Chapter 279: Chapter 210: The Red Sword (Part 2)

In the alliance of professional players, there are also age limits and strength restrictions.

Before the age of thirty, below an Eighth Grade Grandmaster, once exceeded, one must retire; it’s not a lifelong meal ticket.

“If I can actually win the championship, even a second place finish might give me a chance to participate in the world competition.”

Thinking of the rewards and resources from the world competition, Yu Qiao felt a bit of blood boiling.

Originally feeling some heartache over losing two Golden Soul Skills, he now felt it was entirely worth it.

Compared to winning a championship and participating in the world competition, those two Golden Soul Skills were insignificant.

“Alright, it’s time to depart.”

Seeing the Tentacle Monster disappear, Lin Feng walked out of the training hall.

Outside the training hall, there were quite a few members of the Red Cloud Team, who had obviously gathered here intentionally, waiting outside the door of the training hall. Seeing Lin Feng and his team of five pushing the door open, their eyes were filled with some heat and envy.

And outside the door, the three substitutes of the Red Cloud Team exchanged a glance with a bit of helplessness.

These days, they had cooperated with the main lineup as well, but sometimes it seemed like they were being excluded from the group of five, never fully integrating.

With Yang Ningbing and others taking lessons and the coach’s guidance, they dared not say much.

Fortunately, the resources they were entitled to wouldn’t be lacking.

“Dean Bu has already notified us that we pick up the Spiritual Artifact and depart promptly at two in the afternoon.”

One of the three substitutes, Zhang Xuan, said.

Lin Feng nodded.

Red Cloud University, being a military college, though not as famous as the other two Hero Academies, its foundation was not weak at all.

And as the main and substitute lineup of the team, they could enter the Treasure Pavilion to select a piece of Spiritual Artifact at will.

This was the reward among many resources that Lin Feng was most looking forward to.

At this moment, he was indeed in need of a weapon.

Lin Feng and seven others walked out of the training base, heading towards the Library Pavilion of Red Cloud University.

The Treasure Pavilion was on the ninth floor of the Library Pavilion. When Lin Feng arrived, Bu Zheng was already waiting there, saying no unnecessary words. Under his lead, and under the envious gazes of many students, Lin Feng and the others entered the Library Pavilion, reaching the ninth floor.

Having come to the ninth floor of the Library Pavilion again, Lin Feng’s strength had greatly increased, vaguely sensing the dangers lurking around.

There were no visible arrays, no defenses, but it was frightening. Not only Lin Feng, but Yun Kai and others also felt it, their expressions slightly changing.

“The power of space.”

Yue Mingming’s gaze stopped at certain positions. As a Summoner, he was more capable of sensing the hidden space power and danger around them.

This time, Lin Feng encountered that mysterious figure from an Alien Race, clad in a dark cloak.

Upon their arrival, he slightly paused his steps, then gazed at Lin Feng and the others, his eyes stopping on Lin Feng briefly. The gaze hidden in the darkness carried a peculiar light.

That gaze made Lin Feng feel somewhat uncomfortable.

However, this time, he had no intention of rekindling old friendships with Bu Zheng. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he disappeared into thin air.

“Spatial Soul Skill!”

Yue Mingming’s eyes slightly lit up. This was evidently the effect of a Soul Skill. If his Demon Spirit truly matured, he might be able to execute it too. Of course, absorbing a Soul Skill would be the best outcome.

Under Bu Zheng’s lead, they arrived at a bronze gate. Lin Feng had been here before, beside the brass gate that housed Soul Techniques.

This bronze gate, standing three meters tall and two meters wide, aside from its color, was identical to the brass gate beside it.

As Bu Zheng’s hands changed Hand Seal formations, a faint phosphorescence flickered, as if a lake surface appeared before the copper door. The lake surface rippled like being dappled by dragonflies, sending out ripples.

Buzzz….

A mysterious fluctuation descended, slightly oscillating the space, conveying a sense of desolation and desolation. The lake surface in front of them seemed truncated at the waist, slowly cracking open a seam, with the bronze door following suit, emitting faint energy fluctuations.

