Chapter Ninety-Two: The Taoist Took on the Role of Class Cadre

Whether in the running of a company or the management of a school class, there must always be a central pillar.

Such a pillar depends on being irreplaceable. Anyone could handle class management, but Lin Mengqiu’s grades and authority were things no other student could take her place in.

Fortunately, Lin Mengqiu did not continue insisting on resigning, and only then did Teacher Liang at the lectern finally relax.

The class meeting went on.

Looking back at the blackboard, there was already more written there.

After hearing Taiyi’s words, Di Jun fell silent. He was no fool; of course he understood, and by then, Di Jun had been moved.

“Everyone, there’s no need to worry... This poor Daoist has found a good place for my disciple...” Qingfeng said, pointing at the eerie garment that carried them all.

For example, An Xiaomeng had already found her own fate star, surpassed the tribulation stage, and later successfully broke through into the star realm.

“Anyway, I don’t care. If you don’t give me the quota, I’m not leaving,” the old man said stubbornly. Seeing that Han Xijian would not listen to him at all, he simply turned his head away and no longer bothered with him.

While Zhou Qing enjoyed the quiet over here, those who had come to Mount Huilong to settle accounts with him were all living in fear.

Moreover, the process of change was even swifter than it had been a few days earlier, appearing without the slightest warning, making it even harder for Huang Huan to deal with.

“You were showing off your might just now. Fine, now your comeuppance has arrived,” Black Claw said with folded arms and a cold sneer.

That figure was a giant construct formed entirely of ice, faintly bearing a few resemblances to Shang Yang’s appearance. He held a colossal ice spear, towering at a full ten zhang in size. From afar, he looked like a humanoid mountain of ice.

“A court official from the capital, all the way out here on this borderland in the northern desert, and he can still gain a foothold and even grow more and more prominent?” Dongfang Han snorted.

When that man was marveling in astonishment, Zhao Hao did not bother with any pretense either, and publicly unfurled the Chart of Destiny and the Heavenly Eye.

Accompanied by Ningmo, the mage strode toward the palace gates. As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Qing Shuang standing at the foot of the steps, dressed in a moon-white pleated gown, both hands lightly holding a delicate silver incense box inlaid with bright red agate, her head slightly bowed and her eyes lowered.

Facing the chains of light, all three Thai inheritors reacted at once. The two at the lower Great Completion stage swiftly stepped forward to shield the sole inheritor at the early intermediate stage behind them, and dozens of earthy-yellow spiritual patterns flickered across their bodies.

Luo Sen withdrew his gaze. As the chains of light, wreathed in golden flames, lashed out and wiped out all the black demon dog bats that tried to approach, his expression shifted slightly and his eyes turned toward the north side of the city.

After that, Commander Wei seemed guided by ghosts and gods as he ordered the forces to withdraw south from Dingxiang, leaving the troops of the forward, center, rear, and right strongbow armies split apart to garrison Yunzhong, Yanmen, Dingxiang, and other places.

And now, after suffering such a heavy blow, the entire ship had been shattered. It was on the verge of total destruction.

It was a low-rank, early-stage silverglow dragonfish. Its vitality was astonishingly strong; even deprived of the nourishment of seawater, it could still survive for several days.

“The meals in the estate don’t suit your taste? Why did you come here to eat instead?” Yun Ruoyang raised an eyebrow and curved his lips. His handsome face looked refined and elegant in the red glow of the setting sun.

“Mother-in-law, rest assured. If Her Highness wants some peace and quiet, then moving into the Hall of Pure Harmony is indeed not a bad idea. I will be fine,” Qing Shuang replied softly, while sending Grandma Gao a reassuring look.

After Kong Lou copied the data of the Kinkonmaru, he also discovered that it actually possessed a trait similar to that of the Crimson Princess: depending on the release incantation, it could take on different forms, though not with such endless variety.

Kante’s election was basically beyond dispute. His performances at Chelsea had been plain for all to see. Chelsea’s long reign at the top, flying far ahead of the pack and storming into the FA Cup final, owed much to Kante’s contributions.

It was Ji Yao. At that moment, she appeared together with the middle-aged man beside her. She did not even look at the others, only stared at Han Lang and said with utter seriousness.