Others are still struggling, but I am just slacking off.

Meng Changlin signaled Wen Zexi to continue.

"He has great talent, but it's not that amazing. Did he have a fortuitous encounter?"

Wen Zexi stared at Meng Changlin, trying to find clues from his expression.

Meng Changlin looked at him quietly, and after a while, he chuckled.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Wen Zexi still maintained his smile, as if he didn't hear the choking words, and continued to ask.

"Is it related to Qianyushui or Qianyuting?"

"Is this what you came for? If you have nothing else to do, please leave!"

Meng Changlin now just wants to continue suppressing the heavenly fire in his body.

"I already know the answer, I'll leave first."

Wen Zexi nodded and left.

Qin Hao squinted his eyes and looked at the place where Wen Zexi disappeared, lost in thought. When he came to his senses, he saw Meng Changlin staring at him expressionlessly.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Dean? Hey, have you been able to fully control your Skyfire? It's much smaller than the last time you made that grimace. Hey, you still have a little bit of the handsomeness you had back then, so you're not so ugly anymore."

Qin Hao became more and more excited as he spoke, and his face moved closer and closer, carefully observing the heavenly fire on Meng Changlin's face.

Suddenly, he could no longer move his head forward. He retracted his gaze and looked at the index finger that was against his forehead. He stepped back with a smile and sat back in his original position.

"Dean, please say something! Don't let me do this alone. Tell me quietly, is what Old Wen said true?"

Meng Changlin continued to stare expressionlessly until Qin Hao felt his scalp tingling and then spoke.

"Come to me in a month. I have something to tell you."

Qin Hao knew that there would be no results today, but it didn’t matter. He was just curious and didn’t necessarily need an answer.

"Okay, then I'm leaving!"

After Qin Hao finished speaking, he sighed heavily, shook his head and walked away.

The three protagonists who were being explored by the two vice-presidents found the area containing the books they were interested in on the first floor of the library, picked up one of the jade slips, and opened it with their spiritual sense.

Qian Yushui was still looking at the talisman. If she could draw a quasi-god-level talisman, it would be easier for her to fight against the enemy in the future.

After the ninth level, all you have to do is to understand. After all, there are basically no god-level talisman masters, which means there is no so-called successful experience to rely on.

She is open to all, learns from others' strengths and makes up for her own weaknesses, absorbs the strengths of others, gathers ideas from all quarters, and then comprehends her own way, integrates it into talismans, and draws talismans that are unique to her.

She was wandering in the ocean of knowledge, unable to spare the slightest bit of her attention. She wished she could take out all of her clones to look at them together, but unfortunately she couldn't.

She didn't pay attention to the outside world, but everyone in the entire Cang Qiong Academy was paying attention to them.

Even though a month had passed, there were still countless people who deliberately passed by the library to attract their attention.

At first, I was curious about who they were because of their stunning looks.

After knowing that they were new teachers, they came to admire this pair of peerless geniuses, brother and sister.

Shang Huan also attracted attention, but everyone who should know and shouldn't know already knew that he was the grandson of Dean Meng. At least his background was clear to many people and it wasn't that far-fetched.

But Qian Yushui and Qian Yuting could not find any trace of them at all. It was as if they appeared out of thin air. It was extremely mysterious.

The most important thing is that these two are siblings, which makes many people want to find out the truth about the Qian family.

Fortunately, the library has a rule that prohibits communicating and making noise.

Otherwise, the library would have turned into a market place and was extremely bustling.

Shang Huan was awakened several times by the sound of something swaying in front of him, but when he looked at the Qian brothers and sisters who were immersed in their studies, he closed his ears and continued studying.

The lively scene did not ease up until a month later.

At the same time, a secret message was spreading among the late Daluo Golden Immortals.

One year later, a special auction will be held in the Treasure Pavilion in the Central Region, Central City.

To be eligible to participate in this auction, one must be in the late stage of Daluo Jinxian.

The auction was hosted by Meng Changlin, the president of Cang Qiong Academy and one of the only two demigods in Cang Qiong Continent.

Do not cause any trouble during the auction, otherwise you will be hunted down by the demigod Meng Changlin himself.

No matter who heard the news, they understood how important this auction was.

This is a peak meeting of top-level strengths.

By the time Qian Yushui finished reading the part about talismans, four months had passed, and he went on to continue reading the part about formations.

The formation part took more time, and it took a full five months to complete.

She stretched and didn't plan to continue watching. She thought about going back to digest it first.

After searching for a while but couldn't find Shang Huan and Qian Yuting, he took out the fairy jade and checked the messages.

Shang Huan has returned to the dormitory, and Qian Yuting is on the second floor.

I left a message for the two of them and headed towards the dormitory.

As I was walking, I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have forgotten to do something very important, and I slapped my head hard.

He returned to the dormitory with a grim look on his face, and sighed when he remembered what he had forgotten.

Forget it, there’s no rush at this moment.

Enter the exquisite space, walk into the time formation, close your eyes and digest what you have seen in the past nine months.

It took a whole year to master it.

Then I drew the ninth-level immortal talisman. Now it was smoother than before and I could finish it in one go.

After finishing drawing on the ninth-grade talisman paper that he bought last time, Qian Yushui was very satisfied looking at the stack of ninth-grade top-quality immortal talismans.

Then refine the ninth-level immortal formation.

They also waited until all the materials were refined before stopping. Forty years had already passed in the space.

She wanted to be in the best condition to refine the quasi-god-level talisman and use her best stress-relieving method - sleeping.

This sleep lasted another ten years.

He stretched himself, crawled to the table, and took out the quasi-god-level talisman paper and pen, and the specially made talisman ink.

She spread out the talisman paper, picked up the talisman brush, dipped it in talisman ink, and let her mind go. She planned to draw a quasi-god-level defensive talisman.

She didn't know what the quasi-god level was, and she didn't even have the cultivation to reach the quasi-god level, so she didn't know how to do it, but she just wanted to draw a fairy talisman based on her intuition.

Soon you enter a mysterious realm, where there are no turbulent floods, no towering mountains to look up to, only tranquility.

Blue sky, white clouds, grassland, a rocking chair, and a person.

"She" closed her eyes, lying in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth.

The breeze caressed her cheek like a baby, and a few strands of long hair were gently lifted, making her feel drowsy.

The years are quiet and time flies.

As the baby gradually grew into a toddler, "she" frowned slightly and felt a little cold all over.

But "she" still did not open her eyes and continued to shake gently.

As the child grows older, he becomes more and more naughty and wants to pull "her" to play with him, but his strength is too weak and "she" remains motionless.

The child did not cry, but just left "her" to find a new playmate without looking back.

Year by year.

The child came back, but he was no longer the child he once was. He had grown into a teenager.

He traveled all over the grassland and went to the sky, wanting to make friends with the blue sky.

But the blue sky was too far away. He called out to it with all his might, but there was no response.

Suddenly he saw white clouds in the sky. He flew towards the clouds, but the clouds were running faster.

Exhausted, he fell from mid-air and returned to the ground. Looking at the green grass that was tightly hugging him, his tired body finally let out a happy laugh.

The only sounds in the whole world were his cheers and the laughter of the green grass.

He laughed more and more wantonly, he didn't know that the grass was fragile and it screamed in fear.