I manage female characters in all the heavens.

He was the one who schemed against Miss Liu but ran into a brick wall. Miss Liu seized the opportunity to rectify the chaos, and her righteousness is beyond question!

This was the consensus of everyone, including Zhang Haobai and his son. Only Miss Liu herself was not satisfied with this conclusion.

"Am I not worthy of being a villain?" she asked, grabbing Xu Xin.

Xu Xin said helplessly, "The public has discerning eyes. Whether you are a villain or not is not up to you to decide; it's up to everyone to judge."

Where is the public's discerning eye? They can't even see that she's a devil.

"Liu Ting" stopped dwelling on the issue of whether she was a villain or not, dusted off her hands (which weren't actually dust), turned to look at the six female classmates behind her and Luo Feng standing not far away, and gave them a bright smile:

"Sisters, and Luo Feng too, come over here for a moment."

Xu Xin and the others looked at each other, but still went over.

Luo Feng hesitated for a moment, then followed.

"You guys were really loyal just now. When I was on the verge of being beaten, you tried to drag me away and then you even spoke up for me. You're such good sisters!"

"And Luo Feng, he used the rules of the martial arts school to intimidate people at the crucial moment, how righteous! Although I tore him up with my own hands, I appreciate your kindness."

"Liu Ting" stood with her hands on her hips, exuding a bossy air, and declared, "So I've decided that the spoils will be split equally among us!"

The group was taken aback. Spoils of war?

The matter of Zhang Zelong and his son being beaten was ultimately left unresolved. They didn't dare to do anything to Miss Liu, especially in front of so many people.

Zhang Zelong even forced the awakened Zhang Haobai to apologize to "Liu Ting," and on the grounds that his son's unreasonable behavior had caused trouble for "Liu Ting," he directly transferred one million yuan to her as an apology.

Miss Liu was very satisfied with such a sincere apology, and only then did she let Zhang Zelong and the others leave. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been easy for them to leave today.

This million was the spoils of war that "Liu Ting" mentioned.

"Yes, there are exactly eight of us. 125,000 each. Take out your phones, and I'll transfer the money to you."

"Liu Ting" operated her phone casually, as if she were turning over 12.5 yuan instead of 125,000 yuan.

"No, no, no, we can't accept Liu Ting!" Xu Xin was the first to wave her hand. "We didn't do anything, we just stood there for a moment. This is Zhang Zelong's apology to you, how can we accept it?"

An apology is just a polite way of putting it; it's actually extortion. Xu Xin is a good girl, and she refused to share the spoils.

But at the same time, a strange excitement was brewing deep inside her, which she herself did not realize, resulting in her refusal not being very firm.

“That’s right, that’s right, we just accompanied you here, and we didn’t help you at all!” The other female classmates chimed in.

Liu Ting glared at me and said, "You've shared my hardships before, so naturally you should share my good fortune now!"

"You didn't run away when I was surrounded by eight people, but now that it's time to split the money, you think you can escape? No way!"

"This is different..."

"What's different?"

Liu Ting waved her hand impatiently: "I said we're breaking up, so we're breaking up. Anyone who dares not to accept it is disrespecting me. If they disrespect me, I'll throw a tantrum. Quickly take out your phone!"

Several female classmates were intimidated by her imposing manner, exchanged glances, and ultimately did not dare to refuse again.

Xu Xin sighed. Although she felt the money was too hot to handle, judging from Liu Ting's attitude, she was afraid that if she didn't accept it today, Liu Ting would really turn on her.

Let's just accept it; Liu Ting forced us to do this!

"Luo Feng, what about you?"

Liu Ting's gaze shifted to Luo Feng.

Luo Feng paused for a moment, about to refuse, when he noticed that Liu Ting's gaze had turned dangerous, as if to say, "If you dare say no, I'll beat you up."

He recalled Liu Ting's swift and decisive defeat of Zhang Haobai, her arrogant and fearless demeanor in the face of eight bodyguards, and her background. His lips twitched: "...Thanks then."

"That's more like it!"

"Liu Ting" nodded in satisfaction, her fingers moving quickly across the screen, and the transfer was completed swiftly.

Luo Feng's phone rang.

He looked down and saw a bank text message notification that 125,000 yuan had been added to his account.

As he stared at the string of numbers, his heart skipped a beat.

125,000.

His family situation is not good. His parents work themselves to the bone and only earn two or three thousand yuan a month. He has been tutoring for the past six months and earns just over two thousand yuan a month.

The family's total income is only about five thousand yuan a month, which is barely enough to make ends meet. After deducting various expenses, they can save less than a fraction of that amount, and they can't even afford a serious illness.

But now, just because he stood up and spoke a few fair words, Miss Liu forced him to give her 125,000 yuan. How could Luo Feng, who had just turned eighteen, not be excited?

This money can be used to treat my father's chronic illness, buy my mother some decent clothes, and buy my younger brother some nutritional supplements to help him recover.

More importantly, he can buy cultivation resources that he previously only dared to dream of to accelerate his progress.

The hurdle between advanced students and near-martial artists is neither particularly difficult nor particularly easy.

He was quite talented, even exceptionally so, but children from poor families lack resources and can only rely on hard work, so their efficiency was ultimately much slower than that of children from wealthy families.

If he had enough money to buy some good nutrient solutions and training aids, he was even confident that he could try to break through to the level of a quasi-martial artist before the college entrance examination!

Once you become a quasi-martial artist, even if your academic performance isn't good enough, you can still qualify for special admission to military academies through the martial arts route, thus embarking on a completely different path and drastically changing your family's circumstances.

His gaze toward "Liu Ting" held a deeper gratitude.

