Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 291 Goodbye Leona...

"Wait, he went to the Moon Cult. Could it be that he likes his sister?" Leona's eyes flashed with surprise as she watched Mo Lang head straight to the Moon Cult.

She couldn't understand why the other person wouldn't accept her even though she had confessed her feelings.

Thinking of this, she immediately got up and rushed towards the Moon Sect.

The Moon Cult.

At an altitude of over 1,000 meters above sea level, there is a cold pool formed by melting snow in the Moon Sect. Beside the pool is a pavilion called "Looking at the Moon".

The mist from the cold pool seeped over the bluestone steps, staining the vermilion plaque bearing the words "Looking at the Moon" a deep brown. The four pillars of the pavilion were carved with incomplete lunar phase diagrams, and bluish moss grew in the mottled areas, emitting a faint glow during each new moon.

The water in the pool was icy cold, yet clear enough to see the bottom.

Diana sat cross-legged on the stone platform in the pavilion, the sleeves of her plain white Taoist robe hanging down to the water's surface, where they were stained with faint blue patterns by the icy pool water. Her full head of silver hair was unbound, spreading out on the blue stone like a waterfall of moonlight, and the dewdrops that condensed at the ends of her hair turned into tiny fragments of moonlight as they fell.

The crescent moon totem between his brows was slowly rotating, and the runes on the edge of the moon rose and fell with his breath—these were the "Moon Soul Runes" recorded in the Sacred Scripture of the Moon Cave of Mount Targon, each rune sealing a wisp of the remnant soul of an ancient moon spirit.

"It's him? Why would he suddenly visit me?"

Diana, who was in meditation, suddenly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of clear, cold white eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them.

Before she finished speaking, Diana's figure vanished from the spot.

"Sigh, you can dodge the first day of the month but not the fifteenth."

Mo Lang arrived in front of the sanctuary of the Moon Sect and immediately sensed a familiar aura approaching from the east. He couldn't help but sigh and say something.

"Young Master Mo, it's been a long time."

Leona looked at Mo Lang with a complicated expression. That's just her personality—straightforward and unpretentious, she says what she thinks.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have confessed to Mo Lang directly.

If you like it, you like it; if you don't like it, you don't like it.

She doesn't harbor secret crushes; she only makes passionate and bold declarations.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Mo Lang smiled, while praying inwardly, "Please don't do it, please don't do it!"

But often, what you don't want to happen will happen.

"What have you thought about what I said last time?" Leona looked at Mo Lang expectantly.

"What?"

Mo Lang's lips twitched, and he pretended to be stupid, saying, "When did you confess to me? I didn't know. Besides, we're friends, it's not good to joke like this."

"And I have girlfriends, and more than one."

Damn it, now that my scumbag status is out, he can't possibly confess his feelings again, right?
"I don't mind. Strong men are always the object of pursuit for many women. It's normal for women to admire strength."

Leona looked at Mo Lang expectantly: "Would you mind having one more?"

"..."

Mo Langren was stunned.

Isn't this a joke?

Jokes becoming reality?

He looked at Leona, wanting to ask, "Are you serious?"

However, looking at the expectant look in the other person's eyes, Mo Lang knew that the other person was not joking with him.

I am not a clown or a sycophant being made a fool of.

The other party really doesn't mind!
Now it was his turn to fall silent. He did admire her for being a girl who dared to love and hate, but he really had no intention of adding another member to his harem right now.

Even Zyra was an accident.

"Young Master Mo, what brings you to visit my Bright Moon Sect?"

Just as Mo Lang was struggling with his decision, Diana appeared in front of him, asking with a faint smile on her face.

However, upon seeing her sister's love-struck state, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Looking at Pantheon who was about to arrive, she couldn't help but think, "This world has gained another heartbroken person."

"Is such that……"

Seeing this, Mo Lang immediately changed the subject, and explained his reason for coming with a serious expression: "So, while I'm using your place to cultivate, I'd like to inquire about how to get to the Starfield, or if you have any clues about Bard?"

"Is it that serious?"

Diana and Leona both frowned, clearly their attention had been diverted by Mo Lang's deliberate change of topic.

"Yes."

Mo Lang nodded and then looked at Leona, saying, "So I'm sorry about what happened to you. I'm not in the mood to talk about this right now."

"It's okay, I'll help you!"

Leona said with a determined look in her eyes, "I'll wait for your answer after we've resolved the issues with the Void and the Fourth World."

“That’s right, we will also contact the Star Domain. If Young Master Mo wants to cultivate here, the Moon Sect welcomes you at any time. However, the best time to absorb the power of the Moon is at night,” Moon said.

"You can cultivate at my place during the day."

Leona immediately added, "As for the power of the stars, I'm afraid it will have to be transferred to the star field. I will speak with the star spirits of the star field."

"Thank you very much!" Mo Lang said gratefully.

"Our Sun Cult is located on the east side of Mount Targon, where you can feel the first rays of sunlight every day..." Leona led Mo Lang to the Sun Cult, explaining as she went, while secretly glancing at Mo Lang.

Whether it was due to the powerful solar energy within Mo Lang or something else, Leona gazed at Mo Lang's profile and found him increasingly masculine and handsome.

Sometimes, she might even blush suddenly appear on her face, for no apparent reason.

"It's over, it's all over now..."

Pantheon, who was following behind the two, felt his heart bleed when he saw this scene.

When has the valiant and heroic sun goddess Leona ever shown such a vulnerable, feminine side? Even he, in his utter stupidity, knows that he has no chance at all.

She kept glancing at Mo Lang with resentment, inwardly grumbling: What does this kid have that I don't? He's just a little shorter than me, stronger, and better looking...

Woo woo woo.

Mo Lang completely ignored Leona's burning gaze and Pantheon's resentful look; he had only two purposes for coming here.

That means becoming stronger, finding Bard, finding the last World Rune, and then becoming stronger again!
"Here we are, right here."

Led by Leona, Mo Lang quickly arrived at a pavilion named "Golden Mountain Under the Sun".

Mo Lang glanced at the roof of the pavilion, which shimmered with golden light under the sun, truly reminiscent of the golden sunrise over a mountain.

Moreover, upon arriving here, Mo Lang indeed felt a strong solar energy.

"Thank you. I'll go into seclusion here then. I hope no one will disturb me," Mo Lang said to Leona.

"Don't worry, with me here, absolutely no one will be able to disturb you."

Leona looked at Mo Lang and said, "However, I have a small request."

"Can I cultivate here with you?"

(End of this chapter)