Chapter Sixty: Entering the Trading Hall to Learn the New Skill, Curse Magic

Lin Xue turned to Yang Feng and said, "Yang Feng, tomorrow morning at eight, we’ll depart from here."

"As for the specifics of the entrance exam, I’ll tell you tomorrow!"

Yang Feng nodded, "No problem!"

"Yang Feng, let’s get ready first!"

With that, Gu Panpan took Yang Feng by the hand and led him away.

After Yang Feng and Gu Panpan had left, Lin Xue glanced at Xiao Tiance and said irritably, "Xiao Tiance, I know you look down on Yang Feng, but let me tell you, he was personally brought into the school by the Sword God himself. You’d better watch yourself!"

Xiao Tiance snorted coldly, "I know. I’m just annoyed. They want us to bring someone to the entrance exam, so at least they should send someone useful. What kind of nonsense is a Curse Master? I’ve never even heard of such a profession!"

Lin Xue sighed lightly, "I haven’t heard of the Curse Master profession either, but Yang Feng is the national top scorer on the college entrance exam."

"To achieve that, he must have something special."

Just then, someone spoke up, "I heard the Curse Master is a new profession this year, and it’s the only hidden profession!"

Xiao Tiance scoffed, "So what if it’s the only hidden profession? Over the years, we’ve seen unique hidden classes, but most of them have been useless."

Meanwhile, Gu Panpan was still holding Yang Feng’s hand as they headed to the trading hall.

"Yang Feng, don’t be angry!"

"That Xiao Tiance is just a lunatic!"

Yang Feng nodded, "Don’t worry, I won’t get angry. Why would I bother about a lunatic?"

"Hahaha…"

Gu Panpan laughed heartily at Yang Feng’s words.

Soon, the two arrived at the trading hall.

Yang Feng sold all the items he’d acquired from dungeon runs.

He didn’t choose to auction them off, but sold them directly to the trading hall.

After selling everything, he received three hundred thousand Summer Coins.

Though three hundred thousand wasn’t much, it was enough for Yang Feng to live on for a semester.

Gu Panpan said, "Yang Feng, since you’re taking the entrance exam tomorrow, you should buy some potions."

Potions were concocted by alchemists, and there were many kinds.

For example, healing, magic, strength, and so on—various potions.

The red potions were generally for healing wounds and restoring health.

The blue potions replenished energy and stamina for professionals.

Thus, red and blue potions were the most commonly purchased.

Besides those, there were special potions, like poisons.

[Level 1 Healing Potion: Used to treat injuries, usable by professionals under level 20.]

[Level 1 Health Potion: Used to restore health, usable by professionals under level 20.]

[Level 1 Energy Recovery Potion: Restores energy, usable by professionals under level 20.]

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Even the lowest grade potion cost at least a thousand Summer Coins.

Following Gu Panpan’s advice, Yang Feng bought ten bottles of potions.

He purchased three types, totaling thirty thousand Summer Coins.

Then, Yang Feng spent another hundred thousand on a beginner skill book.

Now, he was left with only a hundred seventy thousand Summer Coins.

He spent another ten thousand on a mobile phone.

This phone was unlike ordinary ones—it was placed in the eye like an invisible lens.

Almost every student at Qingbei University bought such an invisible phone.

Yang Feng added Gu Panpan’s contact, so they could stay in touch at any time.

Gu Panpan smiled, "Yang Feng, now you can call me whenever you want."

Yang Feng smiled in response.

According to Gu Panpan, originally, Xiao Tiance’s younger brother was supposed to participate in the entrance exam.

But because of Sword God Li Liushui, Yang Feng took his place.

That’s why Xiao Tiance was so upset with Yang Feng.

Gu Panpan didn’t know the content of the entrance exam either.

But she knew it was extremely important.

All students participating had level requirements.

Their level couldn’t be too low, nor too high.

The specific content would only be revealed tomorrow.

Yang Feng paid Xiao Tiance no mind.

In Yang Feng’s eyes, Xiao Tiance was nothing but trash.

Though Yang Feng wasn’t arrogant, he was confident he could defeat Xiao Tiance.

Back in his dormitory, Yang Feng opened the beginner skill book he’d bought.

As soon as it was activated, a white light enveloped his body.

A few minutes later, the light faded.

Yang Feng sighed, for this time, he hadn’t learned a new skill.

Using a skill book didn’t guarantee learning a skill.

Even if a skill was learned, it might not be a new one.

Not learning a new skill was perfectly normal.

As one’s level rose, more skills were mastered.

To learn more, one needed to use more skill books.

A single beginner skill book cost about a hundred thousand Summer Coins.

Ten would be a million.

A single intermediate skill book, however, cost a million.

Ten intermediate skill books would cost ten million.

Today, Yang Feng had bought two beginner skill books.

Having failed with the first, he decided to use the second.

Once activated, a white light enveloped Yang Feng again.

Countless streams of information flooded his mind.

"This time I’ve learned a new skill; the skill book was worth it!"

[Skill: Curse Technique]

[Curse Technique (Level 1): Within a range of ten meters, curse enemies, causing them to suffer ten percent additional damage. Skill cooldown: three minutes.]

Through his innate talent, Yang Feng could extend the range from ten meters to a hundred.

And the damage from twenty percent to forty percent.

With this, Yang Feng could use Curse Technique to weaken his enemies’ attacks.

Another extraordinary skill!

Yang Feng began to study the Curse Technique.

"My profession is Curse Master, so this skill suits me perfectly!"

"Curse Technique allows me to curse enemies and weaken their strength, increasing the damage they take."

"No matter the profession, Curse Technique is a formidable skill."

After studying it, Yang Feng summoned ten Crow Warriors.

He then drank a bottle of Energy Recovery Potion.

His energy quickly recovered.

Having experienced the effects of the potion, Yang Feng sat cross-legged to rest.

The next day.

Early in the morning.

The sound of a phone ringing reached Yang Feng’s ears.

He didn’t need to guess—it was definitely Gu Panpan calling.

After all, since Yang Feng bought his phone, he’d only added Gu Panpan’s contact.