I haven’t said it before, but I do enjoy reading your comments on the story, so thanks for commenting. 

Also next week may be delayed, well the first week of every month going forward anyways. It’ll still average out to one or two releases a week. So don’t worry, I’m not cheating you all of any chapters. :) ️

While I’m at it December may be rough too. Expect odd updates. Once the New Year starts though it should be back to normal.

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[Oct. 29th, 2018]

The worms were a.s.sailed by the intense sunlight the moment they broke through the ground. Being nocturnal, this made them very uncomfortable and they wiggled and fidgeted about, their mood exceptionally bad.

They sprayed acid at Feng Wu the moment they sensed her in the area. She evaded and the acid hit the ground with a sizzling sound, eating away at the dirt and leaving a depression much like those that dotted the area. The depressions made it seem like she was on the moon or an asteroid.

The worms didn’t give up; they continued to bombard Feng Wu with a constant stream of acid. She nimbly evaded the sprays while launching her own counterattacks. Alighting on the wind she wove around the worms before striking with her sword. Sparks flew as her blade sc.r.a.ped against the sh.e.l.l. It failed to pierce through and slid harmlessly across their bodies everytime she tried. The sword just wasn’t strong enough, but it was easy to use and the only sword she had on hand, so she continued to try stab the worms with it.

Her brow wrinkled. Just as the thought of retreating entered her mind an immense pressure came from the sky. The pressure pressed down on the worms so fiercely it cracked their sh.e.l.ls and ruptured their bodies. Accompanying the pressure was a silver sword. It radiated white light and gave off an ancient feeling. The sword was clearly extraordinary.

Feng Wu’s eyes lit up with excitement at the sight. “Xiao Chun!”

Upon hearing its name the ancient sword flew to Feng Wu only to abruptly stop in front of her as though confused. It “looked” at her not knowing what to make of the situation. This person had its master’s aura but why was the appearance not right? *sniff sniff* The sword knew this was definitely its master after sniffing some more. There was no one else with such a comfortable aura and unique scent. Certain now that the girl was its master the sword flew closer and rubbed her gently on the cheeks letting out a cheerful and happy sound.

James, Lou Shali, and Jier Rogge looked at the blank mirror, that no longer showed the images of the students, in consternation. Although the President said the images in the viewing mirror would be restored, right now they still couldn’t see anything. Without a visual there was no way for them to score the children properly.

Suddenly the images were restored and the student images reappeared in the mirror. Now to find out who the heavenly artifact chose! However they came away empty handed even after checking all the candidates twice. How could this be? They definitely saw the silvery light of the sword fly into the mirror. Yet no matter how meticulously they looked, they couldn’t find it anywhere. Which student had it? What was going on?

The teachers weren’t the only ones wondering. Ai Lin also had no luck finding the sword. She had a feeling it was something precious. If she could get her hands on it she was sure she could successfully attack Zi Cheng. On the bright side she did find a magic book while searching for the sword. The book, which she found hidden inside a hole in a tree, was of a modest tier level. She knew it would be enough to let her enter Xingguang Holy Academy. Even though she couldn’t find the sword from earlier, the fact that she would be admitted to the school made her happy.

She was 100% certain the sword wasn’t in the original story, nor the earthquake for that matter. It was a pity she couldn’t get the sword. She could only hope that whoever got it, it wasn’t Zi Cheng. Zi Cheng already had an overwhelming upper hand with her cheat abilities as the female protagonist! She didn’t need anymore.

It’s overwhelming! That girl already has so many advantages. Any more and I can kiss my chance of beating her goodbye. I have to keep an eye out. Ai Lin refused to allow the original tragedy for her character to happen.

Zi Cheng cemented her original destiny when she found the magic book. It was an incredibly powerful item and would aid her greatly. Unsure if she would have to hand it over at the end of the a.s.sessments she read through the entire thing, trying to cram as much of it into her brain as she could. Even if she couldn’t understand it now, there was no harm in remembering it for the future. The idea of handing it over was unbearable though. It was a holy level spell book that could destroy the heavens! She really wanted to hold on to it.

While she was studying it, magic energy filled the air and something streaked across the sky. Zi Cheng’s intuition was excellent and her intuition was telling her that whatever it was that pa.s.sed by was important. Although her cheat system couldn’t a.n.a.lyze it, it told her the object had the potential to be an artifact.

An artifact was an extraordinary find. In the end she couldn’t find it despite all her efforts. Though disappointed she didn’t dwell too much on it. Both her and Yifu found magical items so they were destined to get into Xingguang Holy Academy.

She was curious about the owner of the artifact but wasn’t as hung up on it as Ai Lin. There were so many people taking the a.s.sessments, finding out who found the artifact would be impossible unless the one who found it revealed themselves.

Ai Lin and Zi Cheng weren’t the only ones curious about artifact’s master. Others looking for it cursed over and over again their poor luck.

“Who actually ran faster than me?! I was at the foot of the mountain! I saw it fall and went over to look for it, but still couldn’t find it. Who was so lucky that they got there faster than me? Who is?! Who is it?! Stand and say. I promise not to kill you!” A person dressed as a swordmaster shouted loudly as he held his sword in the air.