Chapter 201: The Desert Divine Temple

Beijing University, Replica Center.

"It's all your fault!"

"You had to grind those little monsters one more time!"

Li Xue'er shot a disgruntled glare at Fang Lei beside her.

They had just fought their way through the crowd to the very front.

Then they looked up.

And saw Lin Mo's Dragon Order class vanish into the replica fissure.

Hearing Li Xue'er's complaint, Fang Lei gave a wry smile and scratched his head:

"Aw… I just got carried away."

"Besides,"

Fang Lei muttered under his breath:

"Lin Mo's so strong—what's one or two of us adding to a small group replica?"

At these words,

Li Xue'er rolled her eyes.

"You don't get it!"

She planted her hands on her hips and retorted firmly:

"Lin Mo is our most precious junior right now!"

"Master Han said we seniors must support Lin Mo in every way possible!"

"Giving him a personal pep talk before entering the replica is a crucial part of emotional care—do you understand?!"

After being scolded like this by Li Xue'er,

Fang Lei had no fight left.

He raised both hands in surrender:

"Fine, fine, it's my fault, okay?!"

"Next time the Big Demon Lord enters a replica, I'll show up half an hour early to grab a spot—better?"

Their argument

drew the attention of many nearby students.

Everyone instantly recognized them as Han Xue's direct fourth-year disciples.

They immediately gathered around, eyes gleaming.

"Senior! Senior!"

A second-year boy asked eagerly:

"Weren't you guys at the back mountain this morning?"

"I heard Master Han even unleashed a high-rank skill!"

The boy grew more excited:

"Senior, spill the beans for us!"

"How far has Lin Mo the Demon Lord gotten? Did he just pick up an ice-element skill and instantly master a high-rank one?"

As soon as he asked,

all the students around turned their gazes toward Li Xue'er.

Facing their ravenous, eager stares,

Li Xue'er straightened her back.

A powerful sense of pride and superiority welled up inside her.

It was the unique, lofty superiority of someone who had witnessed the Demon Lord's training firsthand.

"Ahem."

Li Xue'er cleared her throat:

"High-rank skill? Do you think high-rank skills are cabbage? So easy to learn?"

Hearing this, everyone exhaled in unison.

"Phew… scared me half to death."

"Exactly! I knew it—no matter how insane he is, he can't be a magic god at level 30…"

But then,

before they could fully relax,

Li Xue'er slowly added the rest:

"Actually, it's not that hard—he just hasn't learned the high-rank skill yet because his level's too low, and his mental power doesn't meet the requirement."

"Master Han said Lin Mo has already touched the threshold of the high-rank skill."

"…."

"???"

"What the hell?"

The students around erupted in shock.

What does "touched the threshold" even mean? What's this "mental power requirement" nonsense? Why can't I understand?

"But…"

Li Xue'er scanned the crowd:

"Although he didn't master the high-rank skill, he did learn several high-rank ones—four in just one morning."

"Whoa…"

"And he copied them all perfectly after seeing them once."

"Whoa…"

"Oh, by the way—I forgot to mention."

"One of those four high-rank skills? He saw Master Han use a mid-rank one, thought it was too weak, and improved it on the spot to create his own version."

"Whoa…"

Li Xue'er's lips curled slightly upward, pride surging:

"Now, Lin Mo already has seven high-rank skills total—including the ones he knew before."

"Whoa—!!!"

A synchronized hiss of breath filled the air.

"Holy shit! Seven high-rank skills?!"

"Did I hear that right? My advisor only has two high-rank skills!"

"Two's already good, bro!"

"My advisor only knows one high-rank skill—he treats it like a treasure, and I've only seen him use it once…"

At that moment,

a boy raised a question:

"Since the Demon Lord is this strong now,"

"do you think he can break the record again and clear it under two minutes, like yesterday?"

At this, the crowd fell silent.

Then,

a boy who seemed familiar with replica mechanics shook his head.

"Impossible."

"Breaking the record of the Ghostly Horde of Po Ying is a given—seven high-rank skills make that easy."

"But…"

"Getting under two minutes? That's hard."

"The second phase of this replica has a targeting mechanism—if the Demon Lord gets unlucky and gets targeted, he can't possibly clear it under two minutes."

Hearing this analysis,

many students around nodded in agreement.

Indeed.

With that mechanism in place, bad luck makes it unbeatable.

Li Xue'er glanced at the boy, crossed her arms, tilted her chin up, and sneered:

"Don't worry—two minutes? For the Demon Lord, it's too easy."

The boy, hearing this, looked unconvinced:

"Senior, the mechanism's fixed—speed-clearing this replica really does depend on luck…"

Li Xue'er didn't argue.

She just smiled:

"Just wait and see."

…

Inside the 【Kuang Sha Shen Dian】 replica.

A flash of light.

Twenty figures descended onto a desolate ruin.

"Spit! Spit! Spit!"

As soon as they landed, Han Mengqing immediately covered her mouth and nose, spitting out sand.

"What a shitty place! Why is the wind so strong!"

Everyone looked around.

Before them stretched an endless sea of yellow sand.

The roar of howling winds filled their ears.

Everywhere they looked were broken walls and shattered ruins.

Massive stone pillars lay half-buried in the dunes, radiating an ancient, desolate stillness.

At the same time,

a series of prompts appeared on everyone's panels.

【You have entered the team dungeon: Stormsand Temple (Hell Tier)】

【Dungeon Level Restriction: Lv. 5–Lv. 5】

【Current Dungeon Participants: 20/20】

【Tip: After all members click 'Ready,' a ten-second countdown will begin, officially starting the timer and activating the first challenge.】

【Good luck, everyone!】

Wang Dawei's face lit up with excitement:

"Hah! The monitor's gonna carry us again—awesome!"

Ye Kong clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with fierce battle lust. "Monitor, I'm ready. Tell me how to fight."

Lin Mo glanced at the group, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Though their strength was far weaker than his,

that was only because he was far beyond the norm.

Fortunately, these people were sensible enough to know how to flatter and uplift their stronger ally.

Han Mengyao looked at Lin Mo and brushed away the sand-tangled strands of her hair.

"Monitor, since you're here for the first challenge, treat it like an endless wave of demons—no special tactics needed."

"Everyone just wait until the countdown ends, unleash everything, and clear every monster in sight."

"I see…"

Lin Mo nodded, then scanned the others:

"Everyone understand?"

"Understood!"

The group answered in unison.

Lin Mo nodded calmly and said:

"Since there are no issues, everyone—get ready."

At his command,

【All members ready!】

【Countdown begins: 10, 9…】