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

Jiang Mingzi pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"I don't know."

"Ancient books only record that refining one's Qi into spirit allows the primordial spirit to leave the body, the divine consciousness to form a domain, and the ability to move mountains and fill seas."

"After refining the spirit and returning to emptiness, the real and the illusory can transform into each other, and the cultivator can also make preliminary interference with space."

He recalled Ye Chuhao's sword strike just now.

"Judging solely from his performance, the squad leader has at least reached the level of returning to emptiness."

"That sword strike wasn't just a matter of mental energy."

"There is a clear spatial division within it."

"And that subsequent pressure did indeed seem to be the work of mental power, but what kind of cultivation level would be needed to target such a massive object..."

"I don't know the details."

At this point, Jiang Mingzi turned to look at Long Aotian.

"Vice Squad Leader".

"If you want to reach the point where you can transform into a dragon in the sky and suppress 20% of the monsters, how many more steps do you need to complete?"

All eyes turned to that direction.

Upon hearing this, Long Aotian immediately perked up.

He crossed his arms, regaining some of his former dragon king aura.

"The dragon transformation has nine phases."

"To temporarily reach the level within the celestial canopy, at least the sixth transformation is required."

"Once I break through the second transformation, I can step into the realm of a terrestrial immortal."

Long Aotian raised his chin.

"Ye Chuhao only destroyed two fields just now."

"If I complete the third transformation, it will be the same."

Jiang Mingzi nodded.

"Then it matches."

"The class monitor must have used the Daoist energy to infuse his body and directly entered the stage of Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness."

"That sword strike just now was precisely the interference of the Void Returning level on space."

"What are you all talking about in your gibberish?"

Yan Cong only then recovered from the aftereffects of the bright light.

He rubbed his still red eyes and squeezed into the crowd.

"Is the focus on the class monitor?"

"The focus is clearly on Xingyao!"

Yan Cong pointed in the direction of the dormitory.

"Didn't you see?"

"She wrote a sentence that made the class monitor stronger, and the monitor instantly jumped to a whole new level!"

"What does this mean?"

"A single sentence can propel someone to instant success!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke.

"And why must the Desolate Heavenly Emperor be male?"

"For a big shot like that, changing his physique is a piece of cake, isn't it?"

"Xingyao has mastered the Book of the Great Dao and can make people stronger with just a few words."

"She might be the Desolate Heavenly Emperor!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed slightly.

Yan Cong slapped his thigh.

"If not now, when?"

"I'm going to find her right now!"

"Have her write a sentence—"

"The class monitor for student life gets stronger!"

After saying that, he picked up the hammer and headed towards the dormitory.

He has already made up his mind.

When you see Xingyao, just put the hammer on the ground.

Kneel down.

kowtow.

Shout it out.

"Mom! Please, please write something in my notebook too!"

The other students in Class 9 exchanged glances and began to move quietly.

A meteoric rise.

Who wouldn't want to give it a try?

Just then.

"Buzzing—"

The sound of helicopter rotors came from high above.

Yan Cong, who was just about to rush towards the dormitory, suddenly froze.

He sensed a familiar presence.

The next second, Yan Cong suddenly turned around.

He put the sledgehammer into his storage space.

His disheveled collar was quickly straightened, and the dust clinging to his hair was forcefully brushed off.

When the students in Class 9 saw his reaction, they all stopped in their tracks.

They looked up at the same time.

A helicopter bearing the logo of the Guangdong Provincial Police is slowly descending over the playground.

Behind the helicopter cabin door glass.

A familiar, petite figure was lying there, looking down.

That look in his eyes could be described as longing and yearning.

The playful nature of Class 9 instantly erupted.

Everyone turned to look at Yan Cong.

After Ye Chen sheathed his twin swords at his waist, he slowly walked to Yan Cong's side.

He looked up at Liang Rumeng as she descended, then looked down at Yan Cong's trembling knees.

The corners of his mouth began to turn up little by little.

"Old Yan."

Why are your legs shaking?

"shake?"

Yan Cong suddenly turned his head.

His voice rose eight octaves, and his neck stiffened as well.

"funny!"

"My legs just went numb from fighting those monsters!"

"oh--"

Ye Chen watched his trembling legs and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"So even those in the Celestial Realm can experience leg numbness?"

The students in Class 9 also took out sunflower seeds and started snacking while watching the show.

Yan Cong tried his best to straighten his back.

But the more he tried to control it, the more his legs shook.

"That's right!"

"I can't reason with a bunch of people who haven't even broken through to the Celestial Realm!"

"Buzzing—"

The sound of propellers grew closer and closer over the playground.

The helicopter bearing the insignia of the Guangdong Police Force had begun its descent towards the open space not far away.

The strong wind whipped up gravel and grass clippings.

Yan Cong's hair was blown wildly.

But he absolutely refused to look in that direction.

Ye Chen glanced at the helicopter, then at Yan Cong's tense profile, and leaned closer to whisper:

"Old Yan."

"Your first love is coming soon."

"What should we do?"

These words were spoken.

Yan Cong's composure shattered on the spot.

He leaped behind Ye Chen, pressed his hands to his chest, and cold sweat poured from his forehead.

"yes!"

He gave a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Old Ye..."

"What should we do?!"

Ye Chen was stunned.

He just wanted to tease the guy.

Unexpectedly, Yan Cong was genuinely afraid.

Ye Chen frowned.

"No, you are the father of all races."

"In the future, you'll even sleep with non-human alien women without hesitation."

"You're this scared of running into your first love now?"

"You don't understand..."

Yan Cong lowered his head, his fists clenched tightly.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his throat felt choked up.

"I am……"

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know how to face her."

Long Aotian walked over and patted Yan Cong on the shoulder.

His expression was heavy, carrying a hint of the vicissitudes of someone who has been through it all.

"Brother, I understand you."

Ye Chen watched this scene unfold.

That expression was similar to when Yan Cong heard that Long Aotian had become a live-in son-in-law in the Leng family for a bowl of porridge.

distortion.

Puzzled.

uncomfortable.

It's also a little disgusting.

"No... it's you..."

Ye Chen was about to start complaining.

A quick glance.

He suddenly noticed a petite figure not far away.

Liang Rumeng has arrived.

Liu Ruyan put one hand on Liang Rumeng's shoulder and the other hand to her lips, smiling like a fox who had successfully stolen a chicken.

Liang Rumeng held a talisman given to her by Han Li in her hand.

The edges of the talisman glowed with a faint blue light.

She was enveloped in a faint aura, which Yan Cong was completely unaware of.

Ye Chen's eyelids twitched.

Look to the side.

Zhuge Wang and Jiang Mingzi were pretending to chat.

However, the array patterns beneath their feet were quietly spreading out towards Liang Rumeng.

Su Huaying, Lu Ming, Wang Quanyuechu and the others stood apart, their breaths mingling, making Yan Cong's perception a jumbled mess.

Even Long Aotian, who had just run over pretending to empathize, was secretly winking at Ye Chen.

The meaning is obvious.

Don't do anything wrong.

no……?