Master of Kaidan-Chapter 540: The Sudden Shift in Style of the Teaching Building

Chapter 540: Chapter 540: The Sudden Shift in Style of the Teaching Building

Under the dark shroud of night, Feng Xue stood outside the teaching building, her expression subtly complex.

From the dormitory building, not more than three hundred meters away, the teaching building looked no different except for the faint ghostly green lights flickering. But as she crossed the empty playground to the foot of this building, the scene reflected in her eyes had drastically changed.

In fact, the Ghost School’s ability to conceal itself was outrageously exaggerated, especially during the day. Even when Feng Xue used the "Cow Tears" enhanced with supernatural power, everything she saw remained incredibly normal—students were students, teachers were teachers. If not for the occasional supernatural attacks, it would be hard to distinguish from an ordinary campus.

But at this moment, the scene she saw was entirely different—

The three-story teaching building, which should have been lined with white tiles, now seemed as if it was built of white bones. Nooses hung from the windows, each bearing either mummified corpses or skeletons.

The main entrance still appeared to be the same, but the texture of the anti-slip mat at the doorway had changed slightly. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that it was not a carpet at all but a patchwork of human skins!

"Well, this finally has some atmosphere of a Ghost School."

Feng Xue casually tore open the packet of salt she had and tossed a handful forward. The salt, which had been sanctified with the power of purification, was scattered. But contrary to expectations, upon contact with the buildings that exuded an Underworld vibe, the salt merely fell like indifferent dust, without undergoing any change.

The salt’s purifying ability did not neutralize the foul air or disperse; it simply remained the same, as if nothing had happened.

"Now this is interesting—are the rules or settings of this Kaidan immune to purification, or is everything before my eyes just an illusion?"

Feng Xue casually threw the rest of the salt away and stepped into the teaching building. Despite her exaggerated movements, she made no sound.

For tonight’s operation, she had decided to wear the Silent Boots, which she hadn’t used in a long while. It wasn’t for the silence effect that could be substituted with breath control but for its side effect— frёewebnoѵēl.com

"Damage."

That is, losing some of the speed enhancement effect.

Passing through the entrance, Feng Xue stepped into the classroom area. But as soon as she entered the hallway, a powerful oppressive force suddenly bore down on her.

"Can it actually make me feel pressure? How heavy could it be?"

Feng Xue checked the condition of the Silent Boots and found that the speed bonus was still active, indicating that this pressure didn’t seem to be an attack.

As she continued inward, Feng Xue suddenly yawned without reason.

"What’s going on?" Habitually covering her mouth, Feng Xue suddenly realized something—

Although she still retained some human habits, she wasn’t truly human anymore. Even if she could experience fatigue, mental stress, and the desire to rest, the one sensation she should not have is "sleepiness."

She shouldn’t be able to yawn (of course, it was possible to yawn on purpose to relieve embarrassment or as a disguise).

"Fatigue, drowsiness, headaches..."

All sorts of negative sensations started to surge one after another. Feng Xue felt as if her entire body had rusted, emitting a decaying odor.

Of course, these were only feelings. Not to mention the array of Cross Training Techniques she possessed, the Power "Iron-blooded tough guy" alone would allow her to run at her peak speed using her tongue even if she was paralyzed from a high spinal injury.

Compared to that, she was more concerned about where these sensations were coming from?

"When looking from outside, no terms or tags emerged on the teaching building, indicating that the building, at least this outer shell, should not be a Pseudo Artifact. So where is the illusion?"

Relying on his power to ignore the various negative states afflicting him, Feng Xue stared around, and although the style of his surroundings had become much more like the underworld, he still hadn’t found...

"Wait a moment!"

Feng Xue suddenly paused mid-step, as just then, he thought he glimpsed a line of text in his vision.

Immediately turning around, his gaze passing through a glass window that looked as though someone had splattered blood on it, Feng Xue peered through the barely transparent window and saw a string of characters—

[Motivational], [Inspiration]...

"Is there a phantasmal object in the classroom?"

Feng Xue extended his gloved hand, pressed on the seam of the two window panes, and with a slight effort, the locked window easily opened.

"These old classroom windows are the easiest to open." Reminiscing about his student days, Feng Xue opened the window and leaped into the classroom, instantly falling silent.

Because the source of those elements was a banner hanging at the back of the classroom—

"When your eyes open, the competition begins."

Name: Phantasmal Object·Inspirational Banner

Elements: [Motivational], [Inspiration], [Encouragement], [Outrageous]

Description: A banner commonly seen in a senior class, more of an attitude than motivation.

Note: This isn’t just an exaggeration, you know!

...

"I’m really curious about what this thing actually does."

Feng Xue looked at the phantasmal object with an incredibly subtle expression; although it was indeed a phantasmal object, he found it difficult to understand what use it had, besides being unbreakable.

"No, I can’t think like that. Let’s look at it from another perspective. Under what circumstances would a banner become a phantasmal object?"

Feng Xue furrowed his brow. The formation of phantasms in Infinite City, whether it’s through power construction, label crafting, or natural formation, could essentially be summarized as "soaking a pseudo artifact embryo with a large amount of [Identity]", even his Golden Finger was essentially just soaking with [Identity] more precisely.

Sensing something, Feng Xue looked at the desks seemingly soaked in blood, where one could even see bits of bone and flesh, and fell silent. He no longer bothered with the other classrooms along the way and hurried toward the photocopying room where he had previously made copies of notes.

...

Compared to the classrooms that could be easily opened, the photocopying room had much better security, but for Feng Xue, it was nothing more than a two-strand hair affair.

However, contrary to what he had imagined, everything inside the photocopying room was quite normal.

Although normality was to be expected, in a school that assumed an underworld style for the night, the fact that the photocopying room still maintained a normal look was downright unusual.

Especially since this photocopying room was filled with a large pile of phantasmal objects—

Yes, on the table of the photocopying room, the densely packed text was stacked together, looking almost ready to imprint!

"So many phantasmal objects? Don’t tell me these were printed with an ordinary printer!"

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