Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

In the White God Courtyard, Bai Yiyuan sat absentmindedly, sipping his tea. Despite being fine tea, it tasted bland.

"Old Meng, do you think Moyu will succeed?" Bai Yiyuan asked, no longer calling him Young Lin, but instead addressing him as Moyu.

Meng Anwen chuckled, "Why would the mighty White God worry about a thing like this?"

Bai Yiyuan sighed, "Moyu's murderous aura is overwhelming. If he had reached the third class awakening or surpassed level 60, I wouldn’t be so concerned. By then, he’d be fully capable of controlling it. But now..."

Meng Anwen replied, "Hasn't Old Kuang already intervened? With him around, what are you still worried about?"

Bai Yiyuan snorted, "He gained a disciple at a discount."

Meng Anwen laughed lightly, "You should focus on preparing for Moyu’s second class awakening. Once he returns, it’ll be time for him to level up."

Bai Yiyuan nodded, "I've made all the preparations. All that's left is for him to come back."

"The second class awakening is crucial—there can be no mistakes."

…

Meanwhile, in the Bloody Land, after successfully manipulating the first strand of murderous aura, Lin Moyu had remained still for ten days. His storage space held ample food, left by Ning Yiyi, enough to last half a year.

Gradually, Lin Moyu mastered the art of manipulating murderous aura, infusing strand after strand into the Domain Divine Stone, each containing his spirit mark. His speed increased, and the murderous aura flowed more easily into the stone.

The Domain Divine Stone seemed insatiable, devouring the murderous aura endlessly. Even after pouring in all his murderous aura, the stone was barely one-tenth full.

"Finally, I've infused all the murderous aura." Lin Moyu thought, his mind clearer than ever.

With this new experience, his willpower had grown stronger. With just a thought, the murderous aura within the Domain Divine Stone surged forth like a column of black smoke, rising into the sky. Standing amidst the towering murderous aura, Lin Moyu's gaze remained calm and focused.

This murderous aura was now entirely under his control and no longer posed a threat to him. Instead, it would become a weapon against his enemies. Those with weak willpower would be overwhelmed by its pressure, their strength and speed diminished and their willpower weakened, as if cursed.

With another thought, the murderous aura receded, returning to the Domain Divine Stone.

Lin Moyu exhaled deeply. For the first time in over 20 days, he felt truly relaxed.

Just then, footsteps approached—Yan Kuangsheng had returned.

"Teacher, you're back." Lin Moyu said respectfully, noticing an intense stench of blood in the air. It was far stronger than anything he had ever encountered, even more overwhelming than the massacre of an entire city.

The source of the smell was in Yan Kuangsheng’s hand: a piece of beast meat, no larger than his palm, yet it emitted a powerful, bloody scent.

Yan Kuangsheng glanced at Lin Moyu, eyes glimmering. He tossed the meat over, "Eat it." He then added, "Raw. Now."

Without hesitation, Lin Moyu began to eat the meat. Despite the overwhelming smell of blood, the meat had a surprisingly sweet taste and melted in his mouth. It was even more delicious than the Earth Evil Centipede meat.

Still, he couldn’t fathom why the piece of meat carried such a potent stench of blood.

Seeing Lin Moyu eat without hesitation, Yan Kuangsheng appeared satisfied, "Aren't you curious about what kind of meat this is?"

Lin Moyu shook his head. "You gave it to me, Teacher, so there's no need to ask."

Yan Kuangsheng chuckled, "Bai Yiyuan must have told you this place is called the Bloody Land."

Lin Moyu nodded.

"Do you know why it's called that?"

Lin Moyu shook his head. He had no idea.

Yan Kuangsheng explained, "The Bloody Land is an ancient, independent space. It's 100 kilometers wide and over 100,000 kilometers tall."

Lin Moyu was startled. He had assumed this was a small independent space, but 100,000 kilometers tall? That was far beyond his expectations.

Yan Kuangsheng looked up at the sky, "In this space, there exists a type of beast called the Bloodthirsty Python. The meat you just ate came from one such beast."

Lin Moyu suddenly noticed something strange: there were tears in the hem of Yan Kuangsheng's clothing, which had been intact when he left earlier. Additionally, there were blood stains on his clothing and blade.

"Teacher, were you injured?" Lin Moyu asked.

Yan Kuangsheng chuckled, "It's nothing. The Bloodthirsty Python is a god-level beast, and cutting off even a small piece of its flesh comes at a price."

