Upon hearing this, Lu Jun was slightly stunned, then imdiately reacted.
It seed that around this point in ti, the Zhejiang Institute’s Healing Departnt had invited a Parthenon Temple sage to give a lecture.
Coincidentally, the sage had discovered sothing unusual about Xin Xia and intended to take her back to the temple for careful cultivation.
Mo Fan had just returned from Mount Hua and was about to enjoy so ti with his sister Xin Xia, but seeing soone obstructing him, how could he not be enraged? Of course he wouldn’t allow it.
Unfortunately, the temple ntor was a Super Mage and forcibly abducted Xin Xia.
Originally, Mo Fan had an extraordinary relationship with the Totem Black Snake, which allowed him to stop them, but now Lu Jun had saved the Hangzhou Serpent, replacing that bond, resulting in Mo Fan being powerless to resist.
He could only watch helplessly as the girl he loved was taken onto the plane, unable to do anything.
That soul-piercing pain nearly drove Mo Fan insane. He wished he could turn into a demon to suppress everything.
Unfortunately, putting aside that his current six elents in Advanced Tier were all awakened, his Demon Elent still hadn’t awakened. Even if he had it, the cooldown ti would still be about one or two years (original text from the novel).
The Demon Transformation couldn’t be activated twice in a short ti.
Lu Jun understood. No wonder Mo Fan was so full of rage. It seed to be deeply engraved in his mory. The Bo City disaster and the Ancient Capital calamity were perfectly resolved, causing Mo Fan to lack so indescribable tempering. Now it seed the effect was even better.
But he still decided to intervene. First, he wanted to form a good bond with Xin Xia.
The Resurrection Divine Soul could save lives. If he ever died one day, Mo Fan would likely spare no effort to bring him back, just like he did for Mu Bai.
Moreover, Lu Weixi’s physical condition required a Healing Mage of the highest level to regulate, or he would only live a few more years.
"The corrosion of the Ancient King Armor Robe is getting quite severe."
Lu Jun sighed, lifting his left hand. Ugly patches of gray-black spots were spread all over, reaching up to his forearm, emitting a faint chill and pain.
It was as if he could see within the galaxy of the Curse Elent, that sinister black-gold armor exuding demonic energy, its hollow interior revealing a twisted, grinning face.
A Death Treasure was not sothing easily borne. In this condition, Lu Weixi’s lifespan was essentially his countdown.
As for the ntal burden, ever since he advanced to Psychic High Tier, it had gotten a bit better. It might extend his clarity for another year. He’d only suffer ntal collapse by the age of twenty-six.
Additionally, this Serpent fate originally had countless ties with Mo Fan.
Now that the situation had taken a completely different turn, Lu Jun could pretend not to acknowledge it, but whether he could deceive his own heart was sothing only he knew.
"Where is the Parthenon located?"
Lu Jun asked after a brief pause.
Hearing this, Mo Fan was slightly stunned, then overjoyed, saying, "You’re willing to help ?"
Originally, he hadn’t planned to trouble anyone with this. After all, it was a personal matter involving his girlfriend. Even though the Parthenon was overbearing and forceful, their intention was still to cultivate Xin Xia.
Besides, it was a top-tier power with a special status in the Healing Elent, akin to the Alchemists in Battle Through the Heavens. Few dared provoke them.
In life, unexpected events always happen. If one needed healing soday but got rejected, what then?
"Yes," Lu Jun said deeply. "The Parthenon has gone too far, forcibly abducting soone on our territory."
Looking at the original story, the five continental magic associations, the Holy City, and the Parthenon all deeply influenced by the West acted this way.
First the Parthenon abducted Xin Xia, then the Holy City took Qin Yu’er, all without Nine Provinces’s consent, acting with complete disregard.
He had lived in this world for several years and gradually gained a deep understanding of the magical society. The current era revolved around three major conflicts.
