The next morning, Lu Zhi walked into the library on campus with a dark expression.
As it was Saturday, many students preferred to stay in the library to consult materials and read. Lu Zhi also saw Lan Yu Shan, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
Lu Zhi took a few documents from the bookshelf and sat down opposite Lan Yu Shan. He immediately heard Lan Yu Shan say, "Why haven't I seen Teacher Shen around?"
Lu Zhi tutted and replied grumpily, "Why bring him up?"
Lan Yu Shan looked confused. "Wherever you are, Teacher Shen is usually there. It's just you alone, and I'm not used to it."
Lu Zhi was taken aback. He recalled the recent period and realized it seemed to be true.
Lan Yu Shan then asked, "Do you know what the monthly exam will cover?"
It was better not to mention it. The mention of it reminded Lu Zhi of the condition he had agreed to with Shen Qi last night. His lips still felt numb and painful, appearing much redder and fuller than usual. A closer observation would reveal slight swelling.
In the end, Shen Qi even said, 'Cheating is not good,' then listed a few document titles with a doting yet helpless expression, adding that he had already reminded him, and then sent him away.
Lu Zhi was so angry that he barely slept. He rushed to the library early in the morning.
He thought Shen Qi must be like a dog, sniffing out danger and avoiding him. He hadn't even seen a shadow of him since this morning.
Lu Zhi, with a sullen face, opened a book. "I don't know. Do you know what the exam is about?"
Lan Yu Shan was surprised. "It was posted in the class group. This month's exam questions are about '', and I've been in the library looking for information for the past few days, but there's not much recorded."
Lu Zhi blinked, suddenly understanding what Shen Qi had meant by "already reminded him." So, from beginning to end, Shen Qi had been setting a trap for him, and he had foolishly walked right into it.
Thinking of this, Lu Zhi couldn't help but curse Shen Qi as a scoundrel in his heart. He asked, "What have you found?"
Lan Yu Shan replied, "Senior Jiang said that each mentor's monthly exam is different. Our monthly exam this time is a real-time theoretical class, and the topic is 'foreign deities.' It's very likely to be about foreign deities that have appeared recently."
"Our monthly exam should be about figuring out which divine system these foreign deities belong to."
After hearing Lan Yu Shan's words, Lu Zhi fell silent.
Shen Qi, I've wronged you. You really gave me preferential treatment, and quite a significant one at that.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that Lu Zhi hadn't spoken, Lan Yu Shan sent him the materials he had collected and comforted him, "If you fail this monthly exam, there's always the next time."
Lu Zhi coughed and said with a serious tone, "Let's continue looking for information."
Before opening the document, he proudly sent Shen Qi a sticker of a dog being petted on the head.
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Deep within a rugged mountain range in China, in a canyon where sunlight could not penetrate, dark mists clung to the steep, jagged cliffs like the ghostly hands of hell.
With a thunderous explosion.
A boy, his face contorted, fled in disarray.
Suddenly, a bright red Lycoris radiata appeared before the boy. As the boy's pupils contracted sharply, it transformed into a stream of light and shot into his body. The boy's face instantly turned deathly pale, his life force rapidly drained away, and he withered with age, plummeting from mid-air and crashing heavily into the depths of the valley floor.
Dense thorns, like sharp blades, pierced the boy's body. Amidst muffled groans of pain, the boy, with his golden pupils, glared ferociously and hatefully at the man who had ambushed him.
Shen Qi, with his fair skin, stood barefoot in the void. The dark mists beneath his feet transformed into a ferocious ghostly face before dissipating into thick smoke.
The boy, impaled by thorns and resembling a dried corpse, had only his sacred and beautiful golden eyes full of life.
Di Meila could never have imagined that Shen Qi would dare to attack him: "You... how dare you..."
Shen Qi had no time for conversation. Red blood threads emerged from Di Meila's body like a cocoon breaking open. The divine soul's power that Di Meila had finally found, capable of bearing his presence in the mortal world, was being crazily siphoned by the blood-red silken threads. He emitted heavy, guttural sounds, like the panting of a dying beast.
Shen Qi's expression was blank. As his crimson-gold eyes with silver rings looked down, they exuded absolute power, surpassing all deities.
Looking at those golden eyes, which he had once loved madly, embedded in a disgusting shell, Shen Qi's anger ignited like a prairie fire, engulfing the dark, ghostly fangs that tried to sneak attack him from the sides. The dark, thick fog instantly let out a mournful ghostly cry, and crimson flames turned the pitch-black deep valley into a sea of lava fire.
