Chapter 21: The Changing Weather

  "Make him a puppet... Can I?"

  Yun Haifeng asked incredulously, but his hands didn't stop collecting blood samples. The transparent bottles were filled with blood, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. Yun Haifeng's expression remained unchanged as he carefully tightened the bottle caps, slowly inverting them twice to ensure there were no leaks before finally putting them away, satisfied.

  "Not now, but I can help you keep it." Lance said calmly, waiting until Yunhai Fan had finished everything before speaking up.

  "Are you helping me stay?" Yun Hai Fan looked at him in confusion, "What kind of stay?"

  Lan Se didn't say a word, his thumb pressed against Wen Zhan's forehead, the tip of his finger emitting a faint yellow glow. Just as the glow was about to disappear, he spoke up and said: "Stretch out your hand."

  Yun Haifeng stretched out his hand unknowingly, but was pressed back to its original position by Lan Si Cheng. In the flash of light from their fingertips, Yun Haifeng only felt a surge of spiritual energy within him, and the flowing power merged strangely before disappearing without a trace.

  The cloud sea sail flapped its hands, but didn't find anything unusual. However, it heard the low voice of Blue Slade: "Because he once used your blood to cast a spell, and spells are based on blood contracts, you have already established a blood contract relationship. He can use you as a sacrifice, and conversely, you can turn him into your puppet. All this depends on the strength of spiritual power. I just helped you adjust the spiritual power in his body. When you one day surpass his spiritual power, he will automatically obey you."

  "It's so good..." Yun Hai Fan muttered to himself, "But, Blue Boss, why did you want to help me?"

  "Someone told me you're coming back here to die tonight." Lance's eyes gazed deeply at her, "In any case, you are my student, and it is my duty to provide the greatest help for you."

  "Is that all?"

  "It's that simple." Lance turned around and walked away with big strides, "Let's go, I'll take you out of this boundary."

  Yunhai Fan stared blankly at his back, and it took a while to react. When he ran to catch up with him, he was always thinking about a question in his mind -

  How high is his magic?

  The next day, a shocking piece of news exploded in the school - Wen Zhan, the head of the grade, was mysteriously injured and would be taking a leave of absence to recover, with no expected return date. Of course, this was just a rumor, while the official announcement was that Wen Zhan had resigned due to illness and his position would be taken over by Lan Si Cheng. The students' attention naturally focused on whether Wen Zhan was really ill or injured, while some high-ranking officials in the school began to investigate Lan Si Cheng's background. As for the highest level of authority, they just smiled and remained silent, naturally approving - agreed.

  Another noteworthy news is that Principal Ji has been transferred out of the school, and Principal Yi will take over today. In addition, Ge Hui, the former librarian, has taken on the role of supervisor, a position not high but directly under Principal Yi's jurisdiction, openly being the highest-level spy organization, but no one dares to argue. This news did not cause much stir among students, after all, the principal and supervisor are too far away from students, only the puppetry class students were affected - because Ge Hui became their puppetry teacher.

  Yun Hai Fan didn't care about these things, although Ge Hui was no longer the head of the library, her private trial grounds Yun Hai Fan could still enter. Ge Hui had long since set up candles on the ground, waiting for Yun Hai Fan to use Wen Xuan's blood to draw a magic array.

  "One, two, three...... seven?" Yun Hai Fan counted the candles in front of him, a hint of surprise flashing across his eyes. "Seven-Pronged Star Magic Array?"

  "Yes." Ge Hui handed the drawing paper to Yun Hai Fan, on which was drawn a regular heptagram, identical to the one Wen Zhan had drawn that night.

  "Do I really have to draw it?" Yun Haifan subconsciously waved his hand, "Can I actually draw it?"

  Ge Hui's eyes said "go ahead and draw with ease", her tone was also soothing: "Don't worry, the paper has a marked method for drawing, you won't have any problems."

  Yun Hai Fan hesitated, but still bent down to draw. She drew very carefully, and even though the temperature in the trial field was not high, sweat beads appeared on her forehead. When she finished drawing the magic array and placed the candles at seven fixed points, the candle flames suddenly surged up, and the outer flames connected to form a regular heptahedron. The heptahedron was cut open from the opposite corner, and the inclined cutting surface faintly showed the pattern, but the fire shadow was blurry and unclear.

  As expected, the seven-pointed star magic circle drawn with one stroke will have an image.

  Yun Hai Fan was thinking silently, but saw Ge Hui standing beside him with a serious expression. His mouth seemed to be muttering something, and as he sped up and raised his tone, the influence of the fire became clearer and clearer. Finally, an ancient tower appeared in the center of the screen. The old building from a hundred years ago showed its worn-out old appearance, with desolation and solemnity coexisting under the moonlight. A kind of indescribable oppressive feeling slowly spread through the air. Yun Hai Fan wanted to move forward to take a closer look, but was pulled back by Ge Hui.

  "What is this?" Yun Hai Fan asked.

  "The Tower, the Season's End Tower." Seeing Yun Hai Fan's confusion, Ge Hui explained, "It is the only building left after the Holy War except for the Liuyue Temple, because its specific location is unknown, so for thousands of years, few people have known its true location."

  "Why does this image appear?"

  "The Dark Family is stirring again."

  "There's a weirdo sneaking in." Yun Haiyan teased Lan Sichen, "What is the Dark Clan?"

  "The Dark Clan is a group of mages who master dark magic, in contrast to the light magic users. They used to be present in the country of Líftorn, but were expelled to the northern part of the continent of Luòruì after the Holy War. They are skilled in curses and other dark magic." Bláns explained, "The Season's End Tower itself is a manifestation that suppresses dark magic, so after the Holy War, the Dark Clan has been silent, and therefore the tower hasn't appeared again. Now that it has suddenly appeared, it foretells the possibility of the Dark Clan making a comeback."

  "It's really too scary." Yun Hai Fan's tone was insincere, "But I drew this magic array to unravel the curse, can it help me suppress the curse?"

  "Can is can, but need to change incantation."

  Lance glanced at Ge Hui, who nodded and said to Yun Hai Fan: "Now, close your eyes, sit cross-legged in front of the magic array, and no matter what you hear, don't open your eyes."

  Yun Hai Fan did as Ge Hui said and gradually understood why she had said those words.

  It's not a curse, but rather an evil sound. Yun Hai Fan didn't know how others or even Ge Hui himself could tolerate such piercing sounds, she only knew that her own ears felt like a novice violinist was practicing a sonata in fits and starts, the sound lower and more oppressive than a cello, as if millions of ants were crawling over her heart, leaving fine footprints, making her feel itchy and unbearable.

  She gritted her teeth and silently prayed for this damned curse to lift soon.