Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 382 Healing Magic

It was quite rare that she hadn't spent all her money on this trip before it was time to leave.

The day before she learned she was leaving, Huangwu, who had been responsible for all her expenses for the past ten days, sighed, "Fortune tellers always like to say I have bad luck with money, isn't that a good thing?"

“What a coincidence,” the Elf Master said, revealing a bittersweet feeling that only those with similar experiences could understand, “a fortune teller also said the same thing to me.”

"It is clear that most fortune tellers are after money and cannot be trusted."

It's hard to say about other things, but Miya Xing is already very good at categorizing goods, and I really think that these two are very accurate in predicting their financial fortune.

It's not that we can't make money, it's that we can't keep it.

The two of them were like miserly spendthrifts.

However, given their "good temper"—they would throw a tantrum if anything went wrong—he wisely kept quiet and said nothing.

It was at dusk that the Elf Lord proposed to return.

Due to the influence of radiation, the aurora here exists day and night. At dusk... "Ah, it twists and swirls around me like a rainbow come to life, it's trying to possess me!"

Any scenery will taste different in someone's mouth.

“It’s quite unlucky,” the elven cult leader agreed, then asked her, “I left home… I travel around to develop more followers. Are you interested in joining our Shengwu Cult?”

"No."

This dialogue took place multiple times over the past ten days.

Each time the place was deserted, there was no awkwardness of spending people's money and then refusing them.

Each time, the Elf Master never showed any embarrassment or annoyance at being refused money.

“Alright,” the Elf Master said, looking as if he already knew the answer, with a hint of mystery and a sly smile that suggested his rejection was only temporary. “We’ve had enough fun here, so see you next time.”

"Mystery Star."

After he left, she called out his name, which was unusual for her, and she didn't mispronounce it.

Miya Xing was stunned for a while before he realized that it was really calling him.

"what happened?"

"I feel like a piece of my body is missing."

Does it mean there's one less like-minded person to join her in pointing fingers at the various magical races of the universe?

Do you know what's missing?

"What?" With absolutely no interest in knowing, he followed up with her question.

"Just like watching someone steal a warehouse full of treasures in the wizarding world, I lost my money bag."

"Desolation, that's a warehouse full of treasure chests, no one would treat treasures like sand and just pile them up haphazardly."

He originally thought that the space filled with treasures he saw deep in her memory that day was just a product of memories that have been blurred and filled in over time.

So, we've already started to stray from the truth?

“You’re mistaken,” she corrected, turning around all the streets in this area before setting her sights on other towns.

The map was shoved right in front of Miya Star in the blink of an eye.

"Have you had enough fun again?"

"You have no manners," she said, giving him a light tap on the head. Mi Yaxing didn't flinch. "Get back to work."

He figured it out; she wouldn't be willing to go back until she spent all the money she brought.

However, this time she had no choice but to accept it.

The darkness came knocking.

Unlike the Demon Lord of the Dark Desert who was wary of him from time to time, Mi Yaxing realized that Dark Night had no one in his eyes except for desolation.

As the physical form of Haiti, Dark Night's magical abilities are undoubtedly the strongest among all the spirit stone forms.

It's not surprising that such a person doesn't respect others.

Surprisingly, Dark Night seemed to care a lot about Ruibusi.

"No need to look for Wujiandan, go back to the meeting."

"A meeting? What for? Has the Emperor come up with some new tricks in his painting?"

She remained firmly in the recliner, refusing to budge, and An Ye didn't urge her, instead explaining in more detail:

“His previous targeting of the Instant Egg was because he wanted to improve his strength.”

Not aiming doesn't necessarily mean they don't need the energy.

"The people below can go find the Infinite Egg; the Emperor has a new target."

"What? Oh~ that?"

"Yes, he has found a way in there and needs to prepare a new plan."

"Hasn't he been planning all along?" Despite saying that, Huangwu still sat up.

Miya Xing knew she had to pack her things again.

He could understand their conversation.

The Dark Emperor temporarily shifted his main focus away from the Infinite Egg and returned it to the power of the Dark God.

The two incredibly similar "times" could not have diverged too much in their course. From the perspective of his "later generation," the Dark Emperor certainly could not have achieved this plan.

One possible reason is that the diamond ring and Baily's beads haven't appeared yet.

If the Dark Emperor wants to obtain the power of the Dark God, he must have a foolproof opportunity.

"Um……"

The Dark Emperor already knew that the key to obtaining power lay in the five spirit stones.

And what about her? Does she know?

With everything packed, the next step is to find the shortest route back to the Dark Clan.

To his surprise, the desolation did not leave; it seemed to be waiting for him.

"Why are you so slow?"

Anyone could tell that there was no accusation in her words.

Mi Yaxing immediately sensed something was wrong. Before he could figure out why this was happening, the next second, An Ye's gaze fell on him for the first time, and a chill ran down his spine.

People react differently when they sense a threat; some freeze in place, while others run away immediately.

Miya Xing pursed her lips, afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would say the words "heartless".

"Alright, stop spacing out all day," she said, her hand around his waist, her tension instantly easing. "Dark Night will take us back~"

She seemed quite confident in the magic of the night, and trusted the night itself as well...

"Hiss—" A sharp pain shot through her waist as she suddenly pinched the soft flesh there hard.

"If you dare to throw up on me later, you'll be in for a world of hurt." A sinister threatening voice.

There's no need to resort to such underhanded tactics beforehand: "I won't."

He's getting used to traveling around with her every day, eating eight meals a day in different places.

Do not--

He hasn't adapted yet.

"Well……"

A strong sense of discomfort rushed to his brain, making him feel dizzy and disoriented. Just then, someone, as if afraid he would throw up, immediately let go of his hand when they arrived at the destination.

He still had a shred of conscience, and magic gave him a boost, preventing him from falling to the ground.

Desolation looked at the weakened servant for a moment, then turned to Dark Night: "Do you know healing magic?"

The other person looked at her and said, "No need."

That's true. People like them don't need healing. After the fight, forcefully applying energy to the wound is more effective than any magic.

The only problem is that the Dark Emperor likes to cause trouble in order to increase their obedience.

"Then there's nothing we can do."

The darkness vanished without their noticing, leaving only the two of them.

He slumped weakly in the chair, occasionally gagging, and she moved a few steps away when she saw this.

"Alas, the human body is still too fragile."

Watching the spectacle, one might utter a sarcastic remark:

"You should go find the book of soul-summoning spells and learn healing magic properly."

However, his magic is not healing-related, and even the simplest and most basic healing techniques would be very difficult for him to learn.

Why would she think that way? Of course, a servant should endure some hardship in order to better serve her!

"Although most people outside look down on healing magic, well..." Healing magic is indeed quite useless. Oh well, "You're so fragile, you should still learn some."

Forget all this nonsense, we'll just throw the person to the soul-summoning service later.

She didn't need to consider the fact that Miya Star was completely unable to learn healing magic.

Just hand the person over to the person most skilled in magic, even if there's no existing magic to learn, and let the Soul Summoner create a new one that can be learned.

Raise your hand.

Then I put it down.

Let's bring them away later.

What if he throws up on her?

"Desolate, barren..." He was finally able to stand up straight, albeit with difficulty. "Can we talk about this in a couple of days?"

Speaking was very difficult in his state, and he didn't want to open his mouth.

But he feared that if he spoke up too late, she would be forced to learn magic despite his illness because of her unpredictable ideas.