149 What the Professor Truly Is

The Professor halted. Silver dust suspended in the air before him, drifting in the wind like catkins. Under the dim light, they glittered slightly, clear and translucent. But as soon as they fell on the Professor's body, they began to sizzle as if burning!

Ye Qingxuan smiled. He slowly raised his right hand which carried a heavy and thick leather bag. When he loosened his grip, the bag fell on the ground and a huge amount of silver sand flowed out. Bai Xi had spent the entire day searching through Avalon's jewelry processing workshops for them. A bag full of pure silver sand.

"What's the matter, Professor?" Ye Qingxuan squatted down, picked up some silver sand from the bag and held it in his hands. He watched as the silver metal dust fell from his fingertips. They reflected a beautiful rainbow under the dim light. "I bought these just for you. What do you say? Do you like it?"

The Professor was silent. He stood rooted to the spot, unable to get closer. But his eyes were full of a rage that Ye Qingxuan feared! Seeing his reaction, Ye Qingxuan smiled. He seemed to like it. That was great.

"Mr. Professor ..." In silence, the young man gazed at the Professor’s cold and cynical face hidden under his hat. "Or perhaps I should call you one of the legends of Avalon—Mr. Vampire."

The Professor remained silent, but Ye Qingxuan’s voice came from the darkness. He spoke at a steady pace with a calm voice that was full of annoying arrogance and elegance. "It’s been so many years and no one discovered that you’re the legendary vampire, a moon spirit hiding in Avalon. No wonder you’ve always been mysterious, nocturnal, and never one to show your face...Do you vampires really have pointy ears?" Suddenly changing to topic, he looked curiously at the Professor's hood, wanting to have a look at his ears.

The Professor finally spoke with extreme coldness. "Holmes, knowing too much is not a good thing."

"Oh, really?" Ye Qingxuan played with the silver sand through his fingertips. "But I love this feeling! If this is a crime, I’m willing to spend the rest of my life in the prison."

The Professor gazed at him and asked coldly, "How did you find out?"

"It was probably because of…the blood words. I really have to thank that traitor of yours."

Ye Qingxuan slowly stood up, supported by his cane, and leaned lazily on the wall. "Did you want to use his death to lure the parliament into the trap and retaliate against them? It’s very clever! I went to the scene." Ye Qingxuan shook his head and exclaimed, "It was so tragic. You burned his entire body to crisp. But was this for the sake of killing him, or to conceal what you did to him?"

The Professor froze.

Ye Qingxuan reached out and touched his own carotid artery. "There were two very small holes on his neck here, where it had been burned. If you don’t look with a goal in mind, you wouldn’t even notice. But the moment I saw the two holes, I realized what the so-called 'Professor' is.

"The coroner said the murder was very cruel, and that the temperature was high enough to evaporate half of his blood, but the blood had actually been drained by you, right? He betrayed you, so you drained his blood. Maybe it was to heal yourself, or maybe just to punish him.

"Finally, you set him on fire in order to destroy the corpse, silence him, leave your own breath to guide the house to come, and supply your healing with blood...you hit three birds with one stone!" He paused and smiled lightly. "But you’ve underestimated his revenge on you."

The temperature around the Professor seemed to drop, but Ye Qingxuan was still enjoying it all. "Let me guess, when you noticed someone approaching, you lit him on fire and watched him scream and die before turning away, am I right?

"But a viper can only raise another viper. He used his last moments to take revenge. He left some words in blood on the wall, revealing your 'big secret'. Initially, I was very confused because I’ve never seen that type of text before. Finally, I suddenly realized that what he left was not words, but just blood." He narrowed his eyes at the silent "legend."

"This is the secret he wanted to tell the others—the criminal mastermind of Avalon, the mysterious man who has been hiding behind the scenes, the fearsome Professor...is the a moon spirit of the fallen clan, a bloodsucking demon! 'Professor' Moriarty is the legendary vampire of Avalon!"

He pointed to the Professor and said in cold voice, "That was my study of the blood words. Please correct me if I’m wrong!"

After a long, long time, the Professor laughed hoarsely. "There is nothing to be corrected. Your reasoning is all correct, but you could identify me with just that?"

