Chapter 660

Shuijing Peak originally had only one floating island, but after Su Lin got drunk, it became seven, and later increased to double digits.

Now, it can already be considered a cluster of floating islands.

After long-term modifications, though mostly idle, they are all in a directly usable state.

On the immortal peak, facilities and architectural styles can be freely altered.

For example, the one owned by Lu Mingfei features a labyrinthine root system of the World Tree, with a large building constructed in the style of the Cassell College.

"Senior Xiao Ying."

Lu Mingfei, who was touring the sect with his entourage and introducing teaching venues to Anre, nearly went numb upon hearing this address.

"Don't call me senior—you're my senior."

Lu Mingfei had already left the escort industry behind, yet this unscrupulous young man, Huai Shi, kept adding honorifics like 'senior,' 'forebear,' or 'xianbei.'

Could he really be considered a senior?

In the art of cross-dressing, you're clearly stronger now!

"Didn't you go home?" Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered: "Did you come to enroll?"

"No, I just crashed my vehicle and came here to lie low." Huai Shi looked melancholy.

The grand escape through the rainy night had succeeded, the showmanship had been satisfying, but now he had no idea what to do next.

That heartless bitch Tong Ji was leisurely browsing the Shangcheng via the Ten-World Communication Token, saying that if things got bad, she'd just enter Hell and freeze solid.

Huai Shi tapped his cigarette pack, flicked out a Liqun, and put it between his lips.

He clicked the lighter twice—still bearing the name and number of a hotpot restaurant—but not even a spark emerged.

Lao Tang saw this and snapped his fingers.

"Thanks." Huai Shi inhaled deeply and sighed: "Change isn't always good."

"True," Lu Mingfei strongly agreed, but after thinking, he added: "Even my world's geopolitical situation is a mess—but not entirely bad."

Good?

At least I snatched a kill from Ai Qing's hands.

But what about the future?

Wouldn't my remaining event-limited gold card in the Ten-Thousand-Era Deck change from 【King of Danbo · Huai Shi (Leader)】 to 【Chosen Pastoral Deity · Huai Shi (Apocalypse)】?

The crow, the original culprit, was also useless.

Huai Shi suddenly recalled Lu Xun's saying: "Evading is shameful, but useful."

"I often feel lonely, standing on the rooftop with the cold isolation of being too high up."

Huai Shi set down his cigarette and said: "Could you check me? Maybe I have some Blood Sorrow too."

Feeling lost about the future, he began considering moving somewhere else.

"You're just starved for affection and having a middle-school delusion," Lu Mingfei couldn't help saying: "Bro, the era of youth pain literature is over."

You can only get reemployed in Gao Tian Yuan after crossing over, and you still have the Whalehead's number saved on your phone.

"Mingfei, why don't you two chat first?" Anre's brow twitched almost imperceptibly, then he turned his gaze elsewhere.

"It's fine—I've got nothing else to do," Huai Shi said.

"Really?" Anre pulled out a folding knife and smiled:

"Then join the class. But I can sense you're an excellent warrior—aside from swordsmanship, you might learn little from me."

Lu Mingfei froze; all four of them simultaneously turned their eyes toward the entrance of the floating island building.

Four figures, wearing crowns, white robes, and carrying swords, staggered up the training ground's steps.

Their skin still bore remnants of gray-white scales, branches, and feathers—mutations—and they could barely stand, yet clung to their willpower.

Wu Mengqi leaned on the sword gifted by Teacher Yan Sen, gasping: "Is the second class held here?"

"They're just monsters—nothing to worry about," Ran Zihao raised his four arms to show he could still fight.

Lu Mingfei felt like he was seeing those overachievers from high school.

Even if Keleyn held back, Teacher Yan Sen's disciples truly had unusual traits.

"Then, Headmaster, we leave this to you."

Lu Mingfei activated his improved alchemical matrix, turning the area into a magic-restricted zone.

"I'm not headmaster anymore—I'm just a teacher now." Anre drew his folding knife from the sheath on his wrist and glanced behind: "Mingfei."

"Thank you."

A flash of blade—the hundred-year-old man exploded forward with speed utterly unreasonable for his age, attacking Wu Mengqi and the others.

First class: Close Combat Techniques, Instructor: Hilbert Jean Anre

Huai Shi pulled out a tissue, crushed the cigarette butt into it, and shoved it into his pocket. He watched the scene, his eyes lowering slightly.

"Everything that happens is beneficial to me."

He thought of this phrase—though as an art student, his high school grades weren't great, his humanities scores were still decent.

Why follow the chessboard step by step? This unexpected plot twist might change the ending.

Huai Shi casually glanced around Lu Mingfei: Fenger cheering for Anre, Chu Zihang expressionless beside his Dragon King girlfriend and Dragon King brother-in-law, Lao Tang holding Konstantin and playing a mobile game.

