Necromancer: I Am A Disaster Chapter 62 - If You Wrestle With A Pig, You'll Get Dirty

Jiang Taotao’s expression remained calm and composed. The others, however, couldn’t hide their surprise.

“Only level 17? Is this a joke?”

“You can’t just bring any Tom, Dick, or Harry in here.”

A man wielding a stave strode into the courtyard, a tough of arrogance and conceit in his tone.

Ning Yiyi frowned, “Ling Zhen, watch your mouth. Moyu is this year’s imperial top scorer.”

Ling Zhen sneered, “So what? An imperial top scorer means nothing here. I’ve seen them before—every single one was trash.”

His disdain was palpable, directed not only at Lin Moyu but at the title of imperial top scorer itself.

And judging by the looks on the others’ faces, they agreed. None of them seemed impressed by the title of imperial top scorer.

"Ling Zhen, all that comes out of your mouth is garbage." Ning Yiyi snapped.

Ling Zhen scoffed and turned away from her, lifting his chin in contempt, “You’re Lin Moyu, right? I know you were brought in by White God. Don’t think that gives you any special privileges.”

“At Qianlong Institute, strength is everything. It’s fine if you come along for the trial by fire—but stay quiet. Don’t hold us back. If you become a burden…” His eyes narrowed, “I’ll deal with you myself.”

Lin Moyu blinked, surprised by just how arrogant this guy was. He’d met arrogant people before—Xia Xue of the Xia Family came to mind. But this one? He was on another level entirely.

“Are you stupid?” Lin Moyu suddenly spoke up.

Ling Zhen’s face darkened, “What did you say?!”

His stave flared with red fire, and powerful energy fluctuations surged through the air.

Ning Yiyi stepped in front of Lin Moyu, “Don’t you dare, Ling Zhen.”

Jiang Taotao joined her, blocking in front of Ling Zhen, “That’s enough.”

Ling Zhen stared at Jiang Taotao for a long moment. Then, reluctantly, the fire on his stave faded as he reined in his aura.

“For your sake, Sister Peach, I’ll let it go.” He muttered.

With one last glare at Lin Moyu, he stepped aside without another word.

However, Ling Zhen’s resentment toward Lin Moyu was obvious.

Jiang Taotao turned to Lin Moyu, “We’ll depart from here tomorrow at 9 am. As for the trial by fire’s details, I’ll explain everything then.”

Lin Moyu nodded, “Understood.”

“Let’s get some supplies and prepare.” Ning Yiyi said, tugging on Lin Moyu’s arm and pulling him along.

Jiang Taotao watched them leave, then sighed quietly, “Ling Zhen, I know you’re upset. But you can’t let personal feelings interfere with the trial. Besides, he was recommended by White God. You should tread more carefully.”

Ling Zhen scowled, “I know my boundaries. I’m just irritated. If we’re bringing someone along, they should at least be useful. What even is a Necromancer? Have you ever heard of that class before?”

Jiang Taotao shook her head, “No, I haven’t. But he is this year’s imperial top scorer. That might not mean much to us, but to achieve that position, he must be capable.”

Someone chimed in, “Necromancer seems to be a new class that emerged this year, and it's said to be a unique one.”

Ling Zhen snorted, “A new class pops up every few years, but they’re usually worthless.”

Meanwhile, Ning Yiyi and Lin Moyu arrived at the Imperial Trade Office.

“Don’t waste your time arguing with that lunatic.” She said, “He’s not worth it.”

Lin Moyu replied calmly, “If you wrestle with a pig, you’ll get dirty.”

“Haha!” Ning Yiyi couldn't help but laugh. She hadn’t expected Lin Moyu to have this side to him.

At the Imperial Trade Office, Lin Moyu quickly sold off all the items he had gathered from the Xihai Mine Dungeon.

He chose not to consign them for sale.

For the materials, he used them to complete the trade office’s collection quests. For weapons and equipment, he sold them directly to the trade office.

Weapons were ranked in ascending order: iron, bronze, silver, gold, platinum, and diamond.

Above those were the legendary and mythical ranks.

Bronze rank weapons were considered entry-level gear, suitable for class users between levels 10 and 20. They weren’t particularly valuable—most sold for around 10,000 gold coins apiece.

After clearing out his storage space, Lin Moyu earned 230,000 gold coins. It wasn’t a huge sum, but it was enough to last him for a while.

“Since the trial’s tomorrow.” Ning Yiyi said, “You should pick up some Red and Blue Potions.”

Red and Blue Potions were common consumables—healing and spirit-restoring, respectively.

Red Potions were named for their color and used to treat injuries. Blue Potions restored spirit force and, similarly, took their name from their hue.

These two were staples for every class user.

[Elementary Health Potion: restores health, suitable for class users below level 20. Cooldown: 1 hour.]

[Elementary Spirit Potion: restores spirit force, suitable for class users below level 20. Cooldown: 1 hour.]

Each potion cost 1,000 gold coins. Following Ning Yiyi’s advice, Lin Moyu bought 10 bottles of each, spending 20,000 gold coins.

He also purchased two Elementary Skill Scrolls for a total of 200,000 gold coins, leaving him with only 10,000 left.

Money really did burn fast.

Next, the two headed to the Academic Trade Office to buy a communicator for 100 points.

The communicator resembled a sleek watch—convenient to wear, and essential for every student.

They added each other as contacts, enabling instant communication.

Ning Yiyi waved her fingers and flashed a grin, “Now I can harass you anytime, anywhere.”

Lin Moyu glanced at her—delicate, lively, almost butterfly-like—and a faint smile appeared on his face.