Rakshasa Demon Scythe

The words on the Golden Ranking have not disappeared.

The last line of gold lettering slowly coalesced.

[The Dragon God Reverse Scale, a gift to the Snow Empress]

[Ranked ninth on the Treasure Ranking.]

[Owner: Snow Empress]

[Gifted by: Long Yao]

On the sky.

The Azure-Gold Scale stopped in front of the Snow Empress.

Its light illuminated the Far North Ice Plains.

Snow Empress raised her hand.

The scale fell from the sky, passed through the towering snowstorm, and returned to her neck.

The bluish light subsided.

The scales clung quietly beneath her clothes.

Snow Empress looked up at the top of the list.

"He still remembers."

Ice Empress looked at her.

"Of course Long Yao remembers."

Snow Empress did not speak again.

She simply raised her hand and hid the scales again.

Skywater Academy

Shui Yue'er looked at the last line of the Treasure Ranking.

She picked up the spoon again and asked softly:

"Dean, if the Snow Empress returns the scales to you, will you take them back?"

She won't pay it back.

"Why?"

"She still needs it."

What about after that?

Long Yao at the sky.

We'll talk about it later.

Shui Yue'er nodded.

She lowered her head and ate a bite of Lotus Seed Soup.

Above the sky, the ninth-ranked azure-gold light gradually dissipated.

The Treasure Ranking is not over yet.

New golden light has already re-formed below the ninth position.

Skywater Academy

In front of the True Dragon Tower.

The brilliance of the ninth-ranked Treasure Ranking gradually faded.

A new golden light rose from below the list.

Shui Yue'er put down her spoon and looked up at the sky.

The eighth place is about to be announced.

Shui Bing'er stood beside the stone table, her gaze fixed on the gradually unfolding golden scroll.

Bibi Dong also raised her eyes.

A dark purple scythe appeared in the center of the list.

The sickle has a long handle and a crescent-shaped blade with intricate patterns engraved on its surface.

A purplish-black light flowed slowly along the patterns.

On the celestial canvas, lines of gold lettering appeared one by one.

[Eighth Place: Rakshasa Demon Scythe]

[The Rakshasa God Inheritance Artifact]

[It can invade the Divine Soul and sever the flow of divine power.]

[Once Bearing the power of the Rakshasa Godhood Inheritance.]

[The Godhood connection has been severed, but the Rakshasa Demon Scythe remains.]

[Current owner: Bibi Dong.]

Shui Yue'er looked at Bibi Dong.

"This treasure is in your hands?"

Bibi Dong did not answer immediately.

She lowered her eyes and looked at her right hand.

A purplish-black light emerged from the palm of his hand.

The long scythe fell into her hands.

There was no divine power flowing on the sickle blade, only the long-dormant patterns on the weapon's body.

The phantom in the sky and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand lit up simultaneously.

Shui Bing'er looked at the long scythe.

"Even after the Godhood Inheritance was broken, it did not disappear."

It remains in my Divine Soul.

Bibi Dong raised her hand, her fingertips brushing along the patterns on the sickle handle.

"The connection to the lineage has been severed, and the Rakshasa Divine Power within has also fallen silent."

"But it's still a divine artifact," Long Yao said.

Bibi Dong nodded.

She didn't activate the Demon Scythe, but simply placed it horizontally beside the stone table.

Shui Yue'er looked at the sky, then at the long sickle on the table.

"It can sever the flow of divine power?"

"It used to be possible," Bibi Dong said.

"And now?"

I haven't tried it yet.

Shui Yue'er did not reach out to touch it.

She carefully examined the patterns on the sickle, then retreated to Long Yao's side.

"Then why is it ranked eighth?"

"The Treasure Ranking will have its own assessment," Bibi Dong said.

Long Yao picked up his teacup but offered no further explanation.

The golden letters on the sky coalesced once more.

[Rakshasa Demon Scythe]

[Ranked eighth on the Treasure Ranking.]

