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

boom!

Three auras simultaneously pressed down on Jinling Wuzhong.

Yan Cong, who had just been boasting by the window, froze on the spot.

"Holy crap, there's a big shot here!"

He stared out the window, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Coming from nowhere!"

"This is the Celestial Realm!"

"And three of them came at once?!"

Everyone in the classroom turned to look out the window.

Xingyao was writing notes with her head down when she heard Ye Chuhao's vague "milking baby," and her pen paused for a moment.

She followed Ye Chuhao's gaze.

midair.

boom!

The air outside the window felt like it had been stepped on by something.

In an instant, three figures appeared in everyone's sight.

On the far right is an elderly man dressed in a dark Tang suit.

His white hair was neatly combed, his hands were behind his back, and nine golden needles hung beside his palms, their tips emitting a faint, cold light.

On the far left is a thin, old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest held a whisk in his hand, his eyes half-closed as if he hadn't woken up yet, but the air beneath his feet rippled outwards in concentric circles.

Standing in the middle was a middle-aged man wearing a blood-red uniform.

He made no unnecessary movements.

Just by standing there, he seemed to lower the wind above the school.

The three of them exchanged glances.

next second.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The three streaks of light dispersed and disappeared.

An elderly man in a Tang suit descended towards the east building.

A gaunt old Taoist priest stood at the west gate.

The middle-aged man in the blood-stained clothes stepped into the center of the playground.

boom!

Three beams of light shot into the sky.

Pale blue runes rose from the campus boundary and spread rapidly along the walls, treetops, and teaching buildings.

In the blink of an eye.

A huge pale blue light shield directly covered the entire Jinling Martial Arts Center.

The classroom lights swayed gently.

The windowpane made a slight rattling sound.

Yan Cong leaned against the window, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Level 8 magic array!"

"At least level eight!"

He turned around abruptly, slapped Long Aotian on the shoulder, and visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old Long, this time it's safe!"

"The nation's top teacher, three celestial beings, and an eighth-level protective formation for the school."

"You'd be lucky to die today."

Long Aotian glanced at him sideways.

"You were just about to run away."

Yan Cong's expression turned serious.

"I already said that was a tactical retreat!"

Long Aotian: "..."

at the same time.

In the back row of the classroom, three people stopped moving almost simultaneously.

Health committee member Lin Fan was bending down to make a scarecrow.

The tiny figure in front of him, no bigger than the palm of his hand, already had more than a dozen silver needles stuck in it.

The moment the old man in the Tang suit appeared, the needle in his hand froze in mid-air.

"Old man?"

The spot against the wall.

The library committee member, Zhuge Wangye, was wearing a faded Taoist robe and was yawning while tossing copper coins.

As the coin fell back into his palm, his eyelids twitched suddenly.

"master?"

Safety committee member Ye Chen had a nonchalant smile on his face.

He had his hands behind his head, and the chair was rocking back and forth with only its two hind legs supporting him.

But the smile on his face froze the moment he saw the middle-aged man in the blood-red uniform.

"Dad?"

The three sentences were brief, but the students in the class barely heard them.

But who is Yan Cong?

Class 9's well-known gossip radar.

His ears twitched, and he looked at the three of them suspiciously.

"Um?"

"What were you shouting just now?"

Lin Fan remained expressionless, continuing to assemble the scarecrow with his head down.

"It's nothing."

Zhuge Wang also yawned and tossed the copper coin up again.

"I was just checking if the cafeteria had any chicken drumsticks today."

Ye Chen remained the most composed.

He leaned back again, and instead of answering, asked, "Did I shout?"

Yan Cong looked at the three of them with suspicion.

"Did I really hear wrong?"

"This shouldn't be happening. Something feels off."

back row.

Ye Chuhao rested his chin on his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

It's more than just something's not right.

Anyone from this class could be the subject of a biography in any small world.

But in this world, everyone is sixth in their own class!

interesting.

It was so interesting to watch them gradually have their underwear stripped off.

Xingyao silently lowered her head and quickly wrote on the notebook.

