Chapter 257: The Intangible Planner
Location: In the alms room of Seraph, who is meditating intently.
Seraph sits with his eyes closed, his soul within.
Seraph stands still, his closed eyes revealed.
His golden eyes glow like a light shining from them.
The surroundings are gold, and the sky above is red.
Somewhere, Seraph is training.
Seria sits in her room. Seria trains, trying to tap into her soul.
In the center of her forehead, golden light energy gathers.
Somewhere, in a pitch-black room.
The girl, Zenon, sits on the floor, surrounded by darkness.
A servant stands holding a lantern, watching the meditating Zenon.
Zenon closes his eyes, meditating. Blue lightning begins to erupt.
Time begins to pass. Seria began to gradually plan to take over the school, and the school's rules were being changed.
The changes began to change little by little.
Seiren Tenshin Academy, a bright morning.
Many students wore green stars
in the center of their chests to indicate they were still undefeated.
Most of the first-year students had no green stars, and very few had more than one.
Except for Seria and Zenon, the school's top stars.
The students gathered in the center of the school.
A large sign was placed in the center of the room,
with large letters written across the center.
It was a green sign with a scissors symbol.
The title read:
The number of winners with the most stars in the battle
First place goes to Student Council President Sora
Second place goes to Zenon
And third place goes to Seria.
The one who gathered the most stars was ranked according to the plan, and the remaining seven were the top.
Seria stood with his arms crossed, a beaming smile on his face.
He looked at the ranking board. "Wow... look at Zenon, the student council president. It's just as expected. He's a really talented senior."
Zenon, who was standing next to Seria, didn't reply. He turned to look at another board.
It was a green board, the same type.
With the same characters as the one above.
It read:
Number of Potions Connoisseurs: Number 1, Student Council Vice President, Deni.
And Top Ten: The Best Potions in the School. No star rankings.
Only by fighting and winning, the opposing team's star is awarded.
Zenon asked. "Seria, Seraph, didn't you compete in potions?
Is it really okay to leave it like this? Aren't you even ranked as the best potions connoisseur?"
Seria looked at the potions connoisseur board. "I don't know if you're good at potions.
As for my brother, I can't predict his abilities at all."
Zenon gave him a look, wondering if he was lying.
He's my brother. But you don't know him?
"We've been together for so long, you don't even know about Seraph's abilities?"
Seria nodded. "Yes, I don't know anything. You could say my brother has never shown any of his abilities before.
Just once. I've never seen him."
Xenon looked disbelieving. "I don't believe it. What happened back then? Are you saying Seraph hasn't fought once?"
"That's right. Not once. Back then, the student council president met my brother on the road.
My brother has never used his abilities in combat.
You could say that his terrifying planning meant my brother didn't even have to fight once. I've never seen him fight once."
Seria's mouth curled slightly as he beckoned for Zenon to follow him.
Xenon followed slowly, not keeping his distance from Seria.
Seria opened his mouth, his tone serious.
"How is it? It's beyond my capabilities. A long-term plan, isn't it?
There's no need to fight, just a plan." Able to subdue the opponent.
Xenon hurriedly walked over to stand next to Seria. "Is that possible? Planning the whole thing yourself, never even trying to fight?"
Seria nodded. "That's right. A monster among monsters can describe Seraph's brother like that.
A being that even monsters would tremble with. So,
Seraph's return and then disappearance seemed to have something to do with it."
Xenon looked deeply thoughtful. "That's terrifying, brother. Aren't you just daydreaming?"
Seria raised his hand and looked at his own hand, which was slightly sweaty.
"Then, test it out and see if what I'm saying is true.
Look closely. In that fight back then, we were forced to follow Seraph's brother.
The damage was so great that only one person was injured. What's this planner who didn't plan? "
Sinon followed Seria obediently, driven by Seria's imagination.
He was over-praising Seraph. What a coincidence!
Time began to pass quickly.
The sun rose and set alternately.
Until the fifth day.
Seraph's apothecary room.
The captive was trapped inside, surrounded by a green barrier.
It was incredibly durable. Seraph closed his eyes, meditating. The room was pitch black, lit only by a single light.
Seraph slowly opened his eyes, bit by bit.
His eyes opened, and Seraph smiled slightly at his success.
A golden light instantly illuminated the room.
The source of the golden light was Seraph himself.
The entire room glowed brightly. In front of Seraph, the cauldron exploded. Boom!
The cauldron, made of iron, separated from each other.
A shard of the cauldron slightly struck Seraph's face. Pew! Boom!
A shard of pottery cut Seraph's face, causing blood to drip onto the floor.
Seraph touched his face and said, "So this is how it is. Leveling up increases your overall abilities.
I just saw an explosion earlier. So, I've been upgraded to a martial artist."
Seraph looked behind him, standing up after sitting there for so long.
Outside the room, where the green barrier should have been, there was no green barrier protecting it.
Seraph took a vial from inside the aperture, which grants cultivators who successfully cultivate.
Seraph held the red vial and let it fall to the floor. Whoosh!
The Demon Lure Potion was instantly activated.
Seraph was on the verge of tears. He was both happy to be a cultivator,
and sad to have to deal with the collapse of the green barrier.
It was like a signal to everyone outside that
the concoction of the potion was complete. Seraph prepared, standing still and calm, waiting for the appearance of the outsiders.
[Well, the decisive battle begins now. At the very least, we must stall for time.
Use the Longevity Potion to buy time and take advantage of their negligence.
Shoot the Lucky Gun to attack, and everything will be fine. I'm counting on you, Gun. This time, I'll have to rely on you.]
In a desperate situation, Seraph still held out hope that the Lucky Gun would be useful.
The Lucky Gun had already shown off its abilities, from shooting Thorem's horsetail to shooting Mediah through the air.
No hits were made.
Seraph was stunned, then remembered something and looked outside the room.
The reason he remembered was because he remembered the Longevity Potion was inside the cauldron.
[Oh, crap! That potion was in the cauldron! I forgot!]
Seraph was about to find out where the pill was.
Footsteps approached. Thud, thud, thud, thud.
A pair of footsteps approached with a loud thud. He hadn't thought to muffle the noise.
A person approached with a loud "Crack!"
Ling Yue's coachman appeared. He was an old man with a beard and a hat covering his face.
He was wearing the same clothes he wore when he picked up Seraph from school.
"This kind of noise and the barrier that collapsed, does that mean it's a success, little boy?"
The coachman smiled faintly.