Chapter 92: Holy Hall, Magic Visitation Team

"I, I've turned back?"

After the scream, Barbara incredulously touched her own body; that delicate, exotic-looking face was full of disbelief.

"You, how did you do that?"

She looked up at Lu Xun, her eyes like rubies, beautiful and captivating.

But as soon as she met Lu Xun's gaze, she realized something.

"Ah..."

Another scream.

"You're still looking!!!"

Barbara covered her big chest, glaring angrily at Lu Xun.

But because she looked too cute, her angry expression had no intimidation.

Lu Xun spread his hands: "It's not like I wanted to look, and besides, you didn't cover down there!"

"Pervert!!" Barbara hastily pulled the blanket over to cover the exposed spring.

"You have no magic power—how did you do that?"

She immediately pressed further on this question.

No wonder she's so concerned; even with a dispelling spell, lifting her curse would be extremely difficult.

In fact, even a Sixth Realm forbidden-spell mage using a dispelling spell would struggle to undo it.

But Lu Xun actually managed to undo one layer.

This left Barbara completely baffled.

"Just like that, it's undone."

Lu Xun also didn't expect the Chaos Power to be so miraculous.

He just wanted to try it, but didn't expect it to actually work.

"Just like that?!"

Barbara's eyes widened.

This is a top-tier curse, yet Lu Xun speaks of it so casually.

"Aren't there three curses on you? There are still two left; want me to undo them together?"

Lu Xun prepared to try again.

Barbara has three curses on her: one is a sleep curse, another likely a transformation curse that turns her into a cat.

As for the third, Lu Xun didn't know what it was.

Barbara was about to speak when she suddenly sensed something, her face drastically changing.

"Don't, don't try again!"

"She's already sensed it!"

"Never try again, or she'll surely find my location—you'll die, believe me, you'll surely die…"

Before she could finish those three sentences, Barbara's body shrank at visible speed, turning into a milky-white ragdoll cat in a short time.

Then, the liveliness in her eyes disappeared.

"Meow~"

The ragdoll cat looked at Lu Xun with its big, dazed eyes, ran over to rub against him, then curled up in his arms.

"What's going on?"

Lu Xun frowned.

Clearly the spell was undone, letting Barbara return to human form, yet she turned back.

Could it be that the current Chaos Power still can't fully undo it?

Or did something else happen?

This curse... doesn't seem that simple.

"Want to try again?"

Lu Xun gently stroked Xiao Bai, thinking.

With the miraculous Chaos Power, he felt that if he tried again, he might be able to undo the curse once more.

"Forget it, let's talk about it next time she wakes up."

After thinking, he gave up.

Lu Xun has always been receptive to advice.

His act of undoing the curse likely triggered something; otherwise Barbara's complexion wouldn't have changed so dramatically.

Why would Lu Xun go on an adventure?

Although this is the East, the witch who cast the spell on Barbara is absolutely immensely strong; if she came to kill me, Lu Xun's risk would be too great.

Better to be safe.

"I didn't expect you to be like this, Barbara."

Lu Xun picked up Xiao Bai; just thinking of Barbara's appearance after returning to her original form made his nosebleed hard to stop.

Barbara differs even from Eastern and Western beauties.

Her figure is petite and delicate, yet she has an astonishingly alluring curve—a waist so slender it can't be grasped in one hand, while her full bust and pert hips outline a breathtaking arc.

Those fluffy animal ears and the bushy big tail add a touch of wild liveliness to her beauty.

She's practically like she walked out of a two-dimensional world.

"Meow."

Xiao Bai rubbed her little head against Lu Xun, trying to be cute.

"Sleep."

Lu Xun lay down and slept soundly.

On Babala's side, although there was a small mishap at the end.

However, this proved that his chaotic power was indeed effective.

"Could it be because the chaotic power only mixed two kinds of power, still not enough chaos?"

Even while Lu Xun was sleeping, he was still pondering the cause.

The current chaotic power, formed from mixing spiritual power and true qi, can nevertheless cast spells that require magical power to cast.

The effect of casting it is still quite good.

Otherwise, Babala wouldn't have been so surprised.

The reason the dispel lasted less than a minute might be because the chaotic power doesn't contain enough mixed forces.

Or is it that the witch could be causing trouble from afar?

As for the specific reason, Lu Xun doesn't know.

Only when Babala awakens again next month will we be able to find the answer.

Amidst all these thoughts.

Lu Xun soon drifted into dreamland.

At this moment,

In the West,

Two red suns hung in the azure sky, their fierce light pouring down, bathing the endless snow mountains in a crystal-clear glow like glazed glass.

The majestic snow peaks, under the dual suns' light, refracted into brilliant golden shards, like crowns dropped by the gods.

"Dong~"

The deep bell sound suddenly rang out from the mountaintop.

The sound waves rippled outward like concentric circles, shaking the snow so it fluttered down, and in the clear sky fine ice crystals rose.

At the foot of the snow mountain, crowds of people as thick as ants, upon hearing the bell, each showed a devout expression and prostrated themselves.

"Dong~"

"Dong~"

The bell kept ringing.

The people at the snow mountain's base continuously kowtowed to the rhythm of the bell, as if worshiping a deity.

After the bell tolled twelve times,

Suddenly,

At the summit of the snow mountain, a huge palace slowly emerged.

The moment the palace appeared, heaven and earth fell silent.

The light of the two suns, as if filtered, became clear and transparent, turning into countless feathers of light that drifted down lightly.

The snow mountain's peak was shrouded in a halo of holy light, even the howling cold wind transformed into a distant hymn.

"Holy Hall, it's the Holy Hall!"

"Oh God, I saw the Holy Hall!"

"God bless!"

Millions of people at the snow mountain's base fell into frenzy, wishing to knock their heads into the ground.

"Boom—"

The palace's gates slowly opened.

A stream of light flew out from within, heading toward a point of empty space below.

"Boom—"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The light and flame from the magic dyed the dull gray sky in a myriad of colors.

This is the West's highly renowned Holy Light Magic Academy.

In the West, the academy's standing is comparable to that of Tsinghua and Peking University in the East.

It is a place countless talents aspire to enter.

At that moment, the stream of light that flew out from the Holy Hall penetrated the barrier, descended from the sky, flew into the principal's office, and there turned into a pure white messenger dove.

On its foot was a letter.

"A letter from the Holy Hall?"

The elderly principal took the letter, then tremblingly pulled out a pair of folding glasses from his pocket, put them on, and examined it carefully.

As he looked, the principal's expression gradually grew solemn.

"What, a magic delegation?"

"It's said they will go to exchange and spar with Eastern talents; will you join?"

"Of course we should join; what a great opportunity—perfect to let those Eastern country bumpkins witness civilized magic."

Soon, the news spread throughout the Holy Light Academy.

The Holy Light Academy will summon some students to form a magic delegation to travel to the East for exchange and visit.

This news made the talents of the Holy Light Academy somewhat eager to move.

After the era of high martial arts descended, the Eastern martial cultivators and Immortal Cultivation shone brilliantly.

The Western mages did not consider magic inferior; these magic talents each wanted to go east to show themselves.

"Wow, Aodaili is going too!"

Another piece of news spread throughout the Holy Light Academy.

Among the young talents of the West, the extremely renowned talent Aodaili will participate in this magic delegation.

Aodaili's name is especially renowned in the West.

At only 22 years old, she is already a mage, equivalent to the fourth realm.

Upon learning that Aodaili would join the magic delegation, other talents signed up more enthusiastically.

Soon, a twelve-person magic delegation was assembled, and they set off the next day, hastily heading east.