First, the conflict between ordinary people and the mage clans representing the aristocracy. Second, the conflict between independent nations and Western organizational powers. Third, the conflict between humans and the myriad demon races.
Only by resolving these three major issues could the world enter the next cycle of the era.
Lu Jun, having transford into the King of the Underworld, now had a much broader perspective. Resources in the magic world were limited. For a lower-tier emperor to advance to a higher level, he would have to slay Hu Fu and the Undead Queen of the Deep Sea in succession.
Coincidentally, this aligned perfectly with the conflict between humanity and the demon races. He had to borrow the montum of humanity to contend with them—his chances of victory would be far greater.
With the appearance of the tal Elent and Fusion Magic, the Holy City would beco an obstacle to developnt. This, too, corresponded with the conflict under the system established by the West.
His natural civilian status put him inherently at odds with the noble families.
In this grand era, every single person was a full embodint of the three great contradictions. Mo Fan was no exception.
"They boarded the plane at Hangzhou Airport. Can we still make it in ti?"
Mo Fan asked urgently.
"Hangzhou, huh." Lu Jun spoke calmly. "No rush. This is my ho turf."
Whooooosh!!
He swiftly controlled his Stardust, black and red ghost-faced images appearing one after another around him, interweaving into a sinister and eerie black-red constellation.
In an instant, a massive surge of dark green-black sinister wind rose around Lu Jun. Thousands of streams of ghostly aura coiled and twisted, and above his head, the Netherworld split open—black specters crawled out, their towering hill-like bodies looming upright.
It resembled the commander of the fog wraiths under the Eight-Direction Undead Monarch—
The Qiantian Ghostfiend’s body was composed of dark mist, its upper body solidified, and its lower half a swirling black cyclone. The black robe covering it seed like a curtain of night.
The pitch-black ghost god grinned, lifting a corner of its black cloak and wrapping it around the two of them.
Behind it, a pair of enormous wings shaped like a ferocious beast’s unfurled—striped with green-black tiger patterns—then suddenly took off, soaring ninety thousand miles into the sky.
"W-Whoa... Holy crap, exhilarating!"
Mo Fan was carried skyward by a black whirlwind. The terrifying airflow pushed so hard his cheeks wrinkled up, scrunched into a ss—a real-life face distortion—
He couldn’t even speak clearly.
Lu Jun, on the other hand, was calm and composed. His whole body shrouded in dark wind, the oncoming air resistance was softened and neutralized.
At the sa ti as the two rushed over—
Lishan Airport.
On the long, smooth runway, a white private jet with the image of the sun emblazoned on it was taxiing slowly.
"We’re terribly sorry, but we have urgent matters requiring us to return to Greece. Miss Ye Xinxia, please accompany us."
"Your ntor has already agreed, and we will inform your family afterward. I know our actions may seem a bit abrupt, but they also reflect the great sincerity we hold toward you."
A middle-aged temple clergy mber said with great courtesy.
Ye Xinxia sat in a wheelchair, looking slightly helpless. "Teacher Glocken, if you truly have urgent matters, please let off. I can return to school on my own. As for going to Greece, I must discuss it with my father and my brother."
That clergyman nad Glocken replied firmly, "You need not worry. If you wish, we can send soone to invite them to the Parthenon Temple Academy."
"Let them see what kind of magnificent academy you will be studying in. I believe that, at that ti, they will only think you’ve made a wise decision."
He then gave an order to the cockpit, "Captain, take off. We must return to Greece before nightfall."
Though he sounded polite, his deanor carried a kind of irresistible force.
Every word he spoke seed rely a graceful notification, not sothing up for discussion!
Xinxia pressed her lips together, saying no more.
She could feel that this Glocken had no intention of respecting her opinion.
No matter whether she agreed or not, they were determined to take her away.
The entire process had kept her in the dark.
She wasn’t inford until they had brought her into the airport.
By then, she had no way to resist.
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