“Congratulations!”
After Isolde snapped back to reality, her gaze landed on Lorevil with a hint of complexity.
“Advancing to Mid Third Rank—that’s unexpected, even for me. Even at Holy Blood Academy, where geniuses abound, that’s a promotion speed as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.”
But Loriditia was still in the secret realm.
If she learned that her sister had reached the same cultivation level as her at this moment, wouldn’t she feel uneasy?
“Isolde, I just got lucky.”
Lorevil chuckled softly in response, speaking with a touch of humility.
“Lorevil, think about how dangerous it was when you awakened your Blood Mark. You deserve all of this!”
Fini scooted over, her little face beaming as she linked her arm through Lorevil’s.
This naturally affectionate scene between the girls made Isolde, who knew a bit of the inside story, furrow her brow.
It seemed Loriditia would have her hands full once she came out.
“This Skyrend Ancient Hilt—when it was first listed, the points requirement was much higher than it is now.”
Mentor Anjie’s sweet, clear voice drifted over from the side.
“Mentor Anjie, so what made it drop later?”
Lorevil turned to look at Mentor Anjie.
She was flipping through the registry with slender fingers, her soft, charming face carrying a hint of weariness—clearly exhausted from handling exchange requests all day.
“Most of the vampires who used it afterward reported it wasn’t as handy as other blood core weapons.”
Mentor Anjie glanced at the records in the registry.
“But interestingly enough, the first-generation user was anonymous. They found it fairly convenient to use and left a note saying, ‘Devastating power, simple and easy to use, you’ll regret not getting it for a lifetime.'”
After saying that, Mentor Anjie’s expression remained calm as she returned to her work.
“Later, too many negative reviews piled up, so the points requirement kept getting lowered.”
Lorevil ran her hand along the Skyrend Ancient Hilt, feeling a cold touch that actually resonated quite well with her Blood Energy.
It felt like Mahina’s scissors in hand, yet with an extra layer of gentle warmth—no rejection at all.
“Look, these are the complaining messages left by later users.”
Isolde pointed at the dense cluster of engravings carved beneath the blood core weapon.
Lorevil looked and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“That senior misled me! This thing can’t even be activated properly. What a waste of my points!”
“I believed your nonsense about it being simple and easy to use. I brought it against a Second-rank Blood Beast and still got bitten. I nearly lost my life right there.”
“Garbage. Whoever uses it gets screwed. Once you use it, you fall straight into a pit!”
“Anonymous senior, are you sure this broken hilt deserves to be called devastatingly powerful?”
“Advising future vampires to be cautious—I used it in a spar against a fellow trainee of the same rank, and the Blood Energy conduction was choppy and erratic. I got sent flying and lost all face.”
All sorts of complaints were carved into the shelf beneath, each one dripping with barely contained resentment, the fury in the handwriting almost leaping off the surface.
“You’re really choosing this one? So many vampires said it doesn’t work well.”
Fini, standing beside the girl, couldn’t help but click her tongue and tug at Lorevil’s sleeve.
If it were her, just seeing those bad reviews would be enough to make her not want it.
Fini owned a cosmetics shop herself, so she naturally understood just how much public reputation affected products—at the very least, it decided a customer’s first impression.
If it weren’t for that very first good review, probably no vampire would have even tried it.
“Mhm, I won’t know until I try. Maybe they just didn’t find the right method. Senior, I’d like to exchange my points for this blood core weapon.”
Lorevil patted Fini’s head, then said to Isolde.
“Won’t you reconsider? The exchange has other blood core weapons with similar points costs and better reputations. There’s no need to risk picking this one.”
Isolde blinked, instinctively trying to talk her out of it.
“No need. I trust my own judgment.”
Lorevil shook her head in refusal.
Based on her experience from her previous life, the fact that this ancient hilt resonated so perfectly with her Blood Energy meant it was absolutely no ordinary item.
“Alright, let me verify your points.”
