e, so he wants to borrow some elites from your Order." Zheng Ze said."Elite... We, the Order, would call a mage elite if they were at least four stars. But judging by my understanding of Huixu, he def...The Immortal King fell silent for a moment, then said, "A good plan... If we can get them all to that location, I could bury them alive without even needing to incite them to fight."

The flesh of a martial artist can withstand three times the amount of damage that ordinary people's flesh can.

If the plan is successful, progress in rebuilding a physical body will accelerate significantly.

Besides the way I mentioned before, I will find more powerful warriors willing to join our Immortal clan for the King, even influential figures. the woman said.

"Do as you say, and let me know if you need anything. I'll be happy to help." The Undying King said solemnly.

"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty," the woman said, bowing her head to the ground.

……

After Gao Yang and the others left, Fang Yu returned to his room.

After washing up, Fang Yu sat at his desk, took out the Kongling Ring and the transmission talisman, and pondered how to embed the transmission formula into the Kongling Ring.

This is not a fantasy, but something that can be truly accomplished.

The process of forging each artifact is the process of imbuing it with spells.

However, for the most part, talismans are imbued into objects before they are even forged.

And Fang Yu's current task is to incorporate a teleportation formula into the interior of a finished magical artifact.

This is theoretically possible, but practically challenging.

Fang Yu took out a whole stack of white paper and began to calculate the incantations.

……

Fang Yu stayed in the room, time passing quickly.

Not until the doorbell rang did Fang Yu jump out of that state of oblivion.

>Opening the door, standing before me was Honglian with an innocent look on her face.

"What's wrong" Fang Yu asked.

Honglian looked up at Fang Yu with her small face, opened her mouth, then pointed outside.

Fang Yu walked outside and found Ye Shengxue had prepared a full table of dishes, the aroma wafting through the air.

"So you can cook too" Fang Yu said.

"I'm not very good at cooking, I'm just trying it out. If the taste isn't good, please forgive me, Mr. Fang..." Ye Shengxue, wearing an apron, said a little shyly.

"It's fine, as long as it's edible. I'm not picky."

Fang Yu was already very hungry, so after sitting down, he started to eat immediately.

Mr. Fang, what have you been up to these past few days

At the dinner table, Ye Shengxue asked.

"Two days have already passed" Fang Yu was startled and asked.

“Yeah, since that group of people led by President Zhao left, you haven't left your room in two days.” Ye Shengxue said.

"I'm researching a new type of magical artifact." Fang Yu replied.

"A new magic weapon Mr. Fang, are you still making magic weapons" Ye Shengxue asked in surprise.

"Many years ago, I was an apprentice under a master of magical artifacts. I could only be considered to have a superficial understanding." Fang Yu said.

"Many years ago…" Ye Shengxue was a little stunned, then asked, "How's your progress Is it done"

"Making a magic treasure isn't that easy, I haven't even reached half the progress." Fang Yu said.

"Oh." Ye Shengxue nodded.

After finishing his meal, Fang Yu returned to his room and continued his research on the Kong Ling Ring.

He didn't leave his room or the apartment until Wednesday afternoon, when he went to Nandu University.

Fang Yu arrived at the School of Literature and was about to walk towards the teaching building, but a male student ran up to Fang Yu.

It was Chu Fan who had been teased by Fang Yu last week.

"What's wrong" Fang Yu asked.

"Professor Fang, I want to apologize to you," Chu Fan said apologetically. "Last week, I acted for attention and wasted your time and the time of many classmates."

Fang Yu narrowed her eyes and looked at Chu Fan.

Although the expression was sincere and the apology in his eyes seemed genuine.

With this kind of acting, Chu Fan might be able to fool a thousand people, but he would never be able to fool Fang Yu who has been alive for almost five thousand years.

"I accept your apology."

But Fang Yu didn't want to expose Chu Fan, he wanted to see what Chu Fan was going to do.

Professor Fang, thank you. You're such a kind person." Chu Fan said gratefully.

Between his words, a trace of malice flashed in Chu Fan's eyes.

At the same time, Fang Yu also knew why Chu Fan deliberately came closer to him.

