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

"Whoosh!"

Almost simultaneously, everyone in Class 9 straightened their backs.

Yan Cong put away his carefree smile.

Han Li stared at the trajectory of the seat as it slid along, his eyes narrowing.

Zhuge Wangye's smile remained, but for the first time, the indifference in his eyes was gone.

The small flag in his hand paused for a moment, as if it were the result of some deduction, and was torn to shreds on the spot.

Standing in the middle of the crowd on the right, a handsome young man named Luo Feng's eyes lit up.

"A spiritualist!"

Xingyao, nestled in Su Huaying's arms, stared blankly at Ye Chuhao.

The panic in her eyes gradually subsided, and her eyes regained their light.

"Why did that chair suddenly stop?"

"I don't know."

"I didn't blink!"

On the high platform, Ye Long took a deep breath.

His attention, which had been focused on Ye Chen, completely shifted to Ye Chuhao.

next moment.

The light around Ye Chuhao flickered slightly.

Ye Chen reappeared.

He stood beside the chair, his chest heaving, and for the first time, his voice held a hint of barely suppressed shock.

"Are you a psychic?"

Ye Chuhao looked up at him, smiling innocently.

"A spiritualist?"

"I guess so."

"Since I can't practice martial arts, I have to find another way."

Ye Chen's eyelids twitched violently.

Is it level eight?

The students in Class 9 instinctively perked up their ears.

Level 8.

Spiritual meditator.

When these two words are combined, they really explode!

Ye Chuhao's lips curled up.

"uh-huh."

Ye Chen fell silent.

In the distance, Lu Changming gripped the ruler, tightening and loosening it repeatedly.

Finally, he let out a long sigh.

"No wonder."

"No wonder this guy has barely woken up in class since he enrolled."

He looked at Ye Chuhao and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of shame.

"So it wasn't because I was oversleeping."

"He is cultivating."

Spiritual practitioners follow a different path of cultivation.

Do not nourish your Qi and blood.

Do not practice meridian exercises.

What you cultivate is your will, your soul, and the mental power deep within your consciousness that can interfere with reality.

This path has extremely high barriers to entry.

The vast majority of people don't even qualify for awakening.

After looking at the sky, he dared not make a definitive statement about the exact number.

But Ye Chen knew this perfectly well!

The entire nation of China has over seven billion people.

There are only sixty-five registered spiritual masters.

Even including unregistered individuals, it would be difficult to break 100.

One in a billion.

Ye Chuhao, 18 years old, is at level 8.

In the martial arts system, this level of skill is almost on par with that of a terrestrial immortal.

Ye Chen stared at Ye Chuhao, and suddenly felt so sour that he almost ground his back teeth to powder.

If Ye Chuhao were truly at the level of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, he wouldn't be jealous.

The gap is too large.

So far away that I didn't even have the thought of chasing after them.

But things are different now.

We are all eighteen years old.

A safety committee member with a few hidden secrets, and a truly useless and incompetent class monitor.

We usually sit together in Class 9's classroom, slacking off and sleeping.

But then, this guy turned around and became an eighth-level mentalist.

It's like your deskmate, who's always pretending to be useless, suddenly pulls out a perfect score paper and casually tells you that he was just too lazy to write out the process.

To put it another way,

For example, your best friend who's always been poor with you, suddenly comes to pick you up one day in a Maybach.

As you get into the car, clinging to your last shred of hope, you ask him if he bought it with a loan.

He then pulled out the large green property certificate, which only requires no loan.

After this, who could possibly hold back?

Ye Chen was so angry he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

Zhuge Wang gently waved his small flag, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"A spiritualist..."

"It seems the class monitor is really good at hiding his true abilities."

He said that, but secretly he breathed a sigh of relief.

Martial artists and spiritual practitioners have always found it difficult to cultivate together.

Judging from the terrifying physical body of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor who could kill the Heavenly Demon with a flick of his finger in the Sky Curtain, the identity of an eighth-level spiritualist could actually remove Ye Chuhao from the suspicion of being the Desolate Heavenly Emperor.

Yan Cong clicked his tongue in admiration.

"It's like God closed a window for him, but he turned around and kicked the wall down."

"An eighth-level mentalist."

"Is the class monitor just turned eighteen?"

As he spoke, his eyes reddened.

"This talent is outrageous."

Ye Chuhao leaned back in his chair and glanced at him lazily.

"envious?"

Yan Cong immediately straightened his chest.

"joke!"

"I, Yan, roam the world, and I never envy others."

He had barely finished speaking when he added in a low voice.

"Unless you really can't help it."

Ye Chen couldn't stand the smugness on Ye Chuhao's face, so he spoke with a fake smile.

"Squad leader, I've brought the chair too."

"Shouldn't you personally clean up this mess?"

"uh-huh."

Ye Chuhao's smile gradually faded.

He leaned back and looked at Chen Ming.

In his eyes.

Chen Ming was covered in a thick layer of black mist.

The group of students behind him who had been shouting the loudest earlier did the same.

The black aura and the chain-like aura within Long Aotian, Ye Chen, and the others originated from the same source.

It's just shallower and more diffuse, like the traces left after some emotion has been quietly amplified.

Ye Chuhao narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You're already so impatient...?"

No one heard him clearly.

next interest.

His mental energy focused on the long spear on Chen Ming's shoulder.

"Click."

The tip of the gun was pushed in an inch.

"ah--"

Chen Ming screamed in agony, veins bulging on his forehead.

The blood gushed down his shoulder even faster.

But as he kept shouting, he suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Come on!

"Let the whole school see this!"

"Look at you, the class monitor of Class 9! How do you face the facts? How do you resort to vigilante justice!"

He gritted his teeth, an unnatural black light flashing in his eyes.

"Was I wrong to say that your homeroom teacher abused his power and broke the law?"

"He allowed his students to date early, openly violating school rules!"

"On the one hand, severely punish students who only made minor mistakes!"

"Am I wrong to act on behalf of all people?"

Answer me!

That shout...

The group of students who had been terrified just moments before suddenly felt a flicker of dark energy in their eyes.

They seemed to have been reignited.

"That's not fair!"

"Senior Chen is not wrong!"

"Lu the Tyrant should have been exposed long ago!"

Some people clenched their fists, their faces filled with indignation.

"We just cornered him in the toilet, we didn't actually do anything to him!"

"Lu Changming actually punished me with six months' worth of martial arts resources!"

"What is this if not an act of violence?"

Someone immediately took over.

"that is!"

"Isn't it just borrowing martial arts resources from a student in Class 9 for almost a month?"

"I already asked!"

"He didn't say anything, so he must have agreed!"

"But that tyrant Lu insisted I robbed him!"

"They fined me a year's worth of resources and made me train in the gravity chamber every day!"

Another student shouted, his eyes red.

"I'm even worse off!"

"That psychology representative from Class 9 is usually crazy; giving him beast meat would be a waste!"

"If I help him solve it, wouldn't that be a win-win situation?"

"After being discovered by the tyrant Lu, my eligibility to purchase demon general-level monster meat was immediately revoked!"

"This forces me to buy it off-campus for double the price!"

"What is this if not an act of violence?"