Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 214

Shen Ye patted Zhou Heng on the shoulder and comforted him:

“Alright, thank you for trying out my skills with me. Next time, I’ll give you a proper fight.”

With his dark gold attribute and rare profession, creating a trump card like “Night Feast Frolic”, Shen Ye was in a good mood.

Zhou Heng winced a little.

A proper fight?

Although he wasn’t injured, he was blown high into the air by the cold wind, getting a distant view of the gigantic Frost Blade.

Looking at that Frost Blade, the only thing he felt deeply was:

Death.

“—I’d be insane to fight you again!”

Zhou Heng’s face twitched as he forced out a smile and said:

“Okay, student Shen Ye, thank you for today. Let’s fight again another day.”

He jumped straight off the stage, running away without looking back.

The match was over!

Shen Ye also jumped off the stage, meeting the gazes of Nangong Sirui and the others.

“Hey, I’ll marry my sister to you in exchange for that secret technique you just used, the one that lets you fly at the first level of the Dharma Realm.”

Nangong Sirui said without reservation.

“Sorry, only I can learn this—it has exclusive intellectual property rights,” Shen Ye said.

“Is that so? What a pity,” Nangong Sirui sighed.

Thinking about it carefully, there was no need to worry about Shen Ye.

He had already received definite news.

Shen Ye’s teacher was that person.

Who would dare ask Shen Ye for such a flying technique?

Song Yinchen also seemed to have a good relationship with Shen Ye. The Chaos Spirit Light didn’t comment on their relationship.

This matter was even more terrifying.

What if the Chaos Spirit Light considered Shen Ye a factor in Song Yinchen’s progress—

Anyone who provoked Shen Ye was simply looking for death.

Others didn’t know how strong the Chaos Spirit Light was, but as the eldest son of the Nangong aristocratic family, he knew it very well.

Never mind.

Nangong Sirui put aside his thoughts and continued to wander around the campus with Shen Ye and the two others.

At this time, almost no older students were seen.

The campus was empty.

They played some ball, drank some milk tea together, and then discussed going to the library.

The library was the largest building on campus, with an astonishing collection of books.

Nangong Sirui became engrossed in reading, waving his hand for the others to “scram for now.”

The three came out of the library, deep in thought.

That kid really loves to read.

So, his scholarly aura isn’t faked?

The three then toured the teaching building.

The teaching building was a large structure with carved beams and painted pillars, red walls, and green tiles.

The classrooms were spacious and bright.

After a while, the three wanted to cross the playground to see other buildings on the other side.

“You guys go ahead and explore, I’ll check out the situation.”

Zhang Xiaoyi said.

—In the square, the student council was recruiting new members.

Zhang Xiaoyi was interested in this and went straight to sit down and chat with the older students in charge.

Only Guo Yunye and Shen Ye remained.

They passed by the cafeteria.

“It smells so good,” Guo Yunye exclaimed.

“Of course,” a senior male student hurried past, uttering a sentence:

“Today the cafeteria is making grilled fish—and a few welcoming dishes for new students. The first 100 people get a free tasting.”

Guo Yunye greeted Shen Ye and hurried off to the cafeteria.

“…” Shen Ye.

After exploring hell for most of the night and then fighting a battle, he was actually very sleepy.

He had just been forcing himself to tour the campus with his brothers.

Since they each had their own interests—

He would go back to sleep.

Once he was well-rested, there would be many things to do.

Shen Ye yawned and went straight back to men’s dormitory 316, pushed the door open, lay down, and fell asleep.

He slept straight until 8:30 PM.

It was already completely dark.

Shen Ye slowly woke up and sat up to look.

Opposite the bed.

Nangong Sirui was engrossed in a copy of “Categorized Summary of Ancient Artifacts”.

“Awake? Get him some hot food.”

He said without looking up.

“Yes.”

Two maidservants simultaneously performed hand seals, adding food and fire to a small hotpot on the table.

—The smell suggested it was a pork rib hotpot, and it smelled delicious.

Shen Ye was ravenous, and the words “take away your artifact spirit” were on the tip of his tongue, but he still didn’t say them for a long time.

Nangong Sirui turned a page of his book and said:

“You slept so soundly. Earlier in the evening, Zhang Xiaoyi came to call you for dinner, but you didn’t even wake up.”

“I’m a night owl,” Shen Ye said.

Nangong Sirui frowned:

“I have very regular hours. I go to bed at 11 PM every night. If you’re a night owl—”

“Don’t worry, even if I move, I’ll be gentle,” Shen Ye said.

“Hmm, being gentle is good,” Nangong Sirui praised.

Zhang Xiaoyi, standing outside the door, happened to hear the last two sentences and broke into a sweat. He couldn’t knock on the door, so he turned and left.

Shen Ye and Nangong Sirui looked at the door together.

Strange.

Someone was outside the door just now, but then left.

Never mind him.

Shen Ye moved his body casually, feeling his strength had fully recovered.

A line of faint small characters appeared in the void:

“Sufficient rest has fully restored your attributes.”

He had a good night’s sleep.

Shen Ye picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

“Thank you for saving me some food—it’s really delicious.”

“It’s nothing. Do you read? This book is excellent, I recommend it to you.”

Nangong Sirui pushed a book over.

Shen Ye looked closely and saw a line on the cover of the book: “Detailed Explanation of Art Spirit Classification.”

This was indeed something he needed to understand.

“Thanks, I’ll read it later.”

Shen Ye placed the book aside and buried himself in his meal.

Nangong Sirui continued to read his book, head bowed.

Suddenly.

Both their phones rang simultaneously.

The voice of Kunlun sounded from the loudspeaker:

“Broadcasting a message.”

“The speed of the alien planet is slowing down.”

