Shu Han stood nearby, waving.
Lin Moyu found it odd—Shu Han seed to be waiting for him.
Every ti he t her, it had always been in the Dungeon Hall or the library. She rarely sought him out directly.
Shu Han’s eyes curved into crescent moons, "Junior Lin, I need your help."
"Of course." Lin Moyu agreed without hesitation. Shu Han was one of his few friends—if she needed help, he would oblige.
She seed to expect his answer and handed him a Teleportation Stone, "Co with ."
In a flash, they arrived outside a refined courtyard, even more exquisite than the White God Courtyard.
A peculiar dicinal scent lingered in the air—not a pleasant fragrance, but sothing fishy and pungent. Familiar.
Lin Moyu’s eyes sharpened. Putrid Corpse stench.
Though faint, he was certain.
Seeing his reaction, Shu Han smiled knowingly, "You’ve realized it, haven’t you?"
Lin Moyu nodded, "Why are there Putrid Corpses here?"
Shu Han pushed open the gate, "Co in, and you’ll understand."
Inside, the scent thickened—both dicinal and putrid. Most wouldn’t distinguish the two, but Lin Moyu could.
The courtyard was simple, divided into three sections. Shu Han led him to the backyard, where an unexpected figure awaited.
Dongfang Yao greeted Lin Moyu with a faint smile, "Godly General Lin, we et again."
Her expression was slightly odd—likely because she had nearly gotten him killed in the Putrid Corpse Land last ti.
Lin Moyu nodded in response.
Shu Han spoke, "Junior Lin, aren’t you curious why Princess Yao is here?"
Lin Moyu wasn’t surprised. Among the empire’s great families, the younger generation often knew each other—like Ning Yiyi and Mo Yun, who had grown up together. Dongfang Yao and Shu Han were likely the sa.
His nose twitched as he glanced toward a nearby cabin, "There are Putrid Corpses inside?"
Shu Han didn’t hide anything. She pushed the door open and gestured, "Junior Lin, Co in."
She had been addressing him as Junior Lin from the start, a sign of their closeness.
Stepping inside, a wave of cold air hit him.
The cabin was freezing, a formation continuously generating an intense chill.
At its center stood a massive ice block—inside, a woman lay frozen.
She wore exquisite, noble garnts, her eyes closed in an eternal slumber. Even encased in ice, her regal aura was undeniable.
Lin Moyu glanced at the woman, then at Dongfang Yao.
The resemblance was clear.
Dongfang Yao’s voice was soft, "This is my mother."
On the woman’s wrist was a blackened mark—the sa as those on the Putrid Corpses of the Putrid Corpse Land.
The overwhelming stench ca from here.
Not even the ice and heavy dicinal scent could fully mask the Putrid Corpse’s rot.
Lin Moyu’s eyes sharpened, "She was bitten by a Putrid Corpse."
The bite mark was undeniable.
Dongfang Yao exhaled slowly, "When I was little, my mother and father inspected the seal of the Putrid Corpse Land…"
She continued after a pause, "They entered the Putrid Corpse Land, and when they returned, my mother was already infected with Putrid Corpse Poison. She has been frozen here ever since."
Lin Moyu recalled that Dongfang Yao had once sought his help—if he ever gained the ability to dispel Putrid Corpse Poison, she had hoped he would save soone.
Now, it was clear. That soone was her mother.
Shu Han spoke, "Junior Lin, I brought you here today to ask for your help in saving her."
Lin Moyu shook his head, "I don’t have the ability to save her yet."
Putrid Corpse Poison wasn’t entirely incurable, but he had no ans to counteract it at present.
His Lich Generals' Nullify skill only worked on undead troops.
Maybe the Genesis Scepter's Light of Life could help, but he wasn't yet qualified to use it.
Shu Han clarified, "We’re not asking you to cure her now—just to assist with an experint."
They left the cabin, following Shu Han through the courtyard.
Behind the courtyard house, a row of stone buildings ca into view. The dicinal scent here was even stronger, mingled with the sharp tang of blood, tal, and other indescribable odors.
