radicalducati Chapter 331 Yun Ming: The Sea God Pavilion Master is Dead
Chapter 331 Yun Ming: The Sea God Pavilion Master is Dead
Chapter 336 Yun Ming: The Sea God Pavilion Master is Dead
Yun Ming sighed, looked down at his translucent hands, and said with a hint of self-mockery and bitterness, "I know Elder Yi has put in a lot of effort, but if I appeared in the outside world looking like this, I'm afraid people would mistake me for an evil spirit master of the Holy Spirit Cult, wouldn't they?"
Upon hearing this, Electrox couldn't help but scoff again: "Hmph! Evil Soul Masters? Those people who can't even control their own nature dare to be compared to liches?"
"Young Yun, remember this well: the Lich is one of the most orthodox professions in the necromancy system, a level that requires long-term training and soul tempering to reach."
"I have roamed the Holy Demon Continent with the upright and honorable body of a Lich, walking between heaven and earth without ever concealing myself."
Hearing Electrolux's resounding evaluation, Yun Ming fell silent, the two clusters of golden soul flames burning quietly in his eye sockets.
During this time in the undead plane, he gained a systematic understanding of necromancy and the lich system, which he had never heard of before.
He knew that Elex was right. The unorthodox methods of evil spirit masters, which relied on devouring resentment and blood essence to forcibly increase their strength, were indeed incomparable to the liches, a profession in the orthodox necromancy system.
The essence of the lich is the fusion of the pure laws of the soul and the laws of death, a transcendence and sublimation of the ultimate form of life.
Most evil spirit masters are just twisted, out-of-control monsters who can't even maintain their own rationality.
However, he wasn't as open-minded as Electrolux; he still cared about what others thought.
Leng Yaozhu looked at Yun Ming and suddenly asked, "What are your plans next? Aren't you going to rebuild Shrek Academy?"
Yun Ming slowly shook his head, the two clusters of golden soul flames flickered slightly, his tone was calm and low, as if he had let go of a heavy burden.
"Yun Ming has already fallen for Shrek Academy. That shot was my last act of service for the academy as the head of the Sea God Pavilion."
"From now on, Shrek Academy will have its successors, and they are the hope for Shrek's future."
"As for whether the academy can regain its former glory, that's up to fate."
For Yun Ming, the identity of the Sea God Pavilion Master was also a kind of shackle.
He has carried this burden for too many years, and now he can finally let it go with a clear conscience.
Moreover, he, the former master of the Sea God Pavilion, was utterly unwilling to reappear before the world in his current lich form and be subjected to gazes of fear, pity, or curiosity. His pride would not allow such a thing to happen.
Electrolux's deep eyes swept over Yun Ming, seeing right through his thoughts.
However, he didn't say anything more, only sighed almost imperceptibly, thinking to himself, "Yun boy is still too inexperienced. He can't let go of his pride. It's just a physical appearance, what's there to be so upset about?"
However, he also understood that it was too early for Yun Ming to say such things now, and that some challenges could only be overcome by himself.
Leng Yaozhu frowned, her voice tinged with resentment and heartache: "Are you going to stay in this dark and hopeless realm of the dead forever?"
Yun Ming fell silent. He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't give Leng Yaozhu a satisfactory answer.
Just then, Huo Yuhao's voice suddenly rang in Leng Yaozhu's mind: "Aunt Leng, it's understandable that Elder Yun is unwilling to appear in front of people he used to know as a lich. No one in that world ten thousand years ago knew him."
Upon hearing this, Leng Yaozhu's phoenix eyes suddenly lit up, and she thought to herself, "That's right, this is an excellent idea."
Her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed. She didn't want the once spirited Yun Ming to be trapped alone in this dark and desolate plane of the dead. Huo Yuhao's words gave him another possibility!
Leng Yaozhu guessed that Yun Ming probably didn't know that Huo Yuhao had the ability to travel between the worlds ten thousand years ago and ten thousand years later.
She didn't say much. Knowing Huo Yuhao as she did, she knew that if he had brought up the idea, he would definitely arrange everything properly.
She raised her eyes again, looking at the slightly ethereal white-robed figure in front of her.
A faint yet genuine smile appeared on her lips as she said, her voice filled with heartfelt relief and contentment: "I'm so happy to see you again after six months. I'll come to see you again in the future."
