Jun Yaojin shook her head and said with a deep aning, "Everything the Parthenon could give , you can also give . And what you can give ... the Parthenon can’t."
These words made Lu Jun’s heart skip a beat. He suspected she might have sensed sothing. Over the past few days, he had been continuously suppressing the unrest in his divine soul; it was possible that so leaking energy had been detected by her.
"Besides..." She paused and continued,
"The Parthenon losing the Divine Soul is one thing. But the real problem is that its reputation is ruined. I know my own limits—rebuilding the Temple’s glory is too difficult. I’m not one of those one-in-a-million prodigies."
Lu Jun smiled lightly but said nothing.
He wasn’t worried about Jun Yaojin discovering the truth. She could never guess that he had transford into the Undead Emperor and seized the Parthenon’s Divine Soul.
And after constant study of the Divine Soul, Lu Jun now had deep insight into this treasure.
Athena had actually been a dual-type Calamity-Bearer of Healing and Blessing!
Not only had she cultivated these two elents to their absolute peak, she had even refined both Calamity talents—along with her own soul—into her Divine Soul, preserving them permanently.
As long as a future Goddess possessed the aptitude, she could inherit the Calamity-Bearer talents.
Throughout history, those able to wield even a single Healing or Blessing Calamity had been extrely rare. But for Lu Jun, this was not an issue.
His foundation was solid, and his spiritual essence was overwhelmingly strong. Not long after acquiring the Divine Soul, he had already mastered the Resurrection Divine Art.
Once he awakened the Healing Elent at the Super Level, mastering the Healing Calamity embedded in the Divine Soul was just a matter of ti.
However, the Blessing Calamity was a different story.
His Super-Level awakening slots were already reserved: the first for Healing, and the second must be for Undead.
Waiting until Forbidden Curse level would be far too slow, and the Blessing Elent was not part of his long-term cultivation plan.
More importantly, as the saying goes: quality over quantity. His path was one of life and death dominion—he needed pure, concentrated power. And compared with the Blessing Elent, Athena’s Healing Elent had far deeper mastery and a much denser concentration of energy.
Otherwise, the Parthenon’s strongest technique would have been Blessing Divine Art, not Resurrection Divine Art.
Therefore, he planned to grant the Blessing Calamity talent to a mage who cultivated the Blessing Elent and have them permanently buff his core mbers.
Who that person was didn’t matter—he controlled the Divine Soul and could reclaim the Calamity talent anyti. During the bestowed period, that person’s life and death were firmly in his hands, so he had no fear of betrayal.
Lu Jun found Jun Yaojin pleasing to look at; if she proved trustworthy, "loaning" her the Blessing Calamity for a ti would be no problem.
Besides, he couldn’t cultivate it himself anyway.
Because after the Ancient King Armor devoured Haidia, it faintly reached a new threshold—a mysterious, ancient aura gathered upon the Throne of the Underworld and actually brewed a Undead Calamity Talent!
In other words, Lu Jun’s two Super-Level awakenings were predetermined—Healing Calamity and Undead Calamity. He would beco the strongest human in history.
"Tsk, tsk... Even I feel scared when I look at my own configuration."
Lu Jun clicked his tongue, shalessly proud of himself.
After sending Jun Yaojin away, Tang Yue stood nearby—her mature face flushed red, her fair jade-like feet drawing lines in the sand, a sight that stirred desire.
He swallowed hard and suddenly understood her intentions.
Before he could react, Sister Tang Yue pounced fiercely into his arms, lowering her head and whispering softly,
"Little man, I’ve missed you so much."
"Hey—wait, wait, we’re not even back in the room yet!"
The night passed without further words.
Lu Jun and Tang Yue had an intense battle, leaving him sore all over.
There was no other way—reunion brought passion, and with the Aegean atmosphere so fitting, of course they would lose control.
At the sa ti, in the Acropolis of Athens, Lu i’s dusty figure landed. She scrolled through the videos, frowned, and sighed regretfully.
"I’m late."
Lu i blad herself. In the mont when her younger brother needed help the most, she failed to reach him in ti.
"I don’t even know how Lu Jun is doing... Did he get injured?"
She grew worried, yet found no trace of him.
Suddenly, Lu i’s eyes brightened—she rembered soone who would definitely know her brother’s whereabouts.
She quickly dialed Zhu ng.
"Hello? Where’s my brother?"
"Oh, it’s you. I’m not sure about your brother, but Tang Yue seems to be with him. You should ask Tang Yue."
Crunch!
The mont the call ended, Lu i lightly squeezed, and the entire phone turned into dust. Her face was expressionless, but a deep sense of crisis rose in her heart.
A woman’s intuition was terrifyingly accurate.
When her brother was in danger, Tang Yue had rushed to him first, stayed by his side, and never left afterward. Anyone with a brain could guess the reason.
Not to ntion that Tang Yue and Lu Jun already had a relationship. Now with their reunion
No... more like a reunion after a long separation.
What happened afterward would be completely natural!
Just imagining it for a mont made Lu i unable to stand it. She grew both shy and annoyed, muttering, "Wicked woman."
What made her feel the worst wasn’t rely arriving late—she could endure that. What really hurt was that the woman she "lost to" was Tang Yue.
She took a long breath, pulled out another spare Huawei phone, and despite her jealousy, forced herself to call Tang Yue.
Duuu... duuu... duuu...
In the midst of their passionate chaos, Lu Jun vaguely heard a phone ringing and asked, half-dazed:
"Tang Yue-jie, your phone."
"Mmhmm, ignore it."
In Athens, Lu i called again and again. No one answered.
She first ruled out bad signal—everyone knew that Huawei devices had satellite calling capabilities.
That left only one explanation, exactly what she feared. Her emotions churned so intensely they were hard to describe. She even felt a bit... NTR’d.
"Lu! Jun! You better not let find you."
Grinding her teeth, Lu i lit a candle before a mirror and summoned the Queen of Netherworld.
A mont later, a graceful figure in a white dress erged from her shadow. The Queen of Netherworld stretched lazily and smiled. "Your Highness the Queen, what do you require of ?"
Yes—she had followed Lu i all the way across the sea to the European continent.
After hearing that the Undead Emperor had appeared, she instantly perked up, wanting to see whether Lu Jun really had turned into a living corpse, so she could bring him back as their king.
Lu i’s face remained cold. "Where is Lu Jun?"
"Oh~" The Queen of Netherworld understood instantly. After sensing briefly, she smirked. "The King is in the southern Aegean Sea."
Her expression was one of pure mischief, as if enjoying the drama. Lu i snorted, too lazy to argue with her.
Then she rushed straight toward the Aegean Sea, murderous intent billowing.
At this mont in the Aegean, after three days and nights of "strenuous activity," Lu Jun finally relieved so stress and planned to enter seclusion.
Feeling refreshed, Tang Yue turned on her muted phone. When she saw the caller’s na, her delicate brows lifted slightly, and her lips curved in a soft, knowing smile. But she did not tell Lu Jun.
Quietly, she packed her luggage and slipped away alone, heading back to the country.
Honestly, Tang Yue felt guilty toward Lu i. Since that was the case, there was no need to make things difficult for the young man. She was already satisfied.
When Lu Jun learned that Tang Yue had left, he stared blankly for a mont and sighed.
"She’s gone?"
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