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

I've only been out for less than half a day, and the power structure in the class has already changed drastically?

Long Aotian clenched his fists tighter and tighter.

Lu Ming is the God of War.

Once he successfully transcends the tribulation of dragon energy and condenses into a true dragon, he believes he will be no less capable than Lu Ming.

But Ye Chuhao, that damned class monitor, is a sleeping geezer.

How did he suddenly transform into an eighth-level mentalist, whose status is comparable to that of a terrestrial deity?

He couldn't swallow this insult.

Mom approved it.

Are we really being outmatched?

No.

You must become a Grandmaster as soon as possible!

Long Aotian turned his head and said coldly, "Vermilion Bird."

Not far away.

Zhuque bowed slightly.

"Dragon King".

Long Aotian gazed at the white volcano in the distance.

"Get ready."

"Tonight we will enter the Mountain of the Gods."

Zhuque smiled gently, her eyes flickering slightly.

"it is good."

"Aunt Sparrow listens to whatever the Dragon King says."

She bowed gracefully, then turned and withdrew.

"What?!"

On the other end of the phone, Yan Cong, who had been rambling on, almost jumped off the flagpole when he heard this.

"Old Long, did a donkey kick you in the head?"

"Why bother going into the Mountain of the Gods?"

"Didn't you see what your future fate will be shown on the sky?"

"Sitting on that dark latrine, guarding it for five thousand years!"

"Can't you wait until we're done here, then we can go over and resolve this for you together?"

Long Aotian did not answer immediately.

He turned the camera toward the distant volcano.

"Look there."

Yan Cong squinted and leaned closer to the screen.

"Eh?"

"What's that dark, shadowy thing on the mountaintop?"

"A UFO?"

A black vortex runs horizontally across the snow-covered summit of the volcano.

From the side, it does indeed look like a black flying saucer suspended over a mountain pass.

Long Aotian's voice deepened.

"I can't wait any longer."

"The closer I get to that place, the more restless the dragon energy within me becomes."

"If we force a delay, the foundation will be damaged."

Yan Cong scratched his head, momentarily at a loss for words.

A few seconds passed.

He asked dejectedly, "So, how long will your tribulation take?"

Long Aotian pondered for a moment.

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, one night."

"By then, I should be able to reach the late stage of Grandmaster."

"Holy shit!"

Yan Cong broke through the defenses instantly.

"Late-stage Grandmaster?"

"That's amazing?"

"Damn it! Get me one too!"

Hearing the shocked and envious voice, Long Aotian felt much of the frustration he had felt from being suppressed by Ye Chuhao.

The corners of his mouth also slowly and uncontrollably turned crooked.

"So-so."

"You don't have dragon energy within you, so I can't arrange it."

Yan Cong smacked his lips.

Hearing Long Aotian's smug tone, he immediately turned away.

"Wow, that's awesome."

"What a pity."

"Compared to the class monitor, he's still a little bit lacking."

The smile on Long Aotian's face vanished instantly.

Yan Cong felt relieved upon seeing this.

He chuckled and said, "I'm not teasing you anymore."

"that's all."

"If you haven't let me know you're safe by 8 a.m. tomorrow, I'll drag the class monitor and the people from Class 9 to rescue you."

"unnecessary."

Long Aotian sneered.

"Just a small carambola."

"I, Long Aotian, can handle this with ease."

"whispering sound."

Yan Cong looked incredulous.

On the other side of the playground.

Ye Chuhao raised his hand and made a sword incantation.

From the small, colorful mountain of resources, a heavy sword suddenly flew out and hovered steadily in front of him and Xingyao.

"Let's go."

His voice was languid, as if he were going out for a walk.

Xingyao did not move.

She stared blankly in Yan Cong's direction, her gaze fixed on his phone.

next second.

A glint of silver light suddenly flashed in the depths of her pupils.

Black vortex.

An upside-down sky.

A figure falling weightlessly...

Several fragmented images crashed into her mind.

Xingyao let out a muffled groan, her body almost going limp.

"Well……"

Ye Chuhao reacted quickly and pulled her into his arms.

Xingyao's forehead was covered in a fine sweat, and her face turned noticeably paler.

Ye Chuhao looked down at her, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

The taste of time.

Is Little Stutterer seeing the future?

interesting.

"Class monitor!"

Xingyao grabbed his sleeve, her eyes reddening with anxiety.

"I...I..."

The more anxious she became, the more her tongue seemed to be tied in knots.

The image flashed back to her mind intermittently.

Black vortex.

weightlessness.

come down.

And those from the Dragon King Palace behind Long Aotian turned into blood mist in the silent reversal of space.

She wanted to say something.

But the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.

Ye Chuhao raised his hand and rubbed her head.

"fine."

"Don't you still have your notebook?"

"Just write it down."

Xingyao was taken aback.

His eyes lit up immediately.

"oh!"

"The class monitor is so smart!"

She immediately opened her small notebook and began to write.

The handwriting is somewhat rushed.

The paper was even torn in several places.

After finishing writing, she tore off the page and handed it to Ye Chuhao.

"Here, here, for the vice squad leader!"

"OK."

Ye Chuhao tapped his fingertip.

Using his mental power, he carried the note directly to the flagpole.

Yan Cong was still slacking off in front of his phone.

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Everyone's busy.

"It's good to be busy."

"I'm hanging up now, so I won't disturb your breakthrough to Grandmaster."

He was about to turn off the video.

Sudden.

A note floated in front of me.

"What the heck?"

Yan Cong looked up and saw Xing Yao gesturing anxiously at him.

He raised an eyebrow and reached out to take the note.

His expression changed the moment he saw it.

"etc!"

"Old Dragon!"

Yan Cong roared out.

On the other end of the video, Long Aotian was about to disembark when he was startled by the noise and stopped in his tracks.

"What are you doing now?"

Yan Cong stared at the note, speaking rapidly.

"Once you disembark, immediately go and get dozens of extra-thick hot air balloons!"

"No gas!"

"Remember, no gas!"

"Then store some heavy items like iron blocks and stones in your spatial magic treasure!"

"These things can save lives!"

Long Aotian frowned.

"What is it?"

"A hot air balloon?"

Yan Cong also had a headache.

"I don't know if my explanation was correct."

"This is what Xingyao asked me to tell you."

He brought the note closer and squinted at it again.

"What she wrote on it was: reverse space, hot air balloon, no gas, heavy ballast, survival."

"Anyway, these are the keywords."

Long Aotian's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Yan Cong quickly added a sentence.

"Hey, you know how sharp Xingyao's eyes are."

"Even though she was sitting in the classroom, she could tell Lao Lu exactly which ditch he crawled out of school from."

"It's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't."

"You should get ready."

"Even if you don't need it, your subordinates will."

Long Aotian fell silent, and the memory of that incident instantly flashed through his mind.

The day before, he was able to crawl through the back wall of the school to deliver medicinal meals to Leng Xixi.

The next day, Lu Changming precisely blocked the dog hole.

Xingyao is a very strange person.