Yun Ming's two clusters of golden soul flames flickered slightly, and a smile finally appeared on his face.
He nodded slowly, without saying anything more, but a sense of anticipation for their next meeting quietly rose in his heart.
In this dark and desolate realm of the dead, the fact that an old friend came to visit him was a great comfort to him.
However, after a brief silence, Yun Ming finally couldn't hold back and asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time.
His voice was even lower than before, tinged with a hint of caution, and also with barely concealed concern and trepidation: "Um—is there any news about Yali?"
He has given his all to Shrek Academy and has a clear conscience.
Now, the only person he can't let go of is his beloved Yali.
The catastrophe came too suddenly. Although he managed to block two level 12 fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells, he had no idea what happened afterward and was unsure whether Yali was still alive.
Upon hearing this, Leng Yaozhu's smile visibly turned cold.
The gentleness in her phoenix eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a thin layer of frost.
She didn't answer Yun Ming's question, but instead turned around and coldly said to Huo Yuhao, "Yuhao, let's go."
After saying that, she leaped down and jumped off the broad back of the bone dragon, landing steadily on the gray-black wasteland below.
Huo Yuhao glanced at Yun Ming, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, and then jumped down as well.
He raised his hand and waved it in front of him, and a huge gate of light slowly unfolded in front of the two of them.
However, just before the two were about to step into the portal, Leng Yaozhu finally couldn't hold back and abruptly stopped in her tracks.
She turned her head and glanced coldly at the white-robed figure on the back of the bone dragon out of the corner of her eye, then snorted heavily, "Don't worry, Yali isn't dead."
After saying this, Leng Yaozhu didn't linger. She grabbed Huo Yuhao and stepped into the gate of light without looking back.
Yun Ming watched as the gate of light slowly closed, and the last trace of life in this space completely dissipated.
The eternal stillness of the undead plane once again enveloped this world. The bone dragon beneath their feet seemed to sense the complex emotions of the person on their back and gently swayed its massive, bone tail, which was tens of meters long.
Yun Ming slowly withdrew his gaze, then let out a long sigh of relief.
As long as Yali is still alive, the huge weight that had been hanging over his heart has finally been lifted.
However, when Yun Ming thought of Leng Yaozhu's cold gaze as she left, a faint sense of apology rose in his heart.
At the Spirit Pagoda headquarters, Huo Yuhao and Leng Yaozhu reappeared in the center of the office.
Leng Yaozhu walked back to her desk in a few steps, plopped down in the large leather office chair, crossed her arms, and her face remained cold.
Seeing Aunt Leng's unusual demeanor, Huo Yuhao chuckled inwardly and asked, "Aunt Leng, are you still angry?"
In front of the disciple she had personally raised, Leng Yaozhu didn't bother with any airs, and snorted heavily through her nose: "What do you think Yun Ming means by this? Why does he have to bring up Ya Li in front of me?"
She grew angrier as she spoke, and her long, slender, white fingers tapped the table twice angrily, making a crisp tapping sound.
Huo Yuhao watched from the sidelines, finding it both amusing and helpless. Leng Yaozhu's words were clearly laced with jealousy.
He smiled and said, "That's only human nature. Aunt Leng should be used to it by now."
Faced with Huo Yuhao's bluntness, Leng Yaozhu got up, walked to his side, and tapped him on the head.
She didn't even need to use a bit of her soul power this time. With Huo Yuhao's powerful body, which had been tempered by the Body Sect's secret techniques, he wouldn't feel pain even if someone tapped his head with a finger or swung an iron hammer.
But he still cooperated by letting out an "ouch," shrinking his neck, and pretending to be in pain.
Looking at his exaggerated performance, Leng Yaozhu finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the coldness on her icy face melted away.
After laughing for a moment, her phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed slightly: "I was thinking of making arrangements for Ya Li to go to the Netherworld to see him, but now—Yun Ming can forget about seeing Ya Li for at least a year."
As she spoke, she raised her eyes to look at Huo Yuhao, her phoenix eyes carrying a hint of warning: "You know what I mean."
Huo Yuhao immediately straightened his expression and said loudly, "Aunt Leng, don't worry!"