Rummaging Through Trash Heaps? Being Able to Rummage Through Trash Heaps While Doing Archaeology Is Already Very Fortunate!

What... what?

You brought a house?

The professors stared at Shen Le as if he were some kind of monster. Their gazes swept around him, scanning in front of him, behind him, to his left and right, before they craned their necks to look around.

Who brought a house with them when they went out?

An inflatable one?

Even an inflatable one couldn't fit this many people!

"I'm guessing he brought one of those camping tents from Harry Potter, with an Extension Charm on it."

"Not necessarily. It could also be one of those tiny houses refined by immortals in Legend of the Swordsmen of Mount Shu... It looks like a tiny lump, but once thrown out, it turns into a building several stories tall..."

Seven or eight steps behind them, two students huddled at the back of the crowd, whispering to each other. Professor Yu turned around and shot them a fierce glare.

At this distance, how was that any different from talking about him to his face?

Could you show a little manners?

He's a cultivator. Don't think he can't hear you just because you're hiding behind someone else!

The Special Affairs Bureau guys, on the other hand, remained calm and unsurprised. They merely stared eagerly at Shen Le.

That was right. Everyone who had come on this mission with Shen Le had received information about his abilities beforehand. They all knew exactly what he could do.

Their physical training was intense, and they climbed all sorts of barren mountains and wildernesses on a regular basis. They had plenty of experience with it, so today's amount of exercise was nowhere near enough to knock them flat—

But if they could enjoy comfort, who would choose hardship? If they could sleep in a room right where they were, who