his head. Clearly, Zheng Guang had mistaken him for one of those clients.

In the final 1,000 meters of ascent, the snowfall began to ease; in the last 500 meters, it vanished completely.

The scenery was breathtaking. Lin Moyu walked instead of flying, savoring the crisp chill that seeped into his feet, a rare, refreshing sensation.

He wore only a short-sleeved shirt, moving lightly through the cold. It drew attention.

Even the soul pressure in this area seemed to have no effect on him; his relaxed stride made him appear all the more mysterious.

“What’s he pretending for? No way the pressure isn’t affecting him.”

Not far away, the Shanhai Guild party was also ascending.

Zheng Guang and Yuan Kai had rejoined their party.

Seeing Lin Moyu’s calm demeanor, Yuan Kai’s disdain only deepened.

They were now just 300–400 meters from the dungeon entrance, where the swirling vortex was clearly visible.

The soul pressure here was overwhelming, and Yuan Kai was struggling now.

Yet Lin Moyu showed no strain at all, still admiring the view as if on a casual stroll.

Zheng Guang shot Yuan Kai a warning look, “Enough. Don’t talk.”

At the front, a heavily armored man with sharp eyes glanced at Lin Moyu and murmured, “That man is no ordinary class user.”

Yuan Kai scoffed, “Party Leader, aren’t you giving him too much credit?”

The party leader shook his head silently and pressed on.

Yuan Kai persisted, “What, are we afraid of him now?”

“It’s not about fear.” The party leader said quietly.

He didn’t elaborate, but like Zheng Guang, he had already recognized Lin Moyu’s extraordinary nature.

The Shanhai Guild wasn’t weak. But it wasn’t particularly strong, either.

At best, they stood on par with the Dynasty Guild, but far from the level of the Jialan Guild.

Guilds like theirs survived by a simple rule: make more friends, and fewer enemies.

In the final few hundred meters before the dungeon, the weather was calm and clear.

There was no drifting snow here; the ground was neat and spotless.

Though the oppressive spirit pressure remained, but it served to temper one’s soul.

Over the years, countless people had come to this place, and it had long since become a base camp for every faction.

Guilds and academies maintained their own camps, and even the military occupied a sizable area.

The Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon was, in fact, one of the military’s primary training grounds.

Lin Moyu walked straight toward the dungeon entrance.

Following Meng Anwen’s suggestion, before coming here, he had first visited Bai Yiyuan.

With Bai Yiyuan’s help, and a bit of shameless pleading, he managed to borrow several Advanced Cooldown Talismans.

Including his original four, he now carried ten in total, enough to clear the dungeon 500 times.

Even at his pace, that would last him quite a while, plenty of time to gain several levels.

“Brother Lin!” A hearty voice called out.

Lin Moyu turned to see Jialan Jifeng approaching.

He hadn’t seen Jialan Jifeng at the foot of the mountain earlier, so clearly, the man had already completed his trial and arrived ahead.

Reaching this place at level 60 was no small feat.

Jialan Jifeng jogged over with a grin, “Brother Lin, what brings you here?”

“I’m here for some dungeon grinding.” Lin Moyu replied.

Jialan Jifeng laughed, “What a coincidence. We’re doing the same. There’s still one open spot in our party—join us.”

“And don’t worry, I’m not asking you to pay. It’s free.”

Lin Moyu smiled, “Thanks, but I’m soloing.”

Jialan Jifeng blinked in surprise, “Brother Lin, did I hear that right? You’re going solo?”

Lin Moyu nodded calmly, “Mm. You heard right.”

“Hahaha!” A sharp, mocking laugh rang out nearby.

Yuan Kai, who had overheard their exchange, burst into laughter.

“That’s rich. You actually said you’re going to solo the dungeon?”

Lin Moyu turned to him, “Do you have a problem?”

Still laughing, Yuan Kai clutched his stomach, “No, no, just heard something hilarious, that’s all.”

“Boasting’s fine, Kid, but there are limits. Maybe you’re talented, maybe you level up fast, but you think you can solo the Kunlun Divine Palace dungeon? Who do you think you are—Godly General Lin?”

“Shut up!” Jialan Jifeng’s voice cracked like thunder, silencing Yuan Kai’s laughter instantly.

Yuan Kai shot him a glare, “Who the hell do you think you are?”

Before he could say more, a large hand reached from behind, clamped around his neck, and lifted him like a chicken.

It was his own party leader. Bowing hurriedly, the man said, “Young Master Jialan Jifeng, this fool was blind. I apologize on his behalf.”

Jialan Jifeng waved a hand dismissively, “Forget it. Just make sure he learns his place next time. I won’t be so lenient again.”

Several members of the Jialan Guild had already stood, their expressions cold and dangerous.

After a flurry of apologies, the party leader dragged Yuan Kai away.

Lin Moyu didn’t spare them another glance. He was not one to waste thought on clowns.

If something truly bothered him, he would deal with it swiftly and decisively—with a blade, not words.

Verbal sparring was meaningless. Even if you won, your opponent didn’t lose a single piece of flesh.

Jialan Jifeng turned back to him, “Brother Lin, you really plan to solo it?”

Lin Moyu nodded, “Yes.”

Beads of sweat formed on Jialan Jifeng’s forehead, “Is… is your name Lin Moyu?”

Lin Moyu chuckled, “It is.”

Jialan Jifeng straightened immediately, ready to salute, when a voice called out from nearby.

“Lin Moyu, you’re here too?”