Catastrophic necromancer

Chapter 213: As Long as the Hoe Dances Well, There’s No Wall Corner It Can’t Dig Down

Lin Moyu arrived at the White God Courtyard and respectfully greeted Bai Yiyuan. Lin Moyu said, “Student pays respects to the teacher.” Then he bowed to Meng Anwen and Ning Tairan, saying, “Greetings, Senior Meng, Senior Ning.”

Bai Yiyuan looked Lin Moyu up and down. “Not bad. In two days, you’ve gone from level 28 to level 30. Your speed isn’t inferior to mine back in the day.”

“Nonsense!” Ning Tairan sneered disdainfully.

Meng Anwen spoke in the calmest tone, “It took you 18 days to go from level 28 to level 30 back then.”

Bai Yiyuan’s face immediately fell. “Old Meng, you’re ruthless.”

“It’s even more ruthless to boast in front of students.” Meng Anwen’s tone remained flat, showing no face to Bai Yiyuan.

Bai Yiyuan waved his hand. “Forget it, forget it. I won’t compete with you.”

“You should meditate now and restore your spirit to its peak!”

Listening to Bai Yiyuan, Lin Moyu walked aside and quickly entered a meditative state. He had already calmed down since leaving the instance.

In less than a minute, Lin Moyu had entered a meditative state, and his spirit was rapidly recovering.

Bai Yiyuan signaled to Meng Anwen, who summoned the phantom of Shenta.

A beam of light shot out from Shenta, enveloping Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu’s brow immediately relaxed, and his whole body loosened. His mental recovery speed increased, even faster than in the military training ground in the elemental battlefield fortress.

In just under an hour, Lin Moyu had fully recovered to his peak state, with his spirit intact and even surpassing it.

This was all thanks to the light cast by Meng Anwen.

Bai Yiyuan nodded in satisfaction. “Good, your spirit is intact. Now you can use skill scrolls.”

With the spirit in its best state, the probability of awakening skills would increase.

Lin Moyu nodded and took out the skill scrolls he had prepared. He then noticed that Bai Yiyuan had also taken out a pile of skill scrolls.

Bai Yiyuan asked strangely, “Why did you prepare skill scrolls?”

Lin Moyu scratched his head. “I leveled up and needed to learn skills, so I bought some from the exchange.”

Ning Tairan laughed heartily. “You’re really an incompetent teacher. Lin, why don’t you become my student? I can teach you much better than this guy.”

Bai Yiyuan retorted, “Get lost! You want to poach my student, but you don’t even have a door.”

Ning Tairan, thick-skinned, said, “As long as the hoe dances well, there’s no wall corner it can’t dig down. Lin, consider being my student. After all, I am Yi Yi’s grandfather. Once you become my student…”

“Stop it, stop it! Using my granddaughter as a bargaining chip, you have no shame!” Bai Yiyuan jumped up and said fiercely to Ning Tairan.

Then he turned to Lin Moyu, “Rest assured, if he dares to oppose you and Yi Yi, I’ll come to your door and snatch Yi Yi back to be your wife.”

Ning Tairan angrily said, “Try to snatch her, and I’ll burn down your courtyard.”

Lin Moyu felt a bit overwhelmed. Were these two friends for so many years, speaking so casually like this?

Meng Anwen coughed lightly. “Alright, alright, you’re both old. Aren’t you ashamed?”

Both of them snorted, staring at each other, unafraid.

Meng Anwen asked, “How many skill scrolls have you prepared?”

Lin Moyu honestly replied, “200.”

Meng Anwen shook his head. “Not quite enough.”

“200 isn’t enough?”

Lin Moyu naturally believed what Meng Anwen said. “Then I’ll go buy some more.”

“No need, I’ve prepared them all.” Bai Yiyuan waved his hand, and a large pile of skill scrolls flew over, forming a small mountain.

“There are 1000 beginner skill scrolls here. Use them first, and if they’re not enough, we’ll talk.”

A thousand? Could it still be not enough?

Lin Moyu was a bit puzzled. When he was at level 20, he seemed to have used only 16.

Could there be so many skills to learn?

Bai Yiyuan explained, “Don’t think it’s too much. Learning all the skills is not easy. Bluntly speaking, before level 30, just learn all the basic skills.”

