Chapter 524: Dragon Tomb

"Indeed, adjustments are needed."

Li Mochen gave a slight nod: "I will dispatch an additional three legendary mages to participate, along with Mr. Douglas Duncan."

None of those present showed any surprise.

After the battle, the Void Night King had spared only Professor Alex Granshaw's scrying spell. So everyone here had been fortunate enough to witness the scene in the Astral Realm.

Li Mochen had already obtained the phylacteries of three liches, and within at most twelve hours, they would 'rebirth' through those phylacteries. This meant the Rising Sun Group's strength in spellcasters had been further reinforced, filling this shortcoming.

"Next is Philip I, along with his many allies."

Li Mochen continued: "Clark, we must know their every move. Best to find out exactly what that ancestor of the Wiltons is preparing."

"I'll do my best, Boss!"

Clark Banfield lacked confidence. At this moment, both sides were doing their utmost to probe each other's secrets while ensuring their own critical information did not leak.

For a newly emerged power, it was inherently at a disadvantage. Even though he had once been one of the most outstanding intelligence directors of the FBI, he was still helpless.

"I only need you to do your best. But our intelligence department must at least keep a close watch on the movements of those demigods and legends."

Li Mochen looked around at those present: "Before we adjourn, one final reminder. I estimate that war will come within three months. During this time, please do your utmost to improve yourselves and enhance your survival capabilities. This will be an epic-level war; no one can afford to be侥幸. Additionally, I will provide an extra eight billion gold shields in funding. Same rules as before: if any of you believe you can increase your strength and职业等级 in the near future and have sufficient repayment ability or collateral, you can apply for loans and subsidies from Eliza."

His words lifted the spirits of everyone present.

Four months ago, Li Mochen had established a fund pool of fifteen billion gold shields to help all Extraordinary-level and above magic professionals under his command improve their strength.

But as the fund pool continued to shrink, it had become increasingly difficult to apply for loans and subsidies in the past month.

As the assembled crowd gradually departed, Clark Banfield stayed behind alone. The intelligence director of the Rising Sun Group handed a crystal to Li Mochen.

"Boss, the task you gave me earlier is complete. This magic crystal can be used to locate that magic tower."

Li Mochen's eyes lit up. He took the crystal in his hand and focused his senses on it. He found that the coordinates inside were constantly changing.

"This came from another god walking the earth. I paid a considerable price to obtain it. I'll send the bill to Miss Targaryen later."

Clark Banfield hesitated as he spoke: "Boss, if you're planning to do something next, be very careful. This is a true archmage whose power surpasses that of Ms. Christie Blythe."

In fact, any true archmage surpassed Ms. Christie Blythe.

The latter's power relied more on the authority of the 'Statue of Liberty' left in the mortal world. And there were eight mages like Ms. Blythe in the New Continent Magic Association—these mages were nominated by the president and appointed by congressional vote, forming part of America's national power.

True archmages, on the other hand, could cast forbidden spells faster and with greater power, and they usually possessed strong divine authority.

"I know."

Li Mochen's expression turned serious as he stored the crystal into his 'Void Ring': "Don't worry, I won't act rashly. I'll choose the right time, Clark. And you have another task. You heard what Michelle said just now, right? From now on, spare no expense to find out about this matter."

...

In the master bedroom of Wenjian Manor, clothes were scattered messily on the floor.

Angela's pretty face flushed crimson as she panted, lying prone on the bed, her fair forehead covered with beads of sweat.

"That's too much! I'm never doing it with you again. If I ever let you trick me into bed again, I'm a pig!"

She was now a twelfth-level Illusionist, an eleventh-level Dragon-Blooded Sorcerer, and an eighth-level Magus Warrior. By all accounts, her physical stamina should be formidable. Yet there is always a stronger hand.

Li Mochen, whose class level was only fifteen, already rivaled a Legend in physical prowess.

And the 'Harmony' between magic-energy professionals was not merely a 'Harmony' exercise. It also involved the 'Harmony' of the magic source within the body, even the 'Harmony' of the soul—which brought great benefits to both of them.

In this world, both Eastern and Western cultivation traditions had some 'Harmony' techniques. In modern times, the most顶级 'Harmony' secrets originating from the country of Shen Du had further elevated the global standard.

Both Li Mochen and Angela were very erudite and lacked no such techniques. They could enhance their pleasure while benefiting both mind and body.

In these three months, Li Mochen had increased his physical fitness by eight percent and his mental strength by twelve percent.

However, this kind of activity was also very energy-consuming, after all, they were not professional 'Harmony' partners, nor had they made the 'Harmony' method the foundation of their cultivation.

"Are you sure, Angie? I think you'd better think it over. I don't want to call you Piggy Angie later."

Li Mochen lay on the bed in excellent spirits, savoring the pleasure that came from the depths of his soul.

The first time three months ago had brought Li Mochen immense satisfaction, directly advancing his soul fusion progress to over ninety percent.

And every time after that when he did this with Angela, their souls would further merge.

This left Li Mochen with mixed feelings. How to put it? He somewhat felt that the enmity of parents should not extend to their children, especially the beautiful ones.

But then he thought of some things, and the joyful mood gradually faded. He couldn't help frowning slightly, his expression turning serious.

"Is it about Philip I?"

Angela sensed his change in mood and immediately crawled over, using her finger to smooth his furrowed brow.

"Didn't you just force the Medici family to retreat and also got a trump card? No matter how strong the killer move Philip I has prepared, it will be hard for him to defeat you."

She felt a little sad, thinking she was just a vase by Li Mochen's side.

But it would be better in a while; by then she would have the strength to help Li Mochen.

"Philip? I'm not worried about him—"

What Li Mochen was actually thinking about was Jennifer's matter, and the Medici family's coveting of Angela. Both of these were things he was not confident about.

So now, he still had to find a way to improve his own strength.

But then he reined in his thoughts. Things had to be taken step by step; thinking about these things now was useless.

"Angie, make some preparations recently. Within half a month at most, we might go to the Dragon Tomb. I want to take you with me—"

"The Dragon Tomb? Is it for Hazel?"

Angela understood Li Mochen's intention. He most likely wanted to find a better dragon skeleton for her to strengthen her Illusory Dragon Control.

Just then, she suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of Hazel, A-Mo, you should care more about her. Do you know what great feats she accomplished this month? She beat four classmates into the hospital. Adding last month's, that's the twelfth one. My friend Miss Lindon has gone gray with worry and doesn't know how to tell you."

Li Mochen was stunned, then frowned.