High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2687 - 908: Blessing Hidden Within Calamity

April 12th, the eighth Monday after the start of term.Lunar calendar, February 28th.

Presiding spirit: Azure Dragon; clashes with Dog, evil spirit in the south.

Auspicious: travel, cleaning, trading;

Inauspicious: funerals, excavation, seeking medical treatment.

Because his luck hadn’t been great lately, Zheng Qing specially flipped through the Old Almanac and picked today to complete his third deal with Trident Sword.

Before the semester started, at Greenhill Mansion, he and Trident Sword had reached a supply agreement: at the beginning of every month he would deliver five Blood Symbol Bullets to Trident Sword, each priced at 150 jade coins, for a total of 750 jade coins.

It was a win–win deal.

From Trident Sword’s perspective, buying up all the high‑power Blood Symbol Bullets on the market not only reduced the uncontrollable spread of uncontrollable risks, it also turned uncontrollable risks into controllable ones.

From Zheng Qing’s perspective, more than 700 jade coins of extra income each month could easily cover his Magic resource expenses at this stage, and regularly burning through blood energy in daily use was also good for reducing the burden that the Forbidden Curse put on his body.

All in all, many birds with one stone.

But as the saying goes, "good things are often beset by troubles" — analyzed in occult terms, a good thing that benefits everyone like this is bound to trigger a backlash of fortune on some dimension, like when a capitalist has taken the last copper coin off the proletariat, and in the end he gets strung up on a lamppost by people who have nothing left but their rage.

Zheng Qing suspected that the day of the Anti‑Magic Festival, when he fell into the crows’ trap in North Beita Town, there was some backlash of fortune at work in it.

Because that day in the Sandbox Mini World, he was forced to waste several Blood Symbol Bullets, which caused the April delivery to Trident Sword to be delayed by nearly two weeks. In occult terms, for this kind of mutually connected yet logically unrelated events, there must be some occult causality.

By the time he finished the transaction with Trident Sword, it was already five‑thirty in the afternoon.

From six to nine in the evening, he still had a Yin Fu Studies class, and he hadn’t eaten dinner yet.

Because he came to the cafeteria a bit late, there weren’t many students inside, so he mustered up his courage, didn’t hang an Invisibility Talisman, and wanted to see whether everyone’s attention was still on those three Great Elves’ identities.

The dessert section had put out a lot of new sweets today; a few Witches wearing robes of different colors were standing outside the glass case, carefully sizing up the pretty little plates on the shelves.

Zheng Qing slipped silently past behind them, pricking up his ears to catch their chatter — this was a trick Xin Fat Man had taught him for gathering information. At First University, Witches paid the most attention to gossip, rumors spread among them the fastest, and different robe colors meant they came from different academies, letting them gather the school’s gossip to the greatest extent.

"...I really don’t get it, why something goes wrong every time Spring Hunting comes around."

A round‑faced Witch in a silver‑white robe muttered with a hint of grievance: "Collins was originally planning to invite me to dance at this year’s Spring Hunting ball, I even bought a new formal robe, the latest spring model from Yunxiangyi... Please give me a serving of passionfruit ice jelly, thanks!"

A glass bowl holding a pale golden, semi‑transparent jelly‑like dessert steadily floated into the Witch’s tray.

It looked delicious; Zheng Qing took a bite of the bacon sandwich in his hand — he didn’t have much time to waste in the cafeteria, so he could only choose the fastest way to fill his stomach.

"It really is infuriating."

Another Witch in a Red robe sighed, counting on her fingers: "Last year’s Spring Hunting had Lake Bell fishman making trouble, the year before that the Silent Reflux got postponed, and the year before that people from Jiuyou Academy and Alpha Academy got into a Magic brawl..."

"I would never fight you."

The round‑faced Alpha Witch scooped up a spoonful of passionfruit ice jelly with her little silver spoon and held it up to the Red Robe Witch’s mouth, lowering her voice slightly: "But if they start fighting again this year, you have to pick me as your opponent; we can put on a show all day long and end with a draw..."

This made the Blue robe Witch beside them laugh.

"When you’re in a brawl, you don’t get to pick your opponent."

She pointed to the scar at her temple, looking very experienced: "When everyone’s pulled out their Law books, very few people still have the energy to care who their opponent is. At that time the only thoughts in your head are not to get hit by the other side’s Magic, and that your Magic absolutely has to hit your opponent..."

She made a very forceful gesture.

"That’s two thoughts," the only Yellow robe in the line raised her hand and weakly corrected.

The Blue robe Witch gave her an exasperated look: "Don’t sweat the details. Anyway, for you guys, a brawl is a very high‑risk thing; avoid it if you can... Want a few bottles of plum jelly? I heard there’s a whole pickled bayberry in today’s plum jelly, it’s really good..."

As she spoke, she covertly yet warily swept a glance at Zheng Qing, who had been hovering behind them for quite a while, as if worried this suspicious‑looking Warlock was up to no good.

"Are you planning to take some dessert?" she asked, a bit rudely.

"No, thanks." The Warlock mumbled, lowered his head, and hurried away.

Faintly, he could hear the voices of the other Witches behind him.

"...Huh? He looks like Zheng Qing?"

"Which Zheng Qing?"

"Su Councilor’s scandalous man..."

"Pfft, last month you were still calling him ’Su Councilor’s useless man,’ weren’t you?"

"That was because during the Spring Hunting in Shanglin Garden..."

Zheng Qing couldn’t make out the rest.

He didn’t care about nasty words like "useless man" that the Witches mentioned; instead, he quietly let out a breath of relief inside.

Good. Most of the students in the cafeteria had their attention grabbed by last night’s temporary ban that lasted five minutes; everyone was worrying about whether this week’s Spring Hunting would be canceled, and it seemed no one was paying attention anymore to the incident on Thursday where three Great Elves shouted "Dad" at him in class.

From the look of it, his original plan of going to class wearing an Invisibility Talisman probably wouldn’t be necessary.

With this pleasant thought, the young teaching assistant stepped lightly out of the cafeteria. The setting sun in the west was like a melting mango ice slush, cool and giving off a sweet aroma, making him feel as if the whole World had become much clearer.

Originally, he’d planned to go straight to his evening class after leaving the cafeteria.

But just as he was about to leave, when he saw the window selling dried fish at the entrance, he changed his mind and decided to first go back to the dorm and bring Tuan Tuan a few strips of dried fish.

Last night, the Fat Cat didn’t attack Zheng Qing in his sleep, nor did it secretly pry away his little blood bottle, which made Zheng Qing quite pleased, and thus he felt a bit of a compensatory guilt for its disappointment last night.

After all, when he first turned into a black cat, he’d learned a lot of cat tricks from Tuan Tuan.