Chapter 598: Chapter 592: Heavenly Dragon Leaves
“I’m finally back!”
Gazing at the proud Rosewood Divine Wood in the distance and slling the fragrance brought by the breeze, David Jones felt imnsely relaxed, as if he had shed his burdens and returned to his hotown with delight.
After being apart for two months, he had finally returned to Rosewood College from the Umbral.
Hesitating for a mont, David strode through the gates of Rosewood, and his travel-worn appearance caught the attention of many vibrant students in an instant.
“That’s senior David Jones!”
A female student covered her mouth, her expression excited, surprising her companions greatly.
Hearing this commotion, nearby students quickly gathered around to watch.
“Didn’t senior David Jones follow Grandmaster Hoyle in arduous cultivation to prepare for the national competition? Why is he here?” a student with thick eyebrows and large eyes asked.
“Are you out of your mind? Senior David Jones is only a freshman, not an outstanding graduate. Is it so strange for him to be at school?” a well-dressed OL girl glanced at him.
Because of David’s status as top of three lists, the vast majority of students at Rosewood College viewed him as an idol and target to aspire to.
Not to ntion that since the establishnt of Rosewood College, David was the only freshman ever to be respectfully hailed as ‘senior’ by all the upperclassn.
“No, what I an is, senior David Jones missed the final assessnts to prepare for the national contest. How does he have the ti to stroll around the campus now?”
Hearing this, David’s pace faltered slightly.
His outstanding psychic power made his perception even more acute; he couldn’t help overhearing the conversations of students around him.
“I wonder if it’s possible to make up the exams I missed?” David said, the corner of his mouth curling into a wry smile.
With its strict academic environnt, Rosewood College mandated that any student who did not pass their final assessnts must repeat the year, and he certainly didn’t want to spend another year in his freshman year alongside next year’s new students.
Rossetti Lindwood followed silently behind David, quietly observing the refreshing environnt and beasts around her.
“Excuse , please make way.”
A familiar crisp voice ca through.
David turned his head and saw Margaret Yule, whom he had not seen for a long ti, with Jade Bailey, Sean Wooley, and four other core mbers of the Purple Haze Club behind her.
David looked around and said with a smile, “Let’s talk sowhere else.”
…
In the dormitory area, the backyard of David’s villa.
A majestic chanical Dragon King covered in azure silver crystals, standing dozens of ters tall, was towering over the land.
“Pet Na”: chanical Dragon King
“Pet Type”: Machinery, Dragon
“Species Level”: ???
“Strength Level”: ??? (Unable to Start)
“Species Skill”: Endless Restructuring, Dragon King Beam, Torrent Cot, Fission Breath
“Profile”: A fifth-generation chanical beast from the ancient Guardian series. Due to the passage of ti causing its internal epigraphs to break, it is unable to initiate combat and can only be used for display. So researchers also use it to understand the differences between ancient Epigraph cha and modern chanical ch.
Seeing that the provisions for the Gluttonous Beast had increased, a look of satisfaction appeared in David’s eyes.
He had waited over a month past the delivery date for this cha, and he had almost thought it slipped through the net of the Vine.
“How much money did you advance? I’ll transfer it to you directly,” David said, turning to Margaret.
Margaret shook her head slightly, “No need, I paid the final paynt with the Purple Haze Club’s share.”
David Jones: “???”
Is the Purple Haze Club’s share really that valuable?
You must know that the final paynt for the chanical Dragon King was a whopping 700 million star coins, and in just two months, there was such a huge profit. What exactly has the Purple Haze Club been doing recently???
Seeing the puzzled look in David Jones’s eyes, Margaret Yule hurriedly explained, “Last month happened to be the day when Skydragon Island was accessible. Our Purple Haze Club joined forces with the three major clubs to develop it, which is how we were able to secure such a profit.”
“Skydragon Island?” David Jones frowned slightly.
“Skydragon Island is located deep within the Mountain Rosewood and produces a certain amount of Heavenly Dragon Leaves every year. Thanks to your reputation, President, the Purple Haze Club also got a piece of the cake. This is the profit report for the club during this period.”
After saying this, Margaret Yule pushed a pile of reports in front of David Jones.
After going through a series of reports, David Jones gained a better understanding of the hidden Skydragon Island in the Mountain Rosewood.
Skydragon Island has been a mysterious island since the opening of Rosewood College, shrouded in mist all year long and impossible to find, except in the month of May when it appears for a re fifteen days.
The island’s Beasts are of average strength, but its Pet resources are extrely rich. The Heavenly Dragon Leaves are a well-known Level VI elixir, which, when consud, significantly improves the proficiency of Dragon and Wood Type Pets in their skills.
This kind of elixir is quite rare, which is why the price of Heavenly Dragon Leaves remains high, almost five tis that of an ordinary Level VI King.
The final paynt for the chanical Dragon King may be as high as 700 million, but it still can’t compare with two portions of Heavenly Dragon Leaves.
“It would be a bit of a pity to sell such special resources,” said David Jones, a hint of regret in his eyes.
The Pets he had under contract were basically all of the Dragon Type, and Heavenly Dragon Leaves were an extrely rare resource for him.
Noticing this, Margaret Yule smiled, swiped her fingertip over the Star Ring, and suddenly, three jade boxes appeared on the table.
“The club picked a total of three portions of Heavenly Dragon Leaves, all of them here. By market estimation, they should be valued between 1.6 to 1.8 billion star coins.”
“The final paynt has been made, but I wouldn’t dare to sell the elixirs that the mbers worked hard to harvest before you, as President, give the nod. At the very least, they should be consud internally.”
Looking at Margaret Yule smiling before him, then glancing at Rossetti Lindwood beside him, David Jones instantly understood why she had deliberately teased him.
“You’ve worked hard during this ti.”
After speaking, David Jones reached out his right hand toward Rossetti Lindwood.
“Let introduce her, this is my disciple, Rossetti Lindwood, whom I took on during my travels.”
“Disciple!!!”
Donna Gregory and Sean Wooley exchanged looks, a flash of surprise crossing their eyes.
It was known that geniuses with monstrous talent like the President typically devoted all their ti to arcane star cultivation and Pet training, striving to break through to Class VI King before the age of thirty. They hardly had any ti or energy to take on disciples and teach them.
“Who would have thought the President would actually take on a disciple!”
After their surprise, these core mbers gathered together began to nurture wild ambitions.
The President was a disciple of Grandmaster Hoyle, so becoming the President’s disciple would make them the grand-disciples of Grandmaster Hoyle.
Although being a student disciple of soone from the sa generation is sowhat embarrassing, it all depends on who you compare it with—next to the status of a disciple of Grandmaster Hoyle, losing a bit of face is nothing.
Moreover, with the President’s impressive reputation at Rosewood College nowadays, becoming the President’s disciple might not lead to ridicule but, on the contrary, could be a source of envy from everyone.
For instance, Sean Wooley now vaguely sensed envy in Donna Gregory’s eyes towards Rossetti Lindwood.
After all, they were not inheritors of top-grade Beast Control Powers, nor were they direct descendants of first-tier Beast Control Powers, and the status of a grand-disciple of Grandmaster Hoyle was enough to make them yearn and aspire for it.
“It’s good that it’s just a disciple!”
Upon hearing this, Margaret Yule breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze toward Rossetti Lindwood becoming even more cordial.
Unlike other mbers, she who harbored thoughts about David Jones definitely didn’t want to challenge social norms by becoming a so-called disciple.
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