Chapter 80: Teaching You the Meaning of Respect

As soon as these words were spoken, Chen Hui felt his heart sink into utter despair. Lin Yu’s provocation had completely pushed him into a place of no return; he knew that Li Xiaobao must now hate him to his core.

“Master Li…” Chen Hui made a final attempt at resistance. He feigned concern and hurried over.

More terrifying was the fact that he couldn’t discern which school of magic Xuan Tian belonged to; Xuan Tian wielded a jade flute, gleaming emerald green, indestructible. Whenever Chen Hui tried to approach, a splitting headache would seize him.

Seeing the guardians under his command respond to his incitement and promises, Xililik immediately spoke again, making further assurances.

So, to avoid losing the remittance slip, Tian Tian hurried downstairs to the security office. It really was a payment—thirty yuan for her manuscript.

Upon hearing Jiang Xuejuan’s words, Kemu’s eyes lit up. Watching Mu Xichen excitedly taking photos, he quickly followed after her.

After Tang Feng spoke, everyone except Wolf and Dulu, who continued to snicker, shook their heads to indicate their stance.

Those whose abilities were lacking had been uneasy, but upon hearing about the compensation their leader received, smiles blossomed across their faces.

Though his attributes were powerful, his skills had dwindled to a pitiful few. Leaving the Alliance of the Righteous had cost him nine skills in an instant; though painful, he felt not the slightest regret, for he knew that for some things, he could relinquish much.

“Thank you, Honored Lord… Could it be that you’ve visited Lunar Academy?” Qingfeng was startled once again. When had the Demon Lord entered Hell City? As his subordinate, he was entirely unaware.

Observing his men’s ‘the decision is yours’ expressions, the lead knight forced a smile, making polite chatter with Tang Feng.

Her family had only gone to the manor once. Autumn Tong would be married in early September, so, after some thought, she agreed.

The three-headed demon wolf, a creature of great intelligence, showed contempt at the prospect of contracting as a pet for such a novice human, disdain flashing in all six eyes as it repeatedly refused.

Silently approaching, Ji Chen still wore the arrogant air of a second-generation cultivator, directing the disciples of Demon Heaven Sect as they busied themselves.

The weather was fine today, the sun shining bright. Tang Baiyu, at Tang Anqing’s bidding, carried out the bedding to air it. Pu Yu burrowed in and out of the sun-warmed blankets. Thankfully, the wooden rack was sturdy; otherwise, it would never survive his endless antics.

The dean, whose actions had nearly sparked an international incident, murmured to himself as the freshmen assembled. That distinguished new student, facing the main house, lifted his chin ever so slightly—their gazes met through the binoculars.

With lowered eyes and obedience, Feng Wu followed behind Ling Ao, step by step, led by the disciple into the Green Emperor’s palace.

After calling out, he saw that Feng Wan remained silent and turned to look at her. What he met was Feng Wan’s furrowed brow, deep in thought.

Duo’er’s tone was unpleasant, and her glare was unfriendly, hoping he would take the hint and retreat.

A gentle and calm voice caused the students in the display area, their mentors, and the surrounding scholars to look up; the former broke into delighted smiles.

The arriving soldiers were all elite special forces. They knew Sun Yi and, upon approaching, saluted him—they were to escort him to the royal palace.

Clearly, Tong Ren was torn. The best opportunity was right before him, yet he had no idea how to choose.

The four disciples of Qingcheng were instantly flung backward. Some crashed into the wall, others plunged through the door. They flew out as whole bodies but landed in pieces, blood flowing everywhere.