111: College life is also full of ups and downs.

Lu Chen held back Ning Xiwei, who was about to get up and teach someone a lesson, revealed his skeletal Face, turned towards that group of richly dressed youths, and the Soul Fire in his eye sockets suddenly turned golden.

The entire place instantly fell silent.

"Trying to scare us? I am from the Dongfang Family!"

A noble Young Master from the group at the neighboring table stood up.

He directly revealed his family background, wearing a smug look.

"Dongfang family? Then try it, can my Sun Feifei afford to offend you?"

A girl's voice sounded.

Sun Feifei walked over carrying a breakfast tray of soy milk and fried dough sticks.

Upon seeing Sun Feifei arrive, the people from the Dongfang family immediately backed down.

"Xiwei, hello there!"

Sun Feifei walked over and greeted them enthusiastically, "And you too, Little Skeleton! Good morning."

Because of Sun Feifei's appearance,

Those descendants of noble families dared not continue provoking Lu Chen and the others.

Nothing eventful happened during breakfast.

Afterward, Lu Chen accompanied Ning Xiwei to class.

The first thing in the morning was a major lecture.

On the floating training ground, seventy-two Flying Swords formed a sword Formation.

The instructing Elder stroked his beard and smiled: "Today's lesson is breaking the Formation. Which student..."

"I will!"

Lu Chen raised his hand.

Then, Lu Chen punched the sword Formation, sending it flying.

The sound of camera shutters from countless cell phones erupted from below.

Nangong Lie, the legitimate son of the Nangong family, snorted coldly and leaped onto the high platform, the nine-ringed golden saber behind him humming: "Putting on a show! If you have the guts, take on my Nangong family's ultimate skill!"

Clearly, this person was not a mage, but an Eastern Martial Artist—a Magic Swordsman.

Someone who cultivated both magic and Martial Skills.

Before Nangong Lie could assume a stance, Lu Chen flicked a wisp of Soul Fire from his fingertip.

Nangong Lie collapsed to his knees clutching his abdomen before even getting into position.

On the school forum, that day's threads instantly exploded:

【Nangong Lie actually got shut down?】

【That kid from the Nangong family deserved it!】

... Then in the afternoon, it was theory class.

In the rare book section on the top floor of the Tongtian Pavilion, Lu Chen was flipping through "Principles of Modern Magic" with his bone fingers.

A group of passing male and female students

whispered in hushed tones, saying things like,

"Oh my, an undead creature can understand this..."

"Impossible, right?"

"Wait, he changed books!"

"Damn, isn't that the ancient text from the ancient era, 'Tiangong Kaiwu'? How can he understand the writing on it!"

Lu Chen didn't look up, saying coldly: "In the twenty-third year of the Wanli era, when Song Yingxing was making movable type, your ancestors hadn't even been born yet!"

Just like that, a day passed.

After school,

On the club square, Sun Feifei forcibly dragged Lu Chen to the Astrology Club booth.

"Little Skeleton, no, Brother Chen, look quickly! They say they can calculate your past life..."

As Lu Chen approached, twelve phantom images of the Divine Fiends suddenly appeared in the crystal ball, scaring the president of the Astrology Club into knocking over the tarot cards.

Lu Chen picked up the 'Death' card and chuckled, "Little brother, don't be nervous!"

A roar suddenly came from not far away; the Alchemy Club's experimental furnace exploded into a mushroom cloud.

A streak of flowing fire shot over.

Lu Chen casually drew a Fire Protection Talisman, dissolving it all.

This was something he had just learned from the magic book this morning.

Lu Chen turned to the group of dumbfounded new recruits and smiled slightly: "It seems your alchemist added too much cinnabar..."

As the sun set, the pinned post on the campus forum had changed to:

——【The Skeleton Senior Teaches Me How to Behave Series (Continuously Updated)】

This was Lu Chen's day at the academy.

Simple and plain.

Night.

Moonlight streamed through the carved window lattices into the girls' dormitory, where Ning Xiwei was wiping the nether moon pendant.

Sun Feifei lay sprawled on the upper bunk chewing spicy strips, "Wei'er, what exactly is Lu Chen...?"

"He remembers things from one hundred thousand years ago." Ignis suddenly walked out of the bathroom, her fiery red hair steaming, "But whenever a crucial point is mentioned, his Soul Fire seems to fluctuate."

Ignis outlined Lu Chen's skeleton in the air with her fingertips, "It's like there are layers of Seals on him. I estimate he hasn't figured it out himself."

Shelley carefully placed her ice crystal earring inside her dressing table.

She also joined the discussion, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she said: "The inscription in the sword Formation this morning, the detection result showed traces from ninety-eight thousand years ago... He actually recognized it? And could write it? He said it was Qin script!"

Chen Lu also floated in from the balcony wrapped in a bath towel. Water droplets still clung to her Holy Light wings, which she liked to spread out in the dormitory, usually dissolving them into nothingness.

She also blinked her curious big eyes and said, "I know a prophecy, do you know? About the once-in-a-hundred-thousand-years event in our world. Do you think if that once-in-a-hundred-thousand-years prophecy is true... can he really stop that ten-thousand-year..."

Before she finished speaking, the entire building suddenly shook violently.

Immediately after, Lu Chen's voice resonated throughout the entire campus through the amplification Formation!

"Which bastard in the Artifact Refining Department messed with the earth veins again? Didn't I pass by this afternoon and tell you? The Quake Position needs—three tons of Profound Iron!"

"Pfft~!"

The women in the girls' dormitory

Ning Xiwei and the others burst out laughing in unison.

On the other side.

After Lu Chen roared angrily at the academy,

He was boredly staying in his own detached dormitory building.

This was special consideration from the academy.

But one interesting point was,

Lu Chen could see that the Old Dean was both afraid of him and worried about losing him.

For Ning Xiwei's and his sake?

No, just because of strength.

Moreover, there was a Formation hidden at the entrance.

It was even a sixth-tier magic Formation.

There were also more than a dozen academy guards outside.

None of them were below the sixth tier.

Lu Chen came to the balcony and sat there in the rattan chair.

He casually glanced at the guards hidden in the shadows in the garden area by the entrance, who were clearly not the dozen or so pretending to patrol.

A hint of a scornful smile appeared on Lu Chen's lips.

A group like this really couldn't stop him.

But saying they were here to protect him was less accurate than saying they were here to monitor him.

They were obviously very afraid of him.

Such an undead creature,

one at the level of an eighth-tier Skeleton King.

Lu Chen smiled slightly and said without turning his head: "Since you used a magic projection to arrive, come out. Why must a person of the Grand Magister level sneak around like this? It's like being a thief! This doesn't seem like something a person of your status would do."

Following Lu Chen's words,

an aged laugh sounded behind him.

"Little friend truly has skill. I couldn't even hide from you?"

Dean Ning's figure gradually appeared, "It seems little friend must have been a powerful expert in life? Since you have returned as an undead, why do you still possess such powerful intelligence, even retaining the memories of your life? If that other side knew, they wouldn't spare an undead like you!"

The old man stroked his white beard and walked over.

However, it was only an afterimage.

Not his true body.

Dean Ning's true body was currently deep in thought in his office.

He had arrived using a magical Divine Ability projection.