Hearing this, Lin Moyu felt deeply moved. Despite having spoken to him less than ten times in total, Yan Kuangsheng had gone to battle a god-level beast for his sake.

Seeing Lin Moyu's reaction, Yan Kuangsheng waved his hand dismissively, "I've lived here for decades and fought that thing countless times. I'm used to it."

At that moment, Lin Moyu finished eating the meat. Yan Kuangsheng smiled lightly, "All done? Now get ready to enjoy it."

"Enjoy it?" Lin Moyu was confused.

The next moment, a massive power erupted inside his body, and an intense, stabbing pain surged through him. Lin Moyu groaned, trembling uncontrollably.

"It hurts... it hurts!" He muttered inwardly, feeling as though thousands of needles were piercing every inch of his body.

Blood oozed from his skin, and in an instant, Lin Moyu was covered in crimson. Though the pain was unbearable, he remained silent, his body shaking uncontrollably, his handsome face twisting with agony. Gritting his teeth, he asked, "Teacher, why is this happening?"

Yan Kuangsheng replied, "Have you ever heard of the Magical Draught? It's made from Bloodthirsty Python flesh. But once processed into a potion, its potency is greatly reduced. To get the full effect, you have to eat it raw. You can consume it once before your second class awakening, once after, and once again after your third class awakening. The benefits increase each time, maximizing the attribute boost."

He scoffed, "If you can't endure hardship, how do you expect to become the strongest? An Elementary Miraculous Draught only adds 200 points to your attributes. What’s that worth? If you’re a man, you have to endure the pain to reap the rewards. You’ve eaten top-grade Bloodthirsty Python meat. It’s leagues beyond mere Elementary Miraculous Draught."

So that was it. Lin Moyu had already noticed his attributes increasing rapidly. Elementary Miraculous Draught added 200 points to all attributes without pain, but Bloodthirsty Python meat—though causing excruciating—would increase his attributes by at least 2,000 points. The effect rivaled that of Intermediate Miraculous Draught, just with far more pain.

Given the choice, Lin Moyu would always pick the option with greater rewards, even if it meant enduring intense pain. A real man didn’t fear pain!

Yan Kuangsheng, seeing Lin Moyu endure in silence, felt even more satisfied, "You're approaching your second class awakening, and I’m sure you’re aiming for class sublimation, right? Do you know the key to achieving that? There are several factors."

He paused before continuing, "The first is luck. Without it, even a 99% chance can fail. The second is attributes. Your attributes must exceed the limit. The easiest way to break through that limit is with the Miraculous Draught. Don’t underestimate those 200 points—it can significantly improve your chance of class sublimation."

"Besides the Miraculous Draught, there are many ways to push past the attribute limit. For instance, the Immemorial Battlefield’s Divinity Force or Soul Devour Insects' Soul Crystals. The higher your attributes surpass the limit, the greater your chances of class sublimation."

"The third factor is items that increase the probability of class sublimation, like Blackened Soul Crystal dropped by the Dimensional Battlefield's Battlefield Ghost King. There are also class awakening formations and other supplementary tools that can further enhance the odds of successful class sublimation."

…

Yan Kuangsheng explained in great detail, going on and on. Having lived in solitude for decades, with no one to talk to most of the time, once he started talking, he found it hard to stop.

Lin Moyu listened attentively. Bai Yiyuan had briefly touched on class sublimation before, but his carefree nature meant he didn’t explain things in such detail. Now, after listening to Yan Kuangsheng, Lin Moyu had a new understanding. Now wonder Miraculous Draught was so highly valued—it was essential for breaking through the attribute limit. Considering this, Lin Moyu’s attributes...

Yan Kuangsheng interrupted his thoughts, "You’ve been to the Immemorial Battlefield, right? Did you obtain Divinity Force?"

Despite the sharp pain still surging through him, Lin Moyu gritted his teeth and replied, "I did."

Yan Kuangsheng snorted. "That guy did a decent job, huh? What level is your Divinity Force? Level 5?"

Yan Kuangsheng snorted, "Not bad. What level is your Divinity Force? Level 5?"

Lin Moyu, wincing through the pain, answered, "Level 39..."

"Only level 3…" Yan Kuangsheng looked slightly disappointed, "Although each level of Divinity Force only gives an additional 1% boost, but as your level rises, that difference becomes significant. However, I suppose it’s better than nothing."

Lin Moyu gritted his teeth and raised his volume, "Teacher, it’s not level 3—it's level 39..."

Clang…

Yan Kuangsheng’s blade slipped from his hand, falling to the ground.

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