A figure stood waiting. An old man.
Shu Han called out, "Grandfather, Godly General Lin is here."
Lin Moyu’s gaze sharpened.
The mont their eyes t, he sensed it—the overwhelming presence of a God-level powerhouse.
Shu Han had a God-level grandfather?
His attire gave away his identity in an instant.
A God-level Concocter.
Lin Moyu was stunned. He had never heard of a God-level Concocter in the empire. Such individuals were beyond rare—priceless, even.
Why, then, did Shu Han take on academy tasks just for a few hundred points? Was it just for fun?
Shu Han introduced him with a smile, "This is my grandfather, God-level Concocter Shu Ping."
Lin Moyu’s mories stirred. He had seen the na Shu Ping before—in books.
Those books spoke of Shu Ping as one of the most gifted Concocters in human history, a contemporary of Bai Yiyuan and ng Anwen.
Yet, at so point, he had vanished without a trace…
And now, here he was—a God-level Concocter.
Shu Ping cupped his hands, "Greetings, Godly General Lin."
Lin Moyu returned the gesture, "Greetings, dicine God Shu."
The two stood as equals, treating each other with mutual respect.
Shu Ping, however, shook his head with a bitter smile, "Please, don’t call dicine God. I am unworthy of the title."
His words carried weight—there was a reason behind them.
Lin Moyu wasn’t one for empty flattery, so he didn’t press the issue.
Shu Ping exhaled lightly, "I'll get straight to the point. Godly General Lin, I heard from Princess Yao that your summons can dispel Putrid Corpse Poison. Could you demonstrate it for ?"
Lin Moyu nodded, "Of course. But my Lich Generals can only dispel Putrid Corpse Poison afflicting my undead troops."
With that, he summoned a Lich General along with a Skeletal Berserk Warrior.
A chilling wind swept through the courtyard, and the sky dimd slightly.
The Lich General, standing over three ters tall, lood like a small mountain, exuding an overwhelming presence.
With a silent command from Lin Moyu, the Lich General activated Nullify, casting it on the Skeletal Berserk Warrior.
Lin Moyu explained as the skill took effect, "This skill, Nullify, can neutralize abnormal statuses and dispel Putrid Corpse Poison. However, it can’t dispel high-level Putrid Corpse Poison. Princess Yao is already aware of this."
Shu Ping nodded, "She did ntion it."
Then, his sharp gaze locked onto the Lich General, "Godly General Lin, I have a skill that allows to analyze other people's abilities. I would like to examine Nullify to see if I can determine the source of its power."
Shu Ping spoke candidly.
Since the Lich General was Lin Moyu’s summon, casting a skill on it required his consent.
After brief consideration, Lin Moyu nodded, "Go ahead."
"Thank you, Godly General Lin."
Shu Ping raised a hand, casting a ray of light onto the Lich General.
In response, the Lich General activated Nullify once more. Shu Ping’s gaze sharpened as he carefully analyzed the data returned by his skill.
Layer by layer, he peeled apart the intricacies of the ability.
Yet, as his examination deepened, his frown only grew darker.
Shu Han noticed imdiately—a bad premonition creeping over her.
Her grandfather had never worn such an expression before. This was not a simple matter.
The Lich General cast Nullify several more tis before stopping.
Still, Shu Ping remained silent, eyes closed in deep concentration.
No one dared to interrupt.
Only after a long pause did he let out a slow breath.
Dongfang Yao, her voice tense, finally spoke, "Grandfather dicine God, how is it?"
Shu Ping shook his head, "This skill is... extrely special. I can’t analyze it."
Dongfang Yao’s expression fell. She muttered, "Then what do we do now?"
Shu Ping pondered for a mont before turning back to Lin Moyu, "Godly General Lin, I’d like to try one more thing."
His gaze shifted to the Skeletal Berserk Warrior. He retrieved a small crystal bottle—inside, there was a small amount of a black powder.
The mont Lin Moyu saw it, his expression changed drastically.
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