“It is estimated that by 7 PM tomorrow, the distance between the alien planet and us will be reduced to 375,000 kilometers.”

“During this process, countless civilians will observe it.”

“All measures to prevent social panic and chaos have been formulated. All government departments and the military are on high alert.”

“Information control has begun.”

“All units and departments, please prepare for battle.”

“End of announcement.”

The light from the phone screens gradually dimmed.

“It feels… the campus is still very peaceful and harmonious,” Shen Ye said with a puzzled expression.

“Of course, we’re just first-year high school students. They can’t just throw us directly into the battlefield, can they?” Nangong Sirui said.

“So high school students are too weak to fight?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Those older students are all in the second or third realm of the Dharma Realm. They are stronger than most professionals in society. They have all departed—that’s why you find the campus unusually quiet,” Nangong Sirui said.

“Are we that weak?” Shen Ye asked.

“Actually, your, my, and Xiao Mengyu’s strength is enough for battle,” Nangong Sirui said.

“How so?”

“I have a defensive artifact, and Xiao Mengyu’s sword is also an artifact. Fighting above your level is not impossible.”

“What about me?”

“A successor of the Hun Tian Sect should have some ways to deal with this situation, right?”

“…But we’re still at school,” Shen Ye said.

“There’s no other way. That’s what the school requires, unless we reach the second level of the Dharma Realm,” Nangong Sirui sighed.

“Second level of the Dharma Realm?” Shen Ye repeated.

“That’s right—completing the advancement of the first professional skill and simultaneously developing a second professional skill will strengthen the Dharma Image to the second level of the Dharma Realm,” Nangong Sirui said casually.

Shen Ye frowned.

That didn’t sound right.

His profession was “Night Wanderer”.

But when it came to professional skills—

Excluding his eye techniques, didn’t he have two professional skills, Frost Moon Tremor and Sudden Rain?

Strictly speaking, Frost Moon Tremor was four skills!

He tilted his head and thought for a while, but still couldn’t figure it out, so he simply pulled out the Sect Master’s Treasure Scroll.

The Treasure Scroll seemed to know what he was thinking and quietly displayed a few lines of small text:

“The four skills of Frost Moon Tremor are the fundamental skills of the Hun Tian sect, and you have cultivated the stars of the entire body’s celestial circuits, unlocked all restrictions, and obtained the ultimate secret Dharma Image of the Hun Tian True Moon—”

“These four skills can be practiced all the way to the ninth level!”

“The ‘Night Wanderer’ exclusive skill ‘Sudden Rain’ is also the same.”

Good.

He had four more skills than others.

An ancient sect was indeed different.

He would work hard to practice later!

Shen Ye stopped overthinking, devoured the food in the hotpot, leaving nothing behind.

“How much? Should I transfer it to you?” he asked.

“No need. I told the cafeteria that ‘the Hun Tian Sect successor wants a late-night snack,’ and they prepared all this food for you—I just had the artifact spirit warm it up for you,” Nangong Sirui said.

“…Thank you anyway.”

Shen Ye tidied up the table, packed everything, and stood up, saying:

“No need to leave a light on for me. I’m going out for a walk tonight.”

“Okay.”

He left the door.

Straight to the cafeteria, he handed the hotpot and utensils to the staff.

Then.

It was time to practice archery.

It was a good day to practice!

—He had intentionally told Nangong Sirui earlier that he was a “night owl”.

After all, he opened the door to the nightmare world every night, and he couldn’t let others wonder why he wasn’t in his dorm every night.

He would sleep during the day from now on.

—But he had classes during the day.

What to do?

Hmm…

It’s decided, “The Little Matchstick Boy”!

“Each time you do not enter the world opposite the door for ‘an entire day’, the probability of you acquiring ‘higher-grade’ attributes will increase by ten percent, up to a maximum of ninety percent.”

Once the matter of hell was resolved, he would go once every few days.

To specifically farm high-grade attributes!

Of course.

All of this depended on the world still existing.

The alien planet was coming.

What would happen?

Judging from the tragic experience of the Lord of the Weeping Demon Prison, it would likely be a war.

Panic was useless.

He would seize the time to improve his strength!

Shen Ye had made up his mind and followed the small path behind the cafeteria to the drill ground.

It was called a drill ground, but it was essentially just an empty space, except for a slender iron pole at its edge holding a “Drill Ground” sign.

As Shen Ye walked into the drill ground, the sign immediately lit up, flickering incessantly.

…Is it telling me to go over?

Just as Shen Ye was about to move, the iron pole suddenly rose from the ground and hopped over to him.

The sign on the iron pole flashed, and two lines of small text appeared:

“Xirang Drill Ground at your service.”

“How may I assist you?”

“I want to… practice archery,” Shen Ye said.

The small text on the sign scrolled and disappeared, replaced by new small text:

“Archery hall is ready.”

“Student Shen Ye, currently searching for your tuition bill.”

“All your expenses are paid by the Human Martial Arts Group. Password-free payment has been completed.”

“Open!”

Countless red bricks emerged from the ground, quickly forming walls, and then beams and a ceiling.

Long wooden planks flipped up from the ground, forming the floor.

Lighting.

Archery targets.

Practice bows and arrows.

Tables and chairs for resting, towels for wiping sweat, goggles, gloves, hats, archery suits.

Everything was available.

In the ice bucket beside the chair were several popular sports drinks from around the world.

Thirty paces to Shen Ye’s left, there were also small shower rooms, saunas, and restrooms.

The sign on the iron pole refreshed with two lines of text:

“Wish you a pleasant practice.”

“—Sweat it out, young man, today’s efforts will bring tomorrow’s glory!”

The iron pole bent down, bowed slightly, hopped back to its original position, plunged into the ground, and remained still.