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

hum-

The transparent dagger instantly pierced Lu Ming's brow.

Lu Ming's pupils contracted slightly.

A cool sensation spread through the depths of his consciousness.

It was as if someone had gently covered his soul with an invisible layer of armor.

Yan Cong's eyes lit up immediately.

"Holy shit!"

"The life-protecting mark of an eighth-level mentalist?!"

"Squad leader, can you give me one?"

He was really craving it.

This is no ordinary amulet.

A Spiritual Master can only condense one after each level breakthrough.

Moreover, each one given away will affect one's own spiritual essence.

The recipient can briefly borrow the power of an eighth-level mentalist at crucial moments.

A Level 8 Spiritual Master!

That's a world-class powerhouse comparable to a terrestrial immortal!

If you actually get your hands on this, it's like having another chance to forcefully break out of a dead end.

"Rarely found in the world" is not enough to describe it.

Ye Chuhao turned to look at him.

"for you?"

Yan Cong nodded frantically.

Ye Chuhao said slowly, "How about you trade me those three top-tier level-nine battle weapons from your spatial magic treasure?"

Holy crap!

Yan Cong jumped up and grabbed the bracelet on his right hand.

"You've been spying on my spatial artifact?!"

"Fine, if you don't want to, then forget it."

Ye Chuhao withdrew his gaze with little interest.

"I, the class monitor, don't force anyone to buy or sell."

After saying that, he looked down at Xingyao in his arms.

"Little stutterer, let's go."

"Oh, class monitor, wait for me."

Xingyao seemed to suddenly remember something.

She hurriedly tore a page from her notebook.

Then she jogged over to Lu Ming and stuffed the paper into his palms with both hands.

"Lu, Lu Ming."

"You, you keep it safe."

"If there is danger and you can't make a phone call, just write it down here."

She pursed her lips, trying to finish her sentence.

"You...you wrote it up there, I...I can see it!"

Done.

As if she had accomplished something great, she quickly jogged back to Ye Chuhao's side.

She tilted her little face up, her eyes bright.

"Okay, okay, class monitor, let's go!"

Ye Chuhao chuckled softly and put his arm around her waist.

"Whoosh—"

The flying sword pierced through the air.

The two stepped onto their flying swords, and with a flash of light, they flew towards the night sky above the dormitory building.

Lu Ming looked down at the piece of paper in his palm.

The paper is very light.

But when held in the palm of your hand, it feels heavier than a level nine weapon.

"promise."

Ye Chen tossed it casually.

A demon core with a cat-like shadow streaked through the air and landed in Lu Ming's arms.

Eight-tailed civet demon pill.

God knows how much he paid to get that thing back from Old Deng.

Lu Ming was stunned.

He certainly knew the value of this thing.

"Ye Chen, this..."

"Take it."

Ye Chen put his hands in his pockets, turned around and left.

His posture was elegant, and his voice was elegant too.

"That demon core is yours."

"If you don't break through to the Celestial Realm, I'll give you a good kick in the butt next time we meet!"

He had just turned his face away.

The students in Class 9 saw his face contorted with pain.

It's like being swindled out of billions.

Everyone's lips twitched simultaneously.

If you're so heartbroken, then don't send it!

Your farewell ceremony is so extravagant, what are the people who come after you supposed to do?

"well……"

Lin Fan sighed helplessly.

He took out two jade bottles from his spatial ring.

His hands were shaking.

A god-tier wound medicine.

Ye Chuhao just took three bottles from him.

Now that the last two bottles have come out, his chest feels like it's being stabbed with needles.

In the end, however, he gritted his teeth and tossed it to Lu Ming.

"Take it."

"A god-tier wound medicine."

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he immediately turned around.

His face was also adorned with a mask of pain.

Yan Cong remained silent for two seconds.

Finally, as if he had made a tremendous decision, he pulled out a set of black armor from his spatial magic treasure.

The moment the armor appeared, the light in the entire corridor dimmed for a moment.

"Level 9 armor".

"There are many monsters in the North, don't die."

He turned his head immediately after he finished speaking.

