The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"Han Li?!"

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong School, exclamations rose one after another.

Everyone stared at the unremarkable face on the broadcast screen, their expressions gradually turning strange.

"I remember he got on the helicopter?"

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Why is he back at school again?"

After a brief commotion, one of the students suddenly spoke up.

Is there any possibility...?

"Was it that scarecrow who boarded the helicopter the whole time?"

The surroundings became quiet.

Everyone looked at Han Li in the picture, and then at the dark starry sky.

After a long while, a single word drifted out from the crowd.

"6..."

A single number encapsulates all their shock and speechlessness at that moment.

In the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room, the viewers' mouths twitched as well.

"This child is far too cautious."

"What's wrong with being cautious?"

"Even if you are invincible, it is not as good as living a long life."

"rational!"

After witnessing Li Shuiwang's incident, viewers no longer dare to casually judge the Class 9 members based on a few clips.

That's just how it is by nature; at most, it'll just invite a few jokes.

If he has experienced something unimaginable...

What if future generations unearth a tragic past?

When that time comes, they'll probably wake up in the middle of the night and slap themselves twice.

Let's give a shout-out to what we've done today.

"I deserve to die!"

The number of comments gradually decreased.

Just as the atmosphere in the live stream was gradually settling down, a new voice suddenly came through.

"Chirp chirp—"

The delicate chirping of insects reached the ears of the audience.

Moonlight bathed the hillside.

The edges of the grass blades shimmered with a pale white light, and a few fireflies flickered among the bushes.

The evening breeze rustled through the treetops.

The camera follows a fallen leaf as it rolls over a mountain pass and slowly drifts towards the distant hilltop.

"what……"

"Is this what summer tastes like?"

"I think I can smell it!"

"Waaaaah, this looks like the hills behind my hometown..."

"I've been working hard for two or three years now, always stuck at my desk. I don't know how long it's been since I've seen such a refreshing scene!"

"Brother, if you're tired, go home and visit your family!"

"Sigh, I'm broke..."

"Tsk, why aren't they here yet!"

Just as the audience was starting to relax, an impatient voice came from the hillside.

The camera pans past the treetops.

Ye Chen was squatting on the hillside, with an empty sack on his shoulder, a blade of grass in his mouth, staring intently at the dark air-raid shelter below.

The cave entrance is hidden among the rocks and vines.

There were no lights inside, only a damp, cold wind blowing out intermittently.

Ye Chen pressed down on his tactical headset and glanced again at the flames rising one after another in the distance.

The battle was raging there.

Explosions continued to erupt from other battlefields.

With each ring, the envy in his eyes deepened.

But not a single demon hair appeared in the air-raid shelter he was guarding.

"Hello!"

"Little Nose, are you sure those great demon kings are coming this way?"

"Little Leaf!"

Xiao Ai's exasperated voice immediately came through the earpiece.

"When we're on a mission, please call me Master Ai!"

"I'm younger than you"

Automatic muting during broadcasts.

Ye Chen ripped the grass stem out of his mouth, his face growing increasingly dark.

"You've been in charge for a little while, and you've already forgotten your own name, haven't you?"

"Believe it or not, I'll tear you apart later!"

A small window pops up in the upper right corner of the live stream.

High above Nanjing, Xiao Ai stood atop Bumblebee's head, stomping her feet in anger.

"You! You! How dare you! Drag him out..."

"Um?"

Ye Chen's icy voice came from the bumblebee's antennae.

Xiao Ai's body stiffened.

The little fist that was just waving deflated instantly.

"Ahem, well, it'll be done soon!"

"I also called Luo Feng to come and help you. Can you wait two more minutes?"

Ye Chen closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Two minutes!"

"You said just two minutes!"

"If those beasts don't come soon, I'm leaving!"

He looked up at the sea of ​​fire on the outskirts of the city.

A major battle has just ended there.

"I heard that idiot Li Shuiwang ate all my monster materials, didn't he?!"

"Is he eating a demonic beast?"

Ye Chen felt more and more distressed as he spoke.

"That food was all paid for with my money!!!"

The live stream was quiet for a moment.

"..."

Several seconds passed before someone finally uttered a quiet sentence.

"This child... why does he seem so poor?"

Jinling Wuzhong.

On the high platform, Ye Long narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on Ye Chen's face.

That face was completely different from the one he remembered.

The sound also changed subtly.

But the more he looked at certain unconscious little movements, the more familiar they became to him.

Especially that look on his face, as if he wanted to rush into a fire to grab materials whenever money was mentioned.

It was just like back in the days at the source of the Ruins, when I was still fighting against monsters.

That brat dared to rush into the battlefield and steal limbs and torsos from monsters!

Ye Long's fingers slowly tightened.

Then, he took out his phone and turned on the screen.

The message that Wang Quan Shouzhuo sent not long ago is still displayed in the chat box.

The immortal king:

"What? The remnant soul of a demon saint? Should you make a move?"

"Oh, Old Ye, I forgot to tell you,"

"My precious grandson casually mastered the King's Sword Intent and accidentally awakened the Pure Yang Flame."

"Well, there's nothing to brag about."

"But I think my great-grandson, who happens to have combined these two top-tier martial arts talents, is the greatest martial artist in history."

"Dealing with a remnant soul of a demon saint is a piece of cake."

"You're an old man; if you get into trouble with this or that and hurt your health, it would be such a bad influence if word got out!"

His reply at the time consisted of only one word.

"……roll."

Looking at the information above, Ye Long's doubts grew heavier and heavier.

The royal family has guarded the four borders for generations.

The current patriarch, Wang Quanbaye, is still waging war at the source of Guixu.

Wang Quanyuechu is hailed as the strongest soldier in the Taoist sect and the most talented descendant of the Wang Quan family in a thousand years.

Why would such an heir appear so quietly in this remote corner of Jinling?

Ye Long turned around.

"Master Lu".

Lu Changming quickly waved his hand.

"Commander Ye, please don't call me that. Just call me Lao Lu."

"Please feel free to ask me anything."

"Alright, Brother Lu."

Ye Long put away his phone, his gaze darkening slightly.

"When did Ye Chen in your class enroll?"

"And Wang Quan Yuechu, when did he arrive?"

"Ye Chen..."

Lu Changming frowned as he recalled.

"It seems like they transferred here in the second semester of their junior year."

"The information says he had been living abroad before, but I don't know the specifics."

"Wang Quan's start of the month is two days later than his."

"One after the other?"

Ye Long's gaze immediately darkened.

"Have they ever shown any unusual behavior?"

"abnormal……"

Lu Changming stroked his chin.

He didn't notice Ye Long's increasingly cold expression, and actually remembered something.

"If I had to pinpoint a specific issue, there is indeed one!"

"What is it?"