[Owner: Bibi Dong]

Bibi Dong withdrew her hand.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe transformed into a streak of purplish-black light and sank into her Divine Soul.

The Sickle Shadow on the list remains unchanged.

The eighth spot on the Treasure Ranking has been determined.

The Sickle Shadow, ranked eighth on the Treasure Ranking, still hangs in the sky.

The purplish-black patterns extend from the handle of the sickle all the way to the tip of the blade, gradually revealing previously hidden details.

Golden characters fell one after another.

[The Rakshasa Demon Scythe's fundamental attributes: Darkness, Death, Corrosion, and Deadly Poison.]

[Divine Soul Traits: Intrusion, Suppression, Disruption.]

[Offensive Characteristics: Severs the flow of Soul Power and divine power, erodes protective strength.]

[The Godhood connection has been severed; the Rakshasa Divine Power has fallen silent.]

[The artifact's patterns and characteristics are preserved and can be activated by the wielder's own power.]

[The activation of its power depends on the wielder's strength and capacity to Bearing.]

Forcibly activating the erosion patterns will increase the burden on the Divine Soul.

After reading the last line, Shui Yue'er turned to look at Bibi Dong beside the stone table.

"With so many attributes, can it still be used after its divine power has subsided?"

"It can be used," Bibi Dong said, "But we can no longer rely on the power of the Rakshasa Godhood."

She raised her right hand.

The purplish-black light reappeared, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe fell into his palm.

This time, she didn't retract her Divine Soul, but instead ran her fingertips along the patterns on the sickle handle.

A wisp of purplish-gold divine power flowed into the artifact.

A sliver of light appeared at the edge of the sickle, and the patterns gradually became visible.

There is no Rakshasa Divine Power among them.

Only Bibi Dong's own power slowly circulated along the vessel.

"Does it still recognize the original lineage?" Shui Bing'er asked.

"The inheritance has been severed; all that remains is the artifact itself." Bibi Dong withdrew her fingertip. "It cannot replenish my divine power."

Long Yao put down his teacup.

"It excels at disrupting the execution of power, but is not responsible for maintaining its origins."

Bibi Dong nodded.

She used her divine power to conjure a thin line in front of the scythe.

The sickle turned slightly.

The thin thread of divine power broke in the middle, with both ends dispersing without affecting the meridians.

Bibi Dong put away the Demon Scythe, and the purplish-black light sank back into her palm.

"It can sever power, but it can also, in turn, corrupt the holder."

"So you can't just look at what it can do," Long Yao said, "You also need to know how much you can handle."

"I see."

Bibi Dong did not activate the Demon Scythe again.

She put her hand back on the table, picked up her teacup, and took a sip.

The text on the sky is still displayed.

[The Rakshasa Demon Scythe itself is undamaged.]

[The power of the weapon has not been fully manifested.]

[Current owner: Bibi Dong.]

[Ranked eighth on the Treasure Ranking.]

Shui Yue'er gazed at the list for a moment, and seeing no new changes, she turned her attention back to the lake.

Long Yao opened the cultivation records on the table.

"Moon, today we're practicing moving Water Control."

Shui Yue'er got up from beside the stone table and walked to the lakeside.

"Does the water droplet still need to maintain its three-inch size?"

"Maintain the original size."

She raised her hand, and a drop of lake water rose from the surface and rested above her fingertip.

As soon as the water droplet settled, Long Yao placed an empty teacup on the other side of the stone platform.

"Put the water droplet into the cup."

Shui Yue'er looked at the distance between the two.

"Can't we just use Soul Power it over?"

"Can."

Long Yao turned a page of his cultivation record.

But you must not let any water droplets touch the rim of the cup.

Shui Yue'er composed herself and controlled the water droplet to move forward.

Gently shake the water droplet after it leaves your fingertip.

She didn't rush to increase her strength, but instead adjusted the Soul Power supporting the water droplet, allowing it to slowly move forward in the predetermined direction.

Bibi Dong stood aside, watching the drop of water cross the center of the stone platform.

