The Counselor

After a moment of silence, a thought flashed through Hongyi's mind, and he slammed his hand on the table, saying, "That's right, perhaps we can broaden our horizons a bit. Don't just stick to your own little corner of the world. Human Race probably won't dare hire you anymore, but there are other intelligent beings in the world besides Demon Race. Don't forget about the demon race. They definitely have some daring ones there. Not to mention, their beliefs and ways of thinking are different. Human Race superstitions probably won't resonate with the Demon Race."

"The Demon Race..." Qingyan at the floating tea leaves for a moment in silence, then conceded, "Fine, I don't have the right to be picky anymore. Demon Race it Demon Race. Professional assassins shouldn't care about the identity of their employers. Let alone a demon, even if it's a Monkey, as long as it pays, I can kill the monkey king for it and put it on the throne."

"Since that's the case, then it's settled. I'll try to contact the Demon Race and find opportunities for cooperation. I'm sure they'll be very interested. The Demon Race hiring Human Race assassins might be the first time in history."

"I hope this isn't the last time," Hongyi thought to himself, as he downed the tea in one gulp.

Xing Daozhuang spread his five fingers, and five streams of profound thunder energy spread out, landing in every corner of the room, forming a five-element array to seal off the aura and prevent outsiders from probing.

After a while, a graceful figure silently entered the room, pulled down her veil, and revealed a flawless and peerless face—it was the Moth Emperor.

"Did the Demon Race agree?" Xing Daozhuang asked.

"Of course, this is a win-win situation. Even if someone who can become Demon King isn't very smart, he can't be that stupid either."

Xing Daozhuang sensed the displeasure in Moth Emperor's tone and asked, "What's wrong? Have you been given a hard time?"

"It's not exactly making things difficult, but without strong backing, a lone wolf will ultimately not be taken seriously," the Moth Emperor sneered. "Besides, they don't seem to intend to acknowledge my Demon Race identity."

Xing Daozhuang remained silent. The Moth Emperor was originally Demon Race, but the Moth Emperor before him was not her true form. Instead, it was an Anomalies creature born from the distortion of the Moth Emperor's corpse by Power of Anomalies. It seemed to be a mixture of Demon Race and Monster Race, but just as humans would not acknowledge that zombies belonged to the Human Race, the Demon Race clearly did not intend to recognize the Moth Emperor's identity.

Is the Anomalies born from the Moth Emperor's corpse the same consciousness as the Moth Emperor herself?

Xing Daozhuang could not answer this question. He was Monster Race born from nothingness and did not understand the thoughts of Monster Race like the Moth Emperor. It seemed that only the Moth Emperor herself knew the answer.

"A Nascent Spirit Transformation without a nationality speaks with less confidence than one backed by a nation. Only you and I remain among the Monster Race of the Sea Continent, and I cannot remain in the open. It's normal for you, all alone, to be looked down upon; there's no need to worry about others' opinions."

"I understand, that's also the purpose of our operation. As long as we can rescue a large number of our compatriots, we can find a place to settle down and gradually develop our economy."

Xing Daozhuang cautioned, "With the Demon Race's consent, this operation is already half successful, but you still need to be careful. Under the suppression of the Eternal Barrier, even the King of Monsters is not immortal."

"The Eternal Barrier..." the Moth Emperor sneered, "It's because of its existence that the Sea Continent is no longer able to give birth to Anomalies. Even without the Remote Heaven Society, we still have to find a way to destroy it."

"Take it one step at a time, don't be impatient. It's precisely because our people have so few survivors that we need to cherish every bit of usable strength." Xing Daozhuang took out a slip of paper and handed it to the other party. "This is the contact information for an assassin organization that has infiltrated Nation of Valor, which I specially collected. If you don't have any people at your disposal, you might as well hire them. They're a bunch of money-grubbing bastards."

The Moth Emperor did not refuse. "I understand."

After accepting the note, he put on a hood and quietly left.

Xing Daozhuang removed the Five Elements Barrier and murmured, "Without an organization, even someone as powerful as you will be looked down upon..."

Chapter 636 Counselor

"Si, I know you're an exchange student and don't need to worry about our school's evaluation, but you can't skip every class."

Si Ming sized up the woman standing at the door of his dormitory. She had an oval face, thin lips, bright eyes, a tall and slender figure, long limbs, and a rather heroic air. Her long legs were particularly eye-catching. Although she couldn't be described as stunningly beautiful, she would be a beauty anywhere.

"Um... who are you?"

Si Ming scratched his head. He had recently become so engrossed in cultivation that he couldn't extricate himself. The rapid increase in his Internal Cultivation brought him endless satisfaction, so his mind was now filled with all sorts of Cultivation Method Mnemonic.

The woman raised her eyebrows for a moment, seemingly about to get angry, but quickly regained her composure and said, "Look, this is the consequence of you consistently skipping classes. You don't even know the counselor you're assigned to. I don't know your attitude towards this exchange program—maybe you're unwilling, maybe you think it's no big deal—but since you're already here, you should cherish this opportunity, broaden your horizons, and enrich your experiences. That's how you take responsibility for your own life."

