Bashu Chen Clan

Chen Lang arrived beside Mu Ningxue's seat, and without even showing the slightest awkwardness, he directly moved over and sat down right next to her.

Mu Ningxue, however, simply ignored him.

In fact, she did not even turn her head once to glance at Chen Lang from beginning to end.

"Ice Beauty, let's get acquainted," Chen Lang took the initiative to speak up.

With an Ice Beauty like this, if you don't make the first move, are you just going to wait for her to crawl into your bed?

That was probably pure delusion!

How many men and women wasted their prime youth simply because one was ice-cold and the other a block of wood.

Hearing Chen Lang take the initiative, seemingly out of politeness, Mu Ningxue turned her head and replied, "Not interested."

It was a very blunt rejection. This freezing aura that kept people a thousand miles away, combined with this heaven-sent beauty, was simply peerless!

Chen Lang did not care at all about her icy alienation because, after all, this was the authentic Mu Ningxue!

Meanwhile, Teacher Zhao up on the stage began today's theoretical class.

Although theory had already shrunk significantly ever since Magic High School, there were still a few such classes every week.

Chen Lang had very little patience for these theoretical courses.

Yet, since he didn't want to listen himself, it wouldn't be right to disturb Mu Ningxue. Therefore, he began a long-overdue in-class break.

Sure enough, even in the magical world, the bad habit of falling asleep within seconds of a teacher's lecture still hadn't changed!

Amidst lingering sleepiness, the class came to an end, and at the same time, Chen Lang heard Zhao Qing saying hazily from the podium, "All right, today's lesson stops here. This afternoon is our friendly sparring match with Class 2. After lunch, gather at the Green Campus Fighting Arena."

Zhao Qing swept his gaze across all the students, and seeing Chen Lang looking like he had just woken up, he felt a trace of annoyance.

In his view, this nepo baby was a lost cause.

With a cold hum, Zhao Qing walked straight out of the room.

As the class ended, Chen Lang felt those sharp gazes that wanted to kill him locking onto his direction once again.

In fact, judging by his perception, he could clearly sense that several people were already walking toward him.

Yet Chen Lang didn't care at all, and instead asked Mu Ningxue, who was preparing to meditate there, "We're classmates after all, Ice Beauty, care to grab lunch together?"

"No."

Mu Ningxue's expression was as cold as ever, and her response to him was as concise as gold.

Chen Lang shrugged, then stood up, intending to go out for a stroll.

Being new to the place, he was still very curious about this school.

Just as Chen Lang rose from his seat and prepared to head out, several youths also gathered around. The one in the lead, with undisguised dissatisfaction written all over his face, asked directly, "Classmate, which family are you from?"

Chen Lang had expected them to resort to physical action right away.

It came as a bit of a surprise that these people weren't as stupid as he had imagined.

On second thought, the Imperial Capital Academy gathered scions of major clans and noble families from all over the world.

Anyone without a bit of background here would only choose to keep a low profile and develop in secret.

Well, of course, there was still no shortage of hotheads among them, but such hotheads usually ended up getting dealt with very miserably.

"The Bashu Chen Clan."

The moment they heard Chen Lang state his background, those fellows who had just wanted to teach him a lesson instantly wilted away.

Anyone who could claim to be from the Bashu Chen Clan could only belong to the Chen Clan!

And for the other party to enroll at this time without being a special admissions student meant their identity was definitely extraordinary.

"Anything else?"

The lead person immediately put on a smiling face and said flatteringly, "No, no, Brother Chen, we just wanted to get acquainted with you."

"Right, right..."

The others also put on all sorts of flattering expressions.

Yet Chen Lang showed them zero face as he said, "I have no interest in getting acquainted with you lot. Step aside."

Hearing this, they obediently cleared a path. Based on this arrogant attitude alone, they were almost entirely certain that the person before them was definitely of the Chen Clan's direct line.

Quite a few people had been paying attention here and had heard Chen Lang announce his background.

It was precisely at this moment that they suddenly understood why the person before them was so arrogant!

That was a major clan with centuries of heritage; apart from similar major clans like the Zhao Clan and the Mu Clan in Great Xia, who could afford to offend them?

Instead of coming up to ask for a beating as they had imagined, this actually left Chen Lang feeling somewhat speechless.

How great an opportunity to show off had just been missed like this...

The Imperial Capital Academy was vast, but aside from some ancient plants, there wasn't anything particularly special about it.

Yet the school naturally had its own kind of beauty, such as those pairs of gorgeous legs, which were an absolute feast for his eyes.

Aside from a place like a school, it was hard to imagine where else one could find wave after wave of these young maidens.

It wasn't as though he had never seen women; this was merely a man's innate nature, a simple appreciation for beauty. Unfortunately, after seeing Mu Ningxue, these fair and tender girls simply failed to spark any desire in him to become a Sea King.

Chen Lang patted the back of his head, thinking to himself: I haven't even tasted the best yet, and I'm already being picky?

After experiencing the cafeteria lunch, he hurried toward the Fighting Arena. Although Chen Lang didn't know the way, relying on his handsome appearance meant there was naturally no shortage of warm-hearted young ladies to guide him.

Upon arrival, he discovered that the arena was huge and quite magnificent, with thick white pillars outside that naturally brought to mind the grandeur of the Colosseum in ancient Roman times.

The style of the Fighting Arena was distinct, modeled after the Roman Colosseum to present a circular ring shape, with specially designed honeycomb-style hollows that made its towering structure even more visually stunning.

Entering the arena, he saw that the people from both classes had already gathered. Surprisingly, he, the newcomer, was the last to arrive.

"Why are you so late?" Zhao Qing seemed to have reached his limit as he looked at Chen Lang and said with extreme dissatisfaction.

If it weren't for the fact that the students in his class affected his annual resource allocation,

he would genuinely be willing to let a disobedient nepo baby like Chen Lang run wild.

"Sorry, I'm still not very familiar with the school."

The excuse was reasonable, and though Zhao Qing felt discontented, he had to swallow it.

At that moment, a slightly dashing-looking student spoke up, "Teacher Zhao, since the people in our class have all arrived, can I take the stage now?"

Class magic sparring matches were something no academy permitted to be held openly in the Green Campus. This was because many people in the Green Campus were still only Beginner Mages.

However, the Imperial Capital Academy was different. Here, the moment one enrolled, such practical magic combat became unavoidable.

In fact, the practical training arranged by the Green Campus took place in genuine wild areas.

As for why the guy before them wanted to go first, it was because there was a Summoning System mage in the opposing class.

If they didn't take this chance to go up first and deal with a few weaklings to show off, there would basically be no possibility of winning if they faced them later.

To the other party's surprise, however, Zhao Qing said, "Let Chen Lang go first..."