Shui Yue'er's fingers moved accordingly, and when the water droplet was still a foot away from the rim of the cup, fine ripples appeared on the surface.

"Stay calm first," Long Yao said.

Shui Yue'er stopped what she was doing.

She separated her Soul Power and slowly gathered it from both sides of the water droplet.

The ripples gradually subsided.

She then continued forward.

The water droplet swung over the rim of the cup and fell to the bottom.

No water splashed in the glass.

Shui Yue'er raised her head.

Is this considered finished?

"That counts as one complete cycle."

She turned to look at the empty cup on the stone platform.

Long Yao closed the cultivation record.

Five more times.

Shui Yue'er sighed softly and raised her hand again.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe on the sky remains in eighth place.

Beside the stone platform, Long Yao poured himself another half cup of tea.

A lake breeze blew across the stone platform.

The last drop of water that Shui Yue'er sent over the rim of the cup landed next to the previous drops.

A small patch of shimmering water accumulated at the bottom of the glass.

She didn't stop immediately; she waited until the water had completely calmed down before withdrawing her Soul Power.

"Dean, five times."

Long Yao at the teacup.

The rim of the cup is clean, and there are no watermarks on the outside.

"That's done for today."

Shui Yue'er immediately lowered her hands.

"Can I keep this cup?"

What do you need it for?

"Remember, I didn't touch the rim of the glass even once today."

Long Yao pushed the teacup in front of her.

Wash it clean before storing.

She took it with both hands, took two steps towards the lake, and then turned back.

"These are teacups; I'll go to the Kitchen to wash them."

Shui Bing'er helped her younger sister fold up the cloth that was hanging on the railing.

"Please return the tray while you're at it."

"Sister, have you been waiting for me all this time?"

"You brought the tray in the first place."

Shui Yue'er looked at the stone table.

Long Yao had already opened the cultivation records.

She had no choice but to put the teacups on the tray and carry them back into the tower.

With fewer questions asked on the platform, the sound of the lake breeze turning the pages of a book became clearer.

Long Yao reached out and pressed down on the corner of the paper.

A thin bamboo strip hung down from above, brushing against the edge of the book's pages.

He looked up.

The bamboo curtain on the west side of the platform had come loose, and the bamboo strips that were originally strung together had come apart, revealing a gap about half a palm's width wide.

The afternoon sunlight was shining through the gap and falling on the teapot.

Bibi Dong walked to the curtain.

"Master, I've caught it."

A wisp of purple-gold light appeared at her fingertips.

Long Yao closed the booklet.

"Take it off first."

The wisp of divine power remained suspended in mid-air.

Bibi Dong looked at the thin rope connecting the top and bottom of the bamboo curtain, reached out to support the lower edge, and untied the hooks on both sides one by one.

The curtain fell onto the stone table.

The broken end of the rope was worn white.

She touched it, and the thin rope unraveled another half inch.

"This rope is no longer usable."

"Change it."

Long Yao spread the bamboo curtain out and took out two cracked bamboo pieces from it.

Several lines of small characters were engraved behind the curtain.

The handwriting has been worn away by the sun, with only the last few months and years still somewhat legible.

Shui Bing'er bent down and looked.

"These are the bamboo curtains from the secondhand store."

"You recognize him?"

"The college replaced the window frames once, and the old curtains didn't fit, so Teacher Lin brought them here."

Long Yao picked up the broken piece of bamboo.

"It's been used for so many years, it's time for repairs."

Behind the True Dragon Tower.

A low house is hidden beside a bamboo grove.

Shui Bing'er pushed open the wooden door, first moving out the bench beside the door before making room.

Inside the room were bamboo poles, wooden strips, and several rolls of thin hemp rope that had not yet been cut.

Long Yao stood in front of the rack, picked out a roll of rope, and took down two thin bamboo poles that had been dried.

Bibi Dong looked at the row of tools on the wall.

The plane, wood saw, and chisel were each hung in their respective positions.

