Chapter 852: Chapter 23 Invitation_2 Chapter 852: Chapter 23 Invitation_2 After two years of steady accumulation, Jasmine could no longer suppress her cultivation level and was about to advance.

There is no significant difference in the Metamorphosis Period for all major schools.

So now, Jasmine, showing more of her straightforward nature after marriage, looked askance at Link everywhere.

Of course, this “being critical” was more teasing than genuinely critical.

As an “old married couple,” it’s only natural to have more “quarrels and mischief” to keep life bustling and prosperous.

The slightly over three-year-old Melia raised her head, cheered on her mother, and bared her teeth at her father, ranting “ferociously,” “What’s there to prepare? So annoying!”

Her milkily fierce tone and expression, coupled with shaking her head, directly amused Link.

Seeing that her “ferocity” didn’t intimidate her father, Melia was not pleased.

Pouting, she climbed down from her mother’s belly, tottered a few steps, then suddenly leaped and landed firmly on her father’s stomach, lightly thumping Link’s chest with her hands.

Alas, she just couldn’t keep up the pretense of being stubborn.

“Oh, Melia, you don’t want me anymore?”

Seeing this, Jasmine immediately felt a pang of jealousy.

Melia turned her head away, refusing to look at Jasmine, and muttered, “Melia is teaching Daddy a lesson.”

As she spoke, Melia symbolically lifted her small hand and tapped twice.

These actions successfully made Jasmine laugh.

A little one with the mind of an old soul, full of cunning.

If she wanted to be held by her father, she should’ve just said so, instead of playing these games.

Really…

Jasmine was both exasperated and amused before finally reaching out and pulling the rocking chair where Garona was lying, which had grown a lot, to her side, sighing, “Garona is still the best.”

With Link’s unceasing efforts, Garona had completely shaken off the influence of her Demon Snake Bloodline.

Personality-wise, she was no different from a normal little girl.

It’s just that Christina had been busy with revenge over the past few years and hadn’t even come to see Garona once, which left quite a few things hidden in Garona’s heart.

Fortunately, first there was the loving care from Assad and Renee and her husband, followed by Jasmine’s affection, so Garona’s psychological health did not suffer any problems.

The special suit Link designed for her had then “gone into hiding.”

After Garona turned eleven, it would be able to function immediately, guiding her onto the path of a Construction Wizard.

Assad, along with Renee and her husband, had a son and had asked Link well in advance to reserve a spot for a personal disciple.

In this matter, the couple’s trust in Link could be said to have broken through the heavens.

With his daughter’s “defection” to his side, Link had no time to pay attention to his little wife’s capricious moods as she unexpectedly entered a “rebellious phase.”

He dotedly played with his daughter Melia.

The dignified Fourth Level Sage was on the ground, humbly acting like a horse for his daughter, carrying her back and forth–a sight to behold.

Jasmine, unable to endure the view, gave Link a sharp kick when she left the backyard with Garona.

Joyous moments are always fleeting.

At nightfall.

Link and Jasmine each put Melia and Garona to bed before saying their goodbyes with a kiss.

Dean Frist had arranged to discuss important matters with Link this evening, which was highly formal.

Nostro Grande would also be in attendance.

Leaving his villa, Link quickly arrived at the location designated by Dean Frist.

In theory, Lotson Grande, who was about to go to the main world of Ravensmouth College for further study, should have arrived early.

When the two brothers met, they did not plan to greet each other with warmth and hugs.

Without going so far as to say they were total strangers, they were at least not close.

There was no helping it, one was a “special guest” awakened with innate wisdom, and the other was a Saint reincarnation who had broken through the fog of confusion.

The so-called bloodline connection didn’t count for much between the two of them.

They were merely bound together by mutual interests, truly ten out of ten cooperative partners.

After a short while, Dean Frist arrived as well.

“Sorry, sorry, I just had to deal with an urgent matter and am a bit late,” he said.

As soon as he entered, Dean Frist began to apologize.

