Chapter 117: Holy Oil Test
Hearing Teacher Richie's words, the classroom buzzed with discussion.
"Three-year vintage Holy Oil? The academy is surprisingly generous."
"It's just one drop; it's probably worth a few thousand dollars."
"That's still very expensive! Not everyone is that wealthy."
"Then you should reflect on why you have a father with a low income."
"Are you saying your father is wealthy?"
"No, very poor, so I'm just paying lip service."
"You guy..."
Aside from the discussion about the reward, some people expressed rejection of the liquid in the glass jar.
"When you are truly at an exorcism scene, the situation might be even worse."
Richie looked at the students below; he had expected this scene.
"Vomit, blood, and even human organs."
His tone changed, becoming somewhat serious.
"To save victims controlled by demons, exorcists must be prepared for dedication."
"There was once a Father Damien Karras who guided a demon to possess himself and threw himself down the stairs, finally driving the evil back to hell."
Richie tapped the glass jar with his fingertip as he spoke.
"If you can't even accept these, you can drop out now."
The classroom was quiet; none of the students dared to speak.
"Teacher Richie, if the Holy Oil fails to resist the evil, are there corresponding measures?"
At this time, Silas spoke up.
Richie raised an eyebrow.
He certainly knew this student and knew that the other party was unlikable in some aspects.
But in the matter of exorcism, this student named Silas was indeed talented.
"Good question!"
Richie snapped his fingers.
"Safety must also be fully considered before contacting evil."
As he spoke, he opened the lid of the glass jar and put his hand directly inside.
Upon contact with the liquid, Richie's fingers immediately turned black and rotten.
But he looked calm. He took a bottle of Holy Water from his pocket, then grasped the crucifix on his chest.
After reciting a few Bible verses, the evil on Richie's fingers turned into a puff of white mist and dissipated.
"I am the guarantee of your safety."
Richie raised his finger, inadvertently revealing the silver cross embroidery on his cuff.
"Teacher Richie, I want to try first." Silas raised his hand to signal.
The students craned their necks; they were all curious about the result later.
"Of course." Richie stepped aside.
Silas looked calm; he straightened his robes before standing up.
He garnered enough attention during the walk from his seat to the stage.
"First apply the Holy Oil to your arm, then feel the changes in your body with your heart..." Richie explained the precautions.
Silas did as told one by one.
He took out a glass bottle from his robe, containing only a small amount of drops.
"Silas really has one-year vintage Holy Oil."
"It must be him this time."
"Quiet down." Richie maintained order.
Silas applied the Holy Oil to his hand and closed his eyes.
A moment later, the corners of his mouth raised slightly; obviously, the gain was not small.
Then, under the gaze of everyone, Silas reached his hand into the glass jar.
One second.
Two seconds.
Just when everyone thought Silas had completed the test, the latter's face suddenly changed drastically.
Silas tightly gripped the hand contaminated with evil.
It was covered with black and blue blood vessels, and his fingers were twisted unnaturally.
"Ah... ahh..."
He cried out in pain, feeling an evil force drilling into his brain.
"Stay calm, guide the power of the Holy Oil." Richie's voice sounded at the right time.
Silas hurriedly did so.
But this only stopped it for a moment, after which the evil aura spread towards his whole body again.
Silas could no longer endure it and rolled on the ground in pain.
Seeing this, Richie hurriedly took action to purify the evil, and the former finally regained calm.
In the seats, the students were in disbelief.
At this time, Silas was curled up on the ground gasping for breath, his face covered with snot and tear stains, no longer having the previous calmness and confidence.
"It's actually so dangerous, but Teacher Richie was clearly very calm just now."
"Maybe Silas took fake Holy Oil."
On the other side, Richie also looked at his watch.
"Lasted twenty seconds; acceptable."
For an average beginner, lasting five seconds was already very good.
"Who else wants to try?" Richie looked up and asked.
But with Silas as a warning, everyone lowered their heads silently.
