Bashu Chen Clan

Chen Lang walked up to Mu Ningxue's seat and sat down next to her without any hesitation.

Mu Ningxue paid him no mind.

In fact, she didn't even turn her head to look at Chen Lang from beginning to end.

"Ice Beauty, care to get acquainted?" Chen Lang spoke up.

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

That's wishful thinking!

So many people waste their youth because one is cold and distant, and the other is a block of wood.

Hearing Chen Lang speak, as if out of politeness, Mu Ningxue turned her head and replied, "Not interested."

A direct refusal. This cold distance that pushed people away, combined with her heaven-sent beauty, was simply stunning!

Chen Lang was completely unfazed by her coldness and distance, because this was the authentic Mu Ningxue!

At this moment, Teacher Zhao on the stage began today's theory class.

Although theory classes were greatly reduced starting from Magic High School, there were still a few classes each week.

Chen Lang was very impatient with these theory courses.

But even though he didn't listen, he couldn't disrupt Mu Ningxue. So, he began his long-awaited class break.

Indeed, even in a magic world, the habit of falling asleep while listening to the teacher lecture hadn't changed!

"..."

Drowsily, the class ended. Chen Lang vaguely heard Zhao Qing speaking from the podium, "Alright, that's all for today's class. This afternoon, we have a friendly sparring match with Class Two. After lunch, gather at the competition grounds on the Green Campus."

Zhao Qing's gaze swept across all the students. Seeing Chen Lang's sleepy appearance, he became slightly annoyed.

In his opinion, this Second Generation Ancestor was beyond saving.

With a cold 'harrumph,' Zhao Qing left the room.

As the class ended, Chen Lang felt the murderous glares that had been fixed on him earlier now locking onto him.

He could even clearly sense with his perception that several people were already heading his way.

However, Chen Lang paid them no mind. Instead, he asked Mu Ningxue, who was about to meditate, "We're classmates after all, Ice Beauty, want to grab lunch together?"

"No."

Mu