Chapter 514: The Most Respected Teacher

Teacher Qi Xue slightly turned her body and glanced at Jiang Nian.

"Fine, stay and listen then."

With students present, Old Liu said nothing more. He patted Jiang Nian's shoulder and hurried away.

"Besides completing your assignments, if you have any questions..." Teacher Qi Xue did not pause, continuing her lecture.

Jiang Nian stood at the outer edge, silently memorizing her words.

He had assumed Teacher Qi Xue would spend at least ten minutes laying down rules.

He finally understood: no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless—no one cared about him; in their eyes, his existence was a mistake. He had tried aligning with either side, but gained nothing; in their eyes, his existence was nothing but a joke.

He had thought this explanation might make others understand, but now there were no views left. I hoped we could all let go of this, but even if my explanation wasn't terrible, who would believe you anymore?

Her purpose in coming this time was to convince Ling Xiao of the sincerity behind the Huang Xue collaboration—if she fled, wouldn't that be going against everything?

On the other side, the giant crocodiles' eyes held fear. Normally, beasts weren't afraid of death—they had grown by trampling countless corpses—but at this moment, even they were afraid.

No problem. I, Zhang He, may not be strong, but I've lived in this Battle Spirit City for over ten years.

Mingri Nai turned her body to dodge, but suddenly lost her balance and fell to the ground with a sound of something snapping.

"Please, become my trump card!" Da Kong Dadi inserted the Ai Lei Wang card into the terminal.

Indeed, he had never imagined someone would act as recklessly as he did, nor had he imagined someone could be this unreasonable. In short, he was just frustrated.

"Don't rush, take your time—what trick did they pull on you?" Li Tianchen asked, while his illusory spirit quietly emerged, enveloping a radius of over ten miles.

"All mystical realms, submit at once—or be executed!" As soon as Chen Fan returned to Longmen, he issued this order.

Liu Lifeng was speechless. Seeing Zhuang Xiangqiu's expressionless face, he couldn't help but want to shout: Where the hell is your confidence?

"So, during this past week, the victim ate only takeout—what was the cause of death?" Xu Tian asked.

The thugs quickly fell silent. Luo Wei seemed friendly, but after years of mingling with him, they increasingly felt he was treacherous—crossing him brought no good end.

Starting several days later, every time a new server was added, Li Zheng Yi distributed accounts into the new server. As a professional merchant, he only shouted to sell gold and buy gear. Originally twenty accounts under Lei Ting were gradually split and dispersed—each server ended with only two, making treasure hunting impossible.

Another good piece of news: the two software experts mentioned by Ouyang Qing recently replied, fully agreeing to his request and saying they'd come to Tao Bao Tech to report soon.

After this warm-up match ended, the following days grew much quieter. Players shuttled daily between hotel and training ground for final preparations; meanwhile, fan numbers swelled—every time the Italian team appeared in public, wild cheers erupted.

Facing Park Ji-Sung's aggression, Italian right-back Panucci showed no fear and immediately charged forward.

The staff shadow flicked—Monkey swung again, smashing the Iron Sword, who had broken free from Yi Huoshe and was trying to flee.

This couldn't be described as another self—his perspective always hovered above, observing the body's actions like seeing oneself in a dream from a third-person viewpoint, utterly inscrutable.

But their record had always fluctuated; over thirty years had passed since their last Bundesliga title, yet no signs of revival appeared. This once peer of Bayern Munich was now a fallen tiger.

Yang Mumu gently nudged Lan Yixuan, but this time he was firm—he had already nearly let her become another man's wife; now seeing his childhood sweetheart, Lan Yixuan was flooded with jealousy.

Click-click-click sounds kept rising. Jin Zongyu couldn't even cry out; then, the wings suddenly snapped back—and in the next instant, countless feather blades pierced his back.

Leng Feixue's lips curled higher. Yes, it was Ouyang Yifeng who told her—but Ouyang Yifeng had merely hinted skillfully; she understood immediately. The Lan family was the top imperial merchant of Bei You, its wealthiest household—rich enough to rival a nation. Not squeezing him hard would be a betrayal of herself.

I calculated for a long time: Sister Wang Feng had great strength and heavy corpse qi; her dust whisk was brimming with malevolence. I took a deep breath and secretly activated the Three Corpses Worms inside her—but the move failed. The Three Corpses Worms inside Sister Wang Feng had long since been driven out by herself.

Han Zijī opened his eyes, looked at the person in his arms, frowned slightly, then reached out to smooth her brow.

Although Feng Gui was suspicious, his abilities were too weak to cause any real trouble—what could an ordinary person possibly do here?

From farther away came a rustling sound—dense, relentless. I turned and ran. The corpse leapt five meters with one thump, caught up with me in two steps.

In the past, even three days of infatuation couldn't hold out—I'd have returned to him obediently long ago.

Why hasn't he chased after me yet? If he doesn't come soon, I won't speak to him again! Leng Feixue kicked the flowerpot ahead in a huff—CRASH—the pot shattered on impact.

If Lü Tianming knew these two's thoughts, he'd spit blood—he'd been mistaken for someone from the Sword Sect.

For a moment, the entire arena fell into gloom. Old Bing's guilt deepened. One Five Elements Zombie was already catastrophic; adding another wouldn't be simple addition—it would multiply the consequences exponentially.

Hearing Ling Tianbai's words, the Ling family finally snapped to attention—they realized this wasn't the time for idle chatter. With primal energy surging, they all prepared to strike Ling Yu with full force; they refused to believe he could block their first attack and survive a second.

Zhang Xiaofeng sat at the dining table, listening to the occasional laughter beside him, gazing at the bright moon hanging outside the window.