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

The faces of everyone outside the door turned ashen.

Who was it that just encouraged Long Aotian to uphold the Invincible Heart?

Who just said they have no backbone?

Who is kneeling on the ground and kowtowing now?

"Grass!"

"Yan Cong!"

"Could you be any more shameless?"

Boom boom boom!

The level nine soldiers blocking the door were knocked away one after another.

Longswords, warhammers, spirit swords, and array plates rushed into the living room. Even before the power of the weapons was unleashed, it was enough to make the entire dormitory building shake violently.

Ye Chuhao calmly put down his teacup.

The bottom of the cup made a very soft sound as it hit the table.

hum!

A golden ripple spread out from him.

The dozens of level-nine combat soldiers that were still tumbling in mid-air suddenly stopped.

The long sword was only half an inch away from the wall.

A warhammer hung above the back of Yan Cong's head.

Long Aotian's hand, which had reached into the room, remained in the position of grabbing Yan Cong's collar, unable to move forward even an inch.

Ye Chuhao raised his eyelids.

His eyes were indifferent, and his tone was lazy.

But the noise at the door disappeared instantly.

"What's wrong?"

"You're unhappy after finding out who I am, and you're planning to tear my house down first?"

No one dared to speak.

"Okay."

Ye Chuhao stretched and stood up from the sofa.

He gestured past Yan Cong, who was kneeling before him, and beckoned to the group of people outside the door.

"I'm giving you a chance."

"Go all of them."

"I'll practice with you guys."

As he spoke, he walked towards the balcony, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Knowing is one thing."

Whether you accept it or not is another matter entirely.

"I have always won people over with virtue."

Long Aotian's expression changed.

Luo Feng clenched his fists instinctively.

Crimson flames leaped up around Su Huaying.

Even Yan Cong, who was lying on the ground, quietly reached for his storage space.

The Desolate Heavenly Emperor personally fed him the skills.

They're definitely going to get beaten up.

But such an opportunity cannot be found twice in all the heavens.

Ye Chuhao was about to step one foot off the balcony.

"Class monitor..."

Xingyao's voice suddenly came from the direction of the master bedroom.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

The door was pushed open a crack.

Xingyao peeked half her face out from inside.

Her hair was still damp, with a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks.

Those eyes were bright and moist, and her gaze swept across the living room, fixed firmly on Ye Chuhao.

"Squad leader, I've recovered again."

"Let's keep having babies..."

Xingyao stopped speaking.

She finally saw the situation in the living room clearly.

Yan Cong knelt on the ground.

Long Aotian was behind Yan Cong.

Zhuge Wangye, Lin Fan, Luo Feng, and others blocked the entrance completely.

Dozens of eyes were now fixed on her.

Xingyao's hand, which was gripping the doorknob, froze.

next second.

boom!

The master bedroom door was slammed shut.

"Ahhhhh!"

Xingyao's angry and ashamed screams came from the room, followed by a muffled thud as her head buried itself in the blanket.

click!

Su Huaying clenched her fist, and a popping sound came from her knuckles.

The flames beside her suddenly shot up half a meter high.

She finally understood why Jiang Liyu's gaze had been so strange when she looked at her earlier.

Those strange pauses.

There was also that faint pity.

She was still thinking about how to get closer.

They've already started having babies!

The students from Class 9 exchanged glances.

No one spoke.

They simply took a step back in unison, clearing all the space around Su Huaying.

After a while.

The master bedroom door opened again.

Xingyao had changed into a light blue ancient-style long dress, holding her diary in her hands, and walked out of the room with her head down.

Her ears were still red.

As she passed by the crowd, she quickened her pace with each step, never daring to look up.

Once she was out of the crowd, she immediately released the diary from her arms and rushed to Ye Chuhao's side.

Xingyao grabbed his arm, slipped under his armpit, and hid herself completely in his arms.

"Class monitor."

Ye Chuhao's gaze softened, and his hand landed on her head.

"What's wrong?"

Xingyao held up her diary, her face still flushed with embarrassment, but her eyes held a hint of anxiety.

"Lu Ming sent me a message."

Ye Chuhao took the diary.

On the pristine white paper, lines of text are appearing on their own.

The demon race has a trap; they have joined forces with the other three races on the border to ambush us.

They wish to surrender to us, but the army is unwilling.

We have now managed to stabilize them for the time being.

[Lu has an idea: he wants the class monitor to personally go to the Demon Realm's Ruins, seal it off, and use it as a training ground for the human race.]

The text ends here.

Ye Chuhao raised an eyebrow slightly and chuckled softly.

"That kid Lu Ming is getting better and better at finding roundabout ways to ask for help."

He verbally asked him to seal off the Ruins of Return.

There is only one actual meaning.

The demon race, in alliance with three other races, set up an ambush. The Northern Border Guardian Army has already stabilized the enemy and is now waiting for Class Nine to come and finish them off.

Ye Chuhao returned the diary to Xingyao and took her hand in the process.

"Keep up."

"To the North."

"Didn't you want to practice earlier?"

"The venue will be set up in the Demon Clan's Ruins."

The words fell.

Ye Chuhao took a step forward.

He and Xingyao disappeared from the dormitory at the same time.

When they reappeared, the two were already standing above Jinling Martial Arts Center.

The wind swept past their robes, but couldn't get even half a foot close to them.

Ye Chuhao raised his head and spoke to the empty sky.

"Luo Ji"

"Take them with you."

"Go to the Northern Border, where the demon race will be reduced to nothingness."

After saying that, he took Xingyao's hand and took another step forward.

The two figures disappeared into the horizon.

in the dormitory.

The students from Class 9 had already rushed to the balcony.

Before they could give chase, dense data ripples suddenly appeared in the previously empty sky.

The optical camouflage layer was quickly removed.

The colossal Ark of the End revealed itself above the clouds, its shadow covering the entire city of Jinling, its size still magnificent.

hum!

A blue-white beam of light descended from the bottom of the mothership and shone precisely on the center of the training ground.

The students in Class 9 looked at each other in bewilderment.

For a moment, no one made a move.

"Prime Minister..."

Lin Fan quietly approached Zhuge Wangye and asked in a low voice:

"What do you think we should do about this?"

Zhuge Wang also glanced down at it.

Lin Fan hid his right hand in his sleeve.

Dozens of silver needles were already held between his fingers, their tips gleaming with a dangerous cold light.

"Oh."

Zhuge Wang also chuckled.

He straightened his Taoist robe, stepped to the edge of the balcony, and solemnly bowed in the direction Ye Chuhao had left.

"The Heavenly Emperor has seen through all ages and embraces all the heavens."

"What you just said was clearly not to hold us accountable for our offense, but rather to use the Demon Clan's Return to the Ruins to hone our cultivation."

"You all only heard 'Go all out,' and yet you dare to challenge the Emperor's authority."

"That's really superficial."

"I am different from you all."

Zhuge Wang also straightened up, his expression calm.

"I have long understood the squad leader's profound meaning."

"This trip is not to be beaten."

"It is the supreme fortune bestowed upon us by our class monitor."

Lin Fan looked at his serious profile, then at the Qimen Dunjia array plate that he had quietly unfolded behind his back.

"If you really have such high awareness, why are your legs shaking?"

"The mountain wind is too strong."

"There's a formation here, where's the wind coming from?"

"Heavenly secrets must not be revealed."

Yan Cong dragged the sledgehammer out of the dormitory.

He looked up at the Ark of the End high in the sky, and his face fell.

"Damn it..."

"After licking for so long, you still end up getting beaten up."

"Feed it with grass."