One step at a time.

Huai Shi scratched his head, observed for a while, then silently left.

From another perspective, unexpected events don't matter.

"You can give yourself a mental massage—sister is pleased," the crow landed on Huai Shi's shoulder, holding a flyer in its beak.

"What's this?" Huai Shi cared more about his wallet right now.

He'd already fled the moment he realized this wasteful woman wanted to shop online.

"Let me be clear—I'm broke."

"Sister, haven't you found a way to compensate me yet?"

The crow blocked Huai Shi's head with its massive wings and said, "Have you heard the story of that wealthy woman and the male escort? She compensated him for all his past birthdays."

If you mean the married woman who generously gave 28 gifts to please a 28-year-old male escort.

Huai Shi had heard it from Liu Dongli, but he didn't believe this wicked woman had such a conscience.

Whoosh—the crow spread open the flyer:

【Ye Zhetian Artisan Factory: Collection of Rare Materials from All Realms.】

【Dan Alliance: High Salary Hiring for New Pill Testers.】

【Masked Fool's Association of Oblivion: Invitation for Life Experience Officers (Play Believers, Xin Pan, Ling Shi).】

【Temporary Heavenly Soldier Patrol at Nan Tian Gate: 50 Imperial Coins per Day (Daily Pay).】

"." Huai Shi stared at these notices without speaking.

"Sister suggests the first option," the crow whispered in his ear. "Jiehui fits the category of rare materials—we set the price."

"You go sell your blood—produce jiehui, gather a few hundred tons—and when sister has money, I'll make it up to you."

"Then we'll order a batch of Divine-Demon-level Didi drivers, go straight back, smash the Continuity Court, and kidnap that White Emperor's Son to warm your bed—how's that?"

"Intrigued? Hehe, men."

Huai Shi turned his head and gazed toward the direction behind him.

He still felt these changes.

Blood loss.

The next day, morning.

Disciples of the Tianshen Sect struggled to walk across the grounds of each immortal peak; some fell behind and resorted to crawling.

Wu Mengqi, Sun Xiaolu, and others had lost the determination from yesterday; Teacher Yan Sen's curriculum and the task of meeting each subject's instructor had only just reached the third lesson.

Half the class went mad in the first lesson.

The second lesson was manageable—they learned many combat techniques from Teacher Uncle Angre.

The third lesson's instructor, Zhongli, was temporarily absent, so Teacher Tuolongwang substituted with combat training, requiring the use of techniques from the previous lesson.

"Use techniques on that thing?"

The sect's guardian divine beasts, An'an and Ningning, were delighted—seeing fellow demonic immortals, they ignored everyone and went straight to play.

That was bad enough.

The key issue was this place called Tianyi Sect—on the surface calm, but secretly, spiritual energy explosions occurred frequently, and the phantom river of the Dao swept through.

Half the students had gone missing; Teacher Yan Sen had vanished too.

Now, they had no choice but to follow their individual course schedules and find each immortal peak to complete all lessons.

"Thank goodness I met you two—otherwise I wouldn't even know where to go," Wu Mengqi sighed.

"Emperor Yufeng, Congniang, do you go through this kind of training every day?"

Congniang rubbed her face in embarrassment—she was here to water the herb garden with diluted Green Liquid.

"It's fine," Emperor Yufeng floated in midair, playing with his phone.

"So you must understand—there are no stats. It's all effort and sweat."

"Big Brother, have some dignity," Congniang said.

Soon after, the exhausted group arrived at Jianfeng.

"Artisan training?" Sun Xiaolu glanced at the course schedule.

Jianfeng Elder · Artisan Instructor: Weigong Shilang (Note: When this teacher is high-jumping, please close your eyes immediately.)

"Even this warning is here?" Emperor Yufeng exclaimed.

"Let me give you a few more forbidden rules."

Do not touch the preaching stele at the entrance of the Heavenly Dao Library—there is no instant enlightenment. If you see a glowing bronze automaton in the herb garden, run. Interior Affairs Elder Zhongli is a good person, but refuse his invitations. Do not casually pluck spiritual or immortal fruits, especially in front of an ordinary, unassuming man.

"Is this the school rule?"

"No. This is a survival code."

Emperor Yufeng said, "There's more—for example, if you see someone wearing a monocle and calling themselves a classmate, stay far away."

What kind of sect is this even?

Wu Mengqi's lips twitched—then she saw, below the mountain gate not far off, a red-haired youth stripping off his shirt to train.

His muscles were sharply defined; as he moved, their contours flickered beneath his skin, revealing the beauty of raw power.

He swung his longsword, sweat flying in droplets.

Some girls blushed; a few boys swallowed hard.

