202: Chapter 202 Blind Box Bait

The atmosphere in the classroom grew somewhat peculiar.

Five hundred pairs of eyes were fixed unwaveringly on the ordinary iron box on the lectern.

If this were ten minutes ago, someone would have likely already thrown a shoe up there, cursing that this was a joke playing them for fools.

But after experiencing that terrifying baptism of oppressive aura moments ago, no one dared act rashly now.

"Professor."

Finally, the red-haired boy in the front row mustered his courage and raised his hand.

The arrogance he had shown earlier was completely gone, replaced by extreme caution in his tone.

"May I ask... what exactly is inside this?"

Lin Fan gave him an appreciative glance, as if looking at a cooperative straight man in a comedy duo.

"Good question."

Lin Fan picked up the iron box, hefting it in his hand, which produced a dull clanking of metal.

"It's a sword."

"Or, more accurately, a broken sword."

"It's something I unearthed from the ruins of an ancient battlefield."

Lin Fan's voice was low and magnetic as he began weaving the story he had prepared long ago.

"That day, a bloody sunset shrouded the earth, with not a blade of grass growing for miles around."

"Although this sword is broken, although it was buried under the dust of ages, I could still sense an indomitable sword intent sealed within it."

"It was the final strike unleashed by an ancient sword cultivator facing a foreign deity."

"Though the blade was destroyed, the sword intent endures."

Lin Fan narrated vividly, his face filled with an expression of remembrance and reverence for the martyrs.

Several sensitive female students were even somewhat entranced.

But more people still had clear disbelief written in their eyes.

"Professor, that's a nice story you've spun."

A bespectacled boy stood up. He was the Practical Combat Academy's famous data genius, a firm believer in scientific analysis.

"But I just scanned it with a spiritual energy detector. The energy reading from this box is extremely low, even lower than a piece of E-grade alloy."

"If it truly sealed an ancient sword intent, how could there be absolutely no energy fluctuation?"

These words immediately found agreement among those around him.

"Yeah, isn't this just a piece of junk iron?"

"Even for a blind box, this is too slapdash."

"Is Professor Lin trying to take us for suckers?"

Voices of doubt arose once more.

The smile on Lin Fan's face didn't change, but inwardly, he sneered.

*These brats, what do they know about divine artifacts concealing their brilliance? What do they know about the System's encapsulation technology?*

*If you could scan it that easily, how could I keep my Myriad Treasures Pavilion running?*

Just as the situation was reaching an impasse...

A lazy voice suddenly came from the back corner of the classroom.

"Since no one dares to try, I'll give it a shot."

Everyone turned to look.

They saw a boy in ordinary sportswear, fairly handsome, standing up.

It was Qin Feng, disguised and mixed in with the students.

His current identity was that of an auditing student at the Practical Combat Academy, and also the number one "plant" Lin Fan had placed among the student body.

Yawning, Qin Feng made his way through the crowd to the front of the lectern.

He put on a show of circling the iron box twice, frowning deeply as if engaged in some intense internal struggle.

"Professor, how much for this thing?"

Qin Feng looked up and asked.

"Not 998, not even 98."

Lin Fan extended a single finger. "Just 10 Jing University points."

*Hiss~*

A collective intake of breath sounded through the classroom.

Jing University points were hard currency!

One point could fetch ten thousand dollars on the black market, and often they were scarce at any price.

Ten points—that was a hundred thousand dollars!

Spending a hundred thousand on a lousy blind box? This was sheer madness!

"Isn't that too expensive?"

Qin Feng also wore a pained expression. "Professor, can you make it cheaper? I'm a poor student; this is a whole month's worth of meal money I saved up."

"No haggling."

Lin Fan refused coldly. "Opportunities like this have always been reserved for those with courage."

"Fine! I'll take the gamble!"

Qin Feng gritted his teeth, putting on the look of someone going all-in.

He took out his student ID card and swiped it on the card reader on the lectern.

*Beep.*

The sound of a successful deduction rang out.