The name of each tool is written below it.

There was an extra piece of paper pasted next to one of the wood saws.

Registration is required for borrowing.

Clean it before returning it.

She looked at it for a moment.

"Is this also a rule of the academy?"

"The item must be found."

Long Yao took the plane and put it into the bamboo basket.

"If we don't collect it from those who have already used it, then the next person will have to search for it again."

Shui Bing'er took the register from behind the door.

He took the pen and wrote down each item he had lent out.

Bibi Dong stood aside, looking at the two words that had fallen onto the paper.

Long Yao.

These two words were also displayed on the sky.

In the register, they were listed in the same row as wood saws and planes.

She reached out and lifted the bamboo basket.

"I'll get it."

When the group returned to the platform, Shui Yue'er had already washed the cups.

She was standing where the bamboo curtain had been removed, raising her hand to shield her forehead from the sunlight.

"Dean, where's the curtain?"

On the table.

"Why was it demolished?"

"The rope broke."

Shui Yue'er turned around and saw the bamboo basket, then immediately came closer.

"You want to do it yourself?"

Long Yao sat down on the bench.

"Replace two bamboo pieces and re-thread the rope."

She looked down at the tools, then at his hands.

I've never seen you use these before.

I saw it today.

A short ruler was placed in the bamboo basket.

Shui Yue'er picked it up and proactively moved the old bamboo strips next to the new bamboo.

I will handle this.

She measured the length and marked it with a charcoal pencil.

Long Yao took the bamboo slip, but moved the mark back a little.

"The end of the old bamboo has split open; we need to look at the other part."

She replaced it with a complete one and measured it again.

This time, the two marks matched perfectly.

"So, this is what's missing."

"Once it's installed, there will be a little more."

Long Yao split the thin bamboo open, the blade moving forward along the bamboo grain.

A thin bamboo shaving fell at my feet.

The burrs on the bamboo strips were scraped away one by one, revealing the light yellow interior.

Shui Yue'er stood to the side, not saying another word.

His movements were not fast.

After finishing each side, gently run your fingertip along the edge and then shave off any uneven areas.

Bibi Dong brought over an empty bamboo basket.

She picked up the fallen bamboo shavings and put them into the basket.

"Is this done to prevent you from cutting your hand?"

"The curtain is rolled up every day."

Long Yao handed her the repaired bamboo strip.

"Give it a try."

She touched along the edge.

The bamboo strips are smooth, and the ends have been rounded.

This thing has no Soul Power whatsoever, but it can prevent anyone who reaches out to roll up the curtain from getting injured once more.

Bibi Dong placed the bamboo strips on the table.

"I'll thread the rope."

Shui Bing'er took out the hemp rope and cut it to the original length.

The two men each held one end and rearranged the scattered bamboo strips.

Shui Yue'er squatted by the table, holding down the bottom edge for them.

The curtain tilted slightly when the first rope was halfway through.

Bibi Dong stopped.

She untied the knot she had just tied and pulled three pieces back.

"It's too tight here."

Long Yao at it.

Leave the same distance between each piece.

"I know."

She pulled the rope again.

This time, she didn't just look at the knots, but laid out the entire row of bamboo strips in front of her.

The curtain gradually smoothed out.

Shui Yue'er's hands were getting tired from massaging, and she was just about to change her position when she saw a small wooden bead roll in front of her.

She picked it up.

Where did this come from?

"End of the curtain cord."

Shui Bing'er pointed to the corner of the table.

There was another wooden bead there.

"It's used to weigh down the rope, so it won't get tangled in the wind."

Shui Yue'er put the two wooden beads together.

One grain is dark in color, and the other is light in color.

She stared at it for a moment, then suddenly pushed the dark-colored one towards Bibi Dong.

You use this over there.

Why?

"The rope you were wearing was on the left; it was actually on the left side all along."

Bibi Dong took the wooden beads.

"You remember it clearly."

"I sit here every day, how could I not remember?"