The spirits of the eight long swords must be female; one glance is enough to tell that it's absolutely impossible to gather them all.
In fact, when Fang Zong returned, Li Xiaoran had no intention of choosing a spirit artifact. She only wanted to drive away all the spirit artifacts so she could go see Fang Zong. Therefore, the tornado she created was extremely powerful, and even Fang Zong could feel a chilling, threatening power emanating from it.
But this powerful tornado was forcibly broken apart...
“Stimulate, assist, and amplify…” Ma Xiaoling held a wisp of the Three Elements Earth Cauldron’s aura in her hand. It was only a small aura, but in her hand, it became dozens of times stronger, breaking through Li Xiaoran’s cold aura. She walked to Li Xiaoran’s side and looked at him.
Li Xiaoran was also staring at her.
"Are you Ah Zong's wife... no... girlfriend?" Ma Xiaoling asked quietly.
Li Xiaoran: "...No."
"oh."
"To be precise, Sophia is Ah Zong's girlfriend, and I am the other woman."
Hearing this, Ma Xiaoling, who was about to leave, immediately lost her serious expression. "A mistress?"
"It means a mistress, or a concubine."
Li Xiaoran's unusually earnest explanation made Fang Zong's face grow increasingly green, and Ma Xiaoling's expression also became quite interesting.
It took Ma Xiaoling a while to process Li Xiaoran's words. Her gaze towards Li Xiaoran became intimate, and she leaned in to whisper in her ear. Fang Zong overheard snippets of "okay," "great sister," and "united against outsiders," and a picture of a "backyard power struggle" involuntarily flashed through his mind. "Wait! What are you doing?" Fang Zong shouted. "Ma Xiaoling, get this straight, I have absolutely no relationship with you!"
"Yes, Master."
"Alright, you've acknowledged me as your master, but we have no other relationship!"
"Yes, Master."
Ma Xiaoling's attitude made Fang Zong feel like he had punched cotton. Then he saw Li Xiaoran stretch out eight snow-white arms, and Ma Xiaoling also took out her original peach wood sword.
"The Ice Soul Nine Thunder Nine Slash Peach Wood Sword is relatively fragile in its own body, but it can be used as an auxiliary weapon. It only needs to be attached to the user to amplify the attack nine times at the same time, which is enough for your Eight Arms Frost Sealing Blade, sister."
As Ma Xiaoling explained, she melted into a stream of water filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms, which adhered to Li Xiaoran's eight long swords...
"As expected, monogamy protects men!" The spirits had all found their users, and the scene quieted down immediately. Fang Zong, however, stood there, muttering to himself. "What are you all still doing? Those of you who haven't fused with spirits, protect others!" He shouted one last time, then led the ordinary people Murong Zhen and Wu Yongci into the interior of the school.
"Reporting to the headmaster..."
After being away for a while, Fang Zong noticed that the school's internal divisions had become more refined.
As he looked around, he discovered that there were now separate alchemy rooms, weapon-refining rooms, enlightenment rooms, and a spiritual herb garden. Even for the students' cultivation, three unique venues with extraordinary power had been created.
"Body Tempering Pool, Marrow Cleansing Pool, and Soul Nourishing Hall?" Fang Zong asked in surprise, "Is it really necessary to differentiate them so much?"
"Not all students have the extraordinary talent of a principal."
Wu Yongci respectfully reported: "Some students have very strong energy nodes, but they are blocked in their secular lives. They need to cleanse their marrow and tendons in the Marrow Cleansing Hall to restore their aptitude to its proper form. Some students have weaker physiques and need to temper their bodies. Some students are born with weak souls and cannot control the rapidly increasing energy. They must nourish their souls, which means increasing their mental strength. All of these require a lot of spiritual medicine. In addition to the ones produced in the Wilderness Underworld Village, the Ghost Killing Team has also provided us with quite a lot."
"Are you in charge of all of this?"
"Yes, I'm in charge of all the mundane affairs within the school, but I'm Teacher Murong in charge of external affairs."
"What about Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo... well, it's good enough that they don't make things worse for you."
Fang Zong rubbed his forehead in distress, thinking... even heroes can't resist the charms of beautiful women! He was also particularly surprised... "It's strange, why are all my confidantes either 'heroes' who can ride horses on long swords, or 'bombing weapons'? Can't I have a virtuous wife to help me out?"
Thinking this way, he suddenly found Wu Yongci quite pleasing to the eye.
"I never imagined that you, whom I recruited casually back then, would become my chief steward!"
Fang Zong praised loudly, patted Wu Yongci on the shoulder, then patted Murong Zhen on the shoulder, and asked with a smile, "How is the apprentice I found for you?"
"I'm almost done with my apprenticeship." Murong Zhen seemed quite satisfied.
"Almost?"
"Yes, it's just one step away, missing the phrase 'being able to take it and put it down'."
"You old bastard Murong, you always like to speak with hidden meaning!" Fang Zong laughed and scolded Murong Zhen. When he glanced at Wu Yongci, he noticed that Wu Yongci's expression changed rapidly. Thinking back to when he met Wu Yongci, he understood a little.
He thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly at Murong Zhen.
"He only needs to complete my task to graduate, which is both very simple and very difficult."
Murong Zhen understood Fang Zong's meaning. After arranging for Wu Yongci to go out to work, he poured Fang Zong a cup of tea and smiled as he explained the so-called 'mission': "My mission for him is to get rid of Han Die." Mentioning Han Die, his face turned cold, and he said directly, "Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman, and strategists can't resist the allure of women... I'm lucky to have a wise and capable wife like the Empress Dowager, but Yongci is unlucky to have met a very stupid slut. If Han Die isn't driven away, he will never be able to shoulder even the slightest responsibility."
"Not necessarily?" Fang Zong felt that Wu Yongci was already very good.
Murong Zhen thought for a moment and said, "Then let me put it another way. If we don't drive Han Die away, Yong Ci will die at Han Die's hands sooner or later."
Night falls, but Shancheng is even more bustling than during the day.
It's not uncommon for someone to single-handedly lead an entire city to prosperity, but none can match Fang Zong's abilities. The continuous expansion of Dragon Valley School consumed an unimaginable amount of money, boosting the economy of Shan City and making many people wealthy.
Bars, discos, Errenzhuan (a type of folk opera), and even nostalgic-style nightclubs have sprung up in large numbers, especially bars, which have become particularly lively among young people.
"He never spends time with me, all he cares about is that damn principal and teachers!"
Han Die sat at the bar drinking, next to a very handsome young man who listened to her with a concerned smile.
"Men need to earn money, and..."
The young man put down his glass: "Judging from your outfit, your 'him' treats you very well, doesn't he?"
"It's no use!" Han Die chuckled and patted the young man's chin. "You're still the one who's good to me, always keeping me company."
"I take the money."
The young man's expression turned cold: "You mean you want to use Wu Yongci's money to seduce other men?"
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