<h4>Chapter 205: Workings of a Top Student</h4>


    He spoke as though he had seen his fair share of these incidents, and what he had done was all in a day’s work.


    Qin Ye rolled his eyes at her and whispered back, “Shouldn’t you know by now that I’m a genius at anything to do with the preservation of my face… What did I forget?”


    “What’s that?” Qin Ye stretched out his hand and touched it apprehensively. It was cold to the touch, and yet it glittered and gleamed from within like a pure ck crystal that seemed to contain an endless river of souls. It looked absolutely mesmerizing.


    Qin Ye deliberated for a moment, “In other words, I’ll need a specially trained force to deal with such situations in future? Not just to quell the uprising of riots and rebellions, but also to harvest aplete piece of Yin jade? Is this the only way I can get Yin jades?”


    Qin Ye grew taciturn.


    Especially someone like Oda Nobunaga who had been so close to unifying all of Nippon back then.


    Arthis continued, “It’s difficult for you to understand the grievances in his heart. He was so close to unifying Nippon, and yet at the veryst moment, he was driven to death by one of his most trusted subordinates, Akechi Mitsuhide. His resentment has already gathered and festered in the Obsidian Heaven’s Eye Bowl for hundreds of years, bing a longstanding obsession in his heart. If you look back at Oda Nobunaga’s life, you’ll understand that he was one of the greatest talents of his time, a capable politician and a brilliant military man. With him around, you won’t ever have to be concerned with the defense of Hell ever again. It would be far too much of a waste passing up on this opportunity right now.”


    This was a rare opportunity to bring a highly esteemed marshal under hismand - one who possessed the abilities to even unify an entire country. Talent was the driving force of a nation’s development!


    He sighed after a long time, “The Obsidian Heaven’s Eye Bowl is going to make its appearance at the summer major auction at the end of June. I wouldn’t be on vacation just then, so how could I possibly attend the auction? And even if I could attend the auction, what would I use to purchase it?”


    Qin Ye looked up and drew a deep breath, “Are you saying… the Southsea Huanghuali?”


    “Don’t worry, the transaction price shouldn’t be more than a billion RMB. A top talent for a billion RMB. Don’t you think it’s a good deal?” Arthis continued, “Besides, the Obsidian Heaven’s Eye Bowl is nothing more than a collector’s item in the hands of mere mortals. It is only if it ends up in our hands that we can bring out its true potential!”


    Nevertheless, Qin Ye couldn’t deny the presence of a voice screaming in his heart, telling him that he would regret it for the rest of his life if he passed up on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Such talent could never be measured with money! Hell was rife with chaos and instability, and he desperately needed a general to man the fort!


    If I could really find a way out of this conundrum… then, I’ll give the wealthy a run for their wealth at the auctions!


    They were evidently still reeling from shock from what had urred, and they would very much prefer if Qin Ye remained here to hold the fort.


    “Quite possibly.” Qin Ye sighed, “Unfortunately… the heart is willing, but the flesh is weak. Whatever. Protect Mr Gu Qing while I’m not around. Notify me as soon as there’s any sign of danger.”


    Having resolved the critical issue at Hell and incidentally deriving the next step of the n, Qin Ye turned around and stared at the remaining Yin spirits who were still trembling from shock. Then, his voice resounded like thunder throughout Hell, “I approve of your ambitions and desires.”


    “Like I said before - there’s a multitude of things to be done for the revivification of Hell. Everyone needs to chip in. Think about it, who’s the creator of Hell?”


    “And who’s the one who has been wracking his mind, thinking of the best possible course of action to undertake in order to return Hell to its former glory in the shortest time possible?”


    Dead silence nketed Hell.


    Just then, an apprehensive voice called out. Gu Qing had scuttled over and called Qin Ye softly, “M-my lord, please hold on.”


    “It’s nothing much…” After much difficulty, Gu Qing managed to muster the courage to exin himself, “Lord Qin… if you manage to head out, and happen to cross Yan Capital, could I trouble you… to help me ry a dream? Help me assure my family that I’m alright, and tell them not to worry about me.”


    This is Hell, and yet we don’t even have the capability to ry a dream… I can’t help but feel like swearing at the extent of its poverty…


    “I sincerely thank your excellency.” Gu Qing sighed in relief. He was stricken with a debilitating illness and had beenatose for a long time before he passed on. Thus, he never quite got the chance to say his goodbyes. Nevertheless, he had always been on very good terms with his family, and he was afraid that they would grieve endlessly from his passing. This had therefore be akin to an ailment guing his heart.


    Gu Qing’s radiant smile quickly turned into a bitter one.


    “Is there a second City of Salvation in Cathay?”


    Qin Ye began to activate the shard of King Yanluo’s Seal once more. He closed his eyes and quipped casually, “You know about the matters of the City of Salvation as well?”


    Qin Ye’s figure was already consumed by the dark vortex of Yin energy towards the end of his spiel. But just then, a hand stretched out from the vortex and simply tore it apart. Qin Ye stepped out once more and stared intently at Gu Qing.


    He was incredibly sensitive to any prospects of leaving the city right now.


    Without the slightest preparation, and not a shred of consideration, you suddenly appeared… (TL: I love how we get the imagery of OST suddenly ying in the background like the cliffhanger ending of a drama serial)


    Qin Ye shook his head, but continued to stare intently at Gu Qing.


    Gu Qing could read Qin Ye’s thoughts like an open book, and he couldn’t help but gulp nervously, “My lord… doesn’t the school have a form of exchange programme?”


    This is a perfectly legal means with an upstanding justification and a reasonably easy procedure. How could Lord Qin not think of something like that? This... is part of any student’s instinct, isn’t it…?


    1. This is a reference to a song called You Exist In My Song by Qu Wanting