High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 1591: Chapter 335 Green Vine Emerges from Pinghu

Young hunters of the Kunpeng Hunting Team calculated every aspect.

Except for one oversight.

Now it’s the end of the term, and next week is the final exam, so this Saturday morning is not as calm as usual. At the break of dawn, a long line had already formed in front of the Book Mountain Library, waiting to enter for self-study.

The end of the line stopped at the glass door of the Book Mountain Library—its door, which symbolizes the ocean of knowledge, wouldn’t open until seven o’clock by the administrator—while the other end snaked around the small square before the library, finally stopping at the Lakeside of Bell Lake.

Meanwhile, the tail of the queue extended by the moment.

In the midsummer season, everything is flourishing; after the morning mist, there comes the warming sun. Fishmen, who had slept at the lake bottom for a night, surfaced, showing hideous faces as they greedily absorbed the spiritual energy lingering in the mist over the lake. White water buffaloes sluggishly paddled across the surface, occasionally extending their necks to nip at the tender grass on the bank. Then there were those red big birds, sticking half their heads from under their wings, sneakily observing the small fish foraging on the water surface.

Among the queue extending to the lakeside, young wizards hugged thick review materials, nodding and reciting those seemingly unforgettable terms explanations and potion formulas.

Everything seemed so normal.

Of course, not everyone felt the pressure of the approaching exams. Nor were all the wizards in line wholly engrossed in reviewing.

There’s always a handful of loafers among the crowd, having neither the willingness to squander time aimlessly nor the resolve enough to review, could only queue up just to nap inside the library, showcasing their efforts.

There are also some young wizards, under the guise of reviewing, whispering sweet nothings in the bright sunlight.

Not far from that winding queue, behind a dark-colored fake mountain by the Lakeside of Bell Lake, was a young wizard couple belonging to this latter category.

Both sat on the bench behind the fake mountain, whispering intimately, discussing the clock chime resounding across the campus last night.

Last night, a sudden urgent clock chime rang throughout the First University campus, waking many sleeping students. It became the first topic many people discussed after meeting this morning—even surpassing the traditional openers ’Have you eaten?’ and ’Nice weather today’.

However, since the school had not yet issued an official announcement, the students’ sources were varied, and no accurate conclusion was reached.

The most popular theory is that last night, a group of just-awakened Sturgeon fire dragons flew out from the Silent Forest, trying to sneak into the First University’s hunting ground to hunt, after which the school alarmed them with the clock chime, spooking away those fire dragons. This theory was supported by some news from Beta Town, reporting that Northern District Wizards of Beta Town had been on emergency alert throughout last night, guarding against threats from the Silent Forest.

Aside from that, there were other stories.

For instance, some said an escape incident of test subjects from the Lab imprisoning demons occurred; some said a well-respected elder wizard passed away, and the bell rang for a send-off; others said the school’s security system was undergoing a warning drill; and so forth.

Of course, such topics are just sidelights of courtship.

Wind, Flowers, Snow, and Moon are more suitable for young lovers in love.

Just like now.

The young wizard dug a small hole in the moist earth, threw in a handful of seeds, then chanted a spell. In an instant, a cluster of lovely and beautiful roses grew from the ground, their blossoms opening and exuding a rich fragrance so captivating to behold.

”The book says the scent of roses can cure headaches,” the young wizard kneeled on the damp ground, holding the rose’s base bravely facing the young witch: ”Every day I can’t see you, my head practically explodes thinking about you... So I learned how to grow roses, seeing them, it’s like seeing you.”

The young witch, listening to this heartfelt albeit cliché romantic talk, smiled sweetly.

This gave the young wizard immense courage; he immediately took out a small knife, seemingly intending to cut the bouquet for his lover. But the young witch quickly stopped his crude gesture.

”Wait,” she held his arm: ”Let these flowers stay here and grow freely... I don’t like putting plucked flowers in vases and displaying them at home; it feels like murder... or attending a funeral.”

The young wizard hesitated for a half-second before putting away the knife.

”A flower’s funeral?” He clearly didn’t quite understand the young witch’s delicate thought, but it didn’t mean he would be foolish enough to argue against her: ”Indeed, I too think picking flowers is an exceptionally cruel act... We can totally use magic to blossom a more beautiful bunch of flowers.”

He said as he lowered his head, kissing the roses.

”You are safe now,” he exaggeratedly blessed, suddenly turning his head, looking brightly at the young witch: ”These flowers smell so nice, taste sweet when kissed, don’t believe me, try it...”

As he said, he leaned the lips he just kissed the flowers with towards the young witch.

The young witch shyly dodged: ”Stop, not in front of the library...”

”Why?”

”I read from a book, the library is like an island in the sea of ignorance, surrounded by reefs and vortices,” obviously, the young witch didn’t quite know what she was saying, her eyes fixed on the young wizard’s collar button, body tense like a plank: ”...perhaps we should find a calmer sea area.”

When she finally realized her incoherence, bashfully turning her face aside, looking towards Lin Zhong Lake.

It seemed as though that calm water could reflect into her heart’s lake, letting her regain her senses.

The lake silently carried buffaloes and red birds drifting to and fro, pretending not to notice this bashful young wizard couple. Fishmen had already sunk back when students gathered around.

The lake was windless, its waves unstirred.

Just then, as the young witch gazed at the reflective water, suddenly ripples spread across the smooth lake surface, tiny droplets seemed agitated by something, jumping along the ripple ridges violently.

In an instant, a hint of green pierced the water surface, shooting straight into the air.

Like a water snake in courtship, it stood upright, dancing in midair.

The young witch had already forgotten her earlier awkwardness, eyes wide, speechless, watching the vine that grew thicker and longer, lips slightly parted.

The young wizard, not getting a response, followed her gaze only to see the vine, instantly freezing in place.

The waves on the water rippled more violently, the buffaloes and those red birds on the lake panicked, scattering in all directions, while fishmen surfaced half their bodies, brandishing steel forks and iron rods, roaring threateningly at the vine.

The chaos only lasted for a short while.

Soon after, a figure climbed upwards along the vine, emerging from the water.

A slender lady in a black robe.