I Have A Cultivation World

“Junior, if there’s any way I can help in the future, don’t hesitate to contact me.”

After flying out of the tunnel, Mi Yudao looked at him with awe, then bid farewell and left.

Chen Mobai laughed and said goodbye to him, then took the satisfyingly fruitful Ming Yuhua and flew away from the back mountain.

“Brother, thank you.”

Holding the Mysterious Yang Cauldron, Ming Yuhua was completely satisfied. He hadn’t expected his first visit to the Treasure Trove would yield such a precious magic artifact.

“There is no need for formalities between us.”

The two separated on campus, with Ming Yuhua still living in the campus dormitory.

Chen Mobai returned to the small wooden house he was renting.

Having given Ming Yuhua a Mysterious Yang Cauldron, ensuring he would spend a long time on treasure appraisal and refining incantations, and wouldn’t bother him again about going to the Treasure Trove, Chen Mobai intentionally adjusted his flying light to its brightest setting as he flew home.

There was even a breaking sound accompanying the flight, to notify his neighbor Meng Huang, that he was back.

Upon returning to the small wooden house, Chen Mobai waited about half an hour before taking out his phone and tentatively sent a very direct message.

“Can I hear you sing?”

…

The Student Association.

Hua Zijing and the others sat in the previous meeting room, the atmosphere was extraordinarily gloomy and depressing.

“Vice President, I suddenly remembered that it’s been a while since I went home. I suddenly want to go back this year.”

Yuan Jinjun carefully said to Hua Zijing.

“Going home? Hmm, you heard that the little junior is also participating in the exchange event, scared to be in the same team, right?”

Hua Zijing sneered and saw through Yuan Jinjun’s careful thinking.

The exchange meeting of the Crimson City Cave Sky University Alliance is always organized by the student associations of all participating universities. Hua Zijing has been in charge of this for three consecutive years. Yuan Jinjun is responsible for liaising with Pure Yang Academy and is always enthusiastic about this.

Because the students of the Dance Tool Dao Academy are always highly esteemed in the exchange meetings.

After all, they are young and enjoy being looked up to and admired by others.

But after Yuan Jinjun heard that Chen Mobai would also be participating this year, he thought it would be better to avoid the limelight and suddenly started to miss home.

“Alas, the fundamental error is mine. Over the past few years, as the vice president of the student association, I’ve been so arrogant and complacent that I can’t admit that someone is superior to me in the Art of Spiritual Eyes. So I caused this, and I am willing to resign.”

At this time, Ming Yu suddenly spoke, and everyone was shocked.

“I can’t make the decision. When the president arrives, you can tell him yourself.”

Although Hua Zijing didn’t like the arrogant Mingyu on ordinary days, when he heard that this long-time colleague was about to leave, he was a little bit emotional.

“No need. I have heard.”

Suddenly, a heavy voice sounded.

Everyone in the meeting room heard it and looked overjoyed, then a tall young man dressed in a Red and Black Robe appeared at the end of the table.

“President.”

…

Night time.

Chen Mobai was discussing music styles with Meng Huang, just about to persuade her to sing a few lines, when a call came in and hijacked the chat app.

It was Hua Zijing who called.

[Really annoying, especially at this time.]

But Chen Mobai still patiently answered, without any small talk, Hua Zijing represented Zuo Qiushi in challenging him to a duel.

“Alright, wait for me!”

After grinding his teeth and saying this, Chen Mobai sent an apologetic voice message to Meng Huang.

“You moisten your throat first, I’m going to have a duel with Zuo Qiushi, I’ll come back soon to hear your singing.”

In the villa on the hilltop, Meng Huang who had just heard this voice message opened her eyes wide.

She naturally knew who Zuo Qiushi was!