Third Cultivation University Is Fucking Cursed!

A meteorite fell from the heavens, crushing all of Third Cultivation University's upper management to death.

The impact had been deafening; even if the students had not wanted to pay attention, they had no choice.

Thick smoke billowed upward, firelight flickering within it.

What had happened?

Holy shit?

The students who poked their heads out to look toward the center of the square could not help crying out in alarm.

It smelled so good.

Who the hell was barbecuing at a time like this?

Countless students headed toward the center of the square. Looking at the massive meteorite, someone suggested calling the school leaders.

"It smells so good. Is someone barbecuing here? Cough, cough, cough."

"Who knows? Such a huge rock actually fell down. Is the feng shui at our Third Cultivation University bad or something?"

"Now that you mention it, it really is. So many people died before, and now there's even a meteorite."

"Good thing I'm a senior and about to graduate. Fuck, I can't stay at this shitty school for another second."

"By the way, why haven't the principal and the others come yet? Something this huge happened, yet none of them have shown up."

"Exactly. They're nowhere near as good as Old Zhao was. Sigh."

The students waited there for a long time, but nothing came of it.

The students who had gone to look for the school leaders also found nothing.

None of them were there.

They could not possibly have flown away, could they?

Some students cursed under their breath, deeply dissatisfied with the school leadership.

But just then.

One student suddenly hesitated and picked up a storage ring from the ground...

This thing...

It looked fucking familiar.

"This looks like the Director of Internal Affairs' ring."

"I recognize this scrap of fabric too.