"Maybe it’s because of my amazing imagination." Ye Qingxuan raised his finger and pointed to his forehead. "I actually discovered something recently. Whether I want it or not, but for some reason, I always have something to do with the legends of Avalon. Even if I try to avoid it, I always run into something strange.

"If you were me, when you encounter something like this, you’d think…what the h*ll is it this time?!"

"Your deduction is correct and the inference is very clever. To be honest, Avalon has been boring without the Shaman. If I had an enemy like you, my days would not have been so meaningless." The Professor exuded something murderous. His eyes locked onto Ye Qingxuan. "What a pity…"

"Ha" Ye Qingxuan responded with cold laughter. "Stop acting, Lord Moriarty! No matter what you are, and even if you have sucked the blood out of all those guys and healed your wounds, you’re still weak right now.

"Don’t take me for a fool. Even if moon spirits can suck the life blood from others, it’s still a burden on you. The stronger and more powerful the enemy's vitality is, the more difficult it is to absorb.

"It's not about your accomplishments as a musician, but the limitation of the moon spirit’s talent! Now, after being injured for so long, just draining that dark musician was exhausting enough for you."

Ye Qingxuan kicked the bag away, sprinkling more silver sand everywhere. When he gazed at the Professor, his eyes were emotionless. "To be honest, I don’t care what the h*ll you are. I can keep this secret for you, but you'd better have a chat with me now. Otherwise, I’ll let you have a ‘chat’ with the silver!"

He gripped his cane, looked at the Professor in silence, and asked in a coldly, "Tell me, is the Eastern kid really the key to Avalon’s shadow? Where did you get this information...and why are you so determined?"

The Professor remained silent, seeming to not have heard anything. Even at his most vulnerable, he kept quiet and did not show any intention to negotiate. He seemed to be meditating. A long and deep meditation.

Finally, The Professor looked up. All of his thoughts and resolutions were expressed in a sigh. "What a shame."

Ye Qingxuan’s expression changed. A sword was thrusted at him!

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The dome in the hall shattered. A gleam of dim moonlight fell down through the gap, illuminating the glowing silver dust on the floor. Amidst the glow, two piercing cold rays of light suddenly shot out from the Professor's sleeve. They cut through the air soundlessly.

As if he was made from gravel, the Professor's figure became faint. It seemed as if he would collapse with the wind, but in the next moment, he stepped onto the silver dust. In his hand, the two swords crisscrossed, aimed at the youth’s throat.

Unlike the Chainsaw monk’s big with his dramatic movements, like lava flowing, one could not tell when the Professor was about to move. There were no indications, not even a slight movement.

The two swords melted into the moonlight and attacked in silence without any ferocity or brutality. They only brought quiet beauty and a dismal air. It was heart-stopping!

But the youth seemed have perceived the Professor’s intention. His complexion changed when the Professor moved his muscles. He picked up the bag under his feet and scattered the silver sand generously. They created a radiant silver sheet that fell on the sword of moonlight.

The blade cut through the silver with a sizzling sound, forcing them to fly to the side. When residual silver fell on the Professor's body, they changed suddenly, creating red sparks. Flames were born out of thin air. The red flames danced.

In an instant, the Professor was enveloped by the terrifying flames. The fire covered his body, burning him. It was the same thing he had done to the traitor a few days ago. Now it was happening to him.

This was the inborn flaw of the Moon Spirit clan. After abandoning mankind and the Silver Moon, they had been cursed to be poisoned by silver. They could absorb the vitality from others through their blood, but they would lose all control and reason under the Silver Moon’s light. Any type of silver would turn to poison at a touch and burn them to ashes!

But Ye Qingxuan did not expect that the Professor was willing to fight to the death. Did he just attack?!

Ye Qingxuan staggered back with a music note in his hand. Gas rolled over the sand, resisting the Professor's onslaught. Ye Qingxuan had the obvious advantage and had grasped the key moment when the Professor could not use aether, but he found that he still did not have the upper hand.

The burning Professor revealed a faint and ferocious smile from behind the flames. He said hoarsely, "You wouldn’t think that the Moon Spirit clan is only good at sucking blood, right?"

Ye Qingxuan immediately processed what he meant and cold sweat rolled down. The Moon Spirits, good at swordsmanship, the clan of good swordsmanship…They were the most terrifying assassins of all the fallen races! Was the Professor not only an accomplished musician but also a monster at swordsmanship?