Chapter 441: Born to Be a Teacher, I Can Also Turn the Tables

Jiushan Military Academy welcomed a new teacher.

On the training ground of Zhengxian Island, nearly a hundred disciples sat in a circle; Zheng Fa sat at the front with Han Lao and others, watching Xie Qingxue standing in the center.

Xie Qingxue looked uneasy, her gaze occasionally searching for Zheng Fa.

Zheng Fa knew that although she was talkative, silence in front of strangers was a habit etched into her bones; it was perfectly normal for her to feel slightly awkward giving her first lesson to so many people.

He glanced at Xie

“Why? Why! Why are you so cruel to me!” Chen Mingwei shouted, nearly hoarse, as if lamenting heaven’s injustice.

Guan Shi tapped her forehead, causing everyone to laugh. The heavy atmosphere that had hung over the Xing family for days finally eased.

Despite the vast power gap—especially the fact that their combined attacks inflicted negligible damage compared to the Red Ring Snake King’s health, which far exceeded the total HP of all five of them—the relentless barrage of lethal strikes still chipped away a significant portion of the boss’s health.

After the apocalypse, when zombies were everywhere, once people had secured food and solved their basic needs, these things became rarer than food itself.

“Me too,” Yun Bin said. “My family is poor; I’m counting on graduating college to get a good job and make life better for them.”

The white-robed man pulled his hat down, muttered “We’ll meet again under fate,” and reached for the door—only to find his umbrella gone.

Gu Lin Yao helped them thread the tuna, then counted aloud: “One, two, three, go!” As they lowered their iron hooks, he rushed to thread more tuna; before he finished, the others shouted, “Bite! Bite!” so he hurried over to haul in the fish, then returned to threading again—truly busy as ever.

The six elders from Dragon Elder’s side—ranks one through six—grew increasingly terrified as the battle raged! These six elders, ranks seven through twelve, had been defeated by them just recently in the council hall; how had they improved so drastically in such a short time? And now they were even gaining the upper hand?

Because he noticed his skin had become noticeably paler; his eyes narrowed slightly, and the grime rising from his pores looked eerily like the purification of marrow and blood in cultivation.

“Fine,” Mo Xuan nodded. Even if he refused, he’d still pester Nan Gong Siming anyway.

“Ventilation,” Li Sixi explained. “The hot pot will smoke a lot.” He smiled and ordered the staff to bring the side dishes and broth.

Han Dongzhuo’s unseen face suddenly appeared before his eyes; his heart ached with worry—he had to resolve matters here as soon as possible.

This was only a bowl of crab roe soup; if it had been something else poisonous, Wang Cai would already be dead and unable to sit here talking to them.

When Mo Jie encountered the blinding white light that made him dizzy, the others also felt the ground begin to tremble, then the world started to blur—they all experienced a wave of dizziness.

“A Heaven-Class High-grade spiritual artifact? Indeed terrifying…” The voice came, and Lin Feng’s expression grew even more solemn.

Before Tang Kaiyu left, he gave me a glance; I followed him into the reception room, along with Elizabeth and Hanna.

If Nian Yaoji insisted on having City Lord Han Qiu erase the name, it would be equivalent to disregarding City Lord Han Qiu’s face.

Ji Rujia dared not look at Qin Bin; she quickly pushed him away, sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and began eating to hide her embarrassment.

Bang! Bang! Bang! He kicked the next door several times—it still didn’t open. “Hmph, you little brat, so you’re hiding in here!” Qian Xixi kicked hard—the door shattered.

She had heard that Nian Yaoji preferred solitude, so Qingfeng Mountain had never taken on even a single maid or disciple; now, out of nowhere, a man had appeared—could he possibly be her lover?

The Realm Master had departed; the Grand Priest had fallen upon the Soul Severing Platform, his eyes still clouded with confusion. Even though he was a Saint of the Soul Realm, many things remained unclear to him. He knew the Realm Master had discerned something—but could not tell him.

At this moment, in this coastal city, many commoners had evacuated; only hotel owners and staff remained. Those walking the streets were all powerful martial artists, each from a major dynasty.

Huang Ying and Liu Shuixin, after receiving much alcohol from Zhuo Yu, returned separately to Yue Palace and Wan Shou Mountain.

Nightfall quietly descended. Chu Feng returned after a full day, carrying many items; he pushed open the wooden door and stepped inside. Glancing around the interior, he found its layout resembled that of a rural village in the modern world—clearly, Lü Wan’s attachment to this world ran deeper than ordinary.

If Luna had still harbored a sliver of hope for Shangguan Haoyan, seeing Yan Qingcheng’s face extinguished it completely—her heart sank into dead silence.

But Chu Feng merely shifted slightly and vanished from the attack range entirely, his whereabouts unknown.

Strangely, her hand felt unusually warm this time—completely unlike its previous icy touch.

Now all the Creation Gods were fully engaged in battle, yet the upper-tier Corpse Gods of the Corpse God Legion had not moved—a number exceeding hundreds, not to mention the mid- and lower-tier Corpse Gods. Chu Feng had to deploy every ounce of strength precisely, if he was to secure victory in today’s great battle.

The back of the hand Mo Yu had slapped stung sharply; suppressing the loneliness in his heart, Yan Qingcheng spoke coolly.

Her reaction was exactly as I expected, because I remembered something—something about wishes.

The junior managers below widened their eyes—some in shock, some in doubt. They’d heard other branches received large sums, but no one imagined the difference could be this vast.