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At the foot of a slightly towering Crimson Hill, several students from the Primordial Hall gathered in small groups, whispering to each other with expressions of schadenfreude.
From afar, at the top of the hill in a distinctive courtyard, intermittent screams of agonizing pain echoed down. The voice was hoarse, resembling the roar of a wounded beast, and it carried clearly to the foot of the hill, as if it were happening right in front of them.
"I wonder which unfortunate Fellow is foolish enough to test medicine for Van Lao. Haha, they must be in sheer agony now; it sounds like they reached a peak of suffering," chuckled a gray-clad man with shallow brows, his words dripping with mockery.
"I heard it's a new student. What was their name again?" Another man, quite robust and muscular, scratched his head and looked at a tall, imposing young man beside him.
This young man had a full forehead, eyes that sparkled like lightning, and a straight nose that seemed chiseled. If he were to walk by, one would certainly recognize him.
This young man was none other than His Highness Fourth Prince Claire of Crook Duchy.
During the Peak Showdown in Crook Duchy, Claire managed to secure the last spot with a ninth-place finish, earning his qualification to attend Holy Light Academy. Shortly after arriving at the academy, he joined the Primordial Hall and became part of the Body Refinement Division.
"His name is Brent; you must have heard about him recently, unless you've forgotten?" Claire's expression was complex; while he felt schadenfreude, there was also a sense of melancholy.
Sometimes, people cannot stand to see others excel beyond themselves. If that person happens to be someone who has outshone them and suddenly finds themselves in dire straits, feelings of schadenfreude naturally arise.
This is a flaw in human nature that Claire possessed. However, while reveling in Brent's misfortune, he couldn't help but feel weighed down by the gap between himself and Brent. Instead of feeling happy, he felt heavy-hearted and somewhat dejected; perhaps this was what it meant to be overly joyful yet sorrowful.
"Brent!" The gray-clad man with shallow brows' eyes lit up as the robust man reacted at that moment. Pointing into the air, he exclaimed, "So it's Brent—the one who defeated Barto and reportedly killed Lord Kaibo's brother!"
"Is it really him? Wait a minute! Didn't Day's gang of Tough Guys keep searching for him recently? Why would he show up so boldly at the academy instead of continuing to hide?" The gray-clad man looked uncertainly at Claire.
"Though his voice is hoarse, it is indeed him without a doubt. Besides, wasn't Van Lao looking for someone to test medicine on? Who else could it be but him?"
Claire's tone was somewhat ethereal, and his eyes held a hint of nostalgia as he recalled the time in Crook Duchy when he faced a blow from his father that could shatter mountains. That Fellow had actually managed to withstand it.
Though he was nearly mortally wounded afterward, during that shocking confrontation, the image of that Fellow attacking fiercely with his sword, along with the furious roar he let out, seemed to merge for a moment with the desperate wails coming from the hilltop, transforming into an indomitable will that resonated deeply.
"Let’s go, senior brothers. If you still wish to linger here, then I must excuse myself," Claire said, casting a deep glance at the courtyard on the hill before suddenly feeling somewhat disinterested. He cupped his hands toward the two beside him and then turned to leave.
"Hmm?" The burly man frowned as he watched Claire's retreating figure and couldn't help but snort coldly. "What’s he pretending for? Wasn’t he just laughing the loudest a moment ago? Now he's putting on airs."
"Heh, perhaps this kid can't bear to see his companions who arrived at the same time as him now gaining fame and strength. Deep down, he must feel somewhat despondent," the gray-clad man with shallow brows sneered twice and then continued, "Let's go; we've been here long enough. Not to mention this unbearable heat, if we get targeted by Van Lao later, it will be us suffering."
"Ah, yes, yes, let’s hurry." The burly man quickly caught on and urged a few times before hastily leaving.
At the main entrance of Holy Light Academy, as several ripples appeared, five elegantly dressed students emerged from the barrier of the gate.
By this time, dusk had passed and evening was approaching. Shortly after these five students left while chatting and laughing, the barrier at the gate rippled again. Following that, a figure gradually became clear as it stepped out from behind the barrier.
This person had disheveled silver hair cascading over their shoulders. A standard set of Amplification Equipment appeared slightly wrinkled. With an ordinary appearance and a somewhat reserved demeanor, only their eyes occasionally sparkled with brilliance like flashes of lightning.
"I didn't expect Van Lao's potion to be so effective. Aside from those bizarre pains, there's really nothing to criticize."
