Chapter 3 3 I have strayed into a fantasy world! Is this the first day of reporting? ...
Reiki Resurrection Year Zero, August 30th, 10:12, Longyuan Academy Library.
Today is reporting day.
Ning Changkong closed the book and looked at his phone.
Yan Xiaoling sent a message saying that she would be arriving at school soon and asked him if he wanted to have lunch together at noon, as her family wanted to thank him in person.
Ning Changkong curled the corners of his mouth, tidied up the scattered notes and books on the table, and sent her a message to confirm the time and place.
Since he came to school, he has been hanging out in the library every day, writing novels in his spare time. His life is very routine and boring.
That's why Ning Changkong stuffed the pile of books back into the bookshelf one by one. He had already mastered the content to be learned this school year.
Even more. After all, what he needed most was not to cope with the course, but to understand the power system and the situation in the world of cultivation.
However, he still had time to rest a little before the main mission officially began. Ning Changkong put on his backpack and walked out of the library.
Take advantage of this time to look around... maybe you can meet some important characters.
As he stepped out of the library, he could hear the noisy voices of students and parents in the distance. Ning Changkong was about to walk towards the crowded area.
Chu Qingge said: "Look east."
Ning Changkong looked according to Chu Qingge's instructions, and saw a figure walking towards...towards the treasure house where students were forbidden to enter as if he had lost his soul?
Chu Qingge said: "I saw the fate of the child of luck. That is the protagonist."
"What is he doing?" Ning Changkong used the Light Body Technique and the Invisibility Technique and chased after him silently.
For the mission of saving the world, protecting the protagonist is an important strategy written in the employee manual.
In these missions, the protagonist is often unable to save the world on his own for various reasons. The most common reason is that the difficulty is too high: the protagonist's attributes given by the normal difficulty cannot defeat the nightmare difficulty boss.
But on the other hand, as long as the fast traveler intervenes slightly, lowers the difficulty of the BOSS, and then improves the level of the protagonist, and brings both of them to the difficult level, he can win.
The most extreme scenario is also written in the employee manual: "Victory in Death".
The fast traveler puts all his energy into reducing the difficulty of the BOSS. After the fast traveler leaves the world, the BOSS is defeated by the natives in the process of the world's autonomous transformation.
There was a subtle nervousness in Chu Qingge's voice: "It looks like he is possessed. The specific reason is unknown."
He is indeed the lucky boy, causing trouble on the first day of school.
Ning Changkong sighed. The child of luck came to the door of the treasure house like a sleepwalker. The densely covered defense array at the door mysteriously stopped working in front of him.
Is the Treasure Pavilion welcoming him?
Ning Changkong followed the opponent's footprints in confusion, threw a backup spell outside the door before it closed completely, and then slipped in.
No matter how, I am much stronger than the current protagonist, I can just drag him away if I really can't do it.
As you enter the gate of the Treasure Pavilion, the scene in front of you changes. The magnificent palace is shrouded in a layer of light mist. The top of the hall rises high into the clouds, as if reaching the heavens, and the walls on all four sides are inlaid with countless night-shining pearls.
What is this? A fragment of history? An illusion?
Ning Changkong was so overwhelmed by the pressure that he could not even lift his back. He only heard a female voice with unquestionable majesty coming from the center of the hall:
"Please tell Yinglong that I agree with his plan..."
Chu Qingge was surprised and said: "Wearing the Lingfei Great Ribbon and the Dividing Scenery Sword on her waist - this is the Queen Mother of the West."
Ning Changkong raised his head reluctantly and looked in the direction of the protagonist. The child of luck seemed to have come to his senses and stood there blankly.
The atmosphere of the illusion changed, murderous intent arose, and the air around seemed to freeze.
"Who?" A stern female voice echoed in the illusion.
Ning Changkong took a deep breath and suppressed his fighting instinct. He couldn't take action now.
How can you see the rainbow without going through the storm? The most important thing in training the protagonist is to grasp the right degree. Let him jump on the brink of life and death repeatedly to hone his abilities... Oh my!
Countless sword shadows condensed in the air, as dense as a rainstorm, and attacked him and the protagonist with the sound of breaking through the air.
Ning Changkong flashed in front of the protagonist, opened the protective spell, activated the backup spell outside the door, and shouted: "Run!"
Is this what you're supposed to encounter on your first day of school?
The rain of swords struck the protective shield, making a crisp sound, like rain hitting banana leaves, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, these swords could not break through his protective spell.
Ning Changkong, who was practicing the Light Body Technique, carried the Son of Fortune, tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and rushed towards the palace gate.
The shield was still holding up. The closer he got to the palace gate, the stronger the pull became. It seemed that the exit of the illusion was indeed there. Ning Changkong calculated quickly and reinforced the shield a few more times.
Suddenly, he felt dizzy and his body involuntarily tilted forward as if being pulled by an invisible force, and he fell heavily to the ground.
What…is going on?
Ning Changkong was belatedly aware of the sharp pain and burning sensation in the wound. He managed to climb up using his elbows to support himself, his eyes looking downward.