“The opportunity to enter the Treasure Pavilion is rare, even for me. Each of you may choose a piece of Spiritual Artifact. There’s no limit on the artifacts, but I’ll give you a piece of advice: don’t deliberately choose those with high level and great power. If you can’t control them, you might get hurt and end up with nothing. What suits you is best.”

“In the Treasure Pavilion, the color of the racks indicates the attribute. If it’s white, it represents no attribute; a red rack indicates danger and the unknown. Some of these Spiritual Artifacts are sourced from the Divine Martial Continent; others have unknown origins. Since we can’t unleash their full power or understand their danger, don’t choose lightly.”

“You have one hour. Once time is up, come out.”

With the bronze door cracking open a sufficient gap for entry, Bu Zheng gradually stopped the changing of Hand Seals: “Go in.”

Lin Feng was the first to enter the bronze door, Yun Kai followed closely behind, and as all eight of them disappeared, Bu Zheng again changed Hand Seals, the bronze door slowly closing.

…..

Upon entering the bronze door, what appeared before them was a confined chamber measuring less than a hundred square meters, with soft luminous stones embedded around it.

In the central area and around the chamber, over a hundred one-meter-high cylindrical racks were on display, filled with an array of Spiritual Artifacts. Around the artifacts, there were also numerous light curtains encapsulating them.

Spiritual Artifacts possess a spirit. Some even trembled, with some attacking the light curtain.

These light curtains were obviously meant to bind the Spiritual Artifacts. Yet even while restrained, strong fluctuations were still emitted. The intensity of these fluctuations somewhat indicated the level and power of the artifact.

Of course, this was not absolute. Some Spiritual Artifacts with no fluctuations might still possess great power.

There were many Spiritual Artifacts with different attributes and fluctuations, but everyone’s gaze instinctively turned to one spot—the position in the far corner.

A line of red racks held over thirty pieces of Spiritual Artifact.

Some of these artifacts had ancient styles, some were bizarre, with unknown uses, emitting strong and weak fluctuations. In the most central spot, a long sword, entirely dark red, drew everyone’s attention.

This sword was a bit peculiar, around one meter long. The hilt should be about 25 CM, with the back of the sword thicker, gradually thinning down, less than half a finger wide. Instead of an ancient long sword style, it resembled more a Samurai Sword. The silver-gray hilt and dark red blade shone like a gemstone, despite many notches on the blade, still exquisite and beautiful, giving a ghostly, melancholic sense.

In the chamber, the fluctuations from this sword were not the strongest, not even ranked, but it exuded an extremely evil and bloody aura. Even though confined in a light curtain, its wave still instilled a slight chill in Yun Kai and others’ hearts.

Regarding this sinister aura, not only Yun Kai and others felt uneasy, but other Spiritual Artifacts on the red rack also avoided it, as if to stay away from the red long sword.

“This aura?”

Yue Mingming couldn’t help but glance at Lin Feng. This extremely evil and bloody aura was very familiar. He had just experienced it moments ago, so compared to Little Sister Dong and others, he was the calmest.

This aura was similar to Lin Feng’s bloodline power but far less evil and bloody.

Upon this sword’s appearance, Lin Feng too had a déjà vu feeling, a surge of yearning bubbling inside him, or rather, it was the Nightmare showing longing.

Within Lin Feng, the Nightmare was unusually restless, akin to the feeling when entering the Demon Blood Pool back then.

“An Alien Race’s sword?”

Lin Feng thought silently, approaching the red rack. Amid everyone’s astonished gaze, Lin Feng extended his right hand through the light curtain, gently grasping the sword hilt.

Then, he drew it out.

As the red long sword left the light curtain, an extremely evil and bloody aura instantly enveloped the entire chamber. In that aura, everyone felt a sense of vertigo and nausea, Qi and Blood churning.

As soon as the Red Sword left the light curtain, it emitted an eerie screech, sending a shiver down everyone’s spine. It struggled fiercely in Lin Feng’s right hand, as if trying to break free from his control. Ultimately, it even directed Lin Feng’s right hand, slowly lifting it, with the sword tip aimed at Lin Feng’s eyes, gradually stabbing forth.

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