A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.
Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...
Before we knew it, more than half a month had already passed since the new semester began. After a period of adjustment, many students have begun to slowly adapt to their new college life. Compared to the first-year students who were more involved in group activities, the second-year students are now more focused on their individual development.
The most obvious example is the course arrangement. 80% of the first-year course schedule was the same, but now only 40% is the same. As the course progresses, the common courses will become fewer and fewer, and students will become more specialized in a certain aspect. Perhaps in the end, combat classes will be the only occasion where classmates will definitely meet.
Luo Xier's class today was the "Church Affairs Class" required of second-year students at the Temple Academy, and the teaching location was none other than a cemetery halfway up the mountain on the north side of the academy.
The teacher in a black robe walked in front, followed by more than 80 second-grade students, all wearing uniform black or white robes.
There was a light drizzle in the sky, and the students pulled up their hoods one by one. As the team walked into the cemetery, no one spoke much, and the atmosphere became a little solemn. If an outsider who didn't know what was going on saw this group of people in black and white robes gathered together, they would think they were going to hold some special religious ceremony.
The tombstones in the cemetery are neatly arranged, each inscribed with names, personal stories, and sometimes even small portraits embedded within. Walking through the cemetery, one can see vibrant green grass growing along the path, half-withered and decaying leaves on the ground, broken pine nuts, and half-broken branches buried in the soil. Occasionally, a few small birds with yellow-green feathers alight on a branch, chirping at the people below before flying away with their companions.
The teacher walked in front, talking as he walked.
“Many of the people buried here graduated from Emenas. Some of them lived wonderful lives, some lived mediocre lives, and some died young.”
"The tombstone roughly records his life trajectory, but it's mostly brief. If you really want to know more, you'll have to look through the archives preserved in the academy."
"If you look more closely and learn more, you will realize that perhaps these lost lives and stories are your future."
The teacher paused. "Even if I say this, I'm afraid you still won't have any special insights. Perhaps when you return to school 30 years after graduation, you'll definitely gain more from visiting here."
"Today I'm going to teach you how to grow and cultivate 'Glow Flower'. Generally speaking, Temple Academy doesn't focus on plant cultivation like Walled City Academy does, but there are a few essential plants you must learn, and 'Glow Flower' is one of them."
"This plant is often found in cemeteries or near churches. It gets its name because it emits a faint fluorescent light at night."
The teacher then picked a new sprout from the cemetery and showed it to the students.
"This flower can absorb the remaining magic power from mana and corpses, and extract relatively pure undead magic power."
"Compared to the necromancers of the past who violently awakened corpses to form armies, the 'Phantom Flower' is much gentler and more easily accepted by the world."
"I think most people haven't experienced that chaotic era, so they don't understand how shocking and terrifying it was to see your dead loved ones standing up, covered in rotting flesh, a foul stench, and maggots."
"In order to maintain the magic power consumption of this undead army, the necromancer must constantly fight to support the war, killing and seizing more ancient cemeteries."
"This is also the reason why the Mercury Dynasty collapsed in the later period. After conquering the continent, they could no longer find new large numbers of corpses."
"Also, the 'Phantom Flower' has the power to soothe and purify souls. It's rare to hear of corpses turning into corpses or undead rampaging in cemeteries these days, thanks to this effect. A cemetery that's been absorbed and purified by the 'Phantom Flower' becomes difficult for any unscrupulous necromancer to utilize the corpses within."
"It's like the firewood has been burned out and can no longer burn."
At this time, a student raised his hand, the teacher nodded in permission, and then the student asked.
"Does that mean the 'Phantom Flowers' absorb the souls of the dead? In other words, these flowers bloom from the souls of the dead. I think that's even scarier."
"This question is a classic one. It's been discussed within the church before, and later, specialized transcendents conducted research and experiments. The final conclusion is that the 'Phantom Flower' doesn't affect the soul. It simply refines the scattered mana and the mixed magic power within the corpses. If there's any connection to the soul, it's that it has a soothing effect, calming ghosts and preventing them from becoming violent."
"If it weren't for this, others, including the Church itself, would have opposed the cultivation of the 'Phantom Flower' long ago. Killing a soul is not much different from killing a person."
Loran Hill walked aside and slowly squatted down, looking at the small flower next to her. She closed her eyes and slowly sensed it, while her consciousness gradually immersed itself into the ground. After being promoted to Sequence 4, her perception ability became even stronger.
Most of the deceased within the cemetery have decayed with time, leaving only the bones within their coffins, unremarkable. However, a few who have recently entered this place still retain some magical power and fragments of consciousness. Unfortunately, the soul is like a mirror, shattered by death. Even if pieced together again, it is no longer the same person. Even if resurrected as a ghost, only a larger part of it awakens, most of them possessing only simple emotions, and few possess the wisdom of the living.
The white and slender petals bloom in the quiet cemetery, and emit a faint blue fluorescence at night. It is not obvious, and you may not be able to see this faint light if you light a candle.
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