“Others can learn skills from skill books or acquire them based on information. Your profession is new, there are no skill books or information, only skill scrolls.”

“And skill scrolls are limited. The more you use them, the lower the awakening probability.”

“How many skills did you awaken with skill scrolls at level 10 and level 20?”

Lin Moyu calculated, “5.”

Bai Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s a bit too much, but it’s acceptable.”

After all, Lin Moyu was different from others. He had to awaken all his skills with skill scrolls.

And the characteristic of skill scrolls is that the more they are used, the lower the awakening probability.

Moreover, as he mastered more skills, there was a certain probability of awakening already mastered skills.

For others, they would first use skill books, information, or mentorship to master most of their professional skills.

Then they would smash hundreds of beginner skill scrolls.

Even if they couldn’t learn them all, they should at least learn a decent amount.

And most professions’ skill numbers had already been counted, so they knew what skills they hadn’t mastered yet.

But for Lin Moyu, it was all a mystery.

No one knew how many skills he had at level 30.

Bai Yiyuan couldn’t even guarantee that 1200 beginner skill scrolls would be enough.

Fortunately, there were also flashing beginner skill scrolls as a backup.

“Just use them 10 by 10. Be generous, and if it’s not enough, you have a teacher.” Bai Yiyuan assured, patting his chest.

Lin Moyu nodded and began using the skill scrolls.

Spiritual power poured out, activating 10 beginner skill scrolls at once.

The skill scrolls burst into a brilliant light, enveloping him.

After a moment, the light disappeared, and nothing happened.

This was expected and normal.

Then he continued using the skill scrolls in batches.

Batch after batch was used, but no trace of any skills appeared.

Lin Moyu paused and looked at Bai Yiyuan.

Bai Yiyuan was drinking tea, seemingly not paying attention at all.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Moyu continued.

10 by 10.

The skill scrolls kept activating, turning into stardust.

Finally, after activating the 10th batch of skill scrolls, there was a change.

Thousands of silver lights appeared before Lin Moyu’s eyes.

He saw one weapon after another.

Swords, knives, sticks, clubs, gloves, bows and arrows…

Every weapon was glowing brightly.

After two minutes, the light faded.

[Acquired Skill: Physical Resistance]

[Physical Resistance (Level 1): Passive skill, increases resistance to physical attacks by 10% for oneself and summoned creatures.]

Another passive skill, just like Elemental Resistance.

With the bonus, one’s resistance to physical attacks could be increased by 400%, effectively reducing damage by four times.

It was a very good skill, with excellent survivability.

Lin Moyu was slightly delighted to find Bai Yiyuan looking at him.

“What skill?” Bai Yiyuan asked calmly, as if accustomed to storms.

“It’s a passive skill, Physical Resistance. It can reduce the physical damage suffered by myself and summoned creatures,” Lin Moyu replied.

Bai Yiyuan nodded. “A defensive passive skill, very good.”

“Continue using them batch by batch, and from now on, use them in groups of 20.”

Lin Moyu nodded and began activating the beginner skill scrolls in groups of 20.

Another new skill was mastered, and the difficulty of awakening skills increased again.

Exactly how much it increased depended on luck.

In any case, the probability definitely decreased significantly.

This was the experience summed up over many years.

Lin Moyu felt that using so few skill scrolls to awaken a total of five skills at levels 10 and 20 was lucky.

The current situation was normal.

Batch after batch of beginner skill scrolls were consumed… 200… 300…

When it reached 400, Bai Yiyuan said calmly, “Use 50 each time.”

Lin Moyu nodded, his spiritual power enhanced, and he began using 50 at a time.

Activating skill scrolls also required spiritual power, and Lin Moyu’s spiritual power was gradually decreasing.

At this moment, Meng Anwen also cast a light, and Lin Moyu’s spiritual power began to slowly rise again.

Using 50 at a time was effective.

After using two batches, when he reached the 600th scroll, the light of the skills appeared again.

Lin Moyu saw a sky full of red light, just like when he awakened the Curse of Slow Awakening.

“Cursed skills.”

Lin Moyu was slightly delighted. Cursed skills were too practical.

At this moment, Bai Yiyuan, Meng Anwen, and Ning Tairan saw a different scene.

In their eyes, Lin Moyu was enveloped in a red light.

The aura emanating from the red light made them feel danger.