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

Lu Changming's temple veins throbbed.

"Shut up, all of you!"

The classroom fell silent instantly.

Lu Changming picked up the chalk and wrote three large characters on the blackboard.

[The Path of a Grandmaster]

"I'll repeat it again: the three paths to becoming a Grandmaster."

"First, the water milling method."

"The slowest and most expensive way is to gradually build up your strength through time, resources, and techniques, but it's also the most stable."

"Many masters who were supported by aristocratic families followed this path."

He wrote the second line.

"Second: The method of killing, gaining new life from desperate situations!"

"This path is the most dangerous; it's only suitable for those with exceptional talent and profound knowledge!"

Lu Changming paused.

"For example, the Northern War God who suddenly disappeared a year ago."

"He is a typical example of someone who broke through barriers and entered the ranks of grandmasters through killing and warfare."

Next to the trash can.

The labor committee member lowered his head, his fingers silently clenching the tiger tally under the table.

The edge of the tiger tally dug into his palm, but he seemed not to feel it.

Lu Changming didn't notice his little trick and continued writing the third line.

"Third, the method to break through the mortal realm."

He turned to look at Long Aotian.

"That's the path this kid took."

"This path has the lowest barrier to entry; theoretically, anyone can take it."

"At the same time, the probability of a breakthrough is the lowest."

Yan Cong immediately raised his hand.

"teacher!"

Lu Changming glared at him.

"explain."

Yan Cong looked very serious.

"The second option sounds more dangerous. Why is the chance of breaking through to the next realm in the mortal world the lowest?"

Many students nodded in agreement.

"yes."

"Sealing one's cultivation to experience life sounds like a pretty good way to retire."

"I think so too, at least we don't have to go to the battlefield."

Lu Changming sneered.

"Because those who fail in the second step usually don't have the opportunity to register their failure."

Everyone was taken aback.

Lu Changming continued:

"How many negative reviews have you seen when you buy parachutes online?"

The whole class fell silent.

Yan Cong slowly raised his thumb.

"Teacher, that's a hellish joke."

Lu Changming ignored him.

"Although breaking through a desperate situation is dangerous, the constant threat of monsters on the border actually provides a stable environment for the army."

"Every year, martial artists break through to the Grandmaster level on the battlefield."

"Breaking through the mortal realm changes everything."

His voice turned somber.

"This path requires you to seal away your cultivation and return to being an ordinary person."

"Eating, sleeping, going to school, being scolded, being humiliated, being misunderstood."

"Refine your mind amidst the seven emotions and six desires, and one day you will have a great enlightenment, using the worldly energy to break through your limitations."

The classroom quieted down a bit.

Many people finally understood.

Long Aotian lowered his eyes.

He gently stroked the black ring with his fingers.

Three years.

Three whole years.

He truly lived like an ordinary person.

They feel even more frustrated than ordinary people.

Yan Cong raised his hand again.

"Teacher, this doesn't sound dangerous at all."

Lu Changming looked at him.

"Yan, pay attention to the important points."

"Self-sealing of cultivation."

"Completely return to being an ordinary person."

He said, word by word:

"Everyone who's reached this point has at least a few enemies."

"you guess?"

"What if our enemies discover us during the sealing period? What will happen then?"

Yan Cong's expression suddenly changed, and he stood up abruptly.

"Old Dragon!"

He turned to look at Long Aotian.

Do you have any enemies?

Long Aotian nodded.

Yan Cong's throat tightened.

"Is it a lot?"

Long Aotian thought for a moment.

"good."

Yan Cong pressed, "Isn't it awesome?"

Long Aotian was silent for a moment.

"Awesome."

Whoosh!

Yan Cong sat down.

He started packing his schoolbag, his movements so fast that he was a blur.

"head teacher!"

He was stuffing books into his hands while raising his hand.

"My mom just messaged me saying my sister is about to be lured away by that blond guy, and she wants me to hurry home and demonstrate the overwhelming power of the eldest son's bloodline!"

Listening to his nonsense, Lu Changming's ruler creaked as he gripped it tightly.

Yan Cong didn't care about any of that; he had already put on his backpack.

Before leaving, he turned back and gave Long Aotian a deep look.

That look in his eyes was very complicated.

There was parting.

There is reluctance.

There is also a profound sense of sorrow, like "Brother, I will always remember how you are today."

Old Dragon.

Sorry.

The other side is coming to catch you.

Brother, go and try your luck with the cashback first.

Once I've fully developed, I'll come back and avenge you!

Yan Cong turned away in grief.

Just took a step.

A figure had already rushed to the door faster than him.

Yan Cong's eyes widened.

"Holy crap! Han Li!"

"Are you running so fast, you bastard, in such a hurry to be reborn?!"

"Wait for me!"

Han Li carried an incredibly heavy schoolbag, his shoes almost skimming the ground.