[Because his identity as the vice class monitor was exposed by the Heavenly Curtain, he entered the school, where three celestial beings appeared.]

The health committee, library committee, and safety committee members reacted abnormally.

[It is suspected that the three have a special relationship with the Celestial Realm expert.]

She paused for a moment as she wrote this.

He added another sentence.

The class monitor watched the whole thing unfold, his smile still as irritating as ever.

Ye Chen's composure lasted only three seconds.

He quietly moved his chair back half an inch and pulled a tattered cloth bag from the snakeskin bag at his feet.

Then he nudged his deskmate Han Li with his elbow.

"Hey, Old Devil Han."

Han Li didn't look up.

"what?"

"Let's make this clear first, I don't lend you any money."

Ye Chen's lips twitched.

"Who asked you to borrow money?"

He lowered his voice and pushed the tattered bundle over.

"A half-step Beast King's demon core in exchange for a talisman, would that work?"

Han Li's expression changed.

"What talisman?"

"Do you have any of those talismans that can conceal your aura and alter your appearance?"

Han Li squinted and gave him a deep look.

He didn't ask anything, he just nodded.

"Yes, but I need to inspect the goods first."

"OK."

Ye Chen removed his hand from the tattered bundle, indicating that he could do as he pleased.

Han Li did not accept it immediately. Instead, he took out a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing from his sleeve and picked up the tattered cloth bag through the paper.

turn on.

A dark red demon core was revealed.

The remnants of ferocious beasts could be vaguely seen moving inside.

Han Li glanced at it, then quickly wrapped it up again.

"Genuine product."

Ye Chen's eyes lit up.

"so?"

Han Li took out a bluish-gray talisman from his pocket.

He wrapped the talisman in three layers of waterproof bags, and also attached small labels to the outside.

[Seventh-Order Concealment Talisman, Inventory: 99]

Ye Chen: "..."

How much inventory do you have in stock?

Why bother with categorization management here?

Han Li handed over the talisman, his words concise and to the point.

"Seventh-order Concealing Breath Talisman, usable thirty times."

"Unless someone in the Celestial Realm is specifically investigating you, they basically can't tell."

Ye Chen immediately took it, channeled his true energy into it, and his eyes lit up.

"nice one."

Han Li stuffed the demon core into the talisman pouch at his waist, then zipped the pouch shut and patted it twice.

"Welcome to visit again next time."

The two exchanged a glance.

Smile at each other.

One of them had a carefree, nonchalant laugh.

A smile that was both cautious and professional.

Xingyao lowered her head and quickly scribbled in her notebook.

[The safety committee member and the sports committee member are suspected of engaging in black market transactions on campus.]

[Items being traded: Unknown as they are obscured.]

[Note: The source of Han Li's goods is a mystery; close monitoring is recommended.]

As she wrote this, she glanced at Ye Chuhao discreetly.

Ye Chuhao was still resting his chin on his hand, a slight smile in his eyes.

Xingyao paused for a moment, then added another sentence.

The squad leader showed no surprise whatsoever; the level of danger was extremely high.

The tension in the classroom only eased slightly after the pale blue light screen completely closed.

It was at this moment that...

The sound from the sky drowned out the roar of the propellers.

Snapped!

She had just finished writing when she suddenly heard the sound of a folding fan opening in the sky.

"Hahaha!"

Aikun's loud laughter once again resounded throughout the world.

"Guys, you didn't expect that, did you?"

"I didn't expect that either!"

Everyone's attention was drawn back to the sky.

Five thousand years later, the live stream chat was already exploding with comments.

[Wait a minute! The Dragon King was already a prodigy at eighteen, how can that be considered a terrible mistake?]

The majesty of a grandmaster must not be dishonored!

Not to mention he's a prodigy!

[Shouldn't the Ancient Dragon Kingdom have provided full protection and support once they knew their country had produced such a peerless prodigy?]

I'm totally confused. What's wrong with this hand?

[Don't keep me in suspense, tell me already!]

Aikun shook his finger.

"Don't rush."

"Today we'll explain clearly what made the Dragon King's hand so good, and how he ruined it."