Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 176

The flying sword was gone.

Only Shen Ye remained standing in place.

The mentor of Xirang…

Miner?

Shen Ye was silent for a moment, looked at the corpses on the ground, and suddenly sighed:

“But… how do I get back?”

Everyone was gone.

—No one appeared, and there was no response.

In the darkness.

Light emerged.

Shen Ye looked down and saw that the longevity lock on his arm was glowing with five colors.

“Hmph, it’s finally over.”

A familiar voice sounded from the chain.

This is—

Chaos Spirit Light!

Wisps of light rose from the longevity lock, condensing into a five-colored flying bird in mid-air.

The flying bird skillfully landed on Shen Ye’s hand, tilting its head to look at him.

“Without my consent, Yinchen’s life would never be connected to anyone else. Song Qingyun didn’t even know this, yet she dared to act.”

“Foolish.”

Chaos Spirit Light commented coldly.

Shen Ye thought for a moment, then spoke: “Senior, Song Qingyun killed so many people, why didn’t you let Yinchen participate in the artifact trial earlier?”

“She was trapped by her elder sister in the family, and once she entered Hongyin Temple, the entire family would know about the commotion and even try to interfere with her—if it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t have had the courage to fight her elder sister at all,” Chaos Spirit Light said.

“Me?” Shen Ye asked in confusion.

“Yes, she originally planned to transmigrate and leave, but you wouldn’t let her die, so she decided to give it a try.”

Chaos Spirit Light said.

Shen Ye recalled, and it seemed to be true.

“The most pitiful one is me. Now I have to continue working for the Song family. Alas, I don’t know when it will end.”

Chaos Spirit Light muttered.

“Haha, I’ll treat you to a meal another day. Please take good care of Yinchen; after all, she has no one else by her side,” Shen Ye said with a smile.

“Kid, you’re quite worldly,” Chaos Spirit Light said.

The longevity lock wrapped around Shen Ye’s arm shattered inch by inch, falling to the ground.

“This is useless now.”

“Mmm.”

“I’ll see you off. But you need to progress quickly, kid—even just to survive, you must progress rapidly.”

“Got it, I’ll work hard.”

Chaos Spirit Light pushed him from behind.

All the surrounding sights immediately dispersed, as if some spell had been broken.

Splat!

Shen Ye fell to the ground.

This was the training ground.

The Dharma Realm Martial Arts Arena of Xirang High School.

The students stood erect and unmoving, full of heroic spirit.

An unfamiliar instructor, with his hands behind his back, walked back and forth among the crowd, occasionally looking at the tops of their heads.

When Shen Ye fell, everyone looked at him.

“A disciple of the Hun Tian Sect… how could he be so late?”

The instructor was a little surprised.

From the void came the voice of Chaos Spirit Light:

“He was on a top-secret mission for the Tower of Tarot before, so he’s late. Don’t cause trouble.”

The instructor felt the fluctuation of power, and his face immediately changed.

“So that’s it. Thank you for coming in person.”

“Hmph.”

The void closed.

Shen Ye swayed and stood up. He turned his head and saw the crowd stir.

Tower of Tarot!

The most mysterious organization in the world!

—Shen Ye was on a top-secret mission there!

Even Xiao Mengyu couldn’t help but want to ask him what he had done.

“Silence! Want to run twenty laps? If so, keep moving!”

“Shen Ye, return to your team!”

The instructor said loudly.

The youngsters barely quieted down.

Shen Ye jogged back to his original position and stood at attention. The instructor glanced at Shen Ye and said:

“Alright, I’ll continue to show you now. If anyone gained a ‘name’ last night, I’ll tell you.”

“Stand still!”

The instructor entered the ranks, walking past each student.

“Hmm, Xiao Mengyu, don’t be discouraged. You actually gained a ‘name’.”

The instructor said.

Xiao Mengyu was slightly stunned, then became delighted, and hastily asked:

“Instructor, what is my ‘name’?”

“From what my Dharma Eye sees, I seem to have seen a sword,” the officer said.

“Great! Thank you, instructor!” Xiao Mengyu said joyfully.

The instructor turned his head and looked at Guo Yunye, his expression gradually becoming one of surprise.

“Hmm… you also have a ‘name’.”

“What is it, instructor?” Guo Yunye asked.

“…It’s a fierce animal. I can’t say it publicly, after all, it’s your personal privacy, and it should be of great help to your career.”

Seeing Guo Yunye about to ask another question, the officer immediately turned his head and looked at others.

Shen Ye, standing in the distance, pondered.

—Actually, the most important thing for the Dharma Eye is to generate pupils, right?

Like his own pupil technique, “Demon Slaying Frost Line.”

Such things as seeing a person’s “name” are merely incidental for most people.

After all, Dharma Eyes vary.

There are almost no other Dharma Eyes that can directly see assessment terms like “Moonlit Divine Illumination.”

So—

What would this instructor see if he looked at him?

Shen Ye was thinking, when he saw the instructor had already walked up to Zhang Xiaoyi, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

“Not bad, I saw a running human figure. It seems you’re very suited to be a powerful melee professional.”