Isolde didn’t press further. She picked up the points ledger and began checking.
“You previously hunted with Fini, and your points went from 75 to 130?”
Fini nodded from the side, her little face full of pride.
“That’s right! Lorevil and I hunted down quite a few Second-rank Blood Beasts back then.”
“Then during this Beast Tide, teaming up with Leina added another 40 points. And there was that third-rank Swallowing Heaven Devouring Earth Python—that Blood Beast is notoriously strong in both defense and offense. That couldn’t have been easy, could it?”
Isolde was a bit surprised and couldn’t help asking further.
Even Mentor Anjie, busy at work, looked up at Lorevil with a flicker of admiration.
After all, the Academy had placed particular emphasis on this Beast Tide, specifically calculating the number of third-rank Blood Beasts that would appear based on each team’s composition.
So the other teams were hunting like mad too, making the weekly points leaderboard fiercely competitive—truly packed with hard-earned merit.
For Lorevil to squeeze into the top fifty under those conditions was no small feat.
While Isolde marveled, Lorevil was fully aware that taking down that cunning third-rank Blood Beast alone was something she couldn’t do by herself.
“Actually, taking down the Swallowing Heaven Devouring Earth Python this time was all thanks to Leina tanking the damage as our heavy shield, and Fini using her Water Secret Art to keep it restrained.”
Lorevil didn’t want to be treated like some kind of monster, so she explained right away.
“Honestly, I was just responsible for control this time. We secured the Swallowing Heaven Devouring Earth Python through steady attrition in the end.”
She didn’t want to draw too much attention, so she deliberately downplayed her own role.
Her total points had now reached 170—just enough to meet the exchange requirement for the Skyrend Ancient Hilt, with even a little left over.
“Then as long as the points are enough.”
Like the other vampires who had obtained this blood core weapon before her, Lorevil thought the previous owners might have found it hard to use simply because they hadn’t discovered the right way to drive it.
Trusting that anonymous senior was the right call—back in her previous life, anonymous users were always the true experts.
“Sign to confirm, and the exchange is complete. This blood core weapon is yours from now on.”
Mentor Anjie handed over a form at that moment.
“Thank you, Mentor.”
Lorevil took the pen and signed her name cleanly and decisively.
“If you run into any problems while using it later, you can also come back to the Blood Hunt Treasure Pavilion for consultation.”
Mentor Anjie said warmly.
Soon, the exchange procedure was finished.
“One more thing—since this blood core weapon has accumulated too many negative reviews, the Pavilion is offering you a 7-day no-questions-asked return and exchange service. Feel free to test it out with peace of mind.”
Mentor Anjie handed the registered Skyrend Ancient Hilt to Lorevil, adding a gentle reminder.
Then her gaze fell on the Skyrend Ancient Hilt with a hint of regret before turning back to Lorevil, thinking:
“Perhaps this Skyrend Ancient Hilt, so criticized by later vampires, will shine brilliantly in her hands.”
“It will. Thank you, Mentor Anjie.”
Lorevil’s mouth twitched slightly at those words.
Even Mentor Anjie didn’t have high hopes for this blood core weapon?
But Lorevil also thought of Leina’s Crimson Lotus Sword.
That sword, too, seemed to be a weapon that could only be truly wielded once Leina reached a certain level.
In the Beast Tide battle earlier, that blood core weapon hadn’t shown its true power at all—it was just used as an ordinary sword.
Once the exchange procedure was finished, Lorevil took the Skyrend Ancient Hilt, said goodbye to Fini, and headed toward Mentor Jerwen’s office.
She still had something more important to do—applying for the Academy’s meditation device.
“Come in.”
As she knocked on the office door, Jerwen’s steady voice came from inside.
“Mentor, I’ve finished writing my trial report.”
Lorevil pushed the door open and handed Jerwen the written reflection on the Beast Tide trial.
“Good performance. How much did your points increase?”
Jerwen flipped through the records, nodding as he read.
