Chapter 118 - 117: Great Harvest

Chapter 118: Chapter 117: Great Harvest

Gu Su took a leisurely stroll through the alleys of the Night Ghost Market, visiting every remaining stall one by one. He finally managed to buy everything he had wanted on this trip.

This return to a familiar place was far more fruitful than he had anticipated. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a massive, satisfying shopping spree.

Setting aside everything else, the various professional textbooks and supplementary study materials alone filled the two bone pushcarts he had borrowed from a stall owner. They were so heavy that the wheels visibly strained under the weight.

These old books held many details Gu Su had glossed over or never noticed during his school days—practical techniques added by teachers, key annotations left by previous upperclassmen. Every page he turned filled him with a bit of regret for how hasty he’d been back then.

But now was obviously not the right time to settle down and study these books. Gu Su efficiently sorted and packed all the books he’d bought, tied them up securely, and headed straight for the post office at the end of the alley. He asked the staff to mail the packages directly to his Graveyard Demon.

After mailing the packages, Gu Su dusted off his hands, looked up at the familiar yet strange school gate in the distance, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

This vocational college, where he had spent three years and never set foot in again after graduating, now appeared before him after a two-year absence. Every blade of grass, every tree, still bore traces of the past.

Although Gu Su had long since graduated and, by rights, was no longer an enrolled student of the school,

it was a vocational college, and you know how it is.

The school’s management of students had always been lax. As long as they ensured the male students didn’t die and the female students didn’t give birth—upholding this most basic bottom line—no one would bother asking too many questions about trivial matters.

After all, in this Game World, simply surviving three years of vocational college and getting a diploma was the greatest achievement for most low-level players.

Sure enough, when Gu Su reached the school gate, the security guard was dozing in the guardhouse. The guard didn’t even lift an eyelid, let alone come forward to ask for his identity or stop him from entering. He was allowed to stroll brazenly onto campus, as if he were still the student who used to enter and exit the school on time every day.

Relying on the lingering memories in his mind, Gu Su navigated the campus with ease, visiting several related schools, such as Undead Nurturing, Spiritforging, and Talismans.

He never intended to look for anyone from the student council. ’They’re mostly all for show and can’t actually help with anything,’ he thought. ’It would be a complete waste of time.’

So, Gu Su went directly to a few classrooms where classes were in session or on break. He took advantage of the underclassmen’s free moments to casually ask a few questions and quickly found what he was looking for.

These were all practice pieces handmade by the underclassmen during their specialized courses. They couldn’t be considered high-grade items, but every single one was the real deal.

Don’t be fooled by the uneven quality of these practice pieces—most didn’t even qualify as the lowest-tier gray items, and their craftsmanship was a bit crude. However, the materials used were genuine articles specially selected by the school, without a hint of being fake.

After all, the school provided these materials specifically for students to practice controlling the Undead and to familiarize themselves with item-crafting techniques, so the quality of the materials was naturally not compromised.

What was even rarer was that these practice pieces came with the instructors’ creative concepts and revision suggestions. Some even had notes detailing the reasons for failure and methods for improvement.

You could say that as long as you figured out the right way to use them and understood their inner workings, these seemingly ordinary practice pieces were actually hidden gems, far more practical than the shoddy items on the market.

At least in Gu Su’s eyes right now, these things were rare treasures.

Most importantly, their prices were extremely low, practically a giveaway. For him at his current stage, they couldn’t be more perfect.

So, by the time Gu Su walked out of the academic building, his hands were full, carrying a large bag of miscellaneous trinkets. It wasn’t light, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

Most of the items in the bag were props specifically for ghosts and Undead, such as Tombstone Spikes for immobilizing Undead bodies, Corpse Oil lamps for nourishing Yin Souls, and Yin Soul incense for attracting Undead to gather. These were, in fact, the main areas of study for students in the Undead Nurturing major.

After all, in the region of the Night Ghost Market, these sorts of Undead-related items had always been the most consumed consumables. Whether for controlling Undead to mine and work, or for dealing with sudden Undead riots, they were indispensable.

Besides those, the bag also contained a few small objects with strange designs that Gu Su thought might be useful—a pleasant surprise.

For instance, there was a small spire clearly made from a Vampire Fang. Apparently, it was the brainchild of some upperclassman, called the Bloodsucking Wenxin Tower.

Its main purpose was to drain the blood of others to ensure one’s own academic and exam fortunes.

It was meant to guarantee you wouldn’t fail your courses. There were many such trinkets around the school, and a lot of students who wanted to avoid make-up exams would make offerings to them.

This particular one was probably put up for sale because something went wrong with it, or perhaps it just wasn’t very effective.

But of everything in the entire bag, what satisfied Gu Su the most—and what surprised him the most—was a pair of stone lions the size of a seal stamp.

The pair of stone lions was small but exquisitely carved. From the manes and eyes on their heads to the patterns and claws on their bodies, every detail was lifelike. The majesty and form that stone lions ought to have were all captured perfectly in the carving.

To be honest, aside from being a bit small, this pair of stone lions was virtually indistinguishable in craftsmanship and form from the proper stone lions placed in front of temples. In fact, their details were even a little more refined.

Most importantly, according to the underclassman who made it, the piece was originally planned as a white-grade item, with materials prepared and design conceived to that standard. Unfortunately, the underclassman’s skills weren’t yet adept enough. He made a mistake during the process, which ultimately led to a failed creation that didn’t reach white-grade quality and could only be treated as a scrapped practice piece.

But for Gu Su, the size of these stone lions was just right.

They were perfect for placing on either side of the Deceitful Tree’s Altar. Not only would they serve as decoration, but perhaps their majestic presence could also help stabilize the sinister yin energy around the Deceitful Tree.

So, without a second thought, he had immediately bought the failed piece from the underclassman for a price so cheap it was almost negligible.

Now, carrying the bag and thinking of the small, exquisite stone lions, Gu Su couldn’t help but feel a secret delight. ’I really scored a huge bargain this trip,’ he thought to himself. ’This deal was absolutely worth it.’