Catastrophic necromancer

**Chapter 820: Time to Hold the Wedding**

Shulin Muyu did not hide his aura. Returning to Baishen Courtyard was like coming home; there was no need to be sneaky.

In Baishen Courtyard, Meng Anwen was still the same, lying on that old chair as if he had never moved. Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng were drinking tea and chatting, seemingly having endless conversations and arguments. Sometimes, when they stopped talking, they would each look up at the sky, lost in their thoughts.

At their level, although they still needed to continue cultivating, the more important aspect was comprehension. The level of the soul was paramount. Once the soul level was elevated, enhancing soul power was not difficult. However, to elevate the soul level, one must comprehend the laws and understand nature. The process was not easy, and it was normal to see no progress for years.

Lin Muyu approached and poured hot tea for the three of them. “Teacher, have some tea.”

No matter how his strength changed, Lin Muyu was still their disciple, and that would never change.

Yan Kuangsheng sighed while drinking tea, “Seeing Xiaoyu makes me feel old.”

Lin Muyu smiled, “Teacher, you are in your prime.”

Bai Yiyuan snorted, “Did you hear that? In your prime, go find a wife and have children.”

“My wife is my sword, can’t have children,” Yan Kuangsheng directly refused, giving Bai Yiyuan no face.

Bai Yiyuan glared at him, “Be careful, or you’ll become a eunuch!”

Yan Kuangsheng glared back, “None of your business. Enjoy your leisure time now; in a few months, you’ll be busy.”

Lin Muyu suddenly realized, “Is Mistress pregnant?”

Bai Yiyuan’s old face turned red, “Yes, in a few months, the baby will be born.”

“Congratulations, Teacher!” Lin Muyu immediately congratulated Bai Yiyuan.

Bai Yiyuan was nearly a hundred years old, truly having a child in his old age.

Meng Anwen suddenly spoke, “Xiaoyu, you’re not young anymore. It’s about time to hold your wedding with Yiyi.”

Bai Yiyuan also nodded, “Now that everything is settled, it’s about time.”

Lin Muyu thought of Ning Yiyi, “I haven’t seen Yiyi for a long time. I wonder how she’s doing lately.”

Meng Anwen said, “Same as always, that girl is a bit crazy. She formed a small team with a few others and is clearing dungeons all over the world.”

“Now all the dungeons in the world belong to our Shenxia. There are so many dungeons that they can’t finish them all, and there’s no need to compete.”

“The Dungeon Hall managed by Old Ning has seen a significant reduction in staff.”

“I’ve always disliked those foreigners. I didn’t expect them to be hybrids created by extraterrestrial races.” Yan Kuangsheng and Bai Yiyuan, for once, agreed on something.

Lin Muyu drank his tea, thinking that the world in its current state wasn’t so bad. Internal strife had been completely eliminated, and now they only needed to unite against external threats, focusing all their efforts on dealing with the deep-sea demons.

Meng Anwen looked at Lin Muyu, “What are you thinking?”

Lin Muyu thought for a moment, “Yiyi and I have an agreement. Once she reaches level 70, we will get married.”

Bai Yiyuan suddenly laughed, “No wonder Yiyi has been working so hard lately.”

“Good, good. Yiyi is already level 69, so we can start preparing.”

“It seems we can start preparing.”

“Let’s discuss where to hold the wedding and who to invite.”

“Yes, we need to discuss this carefully. After all, the status is different. Xiaoyu is our disciple, and Yiyi is Old Ning’s precious granddaughter. This can’t be a simple affair.”

“Let’s make it grand and invite everyone who should and shouldn’t be invited.”

The group began discussing again, and Lin Muyu became an outsider. They didn’t ask for his opinion at all. However, Lin Muyu learned about Ning Yiyi’s recent activities. She was training hard with Mo Yun and others, leveling up quickly. She was about to reach level 70, the time they had agreed upon for their marriage.

Lin Muyu also checked his own status. The talent giant tree was continuously absorbing power from somewhere and channeling it to him. Even without cultivating, he estimated that he would reach level 90 in a few days. Level 90 was also considered god-level, a significant transformation for many professionals. Even though Lin Muyu had already paved the way to becoming a god, there would still be significant changes.

First, his attributes would increase significantly. Although attributes didn’t matter much, they were a symbol. At least before becoming a super god, attributes were still useful. Once the laws were comprehended deeply enough to start mastering them, and one attribute could be pushed to ten million, the bottleneck would be broken, and one could step into the super god realm. After reaching the super god level, the four-dimensional attributes would take a back seat. The soul and laws would become the new standards for measuring strength.

Lin Muyu’s gaze seemed to penetrate space, looking far away. “For the proposal, I can have my teacher handle it. The wedding must include my sister.”

Lin Muyu was planning. His sister, Lin Mohan, was his only blood relative in this world. She had to be present at his wedding. Lin Mohan was decisive and strong-willed. After the Emperor Di left, who knows what he told her. Lin Mohan told Lin Muyu that everyone has their own path to follow, and she had her own path. Perhaps one day, they would meet again at the end.

Since then, Lin Muyu had no news of her.

“Teacher, have you seen my sister?” Lin Muyu asked.

Meng Anwen shook his head, “I haven’t seen her personally, but during the internal strife some time ago, there was news of your sister.”

Bai Yiyuan said in a low voice, “At that time, tens of thousands of blood slaves broke into the island where the Creation Academy is located.”

“When we arrived, all the blood slaves at the Creation Academy had been killed.”

“According to the students of the Creation Academy, a goddess flew out from the deepest part of the academy. She wielded dual swords, creating countless sword lights in the air, killing all the blood slaves.”

Meng Anwen nodded, “It should have been your sister. We sensed the aura of laws there. Your sister might have reached level 96.”

Lin Muyu was slightly surprised. He knew his sister’s talent could significantly speed up her cultivation. But he didn’t expect it to be this fast. Her talent seemed to make her cultivation speed faster as her level increased. With the Emperor Di around, Lin Mohan must have also moved her talents. Even after reaching level 90, her talents still played a role.

“Was my sister gone when you arrived?” Lin Muyu asked.

Meng Anwen nodded, “She should have left.”

“I want to go and see.”

“I’ll send you there.”

Meng Anwen didn’t waste words. With a point of his finger, the Shenxia Tower set up a simple teleportation array, directly leading to the Creation Academy.

The Creation Academy was located on an island, with waves crashing against the shore, creating rhythmic sounds. The teleportation array at the Creation Academy lit up, and Lin Muyu emerged from it. The academy was still some distance away. Lin Muyu identified the direction, and with a slight flap of his undead wings, he appeared in the deepest part of the island as if he had teleported.

Lin Muyu’s soul had reached the third tier and level 96, making it incredibly sensitive. Here, he sensed the aura left by a half-step super god, likely the Emperor Di’s aura. Besides that, there was also Lin Mohan’s aura. The air still held sharp laws, likely belonging to Lin Mohan.

“Not just level 96, but level 97.”

Lin Muyu judged Lin Mohan’s level through the laws. Although he had expected it, he couldn’t help but be shocked.