Lorevil took a seat naturally.
“Mhm, I already exchanged for a blood core weapon.”
Remembering what Vivian had said, she tested the waters:
“Mentor Jerwen, I’d like to apply for the Academy’s meditation device to shorten my meditation time.”
“Meditation device?”
Mentor Jerwen looked over the trial report she’d just written.
“Your performance during the Beast Tide was solid, but the meditation device can only be applied for by trainees at Third Order Peak. You’re at Mid Third Rank right now—you don’t meet the requirements.”
Lorevil looked bewildered. She remembered Vivian saying that Mid Third Rank was enough to apply.
“Did Mentor Vivian tell you that?”
“Mhm.”
“Third Order Peak?”
Mentor Jerwen sighed and explained patiently:
“She never taught a class before. Back then, she had made a special contribution—submitting a long-lost Water Secret Art notebook—and the Academy made an exception for her.”
“That Swallowing Heaven Devouring Earth Python was exceptionally cunning. I turned the tide and slew it, ensuring it didn’t harm any other trainees. That counts as a special contribution too.”
Lorevil wasn’t giving up, nor did she want to. She began trying to argue her case.
She knew she was exaggerating a bit, but to get the meditation device, she had to stretch the truth.
“That was a team effort—it can’t be credited to you alone. Besides, this was a trial in the first place. The Academy won’t recognize that.”
Mentor Jerwen couldn’t help but chuckle.
“More importantly, even though my family has a meditation device, I’m not qualified to use it. My only option is to rely on the Academy and you, Mentor.”
Seeing this, Lorevil spoke with a wounded tone.
That statement softened Jerwen’s heart, leaving him somewhat silent.
Lorevil was someone he’d watched grow.
The rules couldn’t be broken, but the girl’s potential was undeniably outstanding.
Showing a little flexibility within the bounds of his authority wasn’t entirely out of the question.
“But approving a meditation device for you without justification would inevitably draw complaints from other trainees.”
Mentor Jerwen’s tone had already softened as he said solemnly to Lorevil:
“Whether you perform well determines how I can justify this to my superiors.”
Lorevil’s face lit up with obvious joy, then she straightened and asked seriously.
“Otherwise, no matter how much Mentor Jerwen wanted to help her, without a proper leverage point, he wouldn’t be able to do it.”
“Alright then, I’ll make an exception this once—but you’ll need to take on a special mission.”
“What mission? Please be clear, Mentor.”
“With your current points, you’re already eligible to go deeper into the Inner Circle of the Blood Hunting Ground, and your strength is sufficient as well.”
“Your mission is to hunt down a specially marked third-rank Blood Beast and retrieve its Blood Core as proof.”
Mentor Jerwen lowered his voice, as if afraid other mentors might overhear.
“I’ll be upfront with you—there’s considerable risk. This mission is connected to this morning’s Beast Tide. Understand?”
Mentor Jerwen gave the girl a meaningful look.
A chill ran down Lorevil’s spine as she asked cautiously:
“A specially marked third-rank Blood Beast?”
“This Blood Beast very likely didn’t appear naturally.”
“Yes. But as a mentor, I can’t easily enter the Inner Circle, so… I’m counting on you.”
Mentor Jerwen said helplessly.
“I just need to retrieve the Blood Core as proof? This won’t drag me into trouble like the last mission I took, right?”
Lorevil furrowed her brow and asked.
“Don’t worry, not for now.”
Mentor Jerwen quickly explained.
“With the Blood Core as evidence, I can apply for the meditation device on the grounds of investigating anomalies in the Blood Hunting Ground. As for what’s behind it… the Academy will arrange a separate investigation.”
Lorevil’s mind churned.
The information Mentor Jerwen had revealed was substantial.
If this Beast Tide was a sudden incident, then it would be tied to Holy Blood City… and other factions.
And the Academy had clearly already sensed something abnormal, though they hadn’t made it public yet.
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