Chapter 82 Chapter 82 Li Yian has been in the dream...

Li Yian has been in the dream for more than three months, and under the guidance of the original owner, he has been practicing spiritual power again.

Yet, she could always sense Mu Yang's presence beside her. Her dim dreams suddenly took on color, with white petals scattered across the sky and the faint fragrance of orchids drifting off into the distance on the breeze.

Li Yian stood under the osmanthus tree, looking down at his palms, where a pulsating spiritual energy was gradually appearing.

"Even if you've memorized all the spells, the reason you still can't comprehend the technique isn't because you lack aptitude, but because you're too impatient. Spiritual cultivation requires maintaining a calm mindset," the original owner said. "It has nothing to do with diligence; it's all about your heart."

"Heart······"

"The Theological Society's magic was created to protect the world. You must always keep this in mind when practicing."

Li Yian was stunned and looked up at the ghost beside her. This villain in the novel, the man who wanted to destroy the world, actually said the words "protect the world" to her.

The original owner, seeing her questioning look, snorted coldly. "I was once one of the most outstanding students in the Academy of Literature."

Li Yian lowered her head and silently circulated the spiritual energy in her body. She could feel the spiritual energy in her body gradually gathering together, becoming more and more. At the same time, she also felt that her long-lost strength was slowly showing signs of recovery.

"Why are you helping me? If you want me to avenge Mu Yang for you, I'm sorry, I can't do it."

"My enemy isn't Mu Yang, it's the spectators." The original owner's eyes gradually grew sinister. The monster that had manipulated her fate countless times, leading her to the abyss of despair, was the monster that had imprisoned her for ten thousand years, feeding on her resentment.

Li Yian was slightly startled, trying to scrutinize her expression for any flaws. Would this scheming villain so easily forgive Mu Yang, who had struck her to death with a thunderbolt?

She couldn't believe it.

However, the original owner's soul gradually faded and disappeared in the mist.

"Leave this place! If you stay here and die of old age in reality, I won't let you go."

Li Yian was speechless when he heard her words.

She looked up at the lush osmanthus tree and thought of her first encounter with Cheng Qiu's soul, which was under the osmanthus tree, and felt melancholy.

Time has diluted the sadness, and it seems that the heartache I felt at the beginning is no longer there, but deep in my heart, I am afraid that I will never forget all the memories I spent with Cheng Qiu.

If there is an afterlife, we will continue our relationship.

Li Yian slowly lowered his head, turned and left.

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A chill wind blew, and snow began to fall. This was the first snow of the year, and the students of the Theological Society all looked up. The white snow seemed to wash away all impurities, as if it could also purify one's heart.

But Ah Quan had no desire to watch the snow fall like the other students in the College of Arts, who were feeling melancholy about the passing of spring. He squatted by the bushes, cutting dead branches and complaining with a headache, "Li Yian hasn't woken up yet, and the Theological Society is about to fall apart."

On the other side, a student from the martial arts academy who was also squatting and cutting branches scratched his head, looking confused. "What's the change?"

Ah Quan rolled his eyes at the simple-minded but strong-limbed classmate next to him and said, "Don't you think the atmosphere in the Theology Society is weird right now? Mu Yang and Mu Yin have completely turned things around."

Seeing that his classmates from the martial arts academy seemed to understand but not quite, A Quan sighed. It seemed that only Qi Yang could keep up with his wisdom.

Maybe other people couldn't understand it, but A Quan was a smart man. He saw that Mu Yin was gradually replacing Mu Yang's influence in the Theological Society, and the fuse was Li Yian.

He had noticed it that day when they were exploring the tunnels together. There was something wrong with Mu Yin's straightforward agreement to join the Theological Society.

The Theological Society seems to be starting to fight among itself, but there are also dangerous monsters outside lurking around, which really gives A Quan a headache.

Ah Quan thought of the terrifying monster that suddenly appeared in the dim tunnel and nearly killed them. They relied on the temporary cover of the Demon Ring to escape frantically.

After returning to report to the High Priest, the High Priest asked them to stay in the seminary for the time being and go back to investigate when the weather gets cooler, because those monsters seemed to be more afraid of the cold.

It is snowing now, and in a few days they will explore the mechanism tunnel again.

But considering that Li Yian is still in a coma and the Theological Society is showing signs of splitting, it is really worrying.

A Quan was worried here, while in the backyard, Xiaoxi drew a bucket of water from the well. In the past few days, she has been responsible for washing the body of the comatose Li Yian.

A girl beside the stream looked at the flower forest boredly.

In the flower forest, a crowd gathered around a beautiful, bewitching man. The smile on his lips was both charming and contemptuous, captivating everyone, eager to speak to him. But hidden from view, the man's eyes were gloomy.

The girl saw all of this.

The girl said sullenly, "They all like Mu Yin very much recently. Even the High Priest asked Mu Yin to stay and take on an important position. But I don't like Mu Yin. His temperament is too evil. Oh, and I haven't seen Mu Yang much recently."

"Mu Yang..." The girl couldn't help but smile when she saw the handsome man in white at the end of the corridor, and hurriedly wanted to walk up to him.

Xiaoxi hurriedly grabbed the girl's arm and said, "Don't go over there. He hasn't been talking to anyone lately."