This sum of money was substantial, but it didn't belong to Miss Liu as a reward; rather, it was an average distribution among everyone who received income as companions.

Although everyone knew that this was actually still Miss Liu's reward, the name sounded good, and since it was shared equally, it didn't feel like a condescending handout, which made everyone feel at ease receiving it.

This way of doing things may seem carefree and arrogant, but it is actually very thoughtful and considerate of people's self-esteem.

Previously, although they were from the same school, Luo Feng was not familiar with Liu Ting. He had only met her a few times at school and had only heard some of her stories. It would be an exaggeration to say that he was a stranger to her.

But now, Luo Feng secretly remembered this favor and considered "Liu Ting" as a friend worth getting to know better.

From now on, whenever Liu Ting needs help, he will definitely not stand idly by if he has the ability.

"Alright, the spoils are divided up, now it's time to get down to business."

Liu Ting stretched and cracked her neck, making a series of crisp sounds. "Since I'm already here, I might as well stretch and get used to this... cough, get used to the feeling of today's cultivation."

She turned to Xu Xin and the others and said, "You guys go do what you're supposed to do. By the way, Xu Xin, do you want to stay and practice together?"

Xu Xin looked at Liu Ting's somewhat winking expression, not understanding what she meant, and shook her head without hesitation:

"No, I'm an intermediate student and can't stay in the advanced teaching building for too long. I also have some things to take care of at home, so I'll be leaving now."

Several other female students also wanted to go home or exercise in the lower-level teaching buildings.

"Alright, you guys can go now. I won't take up any more of your time. I'll call you again next time there's an event, and we'll even share the spoils!"

"Luo Feng, you're just idling around anyway, why don't you come and practice?"

Everyone was speechless. There will be a next time!

Xu Xin and the others left in a hurry.

Only after she walked out of the advanced student training building did she let out a long breath, glance back, and look at him with a complicated expression in her eyes.

"Liu Ting is really different today."

The Liu Ting of the past, though arrogant, would never have been this overbearing, much less capable of defeating Zhang Haobai with such skill.

Moreover, Liu Ting and Luo Feng had basically no interaction before, but today she not only forced Luo Feng to share the money, but also took the initiative to invite him to exercise together?

Something's not right, something's very wrong.

However, Xu Xin wasn't the type to pry into things. Everyone has their own secrets, and she didn't need to investigate them.

She shook her head, turned and walked towards the outside of the martial arts school. At the intersection, a hovercar, a rare sight in the entire Jiangnan Base City, was already waiting for her.

Inside the martial arts school, in the large advanced training hall, only a dozen or so people were still training.

The reason why dozens of advanced students gathered here today was mainly because it was said that a formal martial arts instructor would be giving a lecture, but we just received a notice that the instructor had something come up and couldn't come, so everyone naturally dispersed.

Those still remaining in the hall are either poor families like Luo Feng, who can only come to the martial arts school to practice due to their poor family conditions, or second-generation practitioners who have come all this way and simply choose to practice here.

However, "Liu Ting" is neither of those; she is an extraterrestrial demon who was deliberately left behind for a specific purpose.

Chapter 211 Investments with Infinite Positive Rates of Return

Luo Feng and "Liu Ting" found two adjacent exercise machines and began their own activities.

While doing basic stretching exercises, Liu Ting quietly observed Luo Feng's movements.

Luo Feng is far from being the powerful figure who can create and destroy the universe with a single thought. He is just a novice who has just embarked on the path of martial arts cultivation and is still very inexperienced in all aspects.

He has a very solid foundation, which must have come from years of diligent study and practice. She could tell that at a glance.

Luo Feng's family was of modest means; they couldn't afford a private tutor or advanced courses for him to learn.

Normally, I can only practice by following basic tutorials published online. I rely on my decent comprehension, persistent hard work, and the passive feedback from my naturally strong mental fortitude.

Only then could he reach the level of an advanced student at the age of 18, surpassing many wealthy children who had accumulated high-level resources since childhood, such as Zhang Haobai and Liu Ting in the past.

Liu Ting's achievements in martial arts need no further explanation. Her 8400 years of cultivation might not be considered anything in the Swallowed Star World due to the difference in world levels, at most making her reach the level of a War God.

However, the martial arts cultivation that had been acquired by devouring tens of thousands of martial artists was extremely profound on this Earth, which had not yet come into contact with cosmic civilizations, and was no less than that of some interplanetary councilors.

On Earth, in Swallowing the Stars, the cultivation of movement techniques is divided into six levels: beginner, proficient, master, subtle, perfect, and artistic conception.

"Liu Ting" has already reached the level of artistic conception, surpassing some interplanetary councilors, and the same goes for her attack techniques.

Through years of hard work, Luo Feng honed his movement techniques to a high level of proficiency.

But the problem is also obvious – the technique is just too crude.

It's like having a superb sword but only knowing how to chop and slash; you have the willpower, but not the efficiency, the power generation path is not smooth, and your movements lack agility.

After watching for a while, Liu Ting finally couldn't help but speak:

“Luo Feng, in your movement just now, you turned your waist a little too early, which caused the power to dissipate when it reached your shoulder, resulting in a lack of concentrated and continuous power when you punched the ball out.”

"You should first stabilize your hip joints, allowing the power to travel from your feet to your waist before rotating your shoulders, so that the power is not interrupted."

Luo Feng was doing a set of punches when he heard this and paused.

He turned to look at "Liu Ting," a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He had been very familiar with the movements just now, and he had never felt anything was wrong with them before. But Liu Ting's guidance was like a key that clicked open a door in his mind that had never been opened before.