Chapter 465: Cultural Invasion, Nine Mountains Restructuring

In the side hall, Uncle Pang and the others all carefully examined their new Tongjian.

Among them, the lowest cultivation was Nascent Soul, yet this Tongjian was merely a Qi Training and Foundation Establishment level magic artifact.

But the eyes of the crowd brimmed with curiosity, even wonder.

Though they had never seen a smartphone, not one of them was a fool; after hearing Lady Xuanhua's introduction, how could they fail to understand the special nature of a magic artifact like the Tongjian:

Setting aside the Tongjian's functions, just the thinking behind this magic artifact, in Xuan

Xi Liu Yan, Lie 'Meng', Bin Lang, and Feng Ruiyan naturally grasped it easily; for them, catching the tiger shark was merely a matter of adjusting strength. After the demonstrations of the previous few, they too understood it in their 'minds'.

"Hehe, no wonder!" Li Muran answered a question with something unrelated. It left me a little puzzled, "Why, is my brother that famous?" He should have some reputation at No. 1 High School, but people at No. 7 High School know him too?

Chen's mother was well aware their family couldn't afford such expenses; if it were somewhere like Australia where one spent tens of thousands a year, there might still be some point in considering it. Some of Chen's father's friends had also sent their children abroad, and Chen's mother had long considered it and had already inquired about the costs.

Seeing Gui Bachi's listless look at this moment, it was obvious he didn't believe he could survive those five trials; in such a state, no matter how good his talent, he would likely perish at the very first trial.

Chen Yi's gaze gradually came alive, shifting from the ceiling to the night sky outside the window, murmuring to herself full of emotion and anticipation.

I grinned sheepishly, "Brother, I won't laugh at you!" The implication being: no need to hide it, just admit it obediently.

"Not bad; if you hadn't entered at such an opportune time, the clan leader probably wouldn't have rescued you at all!" Ganba was quite straightforward, saying it directly.

"Hahaha—" Huang Feng burst into long laughter, "You're broke? More than half the businesses on Qinhuangdao are yours, and you're broke? If you're broke, then everyone else is a pauper." His eyes, full of mirth, brimmed with mockery, while deep within them was a sheet of cold.

The onlookers were momentarily dumbfounded, unable to tell who was real and who was fake, and no one stopped them. Slowly, the crowd dispersed.

Li Rushi saw the lecherous eyes of the young man and said with disgust, "Shameless." Li Rushi said, her face flushed red, but the more she looked like this, the more lecherous the glint in the young man's eyes grew, and he actually reached straight for Li Rushi's chest.

"Sorry, I'm rather shallow." Lin Chu, however, gave Tong Yao an unexpected reply, calm and indifferent.

"Thank Your Majesty! Considering Your Majesty in everything is simply our duty as subjects!" Miyamoto Kenyu said.

Too many mistakes—so much so that Jin Taiyan, wearing hot pants in the dead of winter, hadn't even finished her song before she left the stage with hot tears in her eyes.

Ying Jiu was the most detestable; ignoring his father's dying wish, he simply sat down on that so-called main road of theirs in silent protest.

He looked at Mr. Liang lying beside him and thought: this truly is "desperate hunger brooks no pickiness, panicked flight brooks no path, exhausted sleep brooks no place"! My family's master has always lived in luxury; when would he ever have imagined sharing a bed with a lowly wretch like me? He gazed at the sleeping Liang Xinhui and secretly laughed to himself.

The table leg finally made intimate contact with a human skull, and then a shrill scream rang out.

Daoist Priest Huanglong clearly hadn't anticipated this move; by the time he tried to pull back, it was already too late. With a flip of his palm, the Heavenly Banner shot explosively from his sleeve, crashing head-on into the spear tip. A crisp clang deflected the lethal strike, and he retreated hastily three zhang.

"Welcome everyone to Class 1-6 of Senior High. From now on, we'll be together for three years. I'm your homeroom teacher; my surname is Rong, so you may call me Teacher Rong." The homeroom teacher wore a kindly smile, but the sweat on her palms showed she was very nervous—after all, this was her first cohort of students.

When the exquisite battle armor appeared before Dongfang Yunyang in the light screen, the system's prompt immediately sounded in his mind.