Chapter 465: Cultural Invasion, Jiushan Reforms

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

The lowest among them had reached Nascent Soul, yet this Tongjian was merely a Qi Refining–Foundation Establishment–level magic treasure.

Yet their gazes brimmed with curiosity, even awe.

Though they had never seen a smartphone, none were fools; having heard Lady Xuanhua’s explanation, how could they not understand the uniqueness of a Tongjian?

Not even mentioning its functions, just the very concept behind this magic treasure—within the Profound Heaven Sect—

Xie Liuyan, Lie Meng, Bin Lang, and Feng Ruiyan naturally grasped it instantly; for them, seizing the tiger shark was merely a matter of adjusting power. After witnessing the earlier demonstrations, they understood fully.

“Heh, no wonder!” Li Muran answered evasively. I felt puzzled. “Wait, is my brother famous? He must be well-known at No. 1 High, right? Even people from No. 7 High know him?”

Chen’s mother knew full well their family could not afford such expenses. If it were somewhere like Australia, where annual spending reached tens of thousands, it might still be worth considering. Chen’s father had friends who sent their children abroad; Chen’s mother had once considered it and inquired about the costs.

Seeing how listless Gui Bachi looked, it was clear he didn’t believe he could survive the five trials. In such a state, even the finest talent would surely perish before the first trial.

Chen Yi’s gaze gradually sharpened, shifting from the ceiling to the night sky outside the window, murmuring softly with deep emotion and anticipation.

I chuckled. “Bro, I won’t laugh at you!” Meaning: stop pretending—just admit it already.

“True enough. Had you not arrived at such a fortuitous moment, the clan chief might never have rescued you!” Gan Ba spoke bluntly.

“Hahahaha!” Huang Feng burst into loud laughter. “You have no money? Over half the properties on Qinhuangdao belong to you—how could you be broke? If you’re poor, everyone else is destitute.” His eyes sparkled with mockery, yet beneath lay ice.

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

Li Rushi saw the lecherous gaze of the young man and spat, “Disgusting!” Her face flushed red, yet the more she blushed, the more lewd his eyes became—he reached out directly toward her chest.

“Sorry, I’m very shallow,” Lin Chu replied coolly, giving Tong Yao an unexpected answer.

“Thank Your Majesty! Always considering His Majesty’s welfare is merely our duty as ministers!” Gongben Jianxiong said.

Too many mistakes—so much so that Jin Taiyan, dressed in shorts despite the freezing winter, had to leave the stage mid-song, tears in her eyes.

Ying Jiu was the most infuriating—he ignored his father’s dying wish and sat in silent protest right on their so-called Great Way.

He glanced at Mr. Liang lying beside him and thought: This is truly “starvation makes one grab anything, panic makes one take any path, exhaustion makes one lie anywhere!” My master has always lived in silk and jade—how could he ever have imagined sleeping in the same bed as a lowly servant like me? He looked at the sleeping Liang Xinhui and smiled inwardly.

The table leg finally made intimate contact with the human skull, followed by a piercing scream.

The Yellow Dragon Daoist had not anticipated this move and failed to withdraw in time; in a flash, he unleashed the Celestial Banner from his sleeve, striking the spearhead with a sharp clang, delivering a lethal blow before retreating three zhang.

“Welcome to Class 6, Grade 1. We’ll be together for three years. I’m your homeroom teacher—my surname is Rong; you may call me Teacher Rong.” The homeroom teacher smiled warmly, but the sweat stains on her palms betrayed her nervousness—this was her first class of students.

When the exquisite battle armor appeared on Dongfang Yunyang’s visual screen, an immediate system prompt echoed in his mind.