I'm afraid that if I'm too slow, the mask of pain on my face won't be able to hide it anymore.

Yan Cong caught up with Ye Chen and Lin Fan in a few steps.

The three walked forward side by side.

After taking a few steps, they looked at each other again.

next second.

They put their arms around each other's shoulders, their smiles more like cries.

Yan Cong had his back to everyone, and his voice was weak.

"That damn class monitor..."

"Waaaaah!"

"Hahaha!"

"We're fine, we're just a little reluctant to leave the labor committee."

The students of Class 9: "..."

Understand.

The main reason is that I can't bear to part with my precious child.

It's all the class monitor's fault for setting such a high bar for the farewell ceremony! Damn it!

You can criticize as you please.

When it came to themselves, they all obediently took out their things.

Han Li emerged from the shadows.

He handed over a storage bag.

"Ten thousand level-seven talismans of various kinds."

"This is already most of my current inventory."

After he finished speaking, he added another sentence.

"When faced with a desperate situation, don't use all of them at once. Use them in combination according to the circumstances. I have marked the effect of each one."

Lu Ming: "..."

Zhuge Wang closed his folding fan and walked over with a smile.

"I don't have much to give."

"I'll change your luck."

He raised his hand and touched Lu Ming's forehead.

A wisp of pure energy enters the body.

Lu Ming's murderous aura had subtly softened, revealing a newfound sense of tact.

Jiang Mingzi also came over.

"There's not much to give away on the side."

He took out a black bell.

Within the bell, a stiff figure could be vaguely seen kneeling.

"I'll lend you this flying zombie that's half-step into the Celestial Realm for protection."

"There are three restrictions inside. You can issue the order three times. Remember to return it to me after you're done."

When it comes to the last sentence.

Jiang Mingzi's voice clearly showed a hint of heartache.

Then came Li Juefeng, Tong Jingcheng, Liu Ruyan, Luo Feng, Luo Ji...

Elixir.

Spiritual materials.

A protective jade pendant.

Disposable prohibited items.

Someone even gave him a sealed-away demon king-level pet egg.

Deliver it to the very end.

The corridor was empty.

Lu Ming was surrounded by people.

Everything that would make even the gods envious in the outside world is casually placed in the corridor here.

Simply because he couldn't hold it all in his arms.

So everyone just casually placed it at his feet.

Lin Jiuye was one of the last two people.

He paused for a moment, then plucked a hair from his head and handed it to Lu Ming.

"A life-saving hair."

"To protect you."

"treasure."

The moment that strand of hair left his hand, it transformed into a golden light and disappeared into Lu Ming's hair.

A strand of black hair on Lu Ming's forehead swayed gently.

Su Huaying stood behind.

When she heard the words "lifesaving hair", she narrowed her eyes slightly.

His gaze lingered on Lin Jiuye for a moment.

But she didn't ask anything.

After confirming that Ye Chuhao had left, Su Huaying tied the towel wrapped around the blue dragon tattoo on her left arm back around her head.

She reverted to her bossy, domineering self.

She stepped forward and patted Lu Ming on the shoulder.

"Xiao Lu, here you are."

"This is a simplified version of my sister's most treasured technique."

She flipped her hand over.

A jade slip appeared.

Several words were clearly written on the jade slip.

The Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques

A few small, crooked words were added next to it.

Simplified version of the 108th generation.

Lu Ming: "..."

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The revised chapter has been approved, so I dare not make any more changes for fear of getting it rejected during the review process.

So I put it here.

At this moment, all I want to do is sing a song!

Hahaha! I've succeeded, Daoist Master! Hahaha!

I've finally finished writing this section. Tomorrow I can finally move on to the next chapter!

The babies must be tired too!

Hard work!

New excitement is coming soon!

Last but not least!

My mouth dropped open... (smiles)

That's a plea for food!

[Hehe, knife] You little brat! Do you think I'm some innocent, clueless girl?! A bit slow, but I figured it out eventually!

Thank you anyway, Baozi, for the gift.

(Ignoring these author claims, I'll still offer 8,000 words.)