Twelve thirty!

Fang Xin looked at himself in the mirror.

He didn't expect it to be the same as last night.

No matter how much he preened in front of the mirror, like a peacock spreading its tail.

His reflection in the mirror showed no extra reaction.

Fang Xin kept pondering.

What exactly went wrong in which step?

All the procedures he followed before looking in the mirror today were almost an exact replica of what happened that day.

But it just didn't trigger the King of Slaughter in the mirror to come out.

Fang Xin returned to his bedroom, lay on the bed, and wondered what trigger mechanism he was still missing.

But no matter how much he tossed and turned, he couldn't figure out which step he had missed.

Unable to sleep, Fang Xin thought of the God and Demon Ruins mentioned in the diary, the one with the Qilin.

That fierce beast, named Qilin by Professor Shang, had Awakened four talents: wind, fire, lightning, and electricity.

If he could form a contract with this Qilin, which could rival a Honghuang divine beast, it would be a great help.

Fang Xin looked through the information.

There was no specific history regarding the origin of the God and Demon Ruins.

That place was perennially shrouded in dense fog.

Very few people who entered came out alive.

Even those who did come out alive would become insane.

There were once top-tier powerhouses who, not believing in evil, went in.

But they never came out again.

From the fragmented words of those insane patients who came out alive, one could piece together that.

Ancient statues of deities stood everywhere within the God and Demon Ruins.

But they were too ancient.

So much so that many statues were incomplete.

Besides that, there were also many rare treasures in the God and Demon Ruins.

Although it was a forbidden area.

It would open twice a year.

Based on the experience accumulated by many fearless warriors who risked their lives.

The God and Demon Ruins imposed greater restrictions on those with higher cultivation realms, and were much friendlier to those with lower realms.

The mid-term and final assessments of the Youth Training Camp each year would be conducted in some peripheral areas of the God and Demon Ruins.

Fang Xin's eyes gleamed.

If that's the case, wouldn't he be able to pass two assessments and enter to find the Qilin at public expense?

Just thinking about it made him a little excited.

It's just that the curse in the notebook was a bit annoying.

The man Fang Xin killed today was the best example.

To a certain extent.

He also suffered from the notebook's curse.

Fang Xin took out the notebook again.

This time, he read through the complex formulas at the beginning of the diary; there were many parts Fang Xin didn't understand, but many places had annotations, and after reading it carefully once, Fang Xin sat on the bed with a slightly excited expression.

This Qilin, injected with the Honghuang No. 1 serum by Professor Shang, had four SSS-level talents. If it were to grow, wouldn't it be able to rival a Honghuang divine beast?

Counting the time now, many years had passed. Since the awakening of talents, the lifespan of Awakened was much longer than ordinary people. As far as Fang Xin knew, some of the first batch of Awakened were still alive. Logically, this Qilin should also still be alive, and if it were alive now, its combat power... he didn't even dare to imagine.

He put away the notebook, and Fang Xin's eyes were like torches; he must find a way to sign a contract with this Qilin.

His phone had been vibrating for a long time.

Fang Xin picked it up and saw that it was in the class group, and Qin Junhao had started showing off again.

First, he sent several large red envelopes.

Xu Xiaoqiang, as a loyal lackey, naturally was the first to speak after grabbing the red envelope.

"Brother Hao, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Worried."

"You're about to report to the Seventh Division, what could you possibly be worried about?"

"I'm going to the Youth Training Camp soon. My dad bought me a private jet. He said he wanted me to fly there on a private jet. To be honest, I originally wanted to take the train to experience life, but I heard my nanny say that trains are full of migrant workers going to the city, and they smell, so I gave up in the end.

I want to be low-key when I first go to the Youth Training Camp and don't want to take a private jet. I want to drive there, but I don't know whether to drive my 7 million yuan sports car or my 12 million yuan supercar. Although the 7 million one is a bit cheaper, I really like that style. The 12 million one is good in every way except the style. I don't know which one to choose." Qin Junhao said worriedly.

As he spoke, he sent another message, "Qin Junhao @ Chu Xinyao, Xinyao, can you help me choose?"

Qin Junhao sent a few pictures of sports cars.

Fang Xin saw that if there was wool not to be pulled, he might as well pull it, so he grabbed several red envelopes.

Chu Xinyao sent a message after seeing the red envelope notification, "Xiao Fang, you're not asleep either?"

"No, I'm worried."

"What are you worried about?"

"I've Awakened too many talents, and their levels are just so-so. I don't know which one to practice first, so I'm too worried to sleep."

After Fang Xin finished speaking, Qin Junhao didn't show off another word.

The group also quieted down a lot.

Fang Xin's phone vibrated.

Chu Xinyao's private message, "Xiao Fang, my dad said thank you for saving me last time. He also said he wants to meet you when you have time."

"Alright, tell him to schedule a time with my secretary."

"Fang Xin!!!" Chu Xinyao sent an angry emoji.

Chu Xinyao's father had always been a mysterious figure.

His sudden suggestion of a meeting genuinely surprised Fang Xin.

To be honest, he really wanted to see what kind of existence this person was.

"When?" Fang Xin said seriously.

Chu Xinyao continued, "He's very busy lately, and this year's Youth Training Camp is about to start soon. You'll also be going to the Youth Training Camp for training, so we can't fit it in. It'll have to be after the mid-term exam, when there's a week-long holiday. Let's do it then!"

Fang Xin agreed, "Okay!"

Chu Xinyao happily said, "Then you can't go back on your word!"

"I won't!"

Chu Xinyao then gave Fang Xin a heads-up, "There's one more thing, my dad has a bit of a strange temper, and perhaps because of his work, he speaks a bit sharply. Just be mentally prepared, okay!"

"Oh, what's the big deal? I also know a thing or two about fighting!"

"Student Xiao Fang!!!" Chu Xinyao angrily tapped Fang Xin's avatar.

"Just kidding, how could I really fight?"

Chu Xinyao continued, "Xiao Fang, my dad has some friends in official circles, and he also has some friends in the Sky Shield Bureau. After you go to the Youth Training Camp, remember to train well every day, and I will supervise you.

When you come to my house, speak nicely to my dad, and I'll beg him a few more times. Then, your promotion in the Ninth Division will not encounter any obstacles. Otherwise, in a place like that, without strong backing, even if you have military merits, it will be very difficult to rise."

Fang Xin was stunned for a few seconds.

This topic had been mentioned to Fang Xin by Zhuge Heng, the white-haired man, before.

However, what Zhuge Heng originally told Fang Xin was that Old Master Ye, the head of the Ninth Division, and Fang Xin's grandfather were sworn brothers. As long as Fang Xin joined the Ninth Division and didn't make any major mistakes, when Fang Xin's military merits were sufficient, he would rise rapidly, and there would be no stumbling blocks on his path upward.

In other words.

Fang Xin was the Crown Prince of the Ninth Division!