High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

After dinner, the group returned to their respective dormitories.

As expected, Shen Chang'an had just lain down on the single bed in room 308 when his phone started vibrating incessantly.

An invitation to join the group popped up.

After clicking "agree," Shen Chang'an found himself added to a huge group chat called "Magic University Town Night Division 26th Freshman General Group."

He glanced at the group members. In addition to the 1431 specially recruited freshmen, there were dozens of management personnel with the prefixes "instructor" or "mentor," bringing the total number to exactly 1,500.

The atmosphere in the group was deathly silent.

Soon, a group admin named "Zhou Nianci" posted a group announcement:

"All members, all freshmen, please gather at the school's No. 1 Auditorium tomorrow night at 8 PM for a meeting. Also, this group is for making friends; you can discuss any issues related to life or cultivation within the group."

As soon as the announcement was released, a long string of "Received" messages immediately appeared below.

With so many leaders watching, not a single person dares to send an emoji.

Just then, a friend request popped up on Shen Chang'an's WeChat.

Note: Freshmen of the same year

Shen Chang'an casually clicked "accept".

The other party immediately sent a group chat invitation link with the message: "Dude, join this! This is a private chat group for us freshmen, no leaders were invited, and it's all anonymous, so feel free to have fun!"

Shen Chang'an raised an eyebrow and muttered, "These people really know how to handle things."

The moment I clicked "join," messages flooded the screen like a waterfall.

After everyone put on their masks, these students who were so timid in the main group tore off their disguises and completely let loose.

"I'm suffocating! Why does the spiritual energy concentration in Shanghai feel even thinner than in the countryside?"

"Excuse me, are there any body-training hunks among this year's freshmen?"

"CPDD! I'm a second-realm sword cultivator, 180cm tall, and look a lot like Eddie Peng. I'm looking for a gentle, magic-based female boyfriend. We can also play games together in duo queue when we have time!"

Looking at the screen full of chaotic messages, Shen Chang'an shook his head and chuckled. He casually created a small group chat for four people and pulled Ji Lin, Li Xiwan, and Bai Yin into it.

"You all joined that large group and the anonymous group, right?"

Baiyin replied instantly with a picture of a kitten peeking out.jpg.

"I've added both! I'm currently lurking in that anonymous group, the people there are so funny! Just now, several fellow demons added me as a friend."

Li Xiwan also chimed in: "I'm here too, but the messages in the anonymous group are scrolling by so fast, I can hardly keep up."

After reading their replies, Shen Chang'an turned off the screen. It seemed these guys were adapting quite well.

He looked up at the clock on the wall; it was already 8:20 p.m.

There were only forty minutes left until the agreed time of nine o'clock in the letter.

"It's time to go and meet that wealthy and powerful Ms. Zhao."

Shen Chang'an sat up in bed, casually put on a thin black jacket, walked out of the apartment building, took a ride-hailing car, and headed straight for Beverly Manor.

The ride-hailing car drove through the night and stopped at the entrance of Beverly Hills half an hour later. Ride-hailing cars are not allowed to enter here, so this is the only place they can go.

Shen Chang'an got out of the car and walked for ten minutes before reaching the core area.

The tall, openwork wrought iron gate gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the streetlights. Behind the gate was a straight tree-lined avenue, from which one could vaguely see a cluster of European-style buildings and fountain sculptures in the distance.

As Shen Chang'an walked to the gate, he was immediately stopped by two guards in crisp uniforms.

"Sir, this is a private estate. Please show your reservation confirmation."

The security guard's voice was very polite, but his posture was as upright as a pine tree.

Shen Chang'an's eyes flickered slightly.

Although the other party did not deliberately release spiritual pressure, his perception instantly detected the fluctuations of spiritual energy flowing within the two guards.

Second Realm.

"They're really going all out. A second-realm expert could get a position in Qingzhou District, but here they're just guarding the gate?"

Shen Chang'an muttered to himself, then reached into his pocket, took out the letter with sealing wax, and handed it over.

The gatekeeper took the letter, saw the signature and wax seal, immediately straightened his back, bowed, and pressed the door open button: "Mr. Shen, Miss is already waiting for you. Please walk straight along the main road; the white Western-style building at the very end is it."

Shen Chang'an nodded and walked along the wide, tree-lined path.

A pure white European-style building with a strong Western classical aesthetic came into view.

An elderly butler with gray hair and wearing a tailcoat was already standing on the steps in front of the door.

"Hello, Mr. Shen. I am the housekeeper here."

The old butler bowed slightly, his manners impeccable.

However, upon seeing the old butler, Shen Chang'an's eyelids twitched violently twice.

Five Realms!

Shen Chang'an gained a completely new understanding of the abnormal nature of Shanghai.

"Mr. Shen, please come with me."

The old butler turned to the side and gestured "please," leading Shen Chang'an into the Western-style building.

The first floor is a huge domed hall with an extremely high ceiling, the floor is paved with polished marble, and the ceiling is a dazzling giant crystal chandelier.

The walls are covered with Western oil paintings that look quite old.

Shen Chang'an followed the old butler up the spiral staircase covered with a soft red carpet to the second floor, and arrived at the door of a room at the end of the corridor.

"Miss is inside, Mr. Shen, please come in."

The butler pushed open the heavy, carved wooden door for him, and then respectfully stepped outside.

He stepped into the room.

This is a very elegantly furnished study and reception room.

His gaze was immediately drawn to a figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

She was a tall woman. Judging by her height, she was at least 1.75 meters tall. Wearing a pair of black high heels, she stood there and was almost eye-to-eye with Shen Chang'an, who was about 1.8 meters tall.

The woman wore a form-fitting, dark green, off-the-shoulder cheongsam that perfectly accentuated her alluring curves. Her cascading black hair was pulled back and simply secured with a jade hairpin.

"Ms. Zhao Haitang?"

Shen Chang'an broke the silence by speaking.

Upon hearing the sound, the woman slowly turned around.

It was a face that exuded an innate nobility.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with slightly upturned eyes that carried a hint of allure, and a gentle, composed smile always playing on her red lips.

He habitually released his senses, trying to probe the other party's level of cultivation.

However, the next second, he frowned slightly.

Empty.

He couldn't sense even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy from this woman.

There are only two possibilities for this situation. Either she is an ordinary person with no cultivation, or her realm has surpassed Shen Chang'an's fifth realm and reached the sixth realm, the Spirit Abyss Realm, or even higher, where she can perfectly conceal her aura.