Chapter 120: I

Lin Tianhao pulled out a staff emitting orange light.

At its tip was set a crimson gem, shimmering with radiant hues, clearly no ordinary item.

He smirked and raised an eyebrow triumphantly:

"Hehe, this is a rare find I stumbled upon this time—【Inferno Burst: Destroyer Staff】, Level 25, Legendary quality!"

"How about that? Fit for you, right?"

Lin Mo stared at his father's "praise me!" expression and twitched his lips slightly.

Legendary equipment was indeed rare.

But…

Lin Mo silently pulled out the massive item he'd looted from the temple dungeon.

Hummm—!!!

As the staff emerged, a dragon's aura instantly spread through the air.

Lightning and flame intertwined and coiled along its shaft; the head held a dragonheart crystal.

Lin Tianhao's smile froze on his face.

After checking the staff's stats, he sucked in a sharp breath:

"Damn, where the hell did you get this?"

Lin Mo scratched his head and grinned:

"Dad, what a coincidence—I just looted it in the temple dungeon. Mythic quality, Level 25 staff."

Lin Tianhao felt awkward.

He, the Thunder Emperor, had wanted to gift his son something impressive, only to be outshined by his own son?

Next to him, Xu Wenchang couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! Old Lin, you really messed this up!"

"All that effort, and the kid just clears a dungeon and pulls a Mythic. You're not much of a dad, are you?"

"Mythic weapon? That's the highest quality outside of exclusive gear!"

Lin Tianhao's face flushed red; he felt his pride slipping.

No, he had to reclaim his dignity!

He turned to Lin Mo and declared firmly:

"Son, since you've unlocked your special skill, you'll need more elemental fragments—this task falls to your old man!"

"I'll find a way to get you some fragments!"

Lin Mo's eyes lit up with joy:

"Thanks, Dad! You're awesome!"

Lin Tianhao finally regained some face, his grin returning proudly.

"Alright, alright, it's getting late."

Xu Wenchang glanced at the sky and said, "Old Lin, take these kids back to the capital on your way."

Lin Tianhao blinked:

"What about you? Aren't you coming with us?"

Xu Wenchang shook his head, his gaze fixed on Tianbei City, a flicker of killing intent in his eyes:

"I have some business to settle here."

"Tianbei City has been poisoned by these parasites."

Even a massive guild like the Furious Shark Guild dares to openly betray the nation—there must be deeper corruption behind this.

"Since I'm here, I'll clean it up. This land of Longguo won't tolerate traitors who eat their own country."

Lin Tianhao nodded solemnly:

"They truly need cleaning out. These scum have grown too comfortable—they've forgotten whose blood bought them this peace."

"Fine, leave it to you then."

"Rest assured."

After a brief farewell,

a military attack helicopter nearby began slowly spinning its rotors.

Lin Tianhao led Lin Mo and the other three onto the aircraft.

Xu Wenchang watched until the helicopter shrank into a tiny black dot.

He turned, staring at the lifeless body of Yamamoto Kenichi on the ground, then at Tianbei City in the distance.

His once gentle eyes turned icy, cold as frost.

…

At the Longxu Class exclusive villa district of Jingdu University,

before a luxurious villa,

three figures stood together.

Gu Qingge pointed to the villa ahead and said:

"Ye Xuedi, this is your Villa #2. Wang Xuedi, your Villa #7 is over there."

"Our Longxu Class villas are assigned by rank—the higher your rank, the lower the villa number."

Here, Gu Qingge glanced at them, her tone laced with amusement:

"The upcoming 'Freshman Trial' will be a great chance to show your strength."

"Though… according to tradition, freshmen usually get crushed by upperclassmen."

"Still, I have high hopes for your batch."

"After all, you're the so-called 'Descent of the Gods'!"

"I hope you last longer this time—don't get humiliated too badly, or I'll be disappointed."

Though her words were polite, the oldclassman's inherent superiority was unmistakable.

With that,

Gu Qingge gracefully waved and turned away.

Watching her retreating figure,

one of the two students—a broad-shouldered, muscular youth—snorted and sneered:

"Hmph, what a piece of work—so fake and cloying, it's making my fists clench."

"She wants us to last longer?"

"Pfft! We'll see who's beating whom!"

Ye Kong frowned and patted Wang Dawei on the shoulder, calmly saying:

"Dawei, watch your tongue."

"I don't like her attitude either, but we must maintain composure."

"Still…"

Ye Kong's lips curled with confidence, "She's right—the Trial is an opportunity. I'll show these upperclassmen what true genius looks like."

Wang Dawei grinned:

"Exactly! Kong-ge, you're SSS-rank Spatial! What are these upperclassmen, anyway?"

"By the way, Kong-ge, what do we do now? Go back to the villa and sleep?"

Ye Kong shook his head.

His gaze fixed on the neighboring Villa #1.

"Not yet."

"Since we're here, we should pay a visit to Lin Mo, the number-one student."

Ye Kong straightened his collar.

Though he deeply resented Lin Mo as #1,

after all, he was an extremely rare Spatial user, while Lin Mo was just a blank-type mage.

Yet he knew rankings weren't arbitrary.

Perhaps Lin Mo, this blank-type mage, had something unique.

"Whether it's the Freshman Trial, future dungeons, or the Ten Nations Arena, we'll need a fixed team."

"We can form a fixed team with Lin Mo."

Hearing this,

Wang Dawei frowned in confusion:

"Kong-ge, a team only has four people—I'm the tank, you're the DPS, add another DPS, doesn't that make the team unbalanced?"

Ye Kong waved his hand.

"It depends—the dual-DPS combo of #1 and #2 doesn't need a warrior."

"Ohhh…"

Wang Dawei nodded slowly, half-understanding.

Ye Kong ignored him and strode confidently toward Villa #1, pressing the doorbell.

"Dingdong—"

No one answered.

Press again.

Still no one.

Ye Kong paused, "Not home?"

He thought for a moment, then turned and walked toward the neighboring Villa 3 and Villa 4.

He rang all the doorbells, but no one was home.

Ye Kong stood at the empty entrance to the villa district, at a loss.

Wang Dawei scratched his head, then suddenly slapped his forehead:

"Damn! Kong Ge, you think… they've already teamed up and gone out to clear dungeons to practice?"

"…"

Hearing this, Ye Kong frowned.

He, who had been first in everything since childhood, had been left out?

"Impossible…"

"I'm a Spatial System cultivator… such a powerful teammate—how could they possibly leave me behind?"

Wang Dawei patted Ye Kong's back gently to soothe him.

"Come on, Kong Ge, don't get mad, don't get mad—if this is really what happened, then they're blind!"