He said without turning his head.

"Let me scout the way for you first!"

Yan Cong cursed loudly.

"Scouting the way, my foot!!"

"That's called running away!!"

Lu Changming watched the farce unfold, but did not stop it immediately.

Because he knew it.

The sky curtain has already revealed Long Aotian's location.

Dragon King's Palace.

North Africa.

A young master.

Once this information falls into the eyes of those who are interested, Jinling Wuzhong will soon become the center of a storm.

These students in Class 9 are all quite troublesome.

But the heavens five thousand years later have proven that each of them could be a legend in the future.

Letting them leave might be the safer option.

Lu Changming took a deep breath.

"You should leave too."

The whole class was stunned.

Lu Changming said in a deep voice:

"I'll grant you half a day off."

"The school may not be safe now."

"As for Long Aotian..."

He took out his phone.

"I'm contacting the principal now and asking him to report this to the national leadership."

Lu Changming looked at Long Aotian with an unprecedentedly serious tone.

"Please trust the country."

"We will never allow any of our citizens to be harmed."

beep.

beep.

The phone call didn't go through, but the doorbell rang...

Ring ring—

Yan Cong's foot, which had just stepped out, froze in mid-air.

Han Li also stopped.

A cane tapped on the ground.

boom.

boom.

boom.

An elderly man with gray hair stood at the door.

His old-fashioned Zhongshan suit was faded from washing, but his back was very straight.

When those eyes swept across the classroom, Yan Cong unconsciously pulled his feet back.

Lu Changming was taken aback.

"headmaster."

Gu Shanhe tapped his cane.

"No need to notify them."

"I'm here."

Yan Cong swallowed.

"Principal Gu, the situation is urgent, let's evacuate first."

Gu Shanhe looked at him.

"Everyone in Class 9."

"Go back to your seat."

Yan Cong was getting anxious.

"Principal, Old Dragon's enemies are coming soon!"

"He has no cultivation level now!"

"Should we stay here and wait for them to make dumplings?"

Gu Shanhe reiterated his previous statement.

"Go back to your seat."

Yan Cong turned his head.

"Han Li, say something!"

"This old rascal... cough, the principal probably doesn't realize how dangerous it is!"

He was speaking when he realized there was no one beside him.

Yan Cong suddenly turned his head.

Han Li had already sat back in the back seat.

His schoolbag was placed on his lap, his hands were upright, and his back was ramrod straight.

"What danger?"

Han Li blinked.

"Isn't it safe now?"

Yan Cong's teeth were practically grinding to powder.

"You bastard, you betrayed your teammates, didn't you!"

Gu Shanhe walked into the classroom and patted Yan Cong on the shoulder.

"rest assured."

"You stay here, I guarantee no one can hurt you."

Yan Cong's lips twitched.

"Principal, you're all alone."

"Even if you're a half-step Grandmaster, so what..."

Rumbling--

Suddenly, a dense sound of propellers came from overhead, and the windows of the entire teaching building vibrated slightly.

"What the hell is that?"

Yan Cong was taken aback and turned to look.

"Holy shit!"

The next second, he rushed to the window, his eyes wide open.

The sky in the distance.

One armed helicopter after another broke through the clouds and flew towards Jinling Wuzhong.

On the ground roads.

Military trucks drove into the perimeter of the campus one after another.

Fully armed soldiers quickly disembarked, sealed off the school gate, and established a defensive line.

The black and gold dragon flag unfurled in the wind, its fluttering in the breeze.

that moment.

The entire Jinling Martial Arts School seemed to be protected in the palm of a giant steel hand.

Yan Cong's Adam's apple bobbed.

"That is..."

His voice has changed.

"The First Division, the Guardian of the Nation?"

Gu Shanhe stood by the window, leaning on his cane.

"Yes."

Yan Cong remained silent for two seconds.

"Awesome."

He turned around and went back to Long Aotian's side.

He put his arm around Long Aotian's shoulder.

"Old Dragon!"

"Today, brother, I'll live and die with you!"

Long Aotian glanced at him sideways.

"It seems you ran away just now."

Severe dry cough.

"That's called a strategic retreat."

Long Aotian: "Oh."

Yan Cong patted his chest.

"Of course!"

"I, Yan Cong, have always been known for my unwavering loyalty and righteousness!"

Long Aotian glanced at it. "Isn't it because the First Division of the Nation has arrived?"

"Cough cough..."

Yan Cong coughed lightly, "Same! All the same!"

Ye Chuhao didn't pay much attention to the backstabbing plot between the two good brothers.

He propped his head up with his hand, looked out the window, and finally a hint of interest appeared in his eyes.

Oh~

"A few people with the strength of infants have arrived."

next moment,

"Swish swish..."

Several loud bangs echoed through the air, and several figures suddenly appeared in mid-air outside the school—