Chapter 11 The First Sword Cultivator's Request

"Hoo!"

Warm sunlight poured down from the sky, enveloping the entire ground.

Qiao Yu, crawling out from the Tang family's underground tunnel, took a deep breath, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

He followed the tunnel that Tang Wumou had created, managing to avoid the Tang family members.

"The Tang family... the Qin family... the Hunter's Guild... and Bai Ze, who has never surfaced..."

Qiao Yu smiled wryly. He hadn't done anything else, but he had certainly offended a lot of people.

He was just a small, low-level mage. Even though the guild's experience pool had given him a lot of experience recently, allowing him to level up, he was only barely level 18.

A level 18 low-level mage, facing so many behemoths, was no different from courting death.

"Check attribute panel!"

"Name: Qiao Yu

Class: Necromancer

Realm: Low-level (lv18)

Strength: 504 (Winning People Over With Virtue)

Defense: 500 (Solid as a Rock)

...

Health Points: 6020/6020 (+5040)

Experience Points: 1080/1800

Talent: The Mage's Heart of a Hero (Level Unknown)

Skills: *Ghost Eye Thousand Soldier Path* (S-rank), *Miracles Through Strength* (A-rank), *Strength Contract* (A-rank), Mechanical Empress's Wrath (B-rank)...

Equipment: Corpse Ancestor's Ring (A-rank)... (omitting a few old friends), Swift Wind Boots (C-rank), Fang Tian Hua Ji (D-rank)

Items: Underworld King's Seed (S-rank), Recognize a Thief as Your Father Card (A-rank)

..."

"Strength! Strength! The most urgent task is strength!"

Qiao Yu frowned tightly. Whether it was to seek revenge on Bai Ze or to find Zuo You, his strength was far from enough.

But he couldn't even enter the Otherworld alone right now. As long as he dared to appear alone in the Otherworld, he would be surrounded by the Hunter's Guild within five minutes.

The Hunter's Guild had hundreds of high-level players. Any one of them could crush him to death.

"I still have to go back to school first." Qiao Yu sighed helplessly.

From the time he went to fight Lu Yanhang to being kidnapped by Tang Lan to entering the Ghost Mountain dungeon and escaping from the Tang family, Qiao Yu hadn't returned to Kyoto University for a month without realizing it.

Stepping back onto campus, Qiao Yu couldn't help but feel a little strange. The campus was filled with youthful energy, which was completely different from the gloomy atmosphere in Ghost Mountain.

Qiao Yu couldn't help but feel like he was in another world.

However, before he could carefully sense it, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder.

Then, he flew up into the air, and the surrounding scenery kept receding.

The strong difference in speed made Qiao Yu want to vomit, but fortunately, the flight only lasted a short moment before stopping.

"Principal Ji?" Qiao Yu finally saw who was grabbing him and flying.

Ji Pingyang nodded, but didn't answer. His face lacked his usual peaceful expression, replaced with a coldness that kept people at a distance.

"Qin Xuan, did you kill him?" Ji Pingyang asked bluntly.

"No!" Qiao Yu took a deep breath.

"Oh?"

Ji Pingyang raised his eyelids, his eyes like two sharp swords, making it hard for Qiao Yu to open his eyes.

But Qiao Yu still gritted his teeth, opened his eyes, and met Ji Pingyang's gaze without the slightest fear. His health points visibly decreased rapidly.

"4396."

"3090."

"1314."

"520."

"1."

When Qiao Yu's health points were down to the last 1 point, Ji Pingyang finally looked away.

Qiao Yu gasped for breath. The feeling of surviving a near-death experience made his heart beat rapidly.

If Ji Pingyang had made even the slightest mistake in controlling the damage, he would have died on the spot.

"Qin Xuan, I watched him grow up since he was a child. He is my nephew. But now he has lost consciousness and become a vegetable lying motionless in the hospital."

Ji Pingyang seemed to be talking to Qiao Yu, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"Officially speaking, as the principal of Kyoto University, I shouldn't be doing this, but privately, I feel really bad. I'm sorry."

Qiao Yu was about to speak, but Ji Pingyang interrupted him.

"You don't need to explain. You said Lin Lang killed him. Can you produce substantial evidence?"

Qiao Yu was silent. He couldn't produce any evidence.

Ji Pingyang took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly, and the killing intent on his body flickered.

At this time, he was no longer the number one sword cultivator, but just an old man in his fifties who wanted to seek justice for his relatives.

In the end, Ji Pingyang slowly lowered his clenched fists.

"Your father, Qiao Anqing, was my student. I'll trust you this time."

Ji Pingyang looked at Qiao Yu calmly. He had returned to his usual calm and composed appearance.

"Since you said Lin Lang killed him, then you bring Lin Lang here, or produce evidence that Lin Lang is the murderer. I'll give you this time. During this time, I guarantee that no one from the Qin family will touch you."

"How much time do you need?"

Qiao Yu silently raised one finger.

"One month? No problem."

Ji Pingyang said, then saw Qiao Yu shaking his head.

"Could it be a year?" Ji Pingyang's brow furrowed.

"No, it's a lifetime."

Qiao Yu said faintly. Lin Lang was nowhere to be found now. Where was he supposed to find this guy?

He couldn't possibly infiltrate Bai Ze, could he? He might as well let Ji Pingyang kill him with a sword.

Boom!

As soon as Qiao Yu finished speaking, a terrifying aura erupted from Ji Pingyang, and the surrounding sword energy was rampant, tearing the floor tiles apart.

Ji Pingyang wanted to give Qiao Yu a sword strike, but remembering that he only had one drop of health left, he resentfully lowered his hand.

"Enough nonsense, just one month! One month later, you must give me an answer! After all, you are the most suspicious right now!"

Hearing this, Qiao Yu's face immediately became a bitter gourd. He was really carrying this black pot solidly.

"If you can really prove that you were wronged and find the real murderer."

Ji Pingyang slowly took off a golden pendant from his neck.

"This Qiongqi pendant will belong to you."

Qiao Yu's breathing suddenly became a little rapid. With the Qiongqi pendant, his combat power could directly increase by at least one level.

Qiao Yu: "Principal Ji, one month is too short. How about half a year?"

Ji Pingyang: "No way! At most, I'll give you four months!"

Qiao Yu: "Five months!"

Ji Pingyang: "Three months!"

"No way, Principal, Lin Lang is really strong now. I really don't have confidence in three months!" Qiao Yu shook his head like a rattle.

Ji Pingyang reached out and patted his shoulder, saying earnestly.

"It's three months, no change. You have to believe in yourself! True geniuses are forced out!"

Qiao Yu scratched his head in confusion upon hearing this.

"That's not right, how do I remember that I was born by cesarean section..."

Ji Pingyang: "???"