Without waiting for Link or Lotson to ask any questions, Dean Frist continued, “Somehow, the World of the Gods has also opened a channel to the Parallel Universe and has connected with the hostile forces of the divine civilizations there. Elise sent a communication, reporting this incident. The Supreme Council is discussing overnight about how to handle this matter.”

Speaking of which, Dean Frist took out some top-quality green tea, which Sandra had recently cultivated in the Human Immortal Martial World on behalf of Link, and skillfully began to heat water and prepare the tea.

Lotson Grande was actually not interested in green tea.

However, even as a Saint reincarnation who had regained a substantial part of his powers, seeking refuge at Ravensmouth College before he was completely “grown” was still the best choice.

Therefore, Lotson still took a respectful sip of the tea poured by Dean Frist.

Link, of course, loved and understood tea.

After tasting it, he couldn’t help but comment, “The dean’s tea brewing skills have really improved.”

This was not insincere flattery, but rather a genuine heartfelt sentiment.

The same tea, the same water, the same tea set, brewed by different people, would taste different.

The heat, the technique, and even the state of mind, all had an impact.

Dean Frist smiled broadly, very satisfied with Link’s compliment.

Soon after, he put away his smile and turned serious, looking at Lotson and asking, “Have you really made up your mind to visit the Parallel Universe first? The current situation is no longer the same as before. The sworn enemies of the celestial divine civilization are increasing their counterattacks, and our mortal enemies–the civilization of the gods–have gotten involved as well. It’s quite chaotic over there now.”

After a moment’s pause, Dean Frist revealed another piece of news, “Unless there’s an unexpected change, the vanguard sent by the divine civilization is expected to arrive here next week. Once they familiarize themselves with the situation, they will directly enter our frontline battle against the civilization of the gods. The situation will become even more chaotic!”

“So, your suggestion is that I should first go study in the main world of the college?”

Lotson emphasized the word “study” as he spoke.

As a Saint reincarnation who had removed the haze of confusion, the educational system of Ravensmouth College, aside from helping Lotson understand the development of the Wizard Civilization World post the silence of the Saints, had little educational significance.

Whether he studied in the main world of the college or not had little effect on the restoration of Lotson’s strength.

However, senior members of Ravensmouth College, including Great Sage Revo and Great Sage Seuss, were very keen for Lotson to visit the college’s main world.

What they were thinking, Link knew, and Lotson was even clearer.

Dean Frist did not pressure him, simply stating, “We are only making suggestions and of course respect all your decisions.”

“Is that so?” Lotson asked as he took another sip of the tea that he didn’t particularly like, tasting the bitterness on his lips, he suddenly turned to Link, “When do you plan to go to the Parallel Universe? You can’t hide forever, can you? You don’t seem to be the kind of person who lets others make decisions for you, otherwise you wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to escape the resurrection contingency I left on you.”

“I’m in no rush,” Link said nonchalantly, “in fact, the celestial divine civilization, or Mr. Xu Jing, simply wanted to show that they value me. If they really valued me as much as they claim, Mr. Xu Jing wouldn’t have specifically pointed out my True Spirit’s origins and the remaining mysteries in front of so many from the Supreme Council.”

“You’re very clear-headed,” commented Lotson, not sure whether to praise or criticize, then suddenly changed the subject, “Since you’re not in a hurry to go to the Parallel Universe, I’m in no rush to make that trip either. I’ll first visit your college’s main world, and have a good discussion with your Great Sage Revo and Great Sage Seuss.”

“Thank you,” Dean Frist immediately refilled Lotson’s cup with tea, as a gesture of gratitude.

Great Sage Revo had been a Level Eight Great Sage for quite some time now. In the midst of an unprecedented great upheaval in thousands of years, coupled with the pressure of Great Sage Mitchell possibly ascending to a Saint in the Parallel Universe, how could he just leisurely aim for becoming a Level Nine Great Sage?

Since the Saint reincarnation was at Ravensmouth College, it would be absurd not to invite him to share his experiences.

Otherwise, why bother to curry such favor?

Do good deeds for the sake of being good?

Let those who wish to do so, do it!