Chapter 678 - Lower Yuan Festival
Chapter 678 of "High School of Demon Hunting" begins revealing exciting developments: Chapter 678: Chapter 26: Lower Yuan FestivalDespite a slight flaw near the end, the closing... Donât stop now!
Chapter 678: Chapter 26: Lower Yuan FestivalDespite a slight flaw near the end, the closing ceremony, in general, went without any major problems. In the coverage of the school journal, everything remained peaceful and harmonious.
Of course, external newspapers such as the âBeta Town Postâ, always hold a bias towards the top universities, especially Jiuyou Academy. It was widely known that they loved to exaggerate minor issues and cause unnecessary panic, hence there was no need for further elaboration.
Though the hunting party has concluded, the ferocious and greedy eyes of the demons etched a deep impression in Zheng Qingâs mind. Even though the academyâs follow-up investigation suggested that because of the direction of the wind, the spectators in the Jiuyou Academy grandstand naturally attracted the covetous gaze of the demons. The young scholarship student had a feeling - if Old Yao hadnât deterred those demons, they would have charged forward and torn him into pieces first.
This was based on a wizardâs most basic instinct.
"They would also rush up to tear other wizards apart." Zheng Qing tried to reassure himself this way, but he knew that was his way of self-consolation - it wasnât the first time that the demons had looked at him greedily. He definitely had a problem.
Considering this, Old Yaoâs suggestion resurfaced in his mind: to go seek Professor Montreya and ask him to perform a check-up.
"Sigh." Pondering over this, the young scholarship student couldnât help but let out a deep sigh. Although he felt a pressing urgency deep inside and he wanted to deal with this matter immediately, it just couldnât be done today.
Because today was Ghost Festival.
"Taishang San Guan Jing" cites "Heavenly Official grants blessings, Earthly Official absolves sins, and Water Official dispels disasters." Correspondingly, there are the traditional festivals of Upper Yuan, Mid Yuan, and Lower Yuan in the wizard world.
Theoretically, during the Upper Yuan Festival, lanterns would be lit and prayers offered for blessings; during the Mid Yuan Festival, the gates of hell would open, and all kinds of ghosts roamed the earth; during the Lower Yuan Festival, a vegetarian feast offerings was held to resolve disasters and commemorate the deceased. However, in practice, wizards didnât really have a high sense of awe for certain existences in the starry sky, so the feeling of ceremony for the three Yuan Festivals wasnât very strong â the only time wizards paid a little more attention was during the Mid Yuan Festival when the gates of hell opened.
Of course, just because the sense of ceremony was not strong didnât mean there werenât many taboos.
Since the three Yuan Festivals fell on the full moon days (around the 15th day of the lunar month), just when many Eastern wizards performed ancestral worship, and also when beings from the Under the Moon Convention like werewolves and vampires revealed their true nature, coupled with the fact that on these specific days, there were always a few voyeuristic gazes from the depths of the starry sky directed at this world, as a precaution, the top universities scheduled a holiday and the whole academy took a day off.
However, even though it was a vacation, since the craziness of certain creatures was hard to control on such days, to prevent accidents, the school didnât allow students to go out at will, especially at night.
"What are you sighing about again? Want to go out? Youâve only been in the dormitory for a morning! And we still have an entire day to get through!" Xin Fat Manâs voice came from the balcony, sounding somewhat schadenfreude.
Even though he also had to stay in the cramped dormitory, he at least had a separate space.
Relying on his giant size, the fat man almost filled the entire balcony all alone, and since no one wanted to squeeze with a sweaty geek, they let him occupy it â only Fatty Cat could ignore the fat manâs aura, and lie on his head leisurely, swaying its tail without any pressure.
"Old Yao said the teaching assistants will come for a room inspection today. If you donât want to lose points, better behave." Xiao Xiao looked up from his book, warning Zheng Qing with a look.
"Lose points? Our Zheng doesnât care about that!" The fat manâs sour voice came from the balcony.
Zheng Qing just chuckled and didnât respond.
Indeed, he had already earned numerous course credits in class as well as through club invitations and practical experiences. A few days ago, during the Freshmen Challenge, he won quite a lot by betting on course credits â all in all, his cumulative course credits had nearly reached fifty. With his current score, most student-accessible places in the academy had opened their doors to him.
This was a considerable score for a freshman who had been attending Jiuyou Academy for just over two months. Especially considering that he needed just one hundred course credits to move up from the freshman year to the sophomore year, his current score was more impressive.
"I wonder how Dylan is doing in the hospital." Since he had started speaking, Zheng Qing didnât want to bring down the mood any further, so he brought up a new topic and began to chat with the other two.
"What else could he do! Eat when itâs time to eat, drink when itâs time to drink, sleep when itâs time to sleep!" The fat man was munching on something on the balcony, making loud crunching noises and sounding rather disgruntled: "Youâve been there as well, heâs living the good life!"
"These days arenât so comfortable for them." Zheng Qing raised his arm, looking at the little elf swinging on his finger, he spoke softly: "Especially, you know, his bloodline isnât so pure."
The dormitory suddenly fell silent again.
This made Zheng somewhat regretful â he was just reflexively retorting the fat man, and he absolutely did not intend to bring up such a sensitive topic.
"If Dylan could find his inner self, he wouldnât be suffering this much." Fat Manâs voice came back from the balcony again, although his expression couldnât be seen, Zheng Qing could hear some unusual heaviness in his voice: "...just like me. If I could truly find inner peace, I wouldnât have lost my Blue Giant state during that critical moment on the hunting ground."
The atmosphere became heavier in the dormitory, and the young scholarship student was forced to try to steer the conversation elsewhere.
"Speaking of the hunting match, do you guys know where Blue Bird went? I seem to have seen less of him lately." Zheng Qing tried to make his tone sound more upbeat: "What do you think, is he in love?"
Upon saying this, he couldnât help but imagine the cold swordsman in love, and couldnât help but chuckle.
However, Xiao Xiaoâs response rendered his laughter abrupt.
"Heâs fallen in love with his sword." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, and glanced at the young scholarship student in silence: "Because in the Freshman Challenge, when he faced the attacking Wolf King, he retreated, he didnât stand his ground with his sword... so he lacks conviction now. According to people from the Starry Sky Academy, he is practicing sword-fighting relentlessly now."
A swordsman practicing sword-fighting, of course, does not literally mean to whet his sword with a whetstone.
"But didnât he come with us to see Dylan just a few days ago?" Zheng Qing insisted on asking.
"How did you think he looked that day?" Xiao Xiao asked back.
Zheng Qing remained silent.
On the recollection, Blue Bird looked pale that day, as if he hadnât rested well, and his state wasnât so good.
"Simply because his sword backed off in the face of danger..." The young scholarship student took a long breath, wanted to say something, but eventually found himself speechless.
This kind of thing is indeed not an outsiderâs place to comment on.
After several exchanges, the atmosphere in the dormitory became more oppressive, which greatly annoyed the young scholarship student who originally planned to lighten the mood.
Until a paper crane flew in from outside the window.