Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

The moment those five words were uttered, Lin Bai's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

That same phrase again.

A scene involuntarily came to mind.

Volcanic ruins, collapsed magic circles, blood-red petals fluttering in the air, and Xia Tong holding a red paper umbrella.

As she was leaving, she leaned close to her ear and said the same sentence in the exact same tone.

Now, Lu Changyuan said again.

Damn it!

Lin Bai felt a surge of irritation.

be sick.

So, do you all like to play riddles?

Can't you just be more direct and explain what's going to happen?

What is it now that we don't have enough time?

"Um."

Lin Bai's Adam's apple bobbed, and he gave a stiff reply.

Then, he raised his finger and pointed to the sky.

"Perhaps time is indeed running out for you."

"But I'm different..." Lin Bai paused for a moment, "...I will wait for you."

After saying that, ignoring the shock on Lu Changyuan and Gu Hui's faces, he opened the door, stepped out, and closed the door behind him.

As for whether the two of them can understand it.

What does it have to do with me?

Let alone the two of you, I can't even understand what I'm saying myself.

Don't you like to speak in riddles?

Guess! Guess as much as you want!

......

Su Wan leaned against the wall in the corridor, looking down and fiddling with the cuffs of her pure white robe.

Hearing the noise, she looked up, took a few steps to Lin Bai, and naturally placed her hand in his palm.

"Honey," Su Wan tilted her head, "Where are we going to stay?"

Lin Bai paused in his steps.

His Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't finish his sentence.

Where to stay?

That really stumped him.

Since arriving at this academy, he has spent most of his time working hard, and uses the little free time he has left to meditate.

Sleep? For advanced alchemists, mental energy circulation is enough to eliminate fatigue.

The college seemed to have assigned dormitories, but he couldn't even remember the room number.

There is no need for a fixed place of residence.

But that's clearly not going to work now.

With Su Wan by his side, he needed a home.

He opened his mouth, wondering how to begin.

At the corner of the corridor, a short, stout figure carrying a stack of rolls walked by with his head down.

Lin Bai's eyes lit up. He grabbed Su Wan's hand and took three big steps forward, directly blocking the person and pressing down on the other person's broad shoulder with one hand.

"Brother, I need your help in an emergency."

Qian Duo, clutching the scroll, recoiled in fright, only managing to catch his breath after recognizing the person who had approached him.

"Brother Lin? You just came from the dean's office, who would dare to cause you trouble?"

Lin Bai spoke very quickly: "Buy me an apartment."

Qian Duo's mouth opened slightly, and his chubby cheeks twitched.

I went through a thousand options for a critical moment in my mind, but this wasn't one of them.

"what?"

"It should have a yard, a nice environment, and ideally, you should be able to just bring your bags and walk in."

"The sooner the better."

......

A three-story detached house on the shore of Liuli Lake.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and onto the floor.

Lin Bai sat cross-legged on a futon in the quiet room on the second floor.

The sound of chopping vegetables on a cutting board came from the kitchen downstairs, water was running through the iron wok, followed by the sizzling sound of hot oil being poured into it.

The aroma of scallions climbed up the stairs, wafting into my nose.

Lin Bai leaned against the wall, a smile on his face.

He listened quietly for a while, then composed himself and closed his eyes.

As the mind sinks, a vast ocean of consciousness surges.

The image of ancient parchment floats in the center of my mind.

Promotion.

Now is the best time.

Dean Gu Hui granted the entire academy access to spell techniques, and the contents of the sixth, seventh, and eighth-order scrolls were already imprinted in his mind.

The apocalyptic massacre in the Crimson Land allowed him to accumulate an extremely terrifying world essence.

Everything is ready.

The mind locks onto the sixth-order spell area.

[Consuming 20,000 units of World Essence, deducing the sixth-order technique "Void Walk"]

[Consuming 20,000 units of World Origin, deducing the sixth-order spell "Gravity Collapse"]

......

The parchment trembled violently, and the ancient characters on it twisted and rearranged as if they were alive.

A vast stream of knowledge transformed into a ribbon of light, violently pouring into the sea of ​​consciousness.

There is no threshold for understanding, no years of arduous practice.

As long as there is an origin, parchment can forcibly engrave truth into the soul.

The boundaries of the mental sea expanded dramatically, and the originally liquefied mental energy began to condense into dazzling crystals.

A sixth-order alchemist has been achieved.

Lin Bai did not pause.

The mind turned to the seventh-order spell group.

[Consuming 100,000 units of World Origin, deducing the seventh-order spell "Silent Thunder Prison"]

[Consuming 100,000 units of World Essence, deducing the seventh-order technique "Spatial Folding"]

......

Five seventh-tier spells were lit up in succession.

A raging storm surged within the spiritual sea, crystals colliding and coalescing into a majestic altar of the soul.

An invisible mental storm erupted centered on Lin Bai, causing the defensive array patterns in the quiet room to light up with a blinding white light and creak under the strain.

The sounds of stir-frying continued downstairs, and Su Wan hummed an unknown tune.

Lin Bai suppressed his overflowing spiritual power within the quiet room, not allowing the slightest fluctuation to disturb the lively atmosphere downstairs.

Seventh-tier alchemist, broken.

There's still quite a bit left.

Lin Bai mentally reviewed the list.

My gaze fell upon the eighth rank.

[Consuming 500,000 units of World Essence, deducing the eighth-order technique "Soul Vibration"]

A dazzling pillar of light erupted from the soul altar in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, shooting straight into the sky above the sea of ​​consciousness.

Lin Bai felt tinnitus and dizziness, as if his brain was being repeatedly hammered in a forging furnace.

With each strike, the soul grows stronger.

His mental strength finally crossed that insurmountable chasm, and he officially stepped into the eighth rank.

Just as he was about to continue.

The light on the parchment dimmed.

Lin Bai opened his eyes and was shocked to find that... he had used up all his money.

When the Tongtian Peak Secret Realm was destroyed, the ninth-tier crimson behemoth ran rampant everywhere.

He spent a full two weeks killing people inside.

That's how we accumulated millions of world origins.

They used it all up?

Lin Bai sighed, but quickly cheered up again.

Eighth-tier alchemist...

This means that he can reactivate the two secret bodies!

We'll have to choose carefully!

Six unlit marks lie dormant on the spine.

Tricks, space, divine ways, deception, fate, and the sword-shaped inscription obtained from Lu Changyuan.

Without much hesitation, he focused his attention directly on the last option—the Secret Body of the Sword.

The current situation can only be described as urgent, and even that would be an overstatement.

The Netherworld Sect offered a bounty across three thousand miles for his life. Xia Tong and Lu Changyuan repeatedly whispered in his ear, "Time is running out."

The thorns stuck in his back, forcing him to run forward.

While the first five secret bodies were indeed useful, he was also fully aware of their ability mechanisms.

However, relying solely on these methods is insufficient to break through the current turbulent situation.

What Lu Changyuan left behind is the variable.

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