"Then I'll pick someone." Richie shrugged.
At this moment, Bent suddenly had a bad premonition.
"There are more than thirty people; it's impossible to pick me exactly..." He thought to himself.
"Bent... Gavin, is he here?" Richie read a name.
"I'm here, sir."
A moment later, Bent raised his hand stiffly.
His face was ashen; he didn't expect to actually be chosen.
Now he would definitely make a fool of himself in front of his classmates.
Bent walked to the glass jar in despair, then took out the Holy Oil bought with a huge sum of money.
After applying it as required, he was slightly stunned.
"It feels quite... comfortable?"
This thought suddenly popped into Bent's mind.
At this time, he indeed felt a trace of comfort.
And a pure Holy Power entered his body from his arm, merging with himself in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, Bent sensed some changes in his arm.
It seemed... harder?
Bent dared not be sure if he had absorbed it successfully.
After all, he had never applied Holy Oil before.
He just heard from others that absorbing Holy Oil took a lot of time and was not an easy task.
"Did you feel the Holy Power?"
Seeing Bent stunned on the spot, Richie thought the other party had failed; this situation was very common.
"If it hasn't been absorbed, you don't have to participate in this test."
But Bent said: "I... can try."
Richie raised an eyebrow and nodded.
Bent took a deep breath, then reached his hand into the jar.
Richie had already prepared the Holy Water in advance.
Unlike Silas who had high-quality Holy Oil, this student in front of him probably wouldn't last too long.
But the next scene was unexpected.
After being tainted with the liquid, Bent's fingers underwent drastic changes.
But it wasn't evil; instead, a large amount of white steam poured out from the jar opening.
A moment later, the evil aura on his hand had been eliminated cleanly.
"It... is gone just like that?"
Obviously, Bent hadn't expected this situation either.
He didn't feel any discomfort, and didn't even have time to take his hand out of the bottle.
Bent tried a few more times. In the eyes of bystanders, it looked a bit like he was rushing to touch the evil.
But the result was the same as before.
Silas aside looked incredulous.
He was already waiting for Bent to make a fool of himself.
After all, being embarrassed alone was too shameful.
But if someone accompanied him, he would feel much better.
"But why is this guy fine! In this way, doesn't it make me look very weak?" Silas gritted his teeth secretly.
Below, the students were already boiling over!
"My God! That guy actually withstood the evil invasion."
"Who is this exactly? He can actually be like Teacher Richie, or even more powerful."
"Did Bent buy high-vintage Holy Oil?"
The students' discussions were endless.
With Silas as a comparison, Bent's performance was even more surprising.
Unknowingly, everyone cheered for the latter's performance.
Richie's eyes also lit up.
Only he saw clearly what happened just now.
After contacting the corrosive fluid, Holy Power immediately condensed on this student's arm, forming a barrier to isolate the evil.
This phenomenon only appears after fully absorbing Holy Oil.
"He actually has this kind of constitution; it seems I have to report to the academy."
Bent didn't know that he had inadvertently obtained an opportunity for key cultivation.
There were no accidents after this.
Among other students, there were also those who successfully absorbed Holy Oil, but none lasted as long as Silas in resisting evil.
Therefore, apart from Teacher Richie, Bent was the only one who eliminated the evil.
He logically obtained that drop of three-year vintage Holy Oil.
But only he himself understood that all this depended on that bottle of Holy Oil.
"That shop manager didn't lie; the effect of the Holy Oil he sells is really different!"
The dissatisfaction in Bent's heart had long dissipated.
He even had a feeling that he had "made a huge profit."
"I have to go there again tomorrow." He thought to himself.
The next day.
After the morning classes ended, Bent went straight to Dei Commercial Street.
The shop with the sign "House of Repose" was already open.
Today he brought enough money and must buy a few more bottles... of Holy Oil stored for two weeks!
Just arriving at the door, he heard a voice coming from inside the shop.
"Judy! Long time no see, why are you here?"
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