Zhang Xiaoyi’s face showed excitement.

Shen Ye looked up at the top of his head, only to see an evaluation phrase floating in mid-air:

“Durable person.”

“Description: All attribute consumption speed reduced by 20%.”

“—Battlefield marathon runner.”

This term is pretty good.

No.

This term is remarkably good!

Recalling carefully, during the exam, Ayi was chased and beaten, and even bitten by a dog, yet he endured it all the way and eventually found himself and Xiao Mengyu.

—Super endurance, not afraid of pain from being beaten!

This term fits him perfectly!

Oh, right.

And Nangong Sirui.

Shen Ye looked towards Nangong Sirui, only to see that the space above his head was empty.

Huh?

He actually didn’t get a term?

Just as he was thinking, the instructor walked up to him and looked up.

“Hmm, Shen Ye, Hun Tian Sect successor… Oh my! Why is it so lively on your head?”

The instructor said in surprise.

“…” Shen Ye.

All the students uniformly turned their heads to look at Shen Ye.

The instructor also stepped back two paces, staring at the top of Shen Ye’s head, watching with relish as if it were a TV show.

Shen Ye understood after a brief thought.

That’s right, ordinary Dharma Eyes can only see symbolic objects of various “names.”

What the instructor saw must have been various images.

However.

He had a lot of terms…

Perhaps the instructor needed some time to slowly differentiate them?

“Instructor, what did you see?”

Xiao Mengyu asked interestedly.

The instructor watched for a moment, then rubbed his eyes and said:

“A little match girl selling matches to a rude and unreasonable person—that person didn’t pay and even cursed, and everyone around came to watch. One person laughed loudly, another started to sing, oh… and a boy drew a knife and started fighting with that rude person, almost getting killed by them!”

“…” Xiao Mengyu.

“…” Everyone.

How could there be such a complex “name,” it was like a play.

Shen Ye lowered his head, also speechless.

The little match girl.

The customer who skipped payment.

The fun-seeker.

The singer.

The boy who miraculously survived.

—Indeed, it’s all there.

The instructor sighed, and said admiringly, “The Hun Tian Sect is truly different, like a movie.”

“Alright, let me see the next one.”

He walked up to Nangong Sirui, nodded, and brushed past him to look at the next person.

Nangong Sirui said nothing, his expression dejected.

About ten minutes later.

Everyone had been observed and commented on by the instructor.

The instructor walked to the front of the line and declared loudly:

“Alright.”

“This is just an opportunity. Those who have gained a ‘name’ should not be arrogant, and those who haven’t should not be discouraged. There will be many more opportunities in the future.”

“Dismissed now!”

The crowd looked at each other.

“Instructor, weren’t we supposed to have a mentor selection process?”

Someone asked.

“This is a two-way choice. Not only must a mentor favor you, but you must also be willing to choose the corresponding mentor—the campus is vast, you go find your mentors yourselves—this is no easy feat.”

The instructor said loudly.

The students started discussing noisily.

Xiao Mengyu went straight to Shen Ye, and asked in a low voice, “Are you working for the Tower of Tarot?”

Shen Ye’s lips moved, and just as he was about to speak, he noticed all the surrounding students looking over.

No—

Neither the matter of the Lord of the Weeping Demon Hell, nor Song Qingyun’s affair, nor the existence who controlled the flying sword, were suitable for public discussion.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Shen Ye said.

Xiao Mengyu looked around and also realized.

Yes, such matters are not suitable for public discussion.

“Then I’ll go first—yesterday I met someone who should be a mentor. I’ll go explore and see if I can find him. I’ll contact you tonight.”

Xiao Mengyu said.

“Mmm, go ahead,” Shen Ye said.

Not only Xiao Mengyu, but other students also dispersed, looking for the mentors they had met last night.

Shen Ye stood on the training ground for a while.

Tired.

Exhausted.

But today’s class was very important.

A mentor plays a huge role in one’s academic career.

Everyone understood this.

However, he still stood motionless.

—Just now, the instructor had given him a glance, signaling him to wait a moment before leaving.

“Hello, instructor.”

Shen Ye bowed slightly.

The instructor walked over, looked at him, and then at the card in his hand.

“Shen Ye… you got a perfect score last night.”

“As expected of a Hun Tian Sect successor, it’s been hundreds of years since something like this happened.”

“Thank you for your praise, instructor!” Shen Ye said loudly.

“Hmm, you’re quite spirited, I’ll give you a hint then—”

The instructor lowered his voice and whispered in his ear:

“A perfect score grants you special treatment. You can choose a mentor in return, and the mentor cannot refuse. They must also give you a test, and as long as you pass it, you will become their student.”

The instructor cannot refuse?

Shen Ye was somewhat worried instead.

“But instructor, a forced melon isn’t sweet,” he said.

“It’s fine, you’re a freshman with a perfect score. Even if you’re thrown into barren land, you’ll probably still grow up—no one would refuse a student like you,” the instructor said.

That was the plain truth.

But his goal was—

A miner.

The person that powerful sword-wielding master recommended shouldn’t be wrong, right?

Shen Ye felt a little uneasy.