The blood flowing from his body was blindingly red.
His thigh was pierced by a long sword.
Shock takes over the brain before pain does.
How did it break through the shield? - Why were all the other swords blocked, but not this one?
There is an unusual energy... Is it this energy that allows the sword to break through the shield?
"I'm afraid that's the case." Chu Qingge's voice tightened. "The energy structure is very complex, and the defensive spells are ineffective - is it the divine power of this world? Or something else?"
Damn it, now is not the time to think so much. Ning Changkong hastily cast a few hemostatic spells and struggled to get up.
In the remaining light, he caught a glimpse of a silver-grey shadow breaking through the air, and his movements paused.
A sword of ancient style seemed to have crossed the boundary of time and space, suddenly flying past and blocking them. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, making a low humming sound.
The rain of swords stopped abruptly, and the illusion suddenly broke apart, with countless fragments flying everywhere. Something green fell in front of him, and Ning Changkong subconsciously reached out to catch it.
When they came to their senses, Ning Changkong and the protagonist were already sitting on the floor of the treasure house, surrounded by rows of shelves displaying various magic weapons. The bloody hole on Ning Changkong's leg was oozing blood, soaking the old wooden floor.
A young woman in a dark blue suit stood in front of the two of them, holding a sword indifferently, staring at them with calm eyes.
That sword was the one that saved them in the illusion, and a faint light was still flowing on the sword.
And that person... Chu Qingge whispered:
"The current master of Yuxujian Pavilion is Zuo Langning."
Reiki Recovery Year Zero, August 30th, 10:46, Longyuan Academy Shoukanglou - that is, the infirmary.
The doctor is bandaging Ning Changkong's wound.
"The bones are not broken, and no important nerves are injured. The emergency hemostasis was handled very well. Did you do it yourself?"
"Yes." Ning Changkong sat on the hospital bed with a pale face. His injured leg was piercing with pain centered on the wound.
He now really doubted whether he could complete this world intact.
The main characters' combat power is still 0, so why are fatal incidents happening one after another?
Is this a nightmare? It is a nightmare, okay!
"He was brought in on time, so there won't be any sequelae. He just has to use a wheelchair for a month." The doctor pressed his injured leg, and Ning Changkong gasped in pain.
The doctor spoke first: "It is caused by the residual evil energy. This evil energy will erode the spiritual energy, so the meridians will continue to hurt until the injury heals."
"While treating the wound, I will help you* seal the evil energy in your thigh so that it will not affect other parts of your body."
"Is this evil energy?" Chu Qingge murmured, "How can the structure of naturally formed evil energy be so precise?"
Ning Changkong replied in his mind: "I didn't detect any evil aura either?"
"But it won't be a problem. This evil energy can probably last for a month. You have enough spiritual energy reserves. Just use up a month's worth of energy to fight it, and then wait for it to dissipate on its own."
Ning Changkong couldn't help but ask, "Isn't there a quicker way?"
"This kind of evil spirit is extremely rare in the entire category of evil spirits, and there is no particularly good solution." The doctor shrugged, "I have been practicing medicine for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen this kind of evil spirit."
Ning Changkong was just about to continue asking why this energy was called evil energy when there was a knock on the door.
Zuo Langning walked in holding a sword and asked a few questions about his injuries. After the school doctor gave a brief answer, he understood and left the room, leaving the two of them some space.
The young master with a frown on his face looked at him with a sharp gaze: "Are you Lin Jinsong? The talented freshman who stood up for justice?"
How come this title is so appropriate at this time?
Chu Qingge was a little confused: "How did she know about this? You are so famous?"
Ning Changkong answered after careful consideration: "I am Lin Jinsong. I stand up for justice... I am a genius, but I don't deserve it."
The thin boy lying on the hospital bed looked pale due to his injuries and looked at her nervously.
Zuo Langning pulled a chair over and sat down in front of his bed: "You and Gu Minghui have caused a big disaster. The person in charge of the interrogation from the Foreign Affairs Bureau is still on the way."
Ning Changkong wrote down the protagonist's name, Gu Minghui.
“Did you set up the alarm spell in front of the treasure house yourself?” Zuo Langning’s eyes were fixed on him, as if he wanted to see through his soul.
Ning Changkong gathered his thoughts and answered calmly, "Yes, I wanted to stop Gu from entering the Treasure Pavilion, but I failed to catch up with him."
"So I had no choice but to follow him in. I was worried that something might happen, so I set up an alarm outside."
As a result, something went wrong.
Zuo Langning nodded slightly and commented: "The colors were too chaotic and the frequency was too fast. I almost didn't recognize it as a distress signal."
Ning Changkong was silent: "..."
I just learned it! It’s only been a few days since I started learning it!
"However," Zuo Langning's tone changed, with some admiration in his words, "well done."
Young people who are ambitious and talented should still be encouraged.
There was another rapid knock on the door, and Du Yihe was standing at the door carrying a wheelchair.
He nodded to Zuo Langning, and then said seriously:
"The director is here."