The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Xu Feng was secretly relieved that he had resisted the temptation of the demon sword in front of the shrine and had not rashly drawn it.

If I had acted impulsively at the time, the hidden spirit of the artifact would probably have taken advantage of my vulnerability and seized my body.

Xu Feng did not believe that the spirit of the Heavenly Fate Artifact was a benevolent being.

If the demon sword were to take control of his body, this national war instance would likely be a scene of carnage and bloodshed.

The consequences would be unimaginable.

The nation war instance no longer has three bosses, but four bosses.

Seeing the solemn expressions on everyone's faces, Shirogane Yukihime paused slightly before continuing:

"Moreover, I suspect that this mysterious artifact of destiny is the final boss of this dungeon."

As she spoke, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, as if she had something difficult to say.

"Speak your mind."

Upon seeing this, Xu Feng immediately urged him on, his tone tinged with doubt.

Shirakami Yukihime sighed softly and finally told the truth:

"Our previous guess was correct. Imamura Tano and his group have been practicing human sacrifice, and the sacrifices are all young girls."

She paused slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

"After my clone encountered the sword spirit head-on, it didn't kill my clone, but instead told my clone that you would become a part of me sooner or later."

"So, the object of those girls' sacrifice wasn't the sacred cherry tree at all, but that demonic sword?"

Ye Ningyun's pupils contracted slightly, and a thoughtful expression appeared on her face:

"If that's the case, wouldn't the demon sword's power grow stronger as the ritual continues?"

Xu Feng raised his hand and touched his chin, his fingertips gently stroking it, his brows slightly furrowed:

"The sacrificial ceremony is in three days. It seems we must forcibly disrupt this ceremony."

Yu tide, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke. She held the sword with both hands, her brows were cold, and her tone was frosty:

"What I'm more concerned about is the relationship between that demonic sword and the divine cherry tree."

Her gaze swept over the crowd, her tone carrying a hint of seriousness:

"If they are adversaries, we can still maneuver around them based on their contradictions, but once they are symbiotic, we can deal with them."

"With mutual dependence and amplification, the difficulty of this national war dungeon will probably far exceed our imagination."

One sentence instantly brought the atmosphere in the guesthouse to a freezing point.

Everyone fell silent, their expressions growing increasingly grim. The demonic sword already possessed a spirit, and the strangeness of the divine cherry tree was even more unfathomable.

If the two join forces, on the day of reckoning, the chosen ones of each nation will likely be wiped out in the national war instance.

The stench of blood seemed even stronger, lingering around their noses, reminding them that the shadow of death had never truly left.

Xu Feng couldn't help but ponder. It seemed he needed to speed up his leveling process and, ideally, catch a few more monsters that could resurrect infinitely.

Only by raising the attribute to twenty points can one have a chance of survival between the Divine Cherry Tree and the Demon Blade.

Whether the king mentioned in the deception will appear is still unknown. A national war shouldn't be this outrageous, with a boss suddenly appearing at midnight.

Suddenly, Xu Feng seemed to have thought of something.

Since that monster was able to attack the guesthouse, it meant that the monster was much stronger than the one I had encountered.

Does that mean that if I kill the stronger monster, I will gain more experience?

This wild, experienced stake must be found.

Thinking this, Xu Feng asked:

"By the way, someone died last night?"

Ye Ningyun nodded and said:

"Five fake Chosen Ones died. They were from Qin Yu's team. Everyone in the room was eaten alive. When the monsters attacked Qin Yu's team's room last night, Qin Yu did nothing."

"Those five Chosen Ones should have resurrection items. After the monster ate them, their remains were left in the instance, and they should have been resurrected and ejected by now."

Xu Feng was slightly taken aback. Damn it!

These fake Chosen Ones are way too weak, aren't they?

Five people were facing a monster and couldn't even escape.

Furthermore, Qin Yu did not send anyone to rescue them during the attack. This guy didn't treat the people in his team as human beings at all, but as expendable resources.

Footsteps echoed in the courtyard of the guesthouse.

Xu Feng and the others turned around at the sound and saw Imamura Tano slowly stepping into the courtyard, surrounded by four attendants.

He wore a dark-patterned kimono, the fabric of which had an old sheen, with a dark sash tied around his waist and the tassels hanging down without moving.

Two of the four attendants stood guard on either side, while the other two stood in front and behind. The one in front always bowed slightly and held a black iron-framed oil-paper umbrella high in his hand.

The umbrella, wide as a canopy, completely shrouded Imamura fields in shadow.

By this time, the sky was already bright, and the morning mist had not yet completely dissipated. Soft light shone on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, casting dappled shadows.

Only the area where Imamura field is located is completely blocked by the iron umbrella, so that not even a ray of morning light can penetrate.

The umbrella drooped low, just enough to obscure his eyebrows and eyes, so only half of his face could be seen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am deeply sorry for what happened last night."

Imamura Tano bowed deeply, the gesture so precise it was almost speechless:

"I never expected that someone would be so audacious as to attack the residence where we were hosting you all."

He straightened up, the iron umbrella still firmly covering his head, even though he was in an open courtyard.

Even though there was no sun or rain around, the umbrella seemed to be permanently attached to the attendant's hand, always keeping him out of the light.

"But please rest assured, after the sacrificial ceremony ends in three days, all evil spirits in the City of Demon Blade Sacrifice will vanish into thin air."

Xu Feng's gaze was fixed on the black iron umbrella, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Xu Feng hadn't paid much attention to it before, assuming it was just a show put on by those in power to display their status.

Come to think of it, Xu Feng seemed to have never seen Imamura Tano appear in the sunlight.

Even in the shrine, he always stayed in the shadows.

That means everything is connected.

No wonder Imamura Tano wouldn't let them investigate the bodies of the dead residents; it turns out that Imamura Tano was also one of the culprits who attacked the residents.

But why does the mysterious Imamura Tano, who is a third party, insist on holding the festival?

What clues are there in this?

Xu Feng frowned slightly; things seemed to have become even more confusing.

Is it the sacred cherry tree, the demonic sword, or both that have been corrupted by evil spirits?

Imamura Tano wouldn't hold a ritual for no reason; he must be plotting something.

Is he, a mysterious being, plotting to seize the Demon Blade?

But the demon sword has a spirit, and it doesn't seem to recognize Imamura Tano as its master.

The constant sacrifices to strengthen the demon sword were... to suppress the divine cherry tree?

According to Imamura Tano, the demon sword in front of the sacred cherry tree has existed for a thousand years.

In other words, the Divine Cherry Tree was suppressed for a thousand years, and the power of the Demon Sword was continuously strengthened for a thousand years.

There was no reason for Imamura Tano to continue sacrificing the demon sword.

So, does that mean the suppressed Divine Cherry Tree has been growing stronger over the past thousand years?

So where does the power of the Divine Cherry Tree come from?