The girl was stunned. "How is that possible? Muyang people are the best."

Xiaoxi smiled bitterly. Because she was responsible for taking care of Li Yian, she had seen Mu Yang many times. But Mu Yang always had a cold expression and didn't speak. He just sat beside Li Yian's bed, lost in thought.

Xiaoxi had asked him questions worriedly several times, but he always ignored her. When he was really annoyed, he frowned and asked her to leave.

After being rejected so many times, Xiaoxi no longer had the heart to chat with him.

"Mu Yang has changed." Xiaoxi said.

The girl really didn't believe what Xiaoxi said. In her impression, Mu Yang was gentle and kind, always smiling and being nice to everyone. "I don't believe it. I'm going to find him."

After the girl said that, she ran to the end of the corridor regardless of Xiaoxi's obstruction.

Xiaoxi saw the girl finally catch up with Mu Yang, panting, and ran to Mu Yang, opening her mouth to say something to Mu Yang.

Mu Yang was facing away with her back to Xiaoxi. Xiaoxi couldn't see Mu Yang's expression, but she saw that the girl was embarrassed and ashamed. Her pretty face turned red and white, tears came out, and then she covered her face and ran back.

The girl next to him sobbed and complained, "He said not to talk to him unless necessary in the future."

Xiaoxi sighed slightly, as if she had anticipated the result.

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In the study, An Si folded the letter, and the paper crane carrying spiritual power picked up the letter and flew away.

Mu Yin joined the Theological Society's College of Arts a few days ago. On the day of enrollment, he took a blood test as usual, and sure enough, he tested positive for divine blood.

This means that there is more than one god who has reincarnated into this world.

But he couldn't find out which god Mu Yin was reincarnated from, and he didn't know whether it would be a blessing or a curse to recruit Mu Yin into the Academy of Literature.

When he saw Mu Yin and Mu Yang fighting that day, it was clear that Mu Yin's divine power was stronger than Mu Yang's. Mu Yang was obsessed with love and had forgotten about justice. Perhaps Mu Yin was the destined person to kill the onlookers in his place?

He wrote a letter to Li Xuan, hoping that Li Xuan would return to the Theological Society, on the one hand to assist Mu Yin, and on the other hand so that if Li Xuan found that something was wrong with Mu Yin, he would be able to stop Mu Yin from doing evil.

Watching the paper crane fly away, An Si turned around and looked at the desk piled with letters.

Students from all over the country sent him letters, saying that they had contacted the local immortals and everything was ready.

Once An Si gives the order, they are all willing to assist the Theological Society in purifying the evil in the world.

An Si's eyes gradually darkened. Perhaps his fate of fighting against evil for a hundred years was about to come to an end.

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When Li Yian woke up, it was seven days after she fell into a coma.

It was dawn, and the trees outside the window were shrouded in darkness. Inside the house, the candle on the table emitted an orange glow.

A man was lying quietly on the edge of her bed, his head resting on his arm, his eyebrows slightly closed, his eyelashes thick and long, his face as white as jade, and his appearance handsome. It was Mu Yang.

She was slightly startled and wanted to sit up. Her movement woke up Mu Yang from his deep sleep. Mu Yang's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes. Seeing that Li Yian was awake, his eyes lit up.

"Yian."

Li Yian sat against the headboard, her head still aching, but she managed to ignore the discomfort. She didn't understand why Mu Yang was in her room, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

Mu Yang put his hand on her forehead. Her fever had subsided and she looked in good spirits.

Without waiting for Li Yian's response, Mu Yang hurried out of the house.

After a while, Mu Yang came in with a small pot of porridge on a tray and placed the tray on the small table beside the bed. He gently poured the porridge from the pot into the porcelain bowl, placed the spoon into the bowl, and then handed the bowl to Li Yian.

Ever since Mu Yang brought in the porridge, the rich aroma of the meat porridge spread throughout the house.

She had once had the good fortune to eat the flower cakes made by Mu Yang, and was astonished by them. Unexpectedly, she was even luckier to eat the porridge cooked by Mu Yang. With Mu Yang's exceptional cooking skills, even though the porridge hadn't been imported yet, she could already imagine how delicious it would be.

Li Yian had already gotten out of bed and was sitting at the table. Outwardly calm, he was already jubilantly setting off fireworks. He eagerly took the porcelain bowl. It was neither too hot nor too cold, the temperature just right.

When Li Yian scooped a small spoonful into his mouth, he actually felt like crying. What kind of magical thing is this?

Li Yian ate the meal mouthful after mouthful with an expressionless face, then he ate directly from the pot, lifting the pot and slurping the last drop of soup into his mouth.

Seeing Mu Yang staring at her in amazement, Li Yian blushed slightly and said modestly, "It tastes okay."

"Then I will cook for you often in the future." Mu Yang smiled happily, with a shallow dimple.

Fortunately, there was a knock on the door, which eased Li Yian's embarrassment. Li Yian quickly stood up and said, "Come in."

When Li Yian's voice was heard, the door was pushed open and a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old walked in happily carrying a basin of water.

"Li Yian! You're awake..." The voice suddenly weakened.

As soon as the girl saw Mu Yang, her face stiffened slightly and she quickly lowered her head.

She put the basin on the table and said, "I'm going out first." Then she turned and left.