Di Meila let out a painful groan. The mists and ghostly fangs within the deep valley were manifestations of his power. Shen Qi's move was undoubtedly an infernal roasting of his divine soul.
The flames made Shen Qi's crimson-gold eyes appear even more scarlet, reflecting Di Meila's pathetic and struggling, ugly form. His eyes flickered slightly, and the sound of bones breaking and being crushed was immediately heard from Di Meila's body.
Di Meila screamed in agony, his cries echoing endlessly in the abyss-like valley floor.
Deities also had boundaries and classifications. Di Meila had violated the 'peace treaty' between deities thousands of years ago, invaded China, and stolen a pair of eyes, making him feel quite humiliated by being chased by Shen Qi, this lowly mad deity. What was worse was that all the deities in China seemed to have gone mad, and they pursued him into their foreign domain, forcing him to hide for nearly a thousand years.
If the Divine Lord hadn't said that the main deity of China had perished, he wouldn't have set foot in China again. Unexpectedly, he, the embodiment of the God of Lies, was deceived by his own Divine Lord. The moment he entered China, he was targeted by this madman, Shen Qi.
However, he was fortunate that, apart from Shen Qi, all other deities seemed to have truly perished, with only a few remaining in slumber.
With the main deity of China perishing and other deities falling into slumber, the balance was broken, and they could invade China's territory and claim it as their own. Who would have thought that before he could even relay this exhilarating news to the Divine Lord, China would establish a 'Deity Forbidden Zone'?
That was an absolute divine domain, possessed only by the Divine Lord, capable of expelling deities from other countries into China's territory.
But Di Meila had investigated, and China's main deity had died a thousand years ago.
Even this formerly lowly deity before him possessed divine power as vast as the sea, leaving him with no room to fight back, as if he were being toyed with, crushed, and mangled like a cat playing with a mouse, all because he had stolen a pair of eyes!
What Di Meila found most unbelievable was that Shen Qi had become so powerful, so powerful that it almost made him doubt if he was the Divine Lord!
Di Meila suddenly let out a ferocious smile, his voice dry and rough as he said, "You can't kill me."
Like a cunning rabbit with three burrows, Di Meila was the weakest among foreign deities, but he was the best at escaping and hiding. Otherwise, Shen Qi would not have been searching for him for nearly a thousand years.
Di Meila did not immediately flee back to his foreign divine realm when being pursued by Shen Qi because he was unwilling to part with this mortal vessel that allowed him to manifest in the real world.
Just as Di Meila was about to withdraw half of his divine soul from the vessel, he was horrified to discover that his divine soul could not detach from the vessel. His golden pupils were filled with blood mist, and he glared hatefully at Shen Qi, his voice hoarse as if crying blood, "What... have you done to me!"
Shen Qi's eyes were icy. His figure flickered, appearing beside Di Meila. He raised his bone-white hand and slowly placed it over Di Meila's eyes, which he had stolen for nearly a thousand years. His sharp voice, laced with a hint of neurotic laughter, whispered, "Everything of 'Her' belongs to me."
Crimson light covered his palm, and Di Meila's divine soul suffered bone-chilling pain. In a distant foreign divine realm, Di Meila's main divine soul, connected to his avatar's divine soul, involuntarily convulsed in pain.
Divine bodies were merely puppets for convenient movement in reality; as long as the divine soul remained, it was eternal.
Di Meila did not know what method Shen Qi had used to lock his divine soul within the vessel, directly causing him pain, and even his main divine soul was severely injured.
Di Meila finally felt the fear of death at this moment. How ridiculous, after living for nearly ten thousand years, he felt death so clearly for the first time.
Di Meila's limbs were constantly healing and regenerating through his own divine power, only to be crushed and pulverized inch by inch by Shen Qi. The searing pain in his eyes intensified, and with a 'plop,' the eyes connecting to his main divine soul instantly lost their light.
"Finally, found it." Shen Qi cradled a pair of golden pupils in his palm, as brilliant as pearls. His crimson-gold eyes gazed tenderly at these dazzling and beautiful eyes, but in the next moment, he closed his palm, ruthlessly destroying them completely, turning them into a golden hourglass that dissipated into the air.
Di Meila's empty eye sockets were slowly recovering. He could not see Shen Qi's gentle gaze, only his cruel actions. He heard Shen Qi's gentle, neurotic whisper, filled with suppressed madness: "Those eyes I liked so much~ so much..."
The next moment, Shen Qi roared like a madman, "But you defiled them!"