Life Gold

Shrek Academy, a training ground in the Inner Court.

Qin Yue waved Qin Yan away after he had led him inside, then eagerly took a small black box from his robes. Ning Tian had delivered it to him that morning while he was cultivating. Inside lay the infamous Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife.

Although the curse on the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife could destroy the core Magic Array of a Storage Soul Tool, it could not so much as budge this black box, which could completely conceal even the aura of a Dragon Core.

Lightning surged across Qin Yue's hand, as though he had donned a glove woven from electricity. He opened the black box and removed a carving knife that gave off a faintly chilling aura, its surface etched with ancient patterns.

The moment it entered his hand, the vicious aura within the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife erupted like a flood. It was like a Hakimi suddenly encountering an enforcer from the Big Dog Chew Club, instinctively taking on its Spine-Back Dragon form to protect itself in hopes of frightening its opponent away.

But how could Qin Yue, who knew this carving knife inside and out, be fooled by such a petty trick? He tightly gripped the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife in his right hand, stowed the black box away with his left, and slowly walked to the center of the training ground.

After glancing around to gauge the area, Qin Yue knew how much strength he needed to use. The lightning suppressing the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife suddenly exploded, and blue-white bolts expanded from Qin Yue in an instant, filling the entire training ground!

As though it understood that disaster was upon it, the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife grew even fiercer. The frigid and baleful energy inside the blade condensed into an invisible edge and slashed viciously at Qin Yue, who held it in an iron grip!

The invisible blade could hardly scratch Qin Yue's battle-hardened body, but it was a sinister weapon designed specifically to target the Sea of Spirit. Before it even reached him, Qin Yue felt waves of stabbing pain in his mind. It was bearable, but enough to make anyone restless and irritable.

"Hmph!"

Qin Yue snorted. Soul Rings flashed around him as his First Soul Skill activated. The lightning that had filled the training ground instantly converged upon him, forming an airtight suit of Thunder armor.

The next moment, a streak of lightning shot from the Thunder armor and transformed into a Thunder Blade, charging directly into the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife's final, desperate invisible blade aura!

With a sharp crack, the once-menacing invisible blade aura was swept away by the Thunder Blade like fallen leaves in an autumn wind. The Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife let out an incomparably shrill hum. Fine cracks appeared across its body, revealing flecks of azure light.

Unwilling to be purified by lightning just like that, the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife trembled slightly. A sheet of azure light suddenly surged from within it and merged with its original frigid, vicious aura. Having absorbed that baleful energy, the azure light became almost tangible. It constantly tried to break free from Qin Yue's hand, yet he held it firmly.

Endless lightning hammered down upon the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife. The vicious aura covering the azure light had no power to resist the supremely rigid and blazing Ultimate Lightning, and its struggles visibly weakened.

Just as Qin Yue thought the purification was nearly complete, the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife suddenly erupted with its strongest resistance yet. Intense azure light burst from its body with such force that it even broke free of Qin Yue's palm.

The azure light formed an incomparably grotesque face in the air. It howled madly, as though it intended to perish alongside Qin Yue.

But very soon, that face, formed from malice and curses, was beaten back to reality by endless lightning. It continuously shattered, evaporated, and vanished, completely purified by bolt after bolt amid shrill wails, dissolving between heaven and earth.

As the purification ended, the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife's frigid, baleful sensation quietly vanished as well. Its pitch-black body now shone like an azure crystal, and the light it emitted became as tranquil and pure as water, without a trace of impurity.

Qin Yue raised the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife before his eyes and smiled faintly at its azure blade. The days he had spent cultivating in the Lake of Life were unforgettable. Now that he had Life Gold of his own, it was worth a toast!

Although the piece of Life Gold in Qin Yue's hand was tiny compared to those in the Lake of Life, as long as he could use this small piece to draw out Electrolux, then have Electrolux personally fuse it into his Sea of Spirit, the steady internal enhancement he would gain would bring benefits no less than those of the Lake of Life!

"Now, everything is ready but the final push." Qin Yue placed the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife back into the black box, using the box's material to seal away its rich life aura.

He pushed open the training ground doors. Qin Yan, who had been waiting outside for a long time, immediately came forward. Without asking why Qin Yue had come here, he quietly escorted him out of the Inner Court.

If nothing unexpected happened, Qin Yue planned to take the Life Gold to the Class One classroom and see whether its immense vitality could awaken the sleeping Electrolux and draw him into the Life Gold of his own accord.

(Note: Since Huo Yuhao had been eliminated in the first round of the Freshman Assessment, the hatred in his heart was still dormant, so Electrolux had not been awakened.)

But the reason accidents were accidents was that both their timing and causes often exceeded people's expectations.

Yes, only when he arrived before the Teaching Building did Qin Yue suddenly remember that because of the Dragon Core, he had always cultivated at home. He had only come here once when classes were assigned, and he had long forgotten such an unimportant matter. At this moment, he had no idea where the Class One classroom was...

Half an hour later, Qin Yue, looking embarrassed, followed behind Ning Tian, who wore an odd smile, turning left and right until they reached the Class One classroom.

The moment he entered, Wu Feng, who had long been itching to speak, immediately crossed her arms and sneered. "Well, look who it is. Our esteemed class monitor, who only comes to class twice in an entire school year and doesn't even remember where his own classroom is~"

There were four freshman classes. Although Class One did not have the most students, it still had more than sixty. Being stared at by over sixty curious pairs of eyes for something as ridiculous as getting lost made even Qin Yue feel rather awkward.

But soon, someone stepped forward to help him out of the situation.

Dai Huabin slammed a hand on his desk and rose from his seat. His eyes burned as he stared at Qin Yue, his tone serious. "I think Wu Feng makes a lot of sense. You hardly come to class all year, while I handle every task Teacher Mu Jin assigns. What right do you have to keep the position of class monitor?!"

Wu Feng looked at Dai Huabin in surprise, then quietly shut her mouth.

"Oh? And what do you want?" Qin Yue asked with interest.

"I challenge you. The strong deserve the position of class monitor!"

Dai Huabin roared as the White Tiger Martial Soul possessed him, three Soul Rings gleaming brilliantly.