**Chapter 537: Can’t Be a Burden**
One by one, the god-level powerhouses appeared, showing their presence and eliciting exclamations from the crowd.
Everyone hoped that one day, they too could become a god-level powerhouse.
Perhaps among the crowd, one or two might eventually reach this level, but most would remain ordinary.
No matter how talented they once were or how much their families and loved ones had pinned their hopes on them.
Ultimately, where they would end up was unknown.
After all, only a few could become god-level powerhouses.
Two more beams of light flashed across the sky, and Lin Moyu looked up, smiling.
Bai Yiyuan had returned.
However, accompanying Bai Yiyuan was a middle-aged beautiful woman.
Lin Moyu smiled and said, "Teacher, you’re back."
"Yes." Bai Yiyuan’s expression seemed a bit unnatural.
The middle-aged beautiful woman who came back with Bai Yiyuan suddenly said to Lin Moyu, "You must be Yiyuan’s disciple, Xiaoyu, right?"
Lin Moyu’s eyes twinkled slightly, "Greetings, Master’s wife."
Bai Yiyuan’s eyebrows twitched, but he did not object.
The middle-aged beautiful woman was obviously delighted by being called "Master’s wife," laughing joyfully, "Good, good, good, what a good child! I didn’t prepare anything, so take this as a meeting gift."
As she spoke, she handed something directly to Lin Moyu.
"Teacher." Lin Moyu didn’t expect this new "Master’s wife" to be so enthusiastic.
Accepting a gift from an elder, Lin Moyu accepted it graciously.
Lin Moyu dared to call her "Master’s wife" because he sensed the aura of Bai Yiyuan and the middle-aged beautiful woman.
The middle-aged beautiful woman had Bai Yiyuan’s aura on her, and it wasn’t just superficial.
Similarly, Bai Yiyuan also had the middle-aged beautiful woman’s aura on him.
Their auras were intertwined, inseparable.
Lin Moyu was certain that something had happened between them.
So he dared to call her "Master’s wife," and it turned out to be the right call.
Bai Yiyuan said, "Her name is Zhu Qingliu, a level 94 god-level healer."
Lin Moyu was secretly surprised. Although there were god-level healers in the empire, they were not many.
He respectfully said, "Greetings, Master’s wife Qingliu."
Zhu Qingliu responded joyfully, "Good, good, good."
Being called "Master’s wife" repeatedly made her very happy.
Bai Yiyuan sighed helplessly.
Ning Tairan and a few old friends came over, congratulating Bai Yiyuan, "Congratulations, Old Bai, on finding a good match."
Bai Yiyuan waved his hand, "Go away, you old guys, what are you making a fuss about!"
They ignored Bai Yiyuan’s reaction and turned to Zhu Qingliu, "Congratulations, God Qingliu, for finally winning over Old Bai."
Zhu Qingliu laughed happily, "Thank you, I’ll invite you all to the wedding in a few days!"
"Good, good, we’ll definitely be there."
"Remember to prepare good gifts, don’t be stingy."
"Of course, of course!"
Suddenly, a high tower appeared in the sky.
The shadow of the Shenxia Tower emerged, and Lin Moyu whispered, "Teacher Meng is here!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A large group of people ascended into the sky, all women.
Each one was beautiful, all very attractive.
Any one of them, in their youth, would have been a stunning beauty, no less than Mo Yun.
Bai Yiyuan said mischievously, "Look, these are Old Meng’s lovers."
"If Old Meng wanted, you could have more than a dozen Master’s wives right away."
Lin Moyu laughed, "Then I could get more than a dozen meeting gifts."
Bai Yiyuan’s mouth twitched, "You greedy brat."
Lin Moyu laughed, "Teacher, keep it up."
Bai Yiyuan was puzzled, "Keep what up?"
Lin Moyu said, "Keep it up and get me a little junior brother or sister."
"Get lost!" Bai Yiyuan was so angry he almost slapped him.
Lin Moyu checked the meeting gift from Zhu Qingliu.
**[God-level Healing Amulet: An amulet sealed with god-level healing magic, can be used repeatedly until the energy is exhausted.]**
"Good stuff!"
Lin Moyu was delighted. This was truly a life-saving item.
Even if you lost a limb, as long as you had this god-level healing amulet, you could be restored instantly.
Lin Moyu knew how difficult it was to make a god-level healing amulet.
