Chapter 297: The Method of Invoking Gods: Recruitment for the Research Group

Mu Qingyan followed her senior sister into the classroom and saw not only members of the Hundred Immortal Alliance but also many disciples of Jiushan Sect inside.

They found a secluded seat and sat down, gazing blankly at Zheng Fa ahead.

Zheng Fa didn't waste time on preliminaries; he spoke directly:

"All of you, I assume you understand that among the current studies of the Jiushan Realm, I value mathematics above all."

Those below the stage all nodded.

They weren't fools.

Ji Bing listened, her expression instantly shifting; she fell to her knees with a thud, a flicker of fear passing through her eyes.

Luo Jun's strength relied entirely on a single qi within his body. Originally injured, that qi had been scattered. Once dispersed, it could no longer mobilize his blood and qi, rendering him powerless. Now, he had reconcentrated that qi, and it surged through his meridians, driving his blood and qi into motion.

Ai Jia's complexion still looked poor; once, it had been a delicate pale. Now, though still pale, it was a sickly, deathly white—likely due to her body not yet recovering.

This wasn't due to Lü Qinghong's incompetence; in fact, if someone other than Lü Qinghong had been in charge of defending the city, the imperial capital would have fallen long ago—simply because the forces were vastly unequal, the enemy camp outside was fully equipped with siege weapons, while the city's defenses were severely lacking.

Without needing explanation, this figure was naturally the Law God Yuanjue. Yuanjue wore a gray cotton robe, shaved head, gentle brows and kind eyes.

"How dare you attack me? I'll make you wish you could die!" After striking Ye Qingshan, the giant sword still remained in space, under Lan Qianyue's control, and slammed directly toward the trembling golden sword in the sky.

As a poison physician, he excelled at using poison to counter poison. But even if this man survived, he would merely slowly drain away all his energy and flesh, dying in the most horrific state imaginable.

Ling Yujue glanced at Lin Jiangluo's back, lips parting as if to speak, but ultimately said nothing.

Xu Hong was tempted, but this matter required careful planning; its feasibility needed further investigation before any decision could be made.

Shen Monong shivered; she knew something cruel had happened to Luo Jun. But she couldn't ask, and Luo Jun wouldn't speak of it.

Su Ying awoke, looked around, and saw no trace of that man; she shook her head with a bitter smile.

But Xu Wan never imagined she would indeed see him as she wished—but that she'd have preferred never to.

Although Lin Bufan spoke with perfect logic, the others remained confused, for no light had appeared.

After assigning tasks to Hao Jiajia and Yang Mao, Ye Hancheng skipped class with Wu Yu and the others to go online.

Ye Hancheng waited outside for her, spotted someone selling roasted sweet potatoes, and eagerly ran over to buy two.

Because this method appeared too cruel and vile to humans, it drew widespread hatred and attacks, causing the sect to dwindle until it was nearly lost.

Most crucially, the bickering voices of Uncle Zhang and Uncle Li were gone. Today, they'd surely go to help—and the moment they met, they'd argue nonstop.

Liang Shan heard this and let out a self-deprecating laugh, then pointed at Feng Xin. Feng Xin had long been cowed by Liang Shan, cowering silently in place, hoping to escape notice—but he hadn't escaped it. Hearing Liang Shan's words, he trembled all over.

The invisible spiritual energy gathered thickly around the Star Puppet, becoming as dense as solid matter, obscuring all changes within.

At this moment, Yin Xinyue lay in Lin Bufan's arms, quietly gazing at the man before her. Suddenly, her cheeks burned hot, yet her restless heart never stilled—even longing to rise and steal a kiss from Lin Bufan.

Lin Han had no patience to waste words with her; though she was beautiful, he never spared enemies such considerations. He walked slowly forward, raised his palm, and prepared to crush her skull.