Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 391: The Ancestral Land Is About To Open

Yan Kuangsheng burst into laughter, “I told you it wouldn’t work, but you still wanted to try.”

Bai Yiyuan smirked, “You think I didn’t know? Moyu, the Chuangshi Institute’s ancestral land is indeed about to open. Since Dean Mo is here, he can explain the details to you.”

Lin Moyu had already guessed as much when he saw Mo Xinghe—it was likely related to the opening of the ancestral land.

Mo Xinghe nodded, “The ancestral land will open in the coming days, and the list of participants has already been finalized. I’ll now explain what you need to be mindful of once inside.”

“Wait a moment.” Ning Tairan interrupted just as Mo Xinghe was about to speak.

Everyone turned to him in confusion.

“Let Yiyi listen as well.” He said.

With a flick of his finger, a gentle breeze brushed past Ning Yiyi, waking her from her slumber. She rubbed her eyes groggily, then blinked in surprise at the gathered crowd.

Letting out a small yelp, she quickly jumped down, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment. She shot Lin Moyu a reproachful glance, as if to say, how could you not wake me up with so many people around?

Mo Xinghe chuckled before continuing.

The Chuangshi Institute’s ancestral land opened once every five years, and entry slots were strictly limited. The distribution was as follows: the Chuangshi Institute held 10 slots, Chuangshen and Yanhuang held 3 slots each, the royal family and the military held 2 slots each, and the major families of the empire got 1 slot each.

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In total, only 30 slots were available.

Although the Chuangshi Institute ranked lower than the Chuangshen Institute, many still sought to join, hoping to secure a slot. However, these slots were extremely precious, with countless eyes on them. Even Bai Yiyuan, despite his influence, couldn’t bend the rules.

Despite being a God-level powerhouse, Bai Yiyuan didn’t have a family and thus wasn’t entitled to a slot himself. That was why he had Lin Moyu join the Chuangshi Institute—given Lin Moyu’s abilities, securing a slot was practically guaranteed.

Meanwhile, the Ning family also had a slot, which Ning Tairan unhesitatingly gave to Ning Yiyi. His love for his granddaughter knew no bounds—her well-being was always his top priority.

“There are many creatures within the ancestral land.” Mo Xinghe continued, “They are not aggressive, but you must never kill them. Near the core area, you’ll find fruit-bearing trees. These fruits can be eaten—eat as many as you can.”

Hearing this, Ning Yiyi’s eyes sparkled, “I can do that! I love eating! Grandpa Mo, are the fruits tasty? I don’t mind if they’re sour, as long as they’re not bitter.”

Mo Xinghe laughed heartily, “They shouldn’t taste bad.”

Lin Moyu, sensing a deeper meaning behind Mo Xinghe’s words, asked for more details.

Mo Xinghe explained, “Picking and eating the fruits is part of the trial. How much you can eat depends on your own ability. However, remember this—do your best, but don’t push yourself too far.”

“After eating the fruits, you will enter the second stage—the comprehension stage. In this stage, you will need to comprehend certain things. The nature of this comprehension changes every time, so I can’t give you specifics. You’ll understand when the time comes.”

"Most participants will be eliminated at this stage." Mo Xinghe continued, "Those who pass will move on to the third stage. However, information about it is scarce. Based on past experiences, it appears to be related to the insights gained in the second stage."

He paused before adding, "Strangely, even those who passed the second stage couldn’t explain what happened in the third stage after returning."

Lin Moyu’s heart skipped a beat. He frowned and asked, “Why is that?”

Mo Xinghe shook his head, "At first, we suspected it was a memory issue, but after thorough examinations, we confirmed that their memories had not been tampered with. So this matter remains a mystery.”

It seemed he would have to experience it himself to uncover the truth. Lin Moyu pondered for a moment before nodding, “Dean Mo, please continue.”

Mo Xinghe smiled, “That’s all. Very few people pass the third stage, and those who do cannot explain what happens in the fourth stage at all. However, one thing is certain—as long as you don’t kill the creatures you encounter upon entry, there will be no danger in the ancestral land.”

Lin Moyu made a mental note: do not harm the creatures upon entering the ancestral land.

At the same time, he glanced at Ning Yiyi. Seeing her listening attentively, he felt relieved.

Turning back to Mo Xinghe, Lin Moyu sincerely expressed his gratitude, “Thank you, Dean Mo. I’ve noted everything.”

