Chapter 32: On Employees’ Professional Conduct

"It’s true what they say: birds of a feather flock together! No wonder you don't find them off-putting; they are just like you," Aunt Wang said, patting Fu Xiaoxiao comfortingly.

"I suppose it is fate. That’s why I wouldn't dream of demanding their obedience with a maternal attitude. Both children are sensible; in the few days I’ve been here, they’ve helped me quite a bit." Fu Xiaoxiao shook her head. It was the original owner who had been pitiful, not her; she had never once felt sorry for herself.

It was merely a difference in their starting points in life.

"Speak up, what is it you need my help with?" Lin Lei knew that since Yi Yang looked embarrassed, his guess must be right—the man had another agenda.

Mo Dingying was naturally overjoyed. The two had been brothers in the past, and now the God of War was the strongest soldier under his command. If he couldn't even reach the ninth rank, that would be a joke. Therefore, the God of War achieving that rank was exactly what he had hoped for. Furthermore, he believed that if not for the tournament format, several other members of the War Dragon unit could have reached the ninth rank as well.

The crowd was completely captivated by this frantic clash. They stared with unblinking eyes. Let alone them, even the Great Elder, who was usually as calm as still water and carried a peaceful smile, was now focused intently. The other eight academy administrators had eyes flashing with golden light, eagerly awaiting the outcome of the collision.

"Didn't he have plenty of tricks up his sleeve earlier? How is he out of options so quickly?" some wondered.

But he refrained. It was precisely because he knew these people would eventually become part of the Temple of Gods and serve its cause that he did not strike.

Zheng Xue saw this scene as well. She furrowed her brows, tilting her body slightly to look at Tongtong.

The firecracker-like crackling had ceased. His fingers slowly unfurled, each joint splaying out like the talons of an eagle.

The changes in his body grew more intense. Yi Yang sat cross-legged; he had to be on high alert now, in case an accident occurred.

Li Hao stood up, shook hands politely with Qian Zuoning, and then invited him and Yu Lu to sit on the sofa to briefly discuss the signing of the agreement regarding this matter.

His gaze shifted slightly, taking in the expressions of the few people at the head of the valley gathered below the great hall. On the main throne, the silver-haired elder leaning on a dragon-headed cane coughed softly and pressed his hand down in the air. The faint chatter in the hall instantly vanished, and he turned to look kindly at a stiff-faced man below.

However, if a member of the Celestial Clan were truly by their side at all times, keeping a constant watch on them, the feeling would be far from comfortable.

Therefore, the homeroom teacher arranged for Chenxi to oversee their cleaning duties. Chenxi was well-liked and served as the class monitor; whoever she assigned to clean, they would do so, always being incredibly obedient.

This Xia Lian was simply too arrogant. It was hard to imagine how spoiled she must have been at home.

In truth, everyone knew that Du Guirong was deliberately framing Jiang Yun. But even if they wanted to stand up and speak a word of justice for him, the thought of the Hundred Herb Hall’s background—especially the Luo family standing behind it—left them daring to be angry but afraid to speak.

The demonic energy transformed directly into a massive star, and under his control, it plummeted violently toward Lin Yan. Although it was formed of demonic energy, in the eyes of the onlookers, it seemed like a genuine celestial body.

"Damn it! I was thinking that even if I die, I'll be a hero again in eighteen years, but how could I forget about preserving my soul... It's over, it's over, I'm done for this time!" Lin Tiancheng said in despair.

As for Anyun’s words, let alone Mo Fan, even the people around them were confused. You were the one who took the initiative to say you wanted to join, but now that you've been accepted, you aren't staying—what kind of logic is that?

The soul spring, which spanned a hundred zhang, lasted only five days before it was completely absorbed by Jiang Yun, forcing him to seek out the Three-Phase Beast once again.

Following that, new sequences of information continuously surfaced in Lin Xin’s mind, all of them powerful divine arts based on the Qingyuan Technique.