"The mark of six million dead!"
Jiang Yuan, who had spent three days exploring every corner of Seoul, stopped. He was very satisfied with the number. Relying on completing the will of the dead to obtain the mark of the dead was not very efficient, and this time the nearly 50% success rate had exceeded his expectations.
Including the Mark of the Dead that he obtained himself, it can be said that he received a huge sum of seven million during the freshman assessment period.
However, he also spent a lot of money. Despite having a total of seven million Dead Marks in his account, he could only barely maintain a balance between income and expenditure.
After collecting the marks of the dead, Jiang Yuan turned back, as he still had to participate in the final freshman assessment.
Because of the heavy casualties in this freshman assessment, Hua Sheng Academy has lowered its admission standards, planning to expand the enrollment from 18,000 to 50,000. Otherwise, it would be too pathetic to not even have enough students to reach 10,000, which would only tarnish the reputation of Hua Sheng Academy. However, precisely because of this, the final settlement of the freshman assessment has been delayed by ten days.
"After so much time, the heat should have died down by now!"
Jiang Yuan didn't dare to go back before, as it would be difficult to blend in with so many powerful figures. So he chose to lay low for a while. Now that the powerful figures have all left, it's time for him to go back.
It's unrealistic to take the initiative to find Liu Zhaodi, especially since she's been targeted recently. If he were to go to her, he would definitely give himself away. He can only wait for Liu Zhaodi to come to him.
Back at Huasheng Academy, news of the freshman assessment still lingered in my ears. The discussion wasn't limited to the freshmen; previous students also couldn't leave out the topic. The freshman assessment had devolved into a chaotic war between the three races, becoming one of the biggest hot topics at Huasheng Academy in recent years.
"Have you heard? A mysterious freshman turned the tide of battle this time. What was his name again? What was it? And guess what happened?"
Those with a bit more connections have already gathered a lot of information, and even the name 'Aoki' is frequently on their lips.
"What else could it be? He'll definitely be promoted to disciple level! He's capable of turning the tide, so his status will definitely be promoted to Crystal Diamond Disciple, and he might even become a Saint Disciple!" someone said matter-of-factly.
"Tch, you're right, but the one who was promoted to a Saint's disciple isn't this mysterious 'Aoki,' but this year's genius freshman—Gu Anlei!"
"A disciple of a sage has truly appeared?"
"This is probably the inside information, but we'll have to wait for the school's official announcement for the specifics!"
"Don't change the subject! Weren't we just talking about Aoki? What happened to him?"
"The big one is here. According to the school's investigation, there is no such person as Qingmu at Huasheng Academy. There is no new student named Qingmu among the human race! Moreover, no one on the list of survivors knows Qingmu."
"Really?"
"Why would I lie to you? My aunt is the dean of students at the Comprehensive Academy. She told me herself!" The person who exposed the news was full of pride. Having an aunt who works at Huasheng Academy is a very prestigious thing.
Jiang Yuan listened to what was happening around him without any expression, then stepped through the crowd and walked into his small apartment.
He hadn't been back for half a month, and the apartment seemed rather deserted, especially the neighboring apartment connected by a wall. Without the boisterous Gu Anlei, he really wasn't used to it.
After returning home, Jiang Yuan set up a shielding array and began organizing his things, from small items like clothes and pants to large items like Zhu Yan's severed arm. He categorized everything one by one because his personal space had been invaded by 'Ning Yanlan,' and he still dared not put anything in it.
However, the personal space also has an automatic cleaning ability. It is estimated that in half a month, the personal space will erase all traces left by 'Ning Yanlan', and then he can re-enter the space.
"I haven't organized my own things in five years, and it's really taking me a while to get used to it!"
Jiang Yuan took the clothes and stuffed them into the wardrobe from his storage ring. This was a task that Bu Yao used to do. During his five years at Blue Hidden Mountain, he was practically waited on hand and foot. Later, he met Gu Anlei, and he used the excuse that he was a patient to get Gu Anlei to help him pack. After all, it's easy to become lazy, but it's much harder to become diligent again.
"Wait, I think I forgot something?"
After finishing everything, Jiang Yuan fell into deep thought. When his gaze swept from the storage ring and then settled on the Demon Refining Pot, his face fell.
"Oops, I forgot about her!"
At this moment, Jiang Yuan really wanted to ask Gu Anlei if her mouth was blessed. Before she left, she specifically reminded him not to forget to let Wei Yue go. However, he forgot about her while he was busy collecting the marks of the dead in Seoul.
Jiang Yuan swallowed hard, wondering what would happen to him if he brought the Holy Maiden of Demon Mountain to Hua Sheng Academy.
He kept a mistress in a golden house, and she was even from a different race.
Either the Demon God Mountain will come knocking on our door and start another big fight with Hua Sheng Academy.
Alternatively, Wei Yue could launch a riot, wreaking havoc at Hua Sheng Academy, only to be eventually suppressed.
Regardless of which method he chooses, he will certainly face punishment from the college.
"She hasn't been released for so long, could she have committed suicide?" Jiang Yuan was a little worried. Wei Yue had a history of suicide attempts, and even if she didn't, he couldn't use normal thinking to judge a girl with psychological problems.
When the Demon Refining Pot was opened, the loud commotion that Jiang Yuan had imagined did not occur. Wei Yue was curled up on his bed like a kitten, resting. Her sleeping posture gave people a sense of insecurity, and after not seeing her for a few days, Wei Yue had some inexplicable marks on her body.
"That's not right. I didn't hit her this time either, so how come she has so many injuries?" Jiang Yuan was a little confused. In the spirit of taking care of disabled people, he nudged Wei Yue and whispered, "Wake up! You should go home."
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