Mo Xinghe stood up and replied humbly, “Godly General Lin, there’s no need to be so formal. I still feel guilty about the dungeon destruction incident that led you into the Abyss. And now, I owe you such a great favor. If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know.”

Lin Moyu smiled, “Dean Mo, you don’t have to blame yourself. This was entirely the Demon Society’s doing.”

That matter had already been thoroughly investigated by Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan.

The military had been infiltrated by members of the Demon Worship Society, but fortunately, Lin Moyu had survived. Recently, the military launched a major purge, executing many traitors—causing quite a stir.

Meanwhile, Mo Xinghe left to make preparations for the opening of the ancestral land.

At that moment, Ning Tairan fixed Lin Moyu with a sharp gaze, "When you enter the ancestral land, make sure to keep Yiyi safe."

Lin Moyu responded confidently, “Don’t worry, Old Ning.”

Ning Tairan then turned to his granddaughter, “Yiyi, come with Grandpa to make preparations.”

Ning Yiyi nodded but followed him reluctantly, glancing back at Lin Moyu a few times before leaving.

Once they were gone, Lin Moyu suddenly realized that Bai Yiyuan and the others were all staring at him with knowing expressions. Even Meng Anwen—who rarely reacted to anything—had opened his eyes.

Feeling uncomfortable under their scrutiny, Lin Moyu hesitated before asking, “Teachers, is something wrong?”

Bai Yiyuan smirked, “You’ve got guts, kid—actually daring to bring up a marriage proposal to Old Ning.”

Yan Kuangsheng chuckled, “Old Ning has mellowed out in recent years. If this were fifty years ago, he’d have probably wiped you off the map with a forbidden spell.”

Meng Anwen’s faint voice rang out, “No way. With Yiyi around, Old Ning would’ve restrained himself… Moyu, was that what you were banking on?”

Lin Moyu replied honestly, “At the time, I didn’t think too much about it. I just noticed that Old Ning cared about the Beast God’s Leg Bone a lot, and the idea just… popped into my head.”

It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, sparked by Ning Tairan’s reaction to the item.

Bai Yiyuan chuckled, “Your instincts aren’t bad. The Beast God’s Leg Bone is indeed precious, and Old Ning needs it. But compared to the God finger you brought back, it falls short.”

Lin Moyu could tell as much—the God finger contained a trace of life force that the Beast God’s Leg Bone lacked. The key difference? The leg bone was shed during the Beast God’s transformation, meaning it wasn’t from after it became a real God. In contrast, the God finger carried something far more profound.

Still, with the God finger already in hand, offering the Beast God's Leg Bone as a betrothal gift was a perfect choice.

Lin Moyu asked, “Teachers, have you made any progress in studying the God finger?”

Bai Yiyuan grinned. The look in his eyes told Lin Moyu all he needed to know—there had been progress. That was good. It meant the God finger wasn’t just some useless relic.

Instead of answering, Bai Yiyuan simply said, “Go wash up and change into something clean.”

Lin Moyu glanced down at himself. He didn’t think he was dirty. Sure, he had spent over ten days grinding in the dungeon, but he had changed clothes along the way. Compared to the state he was in after returning from the Putrid Corpse Land, he was practically spotless.

Yan Kuangsheng smirked, “You might not feel it, but there’s a mix of lingering auras on you—the dungeon beasts' auras still cling to your body. Take a proper bath, change your clothes, and meditate to dispel the chaotic auras.”

Meng Anwen added, “The creatures in the Chuangshi Institute’s ancestral land are highly sensitive. They dislike chaotic auras.”

Lin Moyu nodded, “Understood.”

After returning to the academy, he headed straight to his dormitory. He took a bath, changed into clean clothes, and then sat on his bed to meditate.

Slowly, his restless thoughts settled, and the lingering chaotic auras began to fade. The auras he had picked up from the dungeon dissipated rapidly. He couldn’t sense the change himself, but if Bai Yiyuan and the others had pointed it out, it had to be real.

Within his spirit world, the Divine Domain Stone rotated slowly, drawing out and absorbing the last traces of murderous aura clinging to his body, leaving nothing behind.

While he was immersed in meditation, the communicator on his wrist vibrated.

Lin Moyu glanced at the screen and frowned, “Why would she send me a message?”