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Chapter 312: Pitfall!

As the new Hell began to delve deeper into its development, so were there also increasingly more official documents that needed to be vetted and approved. He had originally thought to hunker down and properly think through and sort out the relationship between the twelve envoys, the old Hell and the new Hell. Unfortunately, he was overwhelmed by the tide of official documents that soon engulfed him. There was nothing that couldn’t be approved as long as they submitted a twelve-inch thick document. If there was, then it could simply be supplemented by another twelve inches of documentation…

Fortunately, the blueprint for the new government building had already been drawn up by Gu Qing and approved, and construction works had already begun ten days ago.

15 September. The First Battalion of Hell was officially established. There were a total of twelve thousand soldiers conscripted in all, most of which were Yin spirits under the age of thirty. Oda Nobunaga personally submitted a report, stating that they have officially commenced drills, and that they’re hoping that Qin Ye could return to Hell in two months time to join them in their first blight vermin sniping battle.

He couldn’t see what was going on, and there were times when he didn’t even fully appreciate what the works entailed, but he still needed to keep track of the general developments in Hell. Besides, now that school had resumed, it was going to become far more challenging for him to return to Hell on a regular basis.

All of the instructors knew how much Qin Ye enjoyed socials and parties. However, he had already refused one social and two parties to date, and had instead spent all of his waking hours studying in his room everyday.

The one good thing about Local Bully was how straightforward he was. He never minced his words.

Nevertheless, Qin Ye simply ignored him, and shut his eyes to catch forty winks. The passion of Hell was surging, but so was his workload. The reports that he was presented with everyday were at least a foot thick stacked together.

Ding-ding-ding… The bell for the next class rang. Qin Ye opened his eyes with a sigh, picked up his lesson plan and began to head out of the instructors’ office once more. Just then, Lin Han knocked on the table, “Hey, KTV tonight. It’s a new branch. Two of the female instructors are joining us. Coming?”

“Hey! I’m asking you to go! It’s my treat! Come on!” Lin Han yelled desperately from behind, “What’s the point of staying cooped up at home all day long? It’s almost like you’re hiding from the sun for the last twenty days or so. Are you trying to master some ghostly arts?!”

Qin Ye nearly couldn’t resist the urge of turning around and dropping the bombshell on Lin Han - Brother… the joke’s on you, because I do practice some ghostly arts!

The weight of the arm was approximately ten kilograms! Son of a… Did he just throw a pig’s trotter at me?!

Bloody hell… are you a dog?!

“I haven’t been resting well.” It looked like Lin Han wouldn’t stop badgering him until he had some answers, so Qin Ye suppressed the fire in his heart and attempted to allay his concerns for once.

Ding!

Lin Han stared at Qin Ye with a look of incredulity. Then, with a pained expression, he continued, “Do you recall how Wargod Zhou mentioned that we’ll be commencing actual combat practice this semester?”

You’re headed straight for a pitfall. Please be wise and go around it.

“Hang on.” Qin Ye astutely caught the nub of the issue - Bloody hell… what’s that supposed to mean?

Kid, don’t you think you’ve omitted far too many details in the middle? You must have pulled this term out from your butt, haven’t you?

The perceptive Local Bully immediately understood the look in Qin Ye’s eyes, and he thus puffed up his chest proudly, “Are you doubting what I’ve said? I’m not trying to brag, but your era of dominance is over. The present era is built on the surname Lin!”

Lin Han scowled at him with a subtle yet arrogant look. He sighed pretentiously, but it was clear that he was blatantly gloating.

And then tapped on the First Academy of Cultivators Students Group.

Qin Ye stared at Lin Han as though he were staring at a whole new person, “Alright… I didn’t think you had that in you.”

“Instructor Qin’s class is coming up next. What are we going to do?” -- Laughing Pea Shooter.

Instantly, the group exploded with responses.

“I feel like my vitality is being sapped from my body with every minute that passes… Don’t you think Instructor Qin looks like he’s been too tired of late? Lack of sleep? He’s the same age as us, but it suddenly feels as though he’s aged by twenty years!” -- Your Bright Green Hat.

“Good-looking? I disagree. He’s so scrawny. At best, his looks are only acceptable. On the other hand, Instructor Lin’s muscles, build, appearances, legs… whoop whoop…” “No-no-no… This lady prefers the innocent, pretty boy look like Little Ye-Ye. Perhaps a certain part might even evolve into a little wolf too!” “Cough… You say it as though you’ve been there, done that…”

Just like the shape of Qin Ye’s lips right now.

Who’s scrawny?! Come, tell that to me face to face! How would you know that without verifying it yourself? And how can you blame me for naturally looking young? No… I’ve worked so hard for these lessons I’m giving, so how can you simply dismiss my efforts and say that I’m like a walking morgue?!

Then again, how can I possibly have my cake and eat it at the same time?

After all, Hell was his own, and the final bastion of his identity and assurances. This was something that the First Academy of Cultivators would never be able to replace.

“Mm.” Qin Ye peeked at his phone and quickened his pace. Classes were about to begin.

Ding!

“No need for thanks.” Local Bully smiled graciously, almost as though he were telling Qin Ye that there was no need for thanks. Then, with a toothy grin, he continued, “Hale Province, adjacent to the three eastern provinces. There are even rolling grasslands there! Don’t you think it’s amazing? Aren’t you grateful for it?”

Qin Ye was going crazy!

Arthis had solemnly warned him to stay in the confines of the First Academy of Cultivator until the end of the year. Yet, to think that there would be such a major turn of events in just the blink of an eye!

Oh dear god, dear heavens, dear everything!!! Are you trying to sentence me to a quick and swift death? Is it because you think the story is progressing too slowly, so you have to suddenly drop a terrifying bombshell like this?!

“Hey? Old Qin? What’s the matter with you? Why do you look so pale? You… you’re fainting? Holy shit! Are you really that excited?!”

1. Another LoL reference.