Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 124: Quasi-Yellow Rank

Lucian simply replied calmly, "It’s better not to rush to any conclusion." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Just then, the bathroom door opened and Lana stepped out. She looked at them with confusion and asked,

"What is going on?"

Seeing Lana unharmed, Naina let out a long sigh of relief and explained that she had thought something had happened to her.

Lana waved her hand and replied, "What could possibly happen to me? You two worry too much."

With that, she said that since her mission was over, she wanted to return to her room. Naina didn’t stop her; she understood Lana needed time alone.

Once Lana was back in her room, she collapsed onto her bed, clutching her chest. ’I really had a close call with death today...’

Soon, her eyes closed, and she fell asleep. When she opened them again, it was already afternoon.

Instead of going to university, she first had her breakfast, took a shower, and then worshipped Lord Nytheris before finally leaving for her university.

Lucian had already arranged a car for Lana, and Naina reluctantly looked at it. "Will you ever visit again?" Naina asked softly.

Lana was speechless and simply looked at her.

"I’ve already purified all the remaining bad luck in this house." She said. "My mission is over. You... don’t need to return."

Naina hesitated for a moment before taking out her phone.

"Is it alright if we keep in touch?" she asked. "Just in case I need your help again. Would you help me?"

Then she added, "I’ll pay you handsomely. Almost two million dollars every time you assist me."

Lana’s eyes sparkled.

’Two million dollars... every time? That’s insane.’

After struggling internally for a long moment, she finally gave in and agreed.

Even though Naina was technically her love rival, this opportunity was far too good to miss. After all, who could resist that kind of money?

Once their contact information was exchanged, Lana returned to the university.

At the mission hall, she met the teacher in charge. The moment the teacher in charge saw her complete the mission, she immediately spoke,

"There was an issue with the mission’s detection. It wasn’t an E-Rank mission at all. The ghost that possessed the issuer was almost 12 years old. Professor Axel has already explained the situation. Under normal conditions, since another person interrupted your mission, tried to complete it on your behalf, and even took care of the mission issuer for two days, this would be counted as a violation."

She continued,

"However, the mission was misclassified from the start, and you were deceived. So you won’t be fined. Instead, you’ll be rewarded because you successfully handled a twelve-year-old ghost with the ability to deal with only ghosts with 8 years of cultivation. You’ll receive fifty credits."

Hearing this, Lana’s eyes brightened.

"And going forward," the receptionist added, "two verification checks will be done to ensure you won’t encounter this kind of mishap again."

Lana nodded, appreciating the sincerity.

’Shadow Ridge University really knows how to handle its mistakes. They don’t hide them. They don’t pretend that nothing happened. They take responsibility. Many universities could never.’

After receiving her reward, Lana calmly started scrolling through the missions again. Seeing her rush, Mr. Crow asked,

"Why are you in such a hurry to accept more cases? Shouldn’t you wait and cultivate?"

Lana shook her head.

"I realized the more cases I solve, the faster my cultivation grows," she said. "Earlier, I thought I’d need at least another month to reach Yellow Rank, but because of the mystic energy ball invention and everything I learned, I finally reached it. It’s a huge achievement."

Hearing this, Mr. Crow nodded. Lana wasn’t exaggerating. At her current pace, it wouldn’t be surprising if she reached Earth Rank sooner than most.

Lana sifted through various missions before finally choosing an E-Rank mission.

Besides the fifty credits, it also offered an herb she needed.

Even though she had broken through to Yellow Rank, she was only considered a pseudo–Yellow Ranker since she hadn’t taken the necessary herbal bath or consumed the required materials.

When she first reached Yellow Rank, she had been thrilled and thought,

’Maybe I’m some kind of special protagonist who doesn’t need resources.’ But Mr. Crow quickly corrected her misunderstanding.

"You may have reached Yellow Rank," he had told her, "but at most, you’re a quasi–Yellow Ranker. To become a real one, you must undergo the herbal bath or consume the proper herbs."

Thus, her main task now was to gather the herbs required to become a complete Yellow Rank practitioner.

Honestly, Lana was already getting a headache. But as she browsed through the mission list, she finally found one offering one of the required herbs. She immediately accepted it.

Once she submitted her choice, the teacher-in-charge looked at it and pursed his lips.

"There’s something wrong with this mission," he warned her. "Even though it’s classified as an E-Rank mission, there have been complaints. It may not be E-Rank at all. There’s a high chance it’s actually a D-Rank... or worst case, a C-Rank mission."

Hearing this, Lana paused, hesitating for the first time. She wondered whether she should proceed.

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, the teacher-in-charge reminded her,

"You can always change your mind. You don’t have to complete the mission if its real rank is higher than it should be."

Lana tightened her grip on the mission slip, her hesitation lingering.

’Two verification complaints... and still marked as E-Rank? That definitely sounds suspicious.’

But then, the memory of the herb flashed in her mind.

’This is one of the crucial ingredients for becoming a real Yellow Ranker. If I miss this chance, who knows when the next one will appear?’

The teacher-in-charge raised a brow when he saw her still contemplating.

"You don’t have to force yourself," he reminded gently. "There will be other tasks."

Lana exhaled slowly. She lifted her chin.

"I’ll still try," she said finally. "If I find out it’s beyond what I can handle, I’ll withdraw."

The teacher studied her expression for several seconds before nodding.