"Excuse me... what is your surname, classmate?"

Si Ming was a little confused, but a beautiful woman suddenly came to knock on the door early in the morning, and after opening the door, she gave him a lecture on life. Anyone would be confused in that situation.

"I've already told you I'm a counselor, not a student," the pretty counselor sighed helplessly, then introduced herself, "My surname is Xin, and my given name is Jia. But what I call myself isn't important. What's important is that you can't keep wasting your life like this. I don't expect you to attend every class, but at least go out and see the world more often, even just to stroll around the streets. Don't always stay in your dorm."

Some people might find this kind of lecturing annoying. Who are you to me? What right do you have to tell me what to do with my life? But Si Ming has always liked people with this kind of serious personality. A complete stranger coming to your door to advise you, whether out of concern or a sense of responsibility, is a commendable act. No one else would care about your life or death; the most common approach is to avoid trouble.

For example, when he was an exchange student in France, nobody paid any attention to him; he was treated like he didn't exist. Of course, this is also the difference between the Military School and the Legalist School. The Military School care more about the collective, emphasizing discipline and unity, while the Legalist School allow you to do whatever you want as long as you don't break the law, emphasizing that everyone should mind their own business.

However, Si Ming later heard that many of his classmates were caught up in the chaos when the puppet emperor issued his decree to eliminate the nobility. There were countless injured and more than a dozen unfortunate souls who lost their lives. If Si Ming had known them, he would most likely have helped them. But since they weren't even acquaintances, Si Ming completely forgot his status as an exchange student and never thought of helping. To him, France university students were no different from innocent civilians on the street.

Si Ming didn't give a firm refusal. He saw a resemblance to his class monitor, Murong Qing, in the other person. Even if he liked Murong Qing because of Murong Qing, he couldn't bring himself to speak ill of her. So, after a moment's thought, he explained, "Actually, I did go out, but I got up early that day and came back late, so no one else knew."

Xin Jia's expression softened considerably. She did mean well, but she wasn't the kind of person who would fawn over someone who wouldn't appreciate it. If the other party didn't appreciate it, she wouldn't pester them; she would simply turn around and leave, never to ask again.

In fact, before she arrived, some friends advised her not to meddle and to let the exchange student fend for himself. However, she felt that since she had taken on the role of counselor, she should fulfill her responsibilities. It was one thing for the other person to give up on himself, but it was another matter whether she had done her job properly. She felt she should at least go and check on him.

Now that the other party has offered an explanation, it proves that her approach was effective. So she earnestly advised, "Even if we assume you're telling the truth, you've been at school for almost ten days and only went out for one day. That frequency is problematic in itself. Not to mention, you've been at school for so long and haven't even seen any of your classmates. That's a bit exaggerated. Maybe you feel that since you're from abroad, you'll eventually part ways with your classmates and may never see them again, so knowing them or not doesn't matter much. But I think it's always a good thing to make more friends."

Si Ming felt ashamed because he didn't recognize his classmates from Sun Wu University, and he couldn't even remember the names of several of his classmates from Linked Mountains University. He could only recognize them by their faces.

"Counselor, actually I wasn't playing in my room, I was cultivating. I recently broke through a bottleneck in martial arts."

Xin Jia nodded and said, "If you've just broken through a bottleneck, you should indeed cherish the opportunity, but your timing is terrible. It's easy for you to leave people with an arrogant impression."

Si Ming felt he was truly arrogant because he didn't care at all about the opinions of those so-called "classmates." However, it was better to keep such thoughts to himself than to say them aloud and offend people. Even if he didn't care, there was no need to make enemies, especially since a beautiful woman had come to persuade him personally—being pretty certainly gave him an advantage.

"How about... I get the class to throw you a welcome party, a way to greet you and wash you off your travels?" Xin Jia suggested.

Si Ming quickly stopped him, saying, "Please don't! You just said it yourself, my timing for cultivation was terrible, and I'm afraid it has already left a bad impression on my classmates. In this situation, asking them to hold a welcome party for me will only backfire. Nobody wants to force a smile to welcome someone they dislike."

"What you said makes sense. So what do you plan to do?"

"I doubt you'd agree to me staying cooped up in my dorm any longer. So let me go to class as usual. I'll just say hello when I see you. Speaking of which, I'm quite interested in your Nation of Valor courses."

Xin Jia thought for a moment and agreed, "That's fine, as long as you don't stay in the dorm all the time. I'll feel much more at ease if you come out for some fresh air occasionally. I'm really worried that something might happen to you; there was an incident like that before..."

Intrigued, Si Ming asked, "Could there have been a murder before? The body was already rotting when you opened the door?"

"No, but it did startle the person who opened the door..." Xin Jia said vaguely, offering a few perfunctory words in an attempt to gloss over the matter.

Intrigued, Si Ming wasn't going to be easily fooled and pressed for details. "What exactly happened?"