"Sorry, I was just thinking when you'd arrive, so I started training," Weigong Shilang said, his divine power surging to evaporate the sweat as he quickly dressed.

"Teaching others? I'm not very good at it either. Please follow me."

Weigong Shilang turned and walked into a newly opened space.

"Xiaomeng, snap out of it," Sun Xiaolu waved her hand in front of Wu Mengqi's face, smirking.

"Even if he looks about our age, has a baby face, and is incredibly good-looking—you can't disrespect your teacher like that~"

"No," Wu Mengqi stared blankly at her own trembling sword-holding hand.

When he trained with his longsword, she had faintly heard the sound of a tidal wave formed by sword qi—as if her soul were being washed away, shredded by the blade's light.

If Teacher Yan Sen's sword was exquisitely precise, severing all things, the illusion she had just perceived was sword qi like a radiance, becoming boundless.

She forced a strained smile, her eyes filled with excitement and curiosity, and stepped first into that space.

A fragrance rushed toward her.

"?"

"The rice is steamed, classmate, please pass out the bowls and chopsticks."

Weigong Shilang turned his head and said, "Wait a moment—the Sea King in the oven isn't done yet. By the way,"

"Does anyone want to learn cooking from me?"

Everyone stared blankly and shook their heads; Weigong Shilang sadly withdrew his gaze.

【Quest (Stay True to Your Original Aspiration): Given that the host has recently used too many high-end ingredients, exceeding not only their own power range but also detecting external interference and auxiliary plugins.】

Therefore, the system has issued a special task: create new dishes using ordinary ingredients and earn the satisfaction of diners.】

"Should I just have Ma Xianhong step in to substitute for the class?"

Weigong Shilang believed that in the study of artifact forging, he was no match for Ma Xianhong.

Regarding weapon forging, he mostly merely envisioned the shape in his mind, then skipped all intermediate steps and projected it directly.

Due to his work, this had become a conditioned reflex.

Let me think... what's the basic requirement for forging a magical artifact? Bare-chested and start hammering iron?

No no no, I'm not Qianzi Cunzheng.

Better ask Zhongli via the chat group.

Weigong Shilang, realizing he was utterly unfit, opened the chat group.

Su Lin: "Everyone on Water Mirror Peak, lie down!!!"

Huh?

A beam of Bai Guang, embracing all things.

With a thunderous crash, waves of light surged upward.

As if an endless Wang Yang rolled across the heavens, carrying faint yet real, illusory yet tangible infinite laws, continuously smelting and condensing into layered universes.

Su Lin floated within it; in a daze, Weigong Shilang thought he saw some incomprehensible lights being born.

At that moment, a hand reached out from the void and struck Su Lin's chest—the layered universes instantly curled and collapsed into a single point.

Su Lin fell from the peak of Water Mirror Peak; purple light rippled and shrank into a magnificent purple imperial robe.

Weigong Shilang swallowed hard and continued looking at the group.

Weigong Shilang: "What just happened?"

Zhongli: "Teacher Yan Sen just tried using a created multiverse as a vessel for Su Lin's spiritual will, but it seems..."

Teacher Yan Sen: "Even embedding one multiverse isn't enough?"

"Why do you think it would work??? Not only did I nearly explode! My Heavenly Dao nearly had a fur fit too, boss!" Su Lin shouted from the ground.

If given another chance, he would absolutely refuse to become Teacher Yan Sen's experimental subject.

This isn't healing at all!?

【Don't go!】

"I won't go, I won't go," Su Lin hastily soothed the Heavenly Dao, which had wrapped him tightly in invisible bonds:

"Truly! Even if I give up this body, I won't leave—don't hurt him!"

The Heavenly Dao, which had already eaten and fallen asleep, had awakened due to Teacher Yan Sen's attempt and was now transmitting urgent and agitated thoughts to Su Lin.

"It doesn't make sense," Teacher Yan Sen mused.

"In my view, the Heavenly Dao laws on Su Daoist's body, though inconsistent and incomplete, also possess a nature of inclusiveness."

"Then why do the laws I transmit trigger rejection?"

Su Lin weakly lifted his hand: "I think I need a proper doctor."

"A proper doctor?"

Kaguya thought for a moment and replied, "I happen to know one."

Nearby, Song Shuhang, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath, shouted: "I need a doctor too!"

A flash of blade light—the head fell to the ground, blood splattering across Zhang Chu'an's face.

On the streets of New York, a dense army of the undead, alongside a dozen skeletal Death Gods in traditional black cloaks, raised their scythes and turned their gaze toward this place.

Roar—! The Death God who severed Song Shuhang's head pointed at Kaguya; all the strange entities surged forward.

"I want to go home..." Zhang Chu'an murmured to himself.

This is supposed to be a rule-based instance—why are the Death Gods personally coming to fight? Did something go wrong?