Happy?
Is there something wrong with my brain?
Xueyuedai felt terrified by her own thoughts.
What on earth was this fox brain thinking? She was supposed to tear that terrifying little monster beast to pieces! So what was she thinking now?
Xueyuedai felt she had already been mentally contaminated.
Every time she closed her eyes to sleep, or tried to meditate, the first image in her mind was of returning to that sword grave atop the mountain—iron sunflowers littering the ground, and that evil body, as if a demon god had descended, closing in on her step by step.
And finally… in the end… she couldn’t bear to think any further…
It was just like hearing the footsteps of a cockroach while trying to sleep.
Congratulations, you’re not getting any sleep tonight.
Close your eyes, and all you can think about is the cockroach. Will it crawl into your mouth? Into your underwear?
Unless you get rid of the cockroach, there’s no way to sleep peacefully—pure mental pollution.
To think this could be such a persistent spiritual attack. Xueyuedai couldn’t get any rest, lying on her bed itching all over, her face flushed, feeling empty, lonely, cold, her toes curled tight, stomach hollow.
No, no, no, it’s probably not that simple. The current situation is even more extreme than mental pollution—this is [Jingshen Gongjijing].
After all, every time she closed her eyes, she was forced to recall those humiliating scenes, an unending nightmare loop from which she could never escape.
How long would this shameful state last?
Anyway, there was no way to get rid of the effects during this extracurricular hunt.
Xueyuedai couldn’t take it anymore. How was she supposed to face anyone like this? She was too embarrassed to be seen!
After much deliberation, she helplessly pulled out her teleportation vial, twisted it open, her face full of reluctance, collapsed on the bed, and waited for the spell to activate.
No helping it—Xueyuedai had fallen in the gutter and could only forfeit this extracurricular hunt, automatically teleporting back to the God and Demon Academy ahead of the others.
“Just wait.”
She bit her lip, hating Feini to the core.
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At the same time…
Passerby protagonist Ten-Step Hall was currently leading the Double Tea Party’s core squad in hunting a [Chengshan Mojing].
This was a true nation-destroying lord-class monster beast. Over a hundred Double Tea Party members joined forces, laying a trap to slaughter this giant creature.
You could say this was the core storyline of this extracurricular trial—an essential display-of-cool scene in any isekai light novel.
Everyone could probably recite this plot by heart: deploy overwhelming force against a giant monster, but no matter how hard everyone tries, they can’t defeat it.
But at the critical moment, the protagonist descends like a god, single-handedly turning the tide in front of everyone, utterly smashing the giant monster and enjoying ultimate satisfaction.
But unfortunately, in our story, this is just a side-quest, not important at all.
“President.”
But soon, Ten-Step Hall received news that Xueyuedai had secretly led a team to deal with Qingshamu without informing her, only to be completely defeated.
“Understood.”
Ten-Step Hall didn’t ask for details, nor did she intend to blame Xueyuedai.
She never really expected Xueyuedai to beat Qingshamu anyway—that one was her designated nemesis, a delicious little cake to savor at the very end.
Still, Xueyuedai’s actions had indirectly raised Qingshamu’s reputation.
She intended to wait until Qingshamu’s fame peaked before crushing her underfoot. Only then would the joy be greatest.
But she was slightly annoyed that Xueyuedai hadn’t consulted her about the plan—perhaps it was time to subtly remind her dear friend.
“That transfer student is too strong. She beat Brother Daguang so badly he was picking his teeth up off the ground.”
“She even instant-killed several of the Tea Party’s mage ladies.”
“That transfer student can use magic! And swordsmanship! It’s terrifying!”
Yet the name spreading throughout the Double Tea Party wasn’t Qingshamu, but that new transfer student, scaring the party babies enough to shake morale.
“Transfer student…”
This was beyond Ten-Step Hall’s expectations.
Had her plan really gone off track?
“Everyone, stay calm. Don’t panic.”
Ten-Step Hall continued to personally lead the charge against the Chengshan Mojing.
Although she could easily solo it even at full health, she couldn’t afford to show off too much—or else it’d just turn into a brainless power-fantasy story.
If it came to that, she might as well go back and command the Northern Demon King’s Army, which was full of useless cannon fodder.
That bunch was all trash, but made up for it with sheer numbers and stupidity—they’d throw their lives away at her command, all loyal dead-men.
It was precisely because she was sick of that life that she came to the God and Demon Academy—to bring wisdom and evolution to the demons.
Furthermore, Ten-Step Hall was certain that within the God and Demon Academy, there existed special monster beasts whose power rivaled her own, as well as that Magic Sword of Parasitic Resurrection.
She had to proceed with caution, planning every step carefully.
If she lost, she’d have no choice but to go back to the Northern Demon King’s Army and continue as a warlord in the Demon Domain.
And then her grand dream of reviving the demons and achieving true wisdom would be forever lost.
……
“President Simon! We did it!”
At last, after many days of siege, the Double Tea Party brought down the battered and scarred Tianjin Moxiang.
And under Ten-Step Hall’s command, not a single member was injured.
Their tactical maneuvering was an art form—making the brainless old lord-class beast spin in circles. Utterly despicable.
“President Simon! We succeeded!”
“President Simon! Victory is ours!”
At this moment, the reputation of Shijietang Simon reached its peak.
She thoroughly enjoyed the feeling, standing atop the Tianjin Moxiang’s head, flanked by the Golden Fang Beast Sisters as her left and right guardians, surrounded by the Hundred Demons in worship—a true sense of dominion over the world.
The only flaw was that her strategist Xueyuedai wasn’t present, having been sent home by her own nemesis.
But the time had come—the next target would be the transfer student and Qingshamu. Time to harvest.
“Everyone, good work, well done. All participating members will receive high credit points. Get some good rest.” Ten-Step Hall lifted her small hand, announcing victory.
But Simon had yet to realize that she was about to run into huge trouble, all because of the word [President].
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Meanwhile, the three-member temporary family group hadn’t taken much action.
They mostly relaxed and passed the days, at most hunting a few small monster beasts around the camp—like a camping trip in the wild.
After getting set up by the Double Tea Party last time, Qingshamu had become overly suspicious, unwilling to take Feini and White Feather Dove on any more adventures.
Though she’d originally planned to hunt big monster beasts, now she felt that accumulating spoils from hunting small ones wasn’t bad at all.
Anyway, with Gangbeilong Duanjiao on their side, even if it wasn’t much, they’d certainly earned enough credit points by now.
Qingshamu continued training White Feather Dove day and night.
Credits were just numbers—learning real skills was what truly mattered.
Feini took care of cooking and cleaning the camp.
Like a good wife and loving mother, with only a faint trace of widowhood.
And so…
The second half of the extracurricular hunt passed peacefully.
Everyone was winning and winning, except for the poor fox, who lost everything—even her underwear.
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