High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 1041 - 103: Behind the Congealed Blood

Chapter 1041: Chapter 103: Behind the Congealed BloodMontreya Laboratory’s rules and regulations were not much different from those of other laboratories. They included maintaining a quiet and clean environment, following the professor’s guidance, adhering to operating procedures, strictly prohibiting plagiarism and the fabrication of experiment results, and forbidding the removal of equipment and materials from the lab, among other things.

In summary, these were similar to the rules Zheng Qing had followed when he entered the Hundred Herb Gardens—first, listen to the teacher; second, do not touch anything recklessly; third, listen to the teacher and do not touch anything recklessly.

The only less stringent aspect was that the assistants working in this lab did not need to wear Dragon Skin Protective Suits or carry Alchemy Goggles or silkworm gloves while working there.

According to Zheng Qing’s observations, it was because this lab was responsible for theoretical re

"Let me make an analogy."

"People often say that eyes are the windows to the soul. For a house, the most vulnerable part happens to be the windows fitted with glass."

"In your ’house,’ a tremendous magic power is contained. Under normal conditions, this magic power can maintain a delicate balance with the house. But if it’s stimulated by some external force and starts to stir, the house can no longer withstand the pressure."

"Unable to withstand it, the pressure must be released. And the most vulnerable glass windows are the best exit."

This explanation was vivid and easy to understand.

But precisely because of that, Zheng Qing felt even more confused.

"A tremendous magic power?" Zheng Qing looked down at his belly: "Do you mean to say that I am a Nine-Tailed Human Pillar Power with a Red Fox sealed inside me that possesses infinite chakra?"

Professor Montreya didn’t understand Zheng Qing’s joke.

"Human Pillar Power? Chakra?" He frowned, negating the idea: "I don’t know where you’ve learned these terms. But they clearly do not match with the facts I’m aware of."

Zheng Qing chuckled dryly, feeling that making light-hearted comments at such a time was somewhat inappropriate.

"What I mean is, I haven’t felt any strange power sealed inside me," he tried to steer the conversation back to its previous course: "And, I don’t have any weird sealing marks on my body... I think."

The professor raised an eyebrow.

"The body?" His head tilted slightly: "No, no, no, you should pay attention to the example I gave earlier... the eyes are windows to the soul. Therefore, that power doesn’t reside within your body, but exists connected to your soul as its core."

Well then, that explanation seemed to make the situation a little more complicated.

The parts Zheng Qing found understandable became more esoteric—honestly, he always disliked these parts that lacked empirical evidence and yet were difficult to falsify.