It required a god-level alchemist to create a blank amulet, and then a god-level healer to seal the healing magic within it.
Sealing one’s healing magic into an amulet was damaging to oneself.
Generally, god-level healers wouldn’t do this.
Only out of concern for their loved ones’ safety would a god-level healer go to such lengths, disregarding their own well-being, to make such an amulet.
Having it was like having several extra lives.
Lin Moyu could feel the god-level energy within the amulet, enough for at least a dozen uses.
He didn’t expect Zhu Qingliu to give him such a treasure as a meeting gift. She seemed like a very nice person.
The shadow of the Shenxia Tower still flickered in the sky, and Meng Anwen had not yet arrived.
Lin Moyu went to Ning Yiyi, "Yiyi, this is for you."
The amulet was not very useful to Lin Moyu.
If he ever needed to use the amulet, it wouldn’t be able to save him.
But for Ning Yiyi, the amulet could be life-saving.
Ning Yiyi understood and took the amulet, exclaiming, "A god-level healing amulet."
She quickly tried to return it to Lin Moyu, "I don’t want it, you keep it."
Lin Moyu pushed it back to her, "This amulet is useless to me. You keep it, so I can be at ease. Be good, listen to me!"
"Okay!" Ning Yiyi happily accepted the amulet.
Seeing Ning Yiyi accept the amulet, Lin Moyu smiled, "You all continue chatting."
He walked away, looking up at the sky.
A big show was about to unfold in the sky, and he wanted to see how his usually calm Teacher Meng would handle it.
Seeing Bai Yiyuan struggling with just one, Meng Anwen would probably have a headache with so many.
Just thinking about it made Lin Moyu find it amusing.
Ning Yiyi watched Lin Moyu’s back, deep in thought.
Mo Yun whispered, "I didn’t expect him to give you that."
Ning Yiyi nodded, "He’s worried about my safety."
Shu Han said softly, "Lin Xuedi is really good to you."
Ning Yiyi blushed, knowing how good Lin Moyu was to her.
Mo Yun whispered in Ning Yiyi’s ear, "You can’t keep holding him back."
Ning Yiyi nodded, "I understand."
"I know I can’t help him much, but at least I can’t be a burden."
"From now on, I’ll train on my own. It might be slower and harder, but I can’t hold him back."
Their levels were gradually diverging, and Ning Yiyi knew Lin Moyu’s leveling speed would only increase.
She couldn’t keep relying on him to carry her through dungeons, which would only slow him down.
Mo Yun said, "His enemies are getting stronger. If he can’t level up quickly, he might face enemies he can’t defeat in the future."
Shu Han added softly, "Lin Xuedi has his own path, different from ours."
Mo Yun said softly, "Everyone has their own path!"
Ning Yiyi clenched her small fists, "I have my path too. Grandpa said that if I follow my path to the end, I’ll be very powerful."
Shu Han laughed, "Of course, our little Yiyi has always been amazing."
The shadow of the Shenxia Tower solidified after a few minutes.
As it solidified, the elegant Meng Anwen appeared in the sky.
With the Shenxia Tower as his backdrop, Meng Anwen stood there, radiating brilliance.
His aura overshadowed everyone, incredibly powerful.
The crowd below gasped. Although Meng Anwen didn’t make a big show, his presence was overwhelmingly oppressive.
"An Shen, this is An Shen!"
"So strong, no wonder he’s the only dual god-level professional in the world, unprecedented."
"Too powerful, stronger than any god-level powerhouse before."
"I feel like the Shenxia Tower is just a backdrop for An Shen."
The crowd buzzed with excitement, amazed by Meng Anwen’s strength.
Even the god-level powerhouses were shocked. Ning Tairan whispered, "I didn’t expect this guy to become a high-level god-level before us."
"Level 96, so enviable!" Sword God Feng Chang’an said softly.
His body radiated sword energy, his battle intent burning, "I really want to spar with Old Meng."
Bai Yiyuan scoffed, "Forget it, fighting him is the most boring."
Feng Chang’an’s battle intent faded, "True, you can’t even find where he is, it’s no fun."
After Meng Anwen appeared, the women who had ascended earlier swarmed around him like bees, surrounding him.
The crowd below prepared to watch the show.
But moments later, the women dispersed, none lingering around Meng Anwen.
Meng Anwen passed through the crowd of flowers unscathed, descending gracefully, leaving everyone stunned.
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