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

He had barely finished speaking.

"Buzz—"

The smoke and dust inside the ruins were shaken away by a force.

A ragged figure darted out from inside.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Chen landed in front of everyone.

His clothes were torn, his hair was covered in dust, blood was still hanging from the corner of his mouth, and there was a dent in his chest.

But there was not a trace of anger on that face.

I was filled with excitement.

Like a beggar with a mental problem, he pounced on the figure and grabbed the person's leg.

"Master!"

"I never expected it to really be you!"

I miss you so much!

Jiang Liyu looked down at Ye Chen, who was hanging on her lap.

His eyes turned cold, and the hand wrapped in the ice-blue ribbon clenched tightly.

"boom--"

A blue aura burst forth from his body.

Ye Chen was sent flying backward again, his blood splattering all over the ground.

"Bang!"

He crashed into the library ruins and was buried under a pile of rubble.

Before anyone could react...

The pile of rubble suddenly exploded.

Ye Chen charged out again.

His eyes were even brighter than before.

"Just right! Just right! This intensity! This feeling!"

"That's my master!"

He laughed and pounced on it again.

Jiang Liyu flicked her sleeves.

"Snapped!"

A blast of air hit Ye Chen's face, pulling him back the way he came.

Get up again and rinse again.

Then swat it away.

Get up again.

After several attempts, Ye Chen could only crawl forward while spitting out blood, still shouting.

"Master..."

"Your disciple really misses you..."

The students of Class 9 followed the trajectory of his flight, turning their heads again and again.

No one dared to go up and stop them.

Yan Cong glanced at Ye Chen, who was crawling on the ground, then at Jiang Liyu, and his lips twitched.

He nudged Zhuge Wangye.

"Prime Minister."

"Does Old Ye have a bit of a masochistic streak?"

"besides."

He then looked at that imposing figure.

"Who exactly is this woman?"

"Ye Chen's master? How come he looks so amazing and is so powerful?"

"Where is Jiang Liyu?"

Zhuge Wang did not answer immediately.

He held up the compass, his fingers moving rapidly.

The compass needle spun a few times before finally pointing steadily at the woman with ice-blue hair under the sycamore tree.

Zhuge Wang also looked at the divination chart, and after a long while, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"From the perspective of destiny and physiognomy."

"The person in front of me is Jiang Liyu."

"What?"

Yan Cong's eyes widened.

"What the heck?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"This humble Taoist priest does not speak falsehoods."

"..."

"Didn't that say something the bald monk said?"

"Same."

the other side.

Ye Chen climbed halfway up the mountain, but then completely ran out of strength.

He lay on the ground, blood trails stretching from the ruins all the way to the sycamore tree.

Jiang Liyu looked at him lying on the ground and raised her hand to rub her temples.

Then, she put two fingers together and gently hooked them.

The azure aura surrounding her instantly condensed into a long sword.

With a flick of the sword, Ye Chen was lifted up from his waistband.

"Whoosh—"

Ye Chen was pulled in front of him, feeling weak all over, but he still grinned.

"Master."

"So you've always been by my side."

"They lied to me when they said they'd expel me from the sect, didn't they?"

Jiang Liyu flicked her finger, and a pill flew into Ye Chen's mouth. She then put him down.

The elixir melts instantly upon entering the mouth.

The six divine runes flashed across Ye Chen's body, the depression in his chest quickly healed, and the broken bones made a series of soft cracking sounds.

Jiang Liyu looked at him calmly and said coldly.

"Shut your mouth."

Ye Chen, ever the rebel, immediately opened his mouth.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound.

Helpless, he could only sit cross-legged and obediently refine the medicinal power.

Ye Chen finally quieted down.

The students from Class 9 surrounded them.

Su Huaying rested her chin on her hand and circled around Jiang Liyu twice.

"that……"

"Are you really a little fish?"

Jiang Liyu nodded.

"it's me."

"Oh My God."

Su Huaying stared at her for a few seconds, then raised her hand and slapped her on the butt.

"DuangDuang~"

Jiang Liyu's lips twitched slightly.

She ultimately didn't include Su Huaying in the library photo.

Su Huaying withdrew her hand and clenched her fist.

"It's not a vape."

"There's no trace of transformation magic left either."

Her gaze gradually turned strange, even showing a hint of envy.

"so……"

"Is this what you really look like?"

"Um."

Jiang Liyu did not deny it.

"For some reason, I changed my body shape and appearance."

"I apologize for deceiving everyone before."

"Hey, it's nothing!"

Su Huaying naturally put her arm around her shoulder.

"You're still the one who matters."

Jiang Liyu stiffened slightly, but did not push her away.

Behind the crowd.

Yan Cong secretly slipped over to Lin Fan's side again.

"Old Lin."

"Did you see clearly the pill that the Youth League secretary gave Ye Chen just now?"

Lin Fan's expression was serious.

"A divine-grade elixir."

"And it has six divine runes."

Yan Cong's smile vanished.

Elixirs, weapons, and talismans are usually classified into nine levels.

Once you cross the ninth level and reach the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation stage, you will be given the title of "God-level".

One to three divine runes indicate a lower-grade divine level.

Four to six divine runes indicate a mid-grade divine level.

Six to nine divine runes indicate a high-grade divine level.

The pill that Jiang Liyu casually tossed out just now had exactly six patterns.

Top quality among mid-grade divine-level items.

Lin Fan had only seen related records in ancient books.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Yan Cong crossed his arms and looked at Jiang Liyu again.

"Before the Sky Curtain appeared, I always thought I was the chosen one of the mainstream sadists."

"It seems that destiny is something that's wholesale in Class 9."

"You can grab a handful right away."