All five hundred students in the class held their breath, craning their necks to see what this sucker would actually pull out.

With trembling hands, Qin Feng slowly opened the lid of the iron box.

*Click.*

As the lid lifted, a musty, aged smell wafted out.

Inside lay, as expected, a rust-covered broken sword fragment, about the length of a palm, looking like nothing more than a scrap of iron.

*Tch~*

A wave of jeers immediately rose from below the podium.

"I told you it was a scam."

"This scrap of iron? Even a scrap collector wouldn't want it."

"This guy lost big. Ten points! That's enough for so many servings of braised pork."

The data genius even adjusted his glasses, wearing an "I knew it" expression.

Qin Feng also wore a look of utter devastation. Picking up the broken sword fragment, he made as if to hurl it to the ground.

"Professor, you cheated me!"

"Don't be hasty."

But Lin Fan grabbed Qin Feng's wrist, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"Some things shouldn't be judged by their surface."

"Use your spiritual energy to activate it."

Lin Fan's voice seemed to carry a certain magic.

Qin Feng paused for a moment, then complied, circulating the spiritual energy within his body and slowly channeling it into the broken sword fragment.

The next second.

A sudden transformation occurred!

The originally rust-covered broken sword, upon contact with the spiritual energy, began shedding its rust layer by layer!

*Hum~*

A clear, Passionate (resonant and stirring) sword cry instantly reverberated throughout the entire lecture hall.

Immediately after.

A dazzling silver light shot up from the broken sword towards the ceiling!

Within that light, a faint, illusory human figure could be glimpsed, holding a long sword, executing a slash towards the heavens.

Though it was just an illusion, that sharp, terrifying sword intent—as if capable of severing the sky—genuinely made everyone present feel their scalps tingle!

Even the alloy windows in the classroom developed fine cracks under the vibration of this sword intent!

"This is... Sword Intent Materialization?!"

The girl in the training uniform at the front row abruptly stood up, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"This is a B-grade... no, this is an A-grade combat technique inheritance vessel!"

"Heavens! Such a dense sword intent! If one could comprehend it, they could definitely grasp a Micro-level sword technique!"

The light faded.

The broken sword in Qin Feng's hand had completely transformed.

No longer scrap metal, it was now a crystal-clear, crystalline sword-shaped jade slip.

"Congratulations."

Lin Fan released Qin Feng's hand and began clapping, leading the applause. "It seems your luck is good. With 10 points, you've obtained an A-grade combat technique inheritance worth at least 500 points."

Qin Feng's acting now reached its peak.

Holding the jade slip, his whole body trembled, his face a mask of ecstatic joy and utter disbelief.

"I profited... profited?"

"I hit the jackpot?!"

He suddenly looked up at his classmates below the podium, speaking excitedly and incoherently.

"Brothers! It's real! There really is good stuff in these!"

At this moment.

The classroom, which had been filled with doubt and mockery, completely erupted.

Everyone's eyes changed.

They were the eyes of wolves spotting meat, of sharks scenting blood.

Greed, desire, madness!

10 points for 500 points?

That's a fifty-fold profit!

All reason, all data analysis, were tossed aside in this instant.

They only saw the treasure in Qin Feng's hands, only saw the possibility of striking it rich overnight.

"Professor! Are there more?"

The red-haired boy from earlier was the first to rush to the lectern, waving his student card, his eyes bloodshot as he roared.

"I'll buy! I have points! I want ten!"

"Me too! Don't push me!"

"Get lost! I was here first!"

The once orderly classroom instantly turned into a chaotic marketplace.

Students surged towards the lectern, pushing and shoving, afraid that if they were a step late, the opportunity would be snatched by someone else.

Watching this scene before him...

The smile on Lin Fan's face finally no longer needed concealment.

It was the smile of a farmer looking at a bountiful harvest.

It was the joy of a scythe about to swing down.

"Don't rush, don't rush."

Lin Fan leisurely pulled out another large box from under the lectern.

"Everyone will have a chance."

"As long as you have points, your professor here... has plenty to go around."