The God of Cataka

44

"Who dares to make a mess of midnight? Catch her!" The loud cry of someone blared, breaking the silence.

Tianba simultaneously froze and paled.

The sounds of army shoes clashing against the uniformly galloping floor on the ancient stone floor of the castle were filled with bloodstains.

Bodies were everywhere, lying in pools of blood, some still breathing heavily, others unconscious.

But at the same time, it looks the same overall the same image of the same mute, the same likeness of the world of death, the same mass murder.

The same wound…

The same weapon…

And…

The victims…

They all looked at the bar.

They all have pale faces.

It was as if their pallor, the filthy bundle of hair clinging to their foreheads, their blank gazes, now seemed like imagining their sure death. It was as if their destiny was hidden within that detail, and on every pair of eyes that were wide open without the light of fate's life seemed to come to the surface like a re-enactment of the deaths of all the members of the assassins.

Tianba fell down while dropping his sword.

A chief of bodyguards approached Shen Zhu and Tiao, then bowed to them respectfully the soldiers, "Sorry to surprise you!"

"You—" Shen Zhu stammered pointing at the bodyguard's head.

The head of the bodyguard was the bodyguard that Shen Zhu had helped. "My name is Li Wei" he said.

"Troubt you," Shen Zhu bowed respectfully to the army.

"Catch that troublemaker!" li Wei's instructions to his men.

In the next instant, a number of bodyguards had already surrounded the place and captured Tianba.

The dormitory door crackled open, Bao Yu appeared sleepily. He yawned and wriggled, then crossed and stood tilted against his shoulder to the pillar of the veranda. His untying long hair was strung to the waist. His sleeping robe was stretched across his chest.

Some of the bodyguards almost choked on thinking she was a girl.

Her beautiful face looked stunning under the moonlight.

Shen Zhu and Tiao immediately approached him.

"Teacher, go back to sleep!" shen Zhu said as he hammered his teacher's arm.

"I just want to know who was arrested," Bao Yu said as he yawned again.

Shortly after, the other disciples burst out and stared at the guards who were evacuating the bodies of foreigners. Then they simultaneously turned to Shen Zhu. "Sister!" they shouted almost simultaneously. Their faces were worried.

"Nothing to worry about!" hatch Bao Yu while turning into the dormitory. "He didn't die easily!" he said, shaking one hand.

The next day, Tianba was sent with Jianyin to the ancient ruins in a strict escort.

Jialin and Bao Hu did not come out of his room to let go of Jianyin. And so after. They remained locked themselves away for days, while time continued to run and the Knight Trials were already getting closer.

The announcement of the results of the calculation of the points of the participants was almost forgotten.

The elders finally agreed to continue the procedure without a chairman and give Tianba quota to the eleventh champion.

Finally, now all the disciples of Dormitory Seven got the Knight Exam quota.

The divine resurrection ritual was also performed.

Jialin didn't show up!

Bao Yu let out a short sigh and massaged the base of her nose. Then turned around and slipped away without everyone's knowledge.

Moments later, the man had already landed on the veranda of Jialin's guesthouse. "How long will you keep yourself locked up?" bao Yu growled as she flicked her fan towards the door of the girl's room, and instantly the sliding door opened.

Jialin flinched from his slump and was flabbergasted to find his uncle already standing in the middle of the room in his room.

The girl was sitting on the floor hugging her knees and leaning against the edge of the bed when Bao Yu forcefully opened her bedroom door.

The maidservants rushed towards them in a hurry.

Then somehow, Bao Yu had taken out a stick of incense that had lit up between his middle and index fingers, then toss the incense into a small table on the side of the head of Jialin's bed and stick it there.

Jialin and his servants simultaneously suffocated and held their breaths.

"Cube time is half an incense stick for you to clean yourself and change clothes," said Bao Yu in a sharp tone with a cold facial expression. "If not, don't blame me for acting tough!" threaten her.

The servants of Jialin rushed Jialin to the bathhouse.

Not half an incense stick, they have returned with Jialin's arm on the left-right.

The girl had finished cleaning herself and changed clothes to make thin makeup on her face that could not cover her pallor.

Jialin bowed with a helpless face.

Bao Yu waited for him in front of a low table with cheeks leaning against a fist, and elbows propped up on the table. A bowl of porridge had been served on the table in front of the man. "Eat!" his instructions were in a stern persuasion that made Jialin drop himself across the table as he bowed to the bowl of porridge with a mixture of haru and confused taste.

The man gave her a calming look. His cold eyes softened, and Jialin remembered to take a breath.

I know you haven't eaten yet, Bao Yu's gaze reassured him. The unspeakable attention of that gentle and unexpected approach, swayed him. Making Jialin touched.

However, slowly and carefully, Jialin's tense chest and shoulder muscles began to loosen.

A while later, Bao Yu had already managed to drag the girl to the sacred temple on the top of one of the mountains outside the college building, he said, where the elders were performing the divine awakening ritual for the disciples to be sent for the Knight Trials.

The temple is in the form of ancient ruins like a former tube-shaped bell tower without a roof and without walls. The ten extremely ancient stone pillars lined up twisting like swords thrust onto the floor.

In the center of the circle of pillars was a stone floor that was no less ancient layered with magic circles patterned on the divine symbols of the seven gods.

A disciple floated silently above the magic-circle-lined floor in an unconscious state.

Those pillars were measuring pillars and spiritual powerhouses. Almost the same as the one in the college hall. But it does not contain metal. Only a black-colored ancient stone would turn into a crystal when the ritual was performed.

The eight pillars had now turned into crystals, one in between turning half and another one remained unmoved as a black stone.

It was a sign that the innate spiritual strength of the disciple had only passed eighty.

It was Jiangwu's innate spiritual power.

There were two people left who had not had a turn when Jialin came. Now it's Tiao's turn.

All eyes rolled towards Jialin and at once the girl was directly bowed, indirectly taking refuge behind her uncle's shoulder. His face seemed to burn as he saw Shen Zhu standing at the very front row in the crowd.

The young man glanced at him at a glance with a flat expression that did not reflect a privileged though slight look. Stay calm and actually a little plain. Both of his hands were folded in front of his chest in the arrogant demeanor of a knight.