He gestured with his chin toward Jiang Liyu.

"Our Youth League branch secretary is clearly a character who has already reached the later stages of development."

What do you think?

Lin Fan shook his head.

"I'm not good at this."

"Ask Jiang Mingzi."

That makes sense.

Yan Cong nodded and was about to go find Jiang Mingzi.

He had just taken a step when he suddenly stopped.

The sky brightened.

The enormous sky that had been extinguished began to glow white again.

"Um?"

Yan Cong raised his head.

"Why so fast this time?"

The students in Class 9 stopped fooling around and looked up.

Large ripples of light spread across the surface of the canopy.

The logo for global live streaming has reappeared.

The group simply sat down around the sycamore tree.

Su Huaying took out snacks, drinks, and several picnic mats from her storage space and laid them out next to the ruins.

"Come on, come on!"

"Don't be shy."

"Eat while watching!"

Yan Cong, holding half a watermelon, found a relatively flat rock and sat down.

Long Aotian reached out and took a bottle of beverage.

Zhuge Wang and Jiang Mingzi sat at the front, with compasses and talismans scattered all over the ground.

Jiang Liyu did not leave.

She stood under the sycamore tree, looking up at the sky, her icy blue eyes devoid of emotion.

Ye Chen sat cross-legged at her feet.

His mouth was still sealed shut.

That well-behaved demeanor was completely different from his usual self.

"Gentlemen."

Lu Ming did not sit down.

He bowed to the students of Class 9.

"Since there's nothing else here, I'll take my leave."

Yan Cong looked up while holding the watermelon.

"Labour Committee, aren't you going to stay until the end of the show?"

"No."

"There's still something going on in the North."

The members of Class 9 remembered that Lu Ming was already preparing to mobilize a million Northern Border troops to launch a proactive attack on the Demon Clan's Ruins, so they did not try to stop him any longer.

Yan Cong waved the spoon at him.

"Labor Committee member, please take care of your own safety. If you can't win, remember to call for backup."

Lu Ming nodded.

"it is good."

He took out his phone and sent a message to Luo Ji.

A few seconds later.

The Ark of the End cast a guiding beam, enveloping Lu Ming.

His body quickly rose into the air and disappeared above the clouds.

The students of Class 9 watched Lu Ming leave.

Then, everyone's gaze returned to the sky.

The screen lights up.

The familiar live stream appeared before a global audience.

Ai Kun sat behind the camera, opened his folding fan, and waved to the audience.

Hello!

"My darlings, congratulations on surviving another week!"

The screen was instantly filled with a dense barrage of comments.

[Winter Rain in the Ancient City]: "Stop talking nonsense."

"I barely survived those monsters just to see tonight's revelation!"

"Tell me quickly, who are we featuring this time?"

[Gu Wuchen]: "Meow, one of my legs has been eaten."

"Thank goodness I survived."

"Although cell technology can regenerate now, it really hurts to be bitten off alive!"

"Host, is that time-travel game you mentioned last time finished yet?"

"I don't want to experience being torn apart by monsters a second time!"

A drop of water in the Yangtze River: "Exactly!"

"Turn off the pain sensory system, let's use the players' bodies to travel back 5,000 years to help our ancestors!"

"Instant resurrection after death!"

"As long as the respawn point doesn't explode, I can hold out against the monsters until the end of the world!"

Aikun pressed his hands down.

"It can't be that fast!"

"To allow players from later generations to reliably travel back 5,000 years, we first need a location anchor point that can transcend time."

"But the problem is..."

Aikun glanced at the documents in his hand, his expression turning strange.

"At this point in time, the ancestor who serves as the anchor point may still be alive."

The comments section paused for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, question marks flooded the screen.

【Black Dragon Island's Flower-and-Scorpion Duo】: "No?"

"Host, what do you mean?"

"Does making a game have to wait until our ancestors die?"

"You guys aren't planning to turn our ancestors into resurrection points, are you?"

【Winter Rain in the Ancient City】: "Anchor, please explain yourself clearly!"

"Which ancestor?"

"Is it too late for us to go and protect it?"

Aikun rested his chin on his hand, organizing his thoughts for a long time.

"How do you explain this...?"

"Death is just one way to achieve anchoring."

"If she achieves the corresponding accomplishments ahead of time, she can also complete the time-based positioning."

"The specific principles involve the spacetime technology of the Great Dao, the coordinates of the Ancient Dragon Kingdom, and the player protocol."

"I don't fully understand it either."

The comments section immediately erupted with mockery.

[Gu Wuchen]: "You're the streamer, and you're telling me you don't understand?"

[A Drop of Water in the Yangtze River]: "I suggest making Ai Kun an NPC in the beginner village."

[Slacking off 666]: "He's suited to be a chicken coop manager."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Aikun closed his folding fan and quickly changed the subject.

"The technical principles are not the focus today."

"The two ancestors we're going to talk about today are the real focus."

Aikun raised his folding fan and pointed it at the screen.

"This issue's roundup—"

"The Last Emperor of the Ancient Dragon Kingdom".

"And his master."

"The first special being in all the heavens to complete the descent."

"[Player Zero]!"

Under the sycamore tree.

Ye Chen suddenly looked up.

Jiang Liyu, who was sitting next to him, also changed her expression for the first time.

Aikun's voice continued to come from the sky.

"Before we go on, let's watch a video of a conversation between the Great Dao and the Desolate Heaven Emperor."

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Waaaaah... I set a timer, but one of them missed. I was too fast and it ended up counting back to yesterday.

woo woo woo...

That means I have to write one more chapter today.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

By the way, guys, if there's an "Adaptation" button for manga/TV series, please click it!