In Chu Fan's trouser pocket, there was a paper figurine with corresponding runes already inscribed on it.

He purposely walked forward to let the paper figurine absorb Fang Yu's aura.

Only then will this paper come into effect.

This is a highly esoteric and mystical practice within the art of divination, known as soul transfer.

Utilizing the breath of a person, a complete soul essence is simulated and imbued within the paper figurine.

After that, the paper man will inflict irreversible damage to my soul.

Because this spell is too sinister, it was listed as a forbidden art by the righteous alliance many years ago.

Even within the same clan, soul-transferring cultivation is forbidden.

However, this spell is not difficult to learn for those who understand the principles of physiognomy.

It is not surprising that Chu Fan would use Soul Transfer Technique.

Fang Yu was merely surprised. He had only met Chu Fan last week and there hadn't been much conflict between them.

Shouldn't Chu Fan use the Soul Transfer Technique against him

"Well, then I'll be going, Professor Fang." Chu Fan knew the paper figurine had absorbed enough aura and turned to leave.

Fang Yu reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, smiling slightly: "It's almost time for class. Where are you going"

"Well, Professor Fang, I actually didn't sign up for this class. Last week, I just came to sit in with my friend..." Chu Fan said.

"Oh, I see." Fang Yu nodded and said, "I suggest you still come to my class, the benefits are huge, you'll regret it if you don't come."

"Well, maybe next time. I have something to do today." Chu Fan replied with a dry chuckle.

"Alright, then you go." Fang Yu let go of Chu Fan and allowed him to leave.

Chu Fan turned around, the smile on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a sinister look.

Class

After this week, you will forever lose the opportunity to attend classes!

Chu Fan walked slowly out of the school.

He was orphaned as a child, and it was his grandfather who raised him. His grandfather also passed down all of his knowledge of fortune-telling to him.

Grandfather, he is the only person he respects in this world.

Before Chu Fan left his hometown, his grandfather had instructed him that when going out, one must have a strong heart!

If you are a good person, you will die an unnatural death just like your parents!

Chu Fan remembered the sentence.

So, after being teased by Fang Yu last week, this week he decided to use the most ruthless way directly to get rid of Fang Yu completely!

Astrology leaves no evidence. Fang Yu died, and no one knows who did it.

Chu Fan had no reservations at all.

A person who causes him to lose face in public is not worth living.

Chu Fan returned to the single room he rented outside school and lit nine candles on his desk.

He placed a small paper figure on the table, standing it in the middle of nine candles.

The paper man's body has seven black spots.

These seven, they are the soul spirits' fatal points.

As long as the soul needle is inserted, Fang Yu's main soul will also suffer great damage!

Stick all the lethal points with soul needles, and Fang Yu will die instantly!

Chu Fan held seven black soul needles in his right hand and roasted them over a candle flame.

Then, he took out his phone and glanced at the time.

It is already 3:20 PM.

At this moment, Fang Yu should still be lecturing on the stage.

Now is the best time.

He wants Fang Yu to die suddenly in front of over a hundred students!

"Don't blame me, you provoked me." Chu Fan's lips curled into a sneer, the malice in his eyes was out of proportion to his age.

Then, he picked up a soul needle and inserted it into one of the black dots on the paper figure.

"Ouch!"

The paper was pierced, making a slight, brittle sound.

Soul Needle, piercing through a vital point.

Chu Fan's hand did not stop, the next soul needle was inserted into another fatal point.

During this process, Chu Fan's smile grew wider and wider, stretching across his face like a demon.

……

As for my understanding of this poem, I personally...

In the classroom, Fang Yu is lecturing.

Except for a few students who were busy playing on their phones, most students were listening attentively, all eyes fixed on Fang Yu.

"The author's emotions are not particularly prominent..."

The students, who were listening intently, all turned to Fang Yu with puzzled expressions.

"Well, if it's begun, then don't blame me."

Fang Yu's lips curled into a sneer.

He could already feel a tingling sensation within his soul.

It is obvious that Chu Fan has taken action.y remains in this state... those that the Primordial Supreme Being wants to protect will be no different from death." Zhenshan took a deep breath and said."So, this city won't stay like this forever,"...