I am a swordsman in a strange city

Chapter 93 Rakshasa Spiritual Cultivation Academy
"Oh, may I ask who your esteemed teacher is?" Pei Ju asked.

“My teacher is a teacher at the Rakshasa Spiritual Retreat Center. She is a teacher who specializes in channeling and explaining various rituals.”

Shi Nanfeng longed for the Rakshasa Spiritual Cultivation Academy.

After all, she had been determined to enter the Rakshasa Spiritual Cultivation Academy back then, but she was dismissed after only one year in the preparatory class.

To enter the Rakshasa Spiritual School, one must first have the talent. After confirming that one has a certain talent, one can enter the school to study for one month, three months, half a year, or one year. At each stage, there will be an assessment, and those who cannot keep up will be eliminated and leave the school.

Those who remain are considered full-time students and can study for four years.

Tuition is waived for these four years, room and board are provided, and stipends are also given. During the school period, teachers will lead students to participate in the handling of leaks of mysterious events.

Furthermore, every graduate must at least find a job; otherwise, they will not receive a graduation certificate from the Rakshasa Retreat Center.

The same profession, but those who are not formally trained and have no famous teachers have different statuses than those who are formally trained and have famous teachers.

"What do you think is my problem?" Shi Nanfeng glanced at Pei Ju's eyes, then slowly sat up, turned his head to the other side, and said, "I can't really explain it. I think it's quite complicated. But I think the main issue is your house. I'll give you my teacher's contact information, or I can take you there."

"Oh, is this a convenient time for you?" Pei Ju asked.

Shi Nanfeng turned her gaze to the mirror not far away, where she saw her reflection and Pei Ju's image. Pei Ju was sitting there looking at her.

Shi Nanfeng withdrew his gaze and said, "I'll take you there, but at this time, I don't know if the teacher is teaching."

"Let me send a message to the teacher to ask." As she spoke, Shi Nanfeng took out her phone to send a message. A moment later, she said, "Teacher, you're free, let's go."

“Okay.” Pei Ju stood up. He had just received his attendance certificate from the Rakshasa Spiritual Cultivation Academy and was looking forward to attending classes there when he had time. If he couldn’t find the answer from Shi Nanfeng, he would go to the Rakshasa Spiritual Cultivation Academy to find it himself.

Shi Nanfeng stood up and took a slight breath.

Her phone vibrated, and she glanced at the message on it.

"Be careful, and don't say anything unnecessary." After reading it, Shi Nanfeng remained silent.

"Your teacher's information? What did she say?" Pei Ju suddenly asked from behind.

“The teacher said she’s waiting for us at the retreat center,” Shi Nanfeng said.

Pei Ju didn't think too much about it. The two of them got out, got into the car, and headed towards the Rakshasa Spiritual Cultivation Academy while listening to music in the car.

This place is not far from the Rakshasa Spiritual Cultivation Academy, and in the commercial street where she is, there are actually quite a few spiritual halls, many of which are run by students of the Rakshasa Spiritual Cultivation Academy.

Shi Nanfeng was eliminated during the annual assessment.

Fortunately, her family connections and her sweet talk helped her get along well with her teachers. If she had any problems that she couldn't solve, she could ask her teachers and some of her classmates who were still in the retreat center.

Professor Xia was about to be promoted to associate professor, but she failed to do so because she did not make enough contributions. However, everyone knows that she is capable enough.

She was teaching at the time when she suddenly stopped and said, "Everyone, stop for a moment. I will be bringing a person who is suspected of having been possessed by the 'ghost' in Class 1 to this place."

As soon as Teacher Xia said that, one of the students couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!"

There are only fifteen students in the whole class now, down from more than fifty at the beginning.

Their classroom was also completely dark.

A lamp was lit in front of each person.

The reason why some people exclaimed "Wow!" is because this kind of "spirit" that has clearly taken over a person's body dares not wander around.

"He didn't know that he might have been defiled. He went to Shi Nanfeng's memorial hall to ask about it. Shi Nanfeng thought that he might have been defiled, so he came to me. I have already asked Shi Nanfeng to bring him here."

“Such cases are indeed rare. Today’s lesson will use him as an example. However, for safety’s sake, I have already asked Teacher Minghua and Teacher Xiaozheng to come over together.”

Everyone knows these two teachers.

