Chapter 116: The God of Light and the God of Rock

The World of Mystery

Shortly after Miss Kelaien returned to his own world.

The butler Walter and the servants were stockpiling supplies in the underground wine cellar, unaware why their master was hoarding so much food during this season.

"The Forsaken air raids will arrive in just over ten days; I must become a Saint of Sequence 3 as soon as possible."

"But even if I become a Saint of Sequence 3, I cannot stop this tide of the age."

"Not only George III, but that one—Amon's brother, no, rather the Ancient Sun God—he seeks to become the Zero Sequence's Dreamer. George III is doomed to fail, yet the ritual must proceed."

"I cannot stop the Forsaken air raids, nor this war—it involves more than one deity."

Miss Kelaien stood before the window, watching the servants below busily at work, his thoughts churning—he still had no power, even with the chat group.

Miss Kelaien unconsciously clenched his fists; the villa's view was excellent, good enough to see the distant town—the neatly arranged houses, the cobblestone streets, and the people on the roads.

After a long while, he steadied his emotions and stepped outside; he now needed to first collect the blood of Exalted Ones from different paths, and the eyes of the Dog of Fugen.

He glanced at the most magnificent palace—someone must pay the price, and this moment won't last long.

He must complete Lu Mingze's tasks to earn the reward; though he cannot alter the future's course, at least he can lessen the scars on Belgrade.

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…

Su Lin sat at the farthest table on the second floor of the dining hall, alongside Lu Lincheng, Qiao Weini, Angre, and Wu Yuxiang.

Seeing Wu Yuxiang, flushed red from Qiao Weini's questions about family matters, Su Lin thought of a solution and pointed to the surveillance screen on his tablet.

"Why don't you join them too?"

"Lord Su Lin!" Wu Yuxiang's face turned even redder. "Please don't joke."

"Haha, of course I'm joking."

Too bad—he'd hoped to add a little more fuel.

Sitting with this group was meaningless; Lu Lincheng pretended to chat about Tiannandibei, but was actually probing his background, while Qiao Weini occasionally chimed in only to steer the topic elsewhere.

Even now, they hadn't forgotten trying to sway him and implant latent moral values—they likely didn't know, not even Lu Mingze knew, the true arrangement of Old Lu.

To be honest, he didn't want to meddle this deeply, but Old Lu's reward was the entire classification system's cultivation techniques.

If you had to compare, it was like a novel website promoting one book—this site promoted an entire category.

It contained cultivation lineages Old Lu had obtained by projecting his true soul into other worlds, others he'd created by mimicking game and entertainment works based on cultivation fundamentals, and some were of exceptionally high rank—top-tier legacies from certain worlds.

For the "novel compression package," he was definitely going to see this through with Old Lu—the contract clearly stated in black and white that the condition was world domination.

Not only could these people not offer a suitable reward, but even if they could, he could never break the contract—he couldn't, and he had to salvage his reputation somehow.

As the girls on the screen were about to fall into an argument, Angre smiled and stepped out from behind the screen.

After all, Miss Hui Liyi's emotions seemed to be fluctuating—this could turn disastrous if she lost control.

Angre clapped his hands, drawing the attention of those nearby.

"Alright, girls," Angre said with a bright smile, spreading his arms toward Lu Mingfei. "Please stop joking with our S-Class."

Angre removed his hat and bowed slightly toward Lu Mingfei's uncle. "My apologies for interrupting you. I am the headmaster of the Cassell Academy."

"Hilbert Jean Angre."

"This was merely a joke from Mingfei's classmates—please don't take offense."

Lu Mingfei's uncle exhaled. "I told you—Mingfei couldn't possibly have such talent… couldn't possibly be juggling so many relationships."

"He's a good boy."

Director Chen didn't fully agree; he glanced at Su Xiaoqiang. From his years of navigating social circles, he sensed something…

"Headmaster?!" Lu Mingfei snapped back to reality. "Headmaster, about my situation—"

"We'll talk later. First, take the head of the Shangshan family inside." Angre looked at Su Xiaoqiang. "Miss Su, you once attended our Cassell Academy interview—if you don't mind, please join us."

"Of course."

To understand the current situation, Lu Mingfei had no choice but to follow Angre's instructions.

He waved to his uncle and aunt. "I'll be going now."

His aunt was only too happy to see this troublemaker leave and waved him off impatiently.

"Uh…" Lu Mingfei felt uneasy, glancing at his senior behind him and Ling beside him. "Can you let go of me now?"

Nuonuo released Lu Mingfei and sharply tapped his head. "I wasn't joking—I really came here behind my fiancé's back to find you."

She swayed after Angre, while Ling leaned her head against Lu Mingfei's shoulder, gazing at him curiously, as if urging him to move.

"Hmph." Su Xiaoqiang grumbled and walked forward.

Only Lu Mingfei remained under the watchful eyes of everyone around.

He swallowed hard, moving like a puppet, his steps stiff and mechanical.

Angre returned behind the screen and found Su Lin gone, leaving only Wu Yuxiang seated. Lu Lincheng shook his head.

Angre felt regret—he'd been spotted after all.

Outside the dining hall, a light drizzle had begun, fine rain falling silently onto the street—just minutes ago bustling with cars honking and pedestrians chatting, now eerily silent.

A tall, striking man with golden eyes and a braided hairstyle stepped from the corner, wearing a fitted white ancient-style robe and carrying a long spear interwoven with Mystic Weight gold and black.

"I never expected to face you so soon," Su Lin walked through the drizzle toward Zhongli, each step causing brilliant white light to spill from his body—visible divine power forming threads, and ethereal yet real wings of light taking shape behind him.

"Zhongli, for the sake of being in the same group, promise me," Su Lin's eyes turned white-gold, solemn. "Don't raise your shield, alright?"

"As firm as a rock."

Not only on Zhongli himself, but across the entire surrounding area, buildings were covered in a golden protective barrier.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan appeared behind Su Lin without notice; his soul aura surged powerfully, soul energy and fierce battle qi pouring from his body, cold white flames spreading across his Mystic Weight ruler, the nearby raindrops freezing into tiny ice beads before they could hit the ground.

"Su Lin, promise me," Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan looked at Su Lin. "Don't heal yourself, alright?"

"Tch." Su Lin clicked his tongue. "Honestly, with my combat power now in the hundreds of millions, even if a Dou Sheng came, they'd probably not stand a chance."

The combat power of the broken Light Divine Spark was undeniable; its only side effect was that once fused, the divine spark could not be repaired — once it shattered, it would mean the fall of the Light God.

"This much humiliation?!" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment. "No wait, what kind of cheat did you actually turn on?!"

"Old Tang." Su Lin called out, and a young man with drooping brows walked out of a teleportation gate, his dragonized right hand gripping a red-haired youth.

"Keep him company for a bit."

Light elements condensed into a longsword in Su Lin's hand. Su Lin smiled and said to Zhongli, "Skip the large-scale AoE — don't sink the island nation."

Tonight there will be at least one or two more updates.