Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

Shen Ye patted Zhou Heng on the shoulder, consoling him:

"It's okay, thanks for testing skills with me. Next time, I'll have a proper match with you."

With the Dark Gold Entry + rare profession, creating a trump card like "Night Banquet Frolic," Shen Ye was still in a good mood.

Zhou Heng shrank a little.

A proper match?

Although he hadn't been injured, he had been blown away by the cold wind high into the sky, where he caught a glimpse of that huge Frost Blade.

Looking at the Frost Blade, the only profound thing he felt was one thing.

Death.

—I'd be insane to fight you again!

Zhou Heng's face twitched, and he barely squeezed out a smile, saying:

"Okay, Shen Ye, thanks for today. Let's fight another day."

He leaped off the platform and ran off without looking back.

The competition is over!

Shen Ye also jumped down from the platform to meet the gazes of Nangong Sirui and the others.

"Hey, I'll marry my sister off to you in exchange for that secret technique that lets you fly with just the First Layer of the Law Realm."

Nangong Sirui said without any concealment.

"Sorry, but this is for my learning only—it's protected by exclusive intellectual property rights," said Shen Ye.

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

Upon reflection, there really was no need to worry about standing up for Shen Ye.

He had already received reliable news.

Shen Ye's teacher was that person.

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

Song Yinchen seemed to have a good relationship with Shen Ye too, and Chaos Spirit Light said nothing at all about their connection.

This turned out to be even more frightening.

If Chaos Spirit Light decided that Shen Ye was a factor in promoting Song Yinchen's progress—

Provoking Shen Ye would simply be courting death.

Others might not know how powerful Chaos Spirit Light was, but he, as the rightful eldest son of the Nangong Clan, was crystal clear about it.

Forget it.

Nangong Sirui set aside his thoughts and continued strolling around campus with Shen Ye and the others.

At this time, you could hardly see any upperclassmen students.

The campus was empty and deserted.

After playing ball for a while and then drinking milk tea together, they discussed going to the library to take a look.

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

Once Nangong Sirui started reading, he became engrossed and waved off the others to "go ahead without me."

The three of them left the library, thoughtfully.

The kid really loved reading books.

So, the scholarly aura he had on was not just for show?

The three browsed through the teaching building next.

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

The classrooms were spacious and bright.

After watching for a while, they wanted to cross the field to look at other buildings on the other side.

"You guys go ahead and take a look around; I'll get the lay of the land,"

Zhang Xiaoyi said.

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

Zhang Xiaoyi was interested in this and went straight over to sit down and started chatting with the seniors in charge.

That left Guo Yunye and Shen Ye.

The two passed the cafeteria.

"That smells delicious," remarked Guo Yunye.

"Of course," said a senior student as he hurried by, uttering a sentence:

"Today the cafeteria is making grilled fish—there are also a few dishes welcoming new students, the first 100 to try eating for free."

Guo Yunye said goodbye to Shen Ye and rushed to the cafeteria.

"..." Shen Ye.

Actually, after exploring Hell for most of the night, and then fighting a match, he was very tired.

Just now, he had been forcing himself to hang out with his brothers.

Since they had all found their interests—

I'm going back to sleep.

After a good rest, there would still be plenty to do.

Shen Ye yawned, went straight back to dorm room 316, pushed open the door, and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He slept straight through until eight-thirty in the evening.

It was already completely dark outside.

Shen Ye slowly woke up and looked around.

Across the bed.

Nangong Sirui was deeply engrossed in a book titled "Classification Summary of Ancient Divine Artifacts."

"Awake? Warm up some food for him,"

he said without lifting his head.

"Yes,"

two maid servants simultaneously manipulated a spell to add ingredients and heat to a small hot pot on the table.

—By the smell, it seemed to be pork rib hot pot, and very fragrant at that.

Shen Ye was ravenous. The words "put away your artifact spirit" hung on the tip of his tongue, but after a long moment, he still didn't say them.

Nangong Sirui turned a page of his book, speaking:

"You sleep deeply. Zhang Xiaoyi came in the evening to call you for dinner, and you didn't wake up."

"I'm a night owl," Shen Ye said.

Nangong Sirui frowned slightly:

"I have a very regular schedule, going to bed promptly at 11 p.m. every night. If you're a night owl—"

"Don't worry, even if I move around, I'll keep it quiet," Shen Ye said.

"Hmm, quiet is good," Nangong Sirui praised.

Zhang Xiaoyi was standing outside the door and happened to hear the last two sentences, sweat drenched on his forehead, feeling it was not appropriate to knock on the door, he turned and left.

Shen Ye and Nangong Sirui looked toward the door together.

Strange.

There was someone outside the door just now, but they left.

Never mind them.

Shen Ye casually stretched his body, feeling his strength had already come back.

In the void, a line of faint glowing text appeared:

"Adequate rest has fully restored all your attributes."

This sleep was a good one.

Shen Ye picked up his chopsticks and started to eat.

"Thanks for keeping the meal for me—it's delicious."

"It's nothing. Do you want to read a book? This one is quite good; I recommend it to you,"

Nangong Sirui offered a book to him.

Shen Ye looked closely and saw the book's cover read "Detailed Explanation of Technique Spirits' Stages."

This was indeed something he needed to understand.

"Thanks, I'll look at it later,"

Shen Ye set the book aside and focused on his meal.

Nangong Sirui continued to read his book.

All of a sudden.

The phones of both of them rang at the same time.

Kunlun's voice came through the loudspeaker:

"A message to announce."

"The speed of the alien planet is slowing down."

"It is estimated that by tomorrow night at seven o'clock, the distance between the alien planet and us will be shortened to 375,000 kilometers."

"During this process, countless people will observe it."

"All measures to prevent social panic and chaos have been formulated and completed, and all government departments and the military are in full readiness."

"Information control has begun."

"All units and departments, please be prepared for battle."

"End of announcement."

The light of the mobile phone screen gradually went out.

"It feels... the campus is still very peaceful," Shen Ye said with some confusion.

"Of course, we're just freshmen in high school one, they can't just drag us directly to the battlefield, right?" Nangong Sirui said.

"So high school students are too weak to join the fight?"

"Stop talking nonsense, those senior students are all at the First or Second Layer of the Law Realm, stronger than most professionals in society, and they have all set off—that's why you find the campus excessively quiet," Nangong Sirui explained.

"Are we that weak?" Shen Ye asked.

"Actually, the strength of you, me, and Xiao Mengyu is enough to be on the battlefield," Nangong Sirui said.

"How so?"

"I have a defensive Divine Artifact, and Xiao Mengyu's sword is also a Divine Artifact, it's not impossible to fight beyond our level."

"What about me?"

"A successor of the Chaotic Heaven Gate should have some means to cope with this situation."

"...But we are still staying at school," Shen Ye pointed out.

"No choice, that's what the school requires, unless we reach the power of the Second Layer of the Law Realm," Nangong Sirui said with a sigh.

"The Second Layer of the Law Realm?" Shen Ye repeated.

"Right—to complete the advancement of the first Professional Skill and unlock a second Professional Skill, that is when the Dharma Aspect becomes powerful enough to reach the Second Realm of the Law Realm," Nangong Sirui casually explained.

Shen Ye furrowed his brow.

Something wasn't quite right.

His occupation was "Night Roamer."

But speaking of Professional Skills—

Not counting Pupil Skill, didn't he have two Professional Skills, Frosty Moon Shocking Sky and Sudden Rain?

Strictly speaking, Frosty Moon Shocking Sky consisted of four skills!

He tilted his head and thought for a while, still unable to figure it out, and simply took out the Sect Leader's Precious Tactic.

The Precious Tactic knew what he was thinking, and silently revealed several lines of small text:

"The Four Techniques of Frost Moon Shake the Heavens are the Fundamental Skill of the Chaotic Heaven, and since you have unlocked all constraints by circulating the stars throughout your body, and have obtained the Complete Secret Dharma Aspect of the Macrocosmic Pure Moon—"

"These four techniques can be practiced up to the Ninth Layer!"

"The 'Night Roamer' exclusive skill 'Sudden Rain' is the same."

Good.

He had four skills more than others.

The Ancient Sect was different after all.

Just keep practicing!

Shen Ye didn't think much of it anymore, and like a whirlwind, cleaned out the pot of vegetables in the hot pot.

"How much? Shall I transfer the money to you?" he asked.

"No need, I told the cafeteria 'A descendant of the Chaotic Heaven Gate wants a late-night snack,' and they prepared these dishes for you—I just had the Artifact Spirit warm them up for you," Nangong Sirui said.

"...Thanks anyway."

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

"Don't leave the light on for me, I'm going out for a walk tonight."

"Okay."

He left the room.

He headed straight for the cafeteria and handed the hot pot and utensils over to the staff.

Then.

It was time to go practice archery.

All signs point to a good day for training!

—He had told Nangong Sirui he was a "night owl" on purpose.

After all, he went to the Nightmare World every night; he couldn't let people wonder why he wasn't in the dormitory every evening.

He'd sleep during the day from now on.

—But he had classes during the day.

What to do?

Hm...

The decision was made, "The Little Match Boy"!

"Every time you stay out of the world opposite the door for 'An Entire Day', your chances of getting 'higher level' entries increase by ten percent, up to a maximum of ninety percent."

Once the matter with Hell is settled, he'd visit every few days.

Specifically to farm high-level entries!

Of course.

All of this was predicated on the world still existing.

The alien planet was coming.

What was going to happen?

Given the fate of the Master of Demon Prison, a war was very likely.

There was no use worrying.

Better to focus on improving his strength!

Having decided on a plan, Shen Ye walked down the little path behind the cafeteria to the Martial Arts Arena.

To call it a Martial Arts Arena was a bit grand, as it was really just an empty space surrounded by a slender iron rod holding a sign that read "Martial Arts Arena."

When Shen Ye entered the Martial Arts Arena, that sign immediately lit up, flashing incessantly.

...Is it calling me over?

Just as Shen Ye was about to step forward, the iron rod shot up from the ground and hopped over to stand in front of him.

The sign blinked and a few lines of text appeared:

"Breathing Soil Martial Arts Field at your service."

"What can I do for you?"

"I'd like... to practice some archery," Shen Ye said.

The text on the sign rolled away and new text emerged:

"The Archery Hall is ready."

"Shen Ye, your tuition bill is currently being checked."

"All your expenses are paid by the Human Martial Arts Group, and the password-free payment has been completed."

"Open!"

Countless red bricks rose from the ground, rapidly building up into walls and forming beams and roof.

Planks flipped over from the ground, forming the floor.

Lights.

Target boards.

Practice bows and arrows.

A table and chair for rest, towels for wiping sweat, goggles, gloves, hats, archery attire.

Everything was all set.

Next to the chair, an ice bucket held various popular sports drinks from around the world.

To Shen Ye's left and thirty steps away, there were also a small shower room, sauna, and restroom.

The text on the iron rod's sign refreshed to display two more lines:

"Have a pleasant practice."

"—Sweat it out, young man. Today's effort will lead to tomorrow's glory!"

The iron rod bent down in a slight bow, hopped back to its original place, inserted itself into the hole in the ground, and remained motionless.