Teacher Minghua is extremely capable, already at a high professional level, while Teacher Xiaozheng is known as a genius boxer. With him as a close-combat expert, most unexpected situations can be blocked.

With these two people present, there's no fear of any unexpected events.

Pei Ju was somewhat surprised when he saw the Rakshasa Spiritual Cultivation Academy.

The gate of the Rakshasa Spiritual Retreat Center is not particularly ornate, but it is quite unique, as it is a giant, round moon gate.

Pei Ju felt he was quite familiar with Haishi, but he had never been here before.

There's a sense of hidden presence in the bustling city.

If you don't know where this place is, you'll naturally overlook it when you come to this area and won't go in.

Shi Nanfeng parked the car outside and then led Pei Ju through the moon gate. After entering, they found another door with a security room. She took out her pass and sent a message to her teacher. Soon, her teacher called the security room, and the two went inside.

Inside, the buildings vary in height, some are modern, others are retro, ranging from high-rises of ten stories to ancient buildings of two or three stories.

Pei Ju followed Shi Nanfeng to a building called Tongling Academy. This building was a low, antique-style building with a large area. Upon entering the building, there was a sense of tranquility. However, as he walked along the winding corridor, he did not see a single door.

When he saw someone about his age standing there, Shi Nanfeng smiled and called out, "Teacher Xiao Zheng, you're here too."

For some reason, Pei Ju felt that Shi Nanfeng seemed to have let out a long sigh of relief.

Teacher Xiao Zheng is quite robust, with bronze skin, a square face, and a very upright posture.

Wearing a red vest, loose jeans, and sneakers, he put one hand in his pocket, glanced at Shi Nanfeng, nodded, and then immediately looked at Pei Ju, scrutinizing him.

Pei Ju felt that the other person's gaze was very wary of him.

However, considering that he had come here to inquire about 'spiritual communication', he didn't think too much about it, since he didn't sense any malice.

He turned into a side road, then pushed open a hidden door, and saw a row of lights.

The classroom was quite large. When he entered the room, everyone was sitting against the four walls, and there was a lamp on each table.

All eyes were on him, and Pei Ju could tell that these people were all students.

Because the room was dimly lit, he couldn't see other people's gazes clearly, but he could sense that their eyes were full of scrutiny and curiosity, as well as some inexplicable feelings that made Pei Ju feel strange. The door was quietly closed, and Shi Nanfeng had already sat down on the edge. He glanced at the other person and noticed a hint of excitement in his eyes, without any of the apprehension he had felt on the way.

Then he saw that Teacher Xiao Zheng was right behind him. When he passed by, Teacher Xiao Zheng pursed his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.

At this moment, a sophisticated woman in her thirties stood on the classroom platform and said, "You must be Pei Ju."

Her voice was like a spring breeze, drawing Pei Ju's attention. She continued, "If Nanfeng encounters something he can't solve, he'll bring it here. Don't be nervous. Usually, the cases brought here are quite special, so it's a good opportunity for the students to observe and learn. You don't mind, do you?"

Pei Ju shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind, since he had come to ask for help. However, he felt a little embarrassed with so many eyes on him.

"Okay, why don't you sit here first and explain your situation again? That way, we can make a better judgment."

In the middle of the classroom, there was a chair with a backrest. Under everyone's gaze, he sat down and looked around. The boys and girls sitting against the wall were all watching him.

He took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair, and began to explain his situation.

At first, when he mentioned that his family ran the Demon-Slaying Sword Hall, everyone was surprised, because it was rare for someone to get into trouble in such a Demon-Slaying Sword Hall.

Then he said he saw someone who looked like him. Later, when he returned to his lodgings, someone slept with him that night. First, he saw someone who looked just like him, and then the person turned into a faceless man who tore off his face.

At this point, some students already had a knowing look on their faces, and some were secretly exchanging information with their deskmates, but instead of speaking, they were writing on paper.

"He has been taken advantage of, but he doesn't even know it."

After Pei Ju mentioned that his eyes, mouth, ears, and nose had been cut off, and that his vision and hearing had been transferred, more people wrote on paper, "He has been possessed."

Finally, it wasn't until Pei Ju said that the other party wanted to seize his consciousness.

