High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 283 - 207 David’s Key_1

Chapter 283: Chapter 207 David’s Key_1

It’s now 10 o’clock on Tuesday morning.

The classroom 1001 of the East Annex to the main building is quiet.

All the students sit quietly in their seats, casting a careful side glance at the lean divination professor on the podium.

It’s not the first time that the students of Astronomy Class 08-1 have lost points in class.

But it is the first time for the publicly-funded students of Astronomy Class 08-1 to have points deducted in class by the professor.

Professor Yi has simply shattered some mysterious halo that hovers over the public-funded students.

This is intriguing to many.

You must know, in Jiuyou Academy, which values exam grades, professors always have preferential treatment for students with excellent grades--everyone thinks it’s only natural, almost no one considers it as a form of discrimination.

But now, the professor has used his power to make a strong annotation for his authority in class.

Zheng Qing buries his head in his textbook, trying hard to lower his presence.

If it wasn’t for the fact that students were not allowed to wear hoodies in the classroom, he would even want to cover his entire head.

He could bet his ears were red from embarrassment.

Professor Yi seems to be extremely satisfied with his control over class discipline.

He clears his throat, takes a sip of tea, and gives a thumbs-up to the elf janitor, satisfied.

"Before we delve further into the divination system, there’s a bit of preparation work for you to do."

Professor Yi flips the lecture notes, taps on the lectern, drawing everyone’s attention.

Zheng Qing keeps his head down, not looking up.

He has made up his mind, from now on, he will never speak out in Professor Yi JiaZi’s class.

Not to answer questions.

Nor raise doubts.

He clenches his pen, grinds his teeth, and makes notes passionately. Every word under his hand is soaked with his anger, and the force between each pen stroke can poke seven or eight holes on the ’big monkey’ on the podium.

"When you try to glean information from others with magic, you need to anticipate the backlash from the River of Destiny. After all, every wave in that river represents the brightest light of a life."

"No one can frivolously belittle this kind of light."

"If we say that before the establishment of the first university, experienced-based subjects such as magic potions, magic scripts, talismans, alchemy, etc., have seen some development, then in contrast, the prophecy-level magic is still in an undeveloped primitive and chaotic age, and wizards can only glimpse the slight trace of destiny depending on their talent and intuition."

"The only obstacle that prevents the development of this discipline is divine punishment."

"...And I saw the earth shaking violently. The sunlight turns black like sackcloth, and the full moon turns red like blood. The stars in the sky fall to the earth, as if unripe figs fall from the fig tree being shaken by the wind. The heavens recede as if rolled up like a scroll. Mountains and islands were removed from their places..."

This terrifying description unsettles everyone. Although the power of divination is objective, it doesn’t make sense to provoke the ubiquitous Gaia for those intangible things.

Professor Yi changes his tune and his tone becomes much lighter:

"Fortunately, you live in the new age."

"After the establishment of the first university, countless legendary wizards put aside their prejudices, exchanged ideas, successfully obtained the ’David’s Key’, unlocked the shackle of the destiny card from the neck of the wizard, and broke through the ancient mist."

"That’s holy, real, taking David’s key, once opened, no one can close, once closed, no one can open."

He speaks the last sentence so cheerfully that even Zheng Qing can’t help but raise his head to look at this ’little old man’.

Many more people craned their necks to try to see clearly what the ’David’s Key’ that Professor Yi was holding was.

"This is the ’key’."

Professor Yi holds his hand high, holding a polished wooden bead between his fingers.

"This key is mine."

"Everyone should look for the key that truly fits their heart’s desire... Everyone is bound by the shackles of destiny, and the chains around your neck can’t be unlocked by just any key."

"Perhaps someone will ask, how is this key used?"

Professor Yi opens his eyes wide, his questioning gaze sweeping over every face, finally landing on student Liu Fifi sitting in the middle of the first row of the classroom.

"Medium, professor." The main student of Jiuyou Academy explained quietly, "When using magic to extract information from others, some medium from the person being divined is needed. Like hair, clothing or items containing the host’s aura, of course, the best medium is blood. And these ’keys’ are tools to carry the medium."

"Perfect," The professor nodded in satisfaction, his aged, yellowish bamboo whip vigorously slicing through the air with a whooshing sound. "An extra point for student Liu Fei Fei... It’s well-deserved."

The female class representative shyly sat back down.

Zheng Qing’s mood became increasingly depressed.

"Just as Liu Fei Fei just mentioned, you can only avoid divine punishment and accurately interpret the information contained within those mediums by finding your own ’key’."

"So, where is the key?"

"The key is everywhere."

"The ’keys’ you use for divination can be anything in this world."

"For example, a charred piece of bone, a dry leaf, a fresh flower, even a length of cotton thread, or a piece of broken porcelain. Anything. There used to be a great diviner, whose key was a dung ball rolled by a dung beetle."

A few soft laughs rang out in the classroom, quickly silenced under the watchful gaze of the professor.

Even Xin, usually the fat man who liked to heckle, kept quiet, watching the professor with a straight face, showing no inclination to interrupt.

Professor Yi nodded in satisfaction.

"Finding your own key... this is the first step in practising divination, and also the most difficult one."

"Because the world is so vast, who can find that one object that resonates with their heart from amidst the vast universe of objects? Some divination apprentices spend their whole lives without being able to find the right key for their abilities."

Many people wore distressed expressions.

For these university students living in their ivory tower, trying to find their own key from around the world seemed as impossible as sifting a special grain of sand from a desert or extracting a unique water droplet from the ocean.

They didn’t have the time or the capability.

"But this is also your advantage!" Professor Yi raised his head, his eyebrows raised as if he wanted everyone to remember this moment.

"Where are we?"

"The First University!""

"Who am I?"

"Your divination professor!"

Answering his own questions, the tail of his bamboo whip pounded against the podium, making a series of ’dong dong’ sounds. The whip quivered with each strike, displaying his excitement:

"As your professor!"

"As your divination professor!"

"After knowing your names and giving you three divination lessons, if I still can’t tell you something, it would be a disgrace to the First University!"

Upon saying this, he put down the bamboo whip, picked up his water cup and gulped down several mouthfuls.

When the professor began to speak again, he was much calmer:

"Just like my former divination teacher, he would always take a simple look at his students and do a little prediction. It’s not just to surprise you, but also to give us peace of mind."

"Now...one by one, come up to the podium. I will tell each of you what your ’key’ is."

Liu Fei Fei raised her hand high.

It nearly poked Professor Yi’s face.

"Do you have a question?" The professor kindly looked at her.

"I remember you said," began the class representative, standing and asking uneasily, "that divination has backlash...The textbook also says ’Prediction is risky, be careful with divination’...Is it okay for you to use divination for so many people?"

The professor smiled, touched, and vigorously blew his nose.

"Oh, as I mentioned before, you must be extremely careful when touching the thread of destiny," he wagged his thin finger, his eyes sparkling, "But this also depends on who you’re dealing with."

"If you try to peek at the dark marks left by our great principal in the River of Destiny, you might be accidentally killed by his backlash."

"But if I, as your professor, am simply looking at the objects you’ll use in the next class and giving you a little hint, I’ll at most sneeze."

These few casual words made each and every student look at the seemingly strict professor with awe.

Zheng Qing was no exception.

Under the sunlight, his small and thin figure seemed to grow larger all of a sudden.