49: If you're a true brother, come see me at the Demon Slayer Academy!

Hongyun Hotel.

It had a grand name, but in the First District, it was considered a bottom-tier hotel, even inferior to a guesthouse.

Not only was it located in the outermost part of the district, but the building was also extremely old.

The night was deep and still.

On the desolate street, two drunks held bottles of Immortal's Drunk, weeping as they drank.

"Gone, it's all gone. Only the two of us are left! Drink, keep drinking. One drink to drown a thousand sorrows!"

"Drown a thousand sorrows! Forget it all, forget everything."

Both were Level 60+ professionals. Their team was a well-known treasure hunting squad in the First District, but they had encountered a terrorist attack while searching for monster Materials in the Fallen Zone.

They hadn't even seen the monsters before losing more than half their health bars. Three of their teammates' health bars had emptied instantly; they hadn't even been able to let out a groan.

The two hadn't dared to look back, crushing their teleportation scrolls to escape with their lives.

One of them smashed his wine bottle fiercely. "No, even if I die, I must have revenge!"

"Revenge!" The other man's eyes reddened as he also smashed his bottle.

The two turned back immediately, planning to head to the Fallen Zone to level up and get stronger once they sobered up, and then take their revenge.

"Wait, something feels off!"

Hearing this, the other man sobered up instantly from the shock, reflexively pulling out his shield and weapon.

"Haha, we're inside the city district, why are you so nervous?"

The man who spoke first hadn't fully sobered up yet and mocked him.

"Old Zhao, something really does feel wrong. It's too quiet around here!"

"Be careful. Those desperados from the God Descent Cult might use death to launch a terrorist attack."

"Old Zhao?"

The man received no response. He turned around to see Old Zhao standing dazed in place.

"Seriously, be careful!"

"I think I smell blood."

He walked to Old Zhao's side and gave him a light pat, only to see Old Zhao fall apart like a shattered porcelain doll, pieces scattering all over the ground.

Blood sprayed as a transparent fishing net, dyed red with blood, appeared where he had stood.

"Shadow Hall, Ghost Executioner!"

The man's face twisted. The towering rage in his heart instantly transformed into overwhelming terror.

Shadow Hall was the most notorious and terrifying assassination organization on Blue Star.

They never failed!

Their strength was even more frighteningly powerful.

Their most famous achievement currently was the successful assassination of the Vice City Lord of the Ninth District.

The most terrifying members of the hall were the Five Great Assassins.

Heaven, Earth, Human, God, and Ghost!

To see them was to die, without exception.

He didn't have the courage to resist at all. He immediately tried to pull out a teleportation scroll, but he couldn't exert any strength.

His hands were already gone.

Not just his hands—his entire body was falling apart like a porcelain doll.

Ghost Executioner's figure appeared out of thin air nearby. With a wave of his hand, a swarm of tiny spiders appeared, devouring the flesh and blood on the ground completely.

The night wind blew, but it didn't stir a single trace of the scent of blood as it continued its lonely wandering.

The night fell silent once again.

He looked toward the nearby darkness. "When is that person coming over?"

"Information came from over there; he hasn't left the house yet," someone answered from the darkness. Though he tried his best to remain calm, a hint of fear could be heard in his voice.

"It's already 9:58, and he hasn't left yet? Hurry him up!"

"Yes!"

The young man hurriedly took out a computer. After typing a string of unintelligible characters, he lightly pressed the "Enter" key.

A red exclamation mark popped up.

[You are not his friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first. You can only chat after the other party has accepted the verification.]

???

So heartless!

The young man's surprised expression fell into Ghost Executioner's eyes. With a flash, Ghost Executioner appeared by the computer, his face instantly darkening.

"My Lord, I... I can fix this."

"Oh?"

"I can call him and ask him out."

"You have one minute."

Ghost Executioner held up a finger, his face completely indifferent.

The young man was so scared his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Ghost Executioner always had this expression whenever he killed someone.

He quickly typed another string of characters, then pinched his throat, speaking the moment the call connected.

"Big brother, I miss you."

"Sorry."

Before the young man could celebrate, he heard the other side continue, "I forgot to block your number." Then came the sound of a dial tone.

"My Lord, I..."

The young man had only said three words when he saw a familiar headless figure sitting by the computer.

Xu Le hung up and blocked the number, completely unaware that he had just avoided an assassination attempt.

A proper ex should stay "dead."

Popping up every now and then like this—isn't that just a haunting?

Tossing his phone aside, he began researching ways to earn school Credits.

Whether they were Credits or not wasn't important.

What mattered was that he really wanted to make progress.

Method one to earn school Credits: Complete tasks assigned by the instructor.

He had to reach Level 50, which was a long way off.

And it only gave 2 points, which was a drop in the bucket.

Method two: Participate in various ranked matches.

There were three lists: the School Ranking, the All-Grade Ranking, and the qingwu ranking.

He knew about the school one; the school had specifically designed ten arenas in the training grounds. Fixed arena matches were held every Friday, and those in the top ten who held their positions until the first of the following month would receive points.

He was completely clueless about the other methods.

He sent his questions to Hong Yuantai.

It was past ten at night, but the other party actually replied instantly.

Fearing that text wouldn't be clear enough, he called him directly and spent an hour explaining everything.

Xu Le listened with boiling blood, writing down the various ways to earn points.

Feeling curious, he asked, "Teacher, you haven't mentioned the qingwu ranking yet?"

Hong Yuantai pondered for a moment before saying, "You are indeed qualified to know. Once you've gathered 100 school Credits, go to the Logistics Department and exchange them for a xiaoyao realm ring, then you'll understand."

Xu Le opened the list in the group chat, but found that there was almost no introduction for the xiaoyao realm ring, giving off a "buy it or don't" vibe.

He was too short on points!

Just as he was about to sleep, he suddenly saw a certain hot search topic staying red.

[Blade in hand, kill Xu Dog! Hot]

He remembered that defeating off-campus challengers could earn him 2 school Credits. (Chapter 041)

Without hesitation, he opened a personal account, completed the real-name verification, and then posted a Microblog.

[Hello everyone, I'm Xu Le. If you're a brother, come see me at the Demon Slaying Academy! @Blue Star University @Shenjing University @Huazhou University @Ke Wu University...]

This time, he tagged all the universities that had been sarcastic toward him last time, his meaning being self-evident.

Some people staying up late browsing the web saw this message and were instantly infuriated, leaving comments below immediately.

[So you're Xu Le. Demon Slaying Academy, right? Be there or be square!]

[Brother upstairs, it costs 2,000,000 Credits for outsiders to go to the Demon Slaying Academy. There are even teachers protecting him in the school. At most, you can only give him a beating. It's not worth it!]

Xu Le suddenly understood where those 2 school Credits came from. So the wool came from these sheep.

He was just thinking about using a burner account to fan the flames when he realized it wasn't necessary at all.

[Money can be earned again, but feeling good is very important!]

[+1]

[+1]

[+1008611]

Of course, there were even more annoying comments.

[Tang Wei says he wants to treat you to a meal.]

[I hope the illness overcomes you soon.]

...The only positive comment was left by Li Yang.

[Brother Le is mighty!]

Then there were countless trash-talk replies; his Microblog account was likely going to be overrun tonight.

There were many similar comments, but hey, earning school Credits wasn't something to be ashamed of!