Everyone became more vigilant, because if he had truly been deprived of his consciousness, his statements at this moment would be contradictory, and he would realize at this time that he was a 'ghost'.

Everyone was waiting for this scene to unfold.

“At that time, I realized that I could not continue like this, otherwise my consciousness would be taken over by the ‘ghost’. So he focused his mind and used the Heart Sword to kill the Heart Ghost, and then broke free from this bondage. He opened his eyes before dawn and tried to communicate with the spirits downstairs, but he was unable to reach them. After dawn, he found the Nanfeng Spirit Hall.”

After he finished speaking, all the students were bewildered, looking at their teacher one by one, and some looking at Shi Nanfeng.

Teacher Xia frowned slightly. In her opinion, once you reach that point, very few people can escape the possession of the 'ghost'.

However, he claimed to have a 'Heart Sword' that broke free from the shackles of the Heart Demon. Those present were not ignorant; they had certainly heard of this ability, but hearing about it did not mean they had seen it, nor did it necessarily mean they believed what he said.

"You said that the Heart Sword has broken free from its shackles. Can you show us what your Heart Sword looks like?" Teacher Xia asked.

She was also somewhat skeptical. For a swordsman, the Heart Sword was a high-level ability. With the Heart Sword, one would be impervious to ghosts and gods.

Swordsmen have declined for so many years, and there are not many who can still possess this skill.

"How should we demonstrate this?" Pei Ju asked, looking at Teacher Xia in front of him.

“We have a classmate who has the ability to possess ghosts, let’s simulate that,” Teacher Xia said.

“Okay,” Pei Ju replied.

"Xu Ming, come here." Teacher Xia called out a student's name, and the student stood up from behind the desk.

He was among the top five students in his class and had already obtained a professional certificate that identified him as a demon tamer.

He raised a jar of little ghosts, who could become the marshal of the Five Altars Army in the future. At that time, he would be carried in a sedan chair by ghosts, travel thousands of miles at night, and enter and leave the spirit realm at will.

Possession by a ghost is instinctive, and it's not easy for someone possessed by a ghost to break free. The best way is to prevent the ghost from possessing them in the first place.

Xu Ming was wearing a black shirt and holding a black pottery jar in his hand. The jar was carved with some eerie patterns, and one side was carved with the appearance of a ghost.

He walked about three steps in front of Pei Ju without saying a word.

He wiped the pottery jar clean, and everyone watched.

Suddenly, he pointed at Pei Ju's finger and said, "Go."

Someone with special pupil techniques saw a faint shadow suddenly pounce on Pei Ju.

Pei Ju fell backward onto the back of the chair as if he had been hit.

In that instant, he suppressed his instinctive urge to strike and draw a line in the air in front of him with his sword, instead letting the danger crash into him.

In an instant, a chilling consciousness rushed into his heart, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Teacher Xia picked up the lamp on her desk, came to Pei Ju's front, and shone it into his eyes. She saw that Pei Ju's eyes were already shrouded in black mist.

"Pei Ju, can you hear me? If so, then unleash your Heart Sword."

As she finished speaking, Pei Ju closed his eyes, and in the silence, everyone seemed to hear a strange cry.

This strange cry entered everyone's consciousness directly, and Pei Ju opened his eyes.

Xu Ming was struck as if by a heavy blow, staggering back several steps, the black mist on the pottery jar in his hand dissipating.

“I, my spirit, he killed my spirit.”

Xu Ming's voice was already trembling with sobs. This was a spirit he had raised for a long time, but it had been killed here.

The lamp in Teacher Xia's hand was still shining on Pei Ju's eyes. Pei Ju opened her eyes and saw a sharp glint flash in them, like a cold sword piercing her.

"You actually possess the Heart Sword technique," Teacher Xia said in surprise.

She was surprised and somewhat disbelieving, but what she saw was the truth.

Standing not far away, Teacher Zheng, who was stroking Xu Ming, was also very surprised. He knew that Professor Mu Qing, who taught swordsmanship at the school, only mastered the Heart Sword in his thirties or nearly forties. Only by mastering the Heart Sword could one be unafraid of possession by monsters. Only such a swordsman was a true swordsman.

The young man in front of me, at such a young age, had actually cultivated the Heart Sword.

As the saying goes, "The sword falls as if guided by a god, and even ghosts and gods are startled by its fall."

(End of this chapter)