Even before winter has arrived, a certain place in Shancheng is already bitterly cold.
Li Xiaoran stood high in the sky, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon—an ability that no human warrior could possibly possess. Yet, no one in Dragon Valley School seemed surprised at all. Students, teachers, and counselors looked up and saw countless seven-colored light spots surging towards them, like a waterfall of the sea, being absorbed by Li Xiaoran's eight snow-white arms.
"The principal's wife is amazing! She absorbed more energy in one minute than I did in all my life."
"Shh! You dare call her that... I wonder which fool gave the Eight-Armed Rakshasa such a nickname. The boss's wife is called 'Boss's Wife,' so can the principal's wife be called 'Principal's Wife'? If I find out who it is... I'll definitely tell on them, and that person is dead!"
"This... I actually know who it is."
"who?"
"Mrs. Wu".
"Well……"
Teacher Wu refers to Wu Yongci. Originally just a tutor, he was valued by Fang Zong and sent to Murong Zhen as his apprentice. This person absorbed all the knowledge that Murong Zhen possessed with a fervent passion. A few days ago, he schemed against Murong Zhen, and Murong Zhen laughed and assigned him a graduation task. As long as he completed the task, he could become a teacher at Dragon Valley School, with an annual salary of tens of millions and immense power.
As for 'Teacher Wu's wife', it refers to Wu Yongci's girlfriend, Han Die, a young girl who is completely useless in Dragon Nest but has a rather detached status.
As an ordinary person, she was tolerated by many people, so she was also the only one with whom she could make lighthearted jokes.
"Ah Die, don't make jokes about the principal anymore." Wu Yongci gently warned Han Die as he passed by.
It might sound a bit vulgar to say that Han Die is adorned with gold and silver, because the bracelets, earrings, and necklaces she wears are all of extraordinary quality, which shows how much Wu Yongci dotes on her. The snow-white, luxurious fox fur cloak she wears is the kind that Li Xiaoran wears for fun when he is cultivating.
"It's so cold," Han Die pulled her cloak tighter, looked up at the sky, and muttered unhappily, "That Eight-Armed Rakshasa makes the school so cold every time he cultivates. Yongci, Yongci, let's not stay in school anymore, will you come out and play with me?" Seeing that Wu Yongci's expression was not right, she quickly said, "Okay, okay, I know, I won't joke about the principal anymore, and I won't talk about Li Xiaoran anymore."
"You know that everything we have was given to us by the principal."
Wu Yongci reiterated his point, while Han Die seemed completely unconcerned.
"Everything... given by others?" Han Die thought Wu Yongci was so low-class and uncouth. As a modern person, who still remembers things like 'gratitude for being recognized'? She thought Wu Yongci was already very capable, having even outmaneuvered Murong Zhen, the number one strategist in the Eastern Kingdom—such a capable boyfriend should be treated as an honored guest wherever he goes, so why does he have to be a junior at Dragon Valley School?
"I don't want to think about it anymore!" Han Die grabbed Wu Yongci's arm and giggled, "Want to go out and have some fun with me?"
"for a while?"
"A month! You should talk to Murong Zhen and ask for a month-long vacation. He'll definitely give it to you!"
"A month is too long, can three days be okay?"
Wu Yongci said helplessly, "Danger lurks in every part of our Eastern Kingdom. Battles between ghosts and generals, or gods and monsters, can break out at any time. This has greatly damaged the Eastern Kingdom's fortune. We want to take the struggle abroad... Ah Die, I really can't leave now. Three days is my limit."
"You've never spent time with me..."
“But I’ve been spending a lot of time with you, and you promised me you’d give me three years to study. It hasn’t even been a year yet. How about this, give me a year, okay? Once our country gets through this difficult time, I’ll definitely take a long vacation to be with you.”
"Tch, who cares!"
Han Die skipped away, and Wu Yongci wanted to chase after her, but he stopped and let out a deep, white breath. "Ah Die, you really... won't give me a year?" he said softly, expanding his chest on the spot, then tearing at his face until he finally managed a smile, and started squatting with the students on the playground.
Murong Zhen had taught him that a good strategist needs not only a brilliant mind but also a strong physique. He had been striving to achieve this, almost obsessively, and today was no exception.
And today is special, it's the day the principal returns...
"Look, it's an airplane!"
"Tch, what's so special about airplanes... Wait, it's the principal's airplane!"
A rumbling sound came from the sky, and the students immediately lost their interest in cultivation. Led by Wu Yongci and others, they headed towards the airport runway inside the school. The passenger plane quickly taxied to a stop, the overpass extended, and many 'people' slowly disembarked.
"They are all artifact spirits, more than a hundred artifact spirits!"
"Our oldest palace in the Eastern Kingdom, Tianshui Palace, has only accumulated a dozen or so magical artifacts, and less than ten of them have spirits. The principal brought back so many magical artifacts in one trip!"
"Wow! Those artifact spirits have... so many treasures, treasures used for cultivation! The principal is truly the principal!"
When Fang Zong returned, the scene was naturally grand, but there was no hypocritical "welcome, welcome, warm welcome" or children holding flowers. There were only sincere smiles and hundreds or thousands of young faces that were shedding their childishness and becoming much more mature.
As soon as Fang Zong came out, they swarmed around him...
"A bunch of brats, trying to squeeze me into a meat patty!"
Fang Zong laughed and disappeared instantly, reappearing in front of Li Xiaoran, Wu Yongci, and the others.
The students ran back laughing, only to be swept into balls by the spirits' hands. The spirits touched this one, pinched that one, and began choosing their users. Several of the most powerful and intelligent spirits followed Fang Zong, grabbing Li Xiaoran and the others and trying to snatch them away.
"Your name is Xue Nuo, right? Do you have any magical artifacts? How about I become your magical artifact?"
"Lin Qiaoyu, the spirit ghost? You're perfect for me, and I'm perfect for you. Choose me!"
"Old Sixth Brother Sun, you like tobacco pipes, don't you? My true form is a tobacco pipe!"
The spirits began to display themselves, and their appearance surprised even the taciturn Lin Qiaoyu. They knew that magical artifacts were rare, and high-level magical artifacts with spirits were even rarer. Who would have thought that there would be a day when they could choose freely?
"I want eight long swords, and I require female spirits. Men... get lost!"
Li Xiaoran only had his teammates on his mind and was impatient with the situation, so he spoke up directly.
Accompanying the chilling sound was a terrifying tornado swirling with snow and light, but from within the raging tornado, a slender figure slowly emerged.
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