Those Fellows in the academy who avoided Van Lao like the plague probably had no idea about the benefits of these potions. As long as one could endure the intense pain, they could unlock their inner potential and absorb the effects of the potion to strengthen themselves. Those who simply feared pain would shy away after one experience and never discover its immense benefits—how fortunate for me.
Haha, as they say, Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai—one willing to hit and one willing to take it. As long as it can enhance my strength, what’s a little pain to fear?
The Silver-Haired Youth clenched his fists, his eyes filled with an uncontainable excitement; he was indeed Bu after his disguise.
After testing the potion for Van Lao ten times, Bu's pain receptors had become numb. The intense pain was not the same; almost every bottle of potion brought a different kind of agony.
Some felt like steel needles piercing through his entire body, while others resembled being smashed by a heavy hammer, causing pain that penetrated to the bone. There was even a potion named Stellar, which looked like the cosmos with its dazzling starry liquid, filled with dreamlike colors. However, once consumed, the sudden and intense pain that erupted without any warning was comparable to being subjected to a thousand cuts.
"Thinking back on it, it really hurts. How did I manage to endure it?" Bu Xin chuckled bitterly, still haunted by the memories, before glancing at his personal attributes page for some comfort.
"Character: Vampire: Dark Faction
Strength: 78 (48+0) Agility: 80 (5+8) Constitution: 84 (55+9) Spirit: 6 Energy: 756/756
Occupation: None Faith: None Level: Level Experience Points: 1148/8000 Physical Condition: Severe Injury 100%"
The ten potions were all meant to refine the body. Perhaps this was due to Van Lao's different focus in alchemy. At this moment, Bu's physical attributes only needed an increase of two points in strength; aside from spirit, all three other attributes would break through fifty points, thus truly reaching the stage of tempered flesh and iron bones.
Feeling the strength of his body, Bu's steps became much lighter as he hummed a tune while heading towards the Blue Castle Auction House.
Not long after leaving Van Lao's courtyard, someone from the Blue Castle Auction House contacted him through a Transmitter. Bu initially intended to visit Elena but had to change his mind along the way.
A semi-legendary spear was not something common; even with the vast inventory of the Blue Castle Auction House, such expensive items were rarely handled. Bu did not hold out much hope initially, but now that the target had appeared, he certainly could not let it slip away. He understood well that fortune favors the swift.
Arriving at the reception area of the Blue Castle Auction House, Bu quickly walked in and headed straight to a counter. He presented the ticket for the auction item to a beautiful receptionist standing there. After receiving the ticket with a smile, she gestured for him to follow her into an elegantly decorated private room.
"Esteemed guest, please enjoy a cup of hot tea while you wait. There are two other guests who have also placed bids on half-legendary level long spears like yourself. If they do not arrive within half an hour, I will contact the seller for you. The specifics of the transaction and the amounts involved will be negotiated between you and the seller. I wish you a pleasant bidding experience!"
The Receptionist smiled warmly, bringing a cup of hot tea to Bu, then bowed deeply, causing a flash of white from her chest to momentarily dazzle Bu's eyes.
"Wow, the beauty offensive at Blue Castle Auction House is truly something that ordinary people cannot withstand." Bu swallowed hard, coughing lightly as he picked up the tea to sip, his eyes darting around as he admired the beauty while secretly cursing his two competitors to stay away.
Bu's hopes were dashed; his cursing skills were not yet honed. After about ten minutes, a tall figure dressed in a Black Cloak, with their head covered, pushed the door open and entered.
This person was extremely tall, at least over two meters. Upon entering the room, they said nothing but glanced at Bu before taking a seat at the Receptionist's invitation. They then remained completely still, like a wooden post, seemingly meditating.
"Playing tricks," Bu Xin muttered under his breath. Just as he was about to take another sip of tea, he noticed the door being pushed open again. This time, a rather handsome young man entered the room, led by another receptionist.
The young man had a frivolous gaze and held his chin high, appearing quite arrogant. After scanning Bu and the mysterious figure in the black cloak for a moment, he sneered twice and said, "You two arrived quite early. Unfortunately for you, with me here today, it seems you will be leaving empty-handed."
"Berlin?" The mysterious man in the Black Cloak slightly trembled at the mention of the name and opened his eyes to look at him, frowning slightly.
"It seems this Fellow has some background," Bu An thought to himself but did not take the other's words to heart. As fellow bidders, he was not a poor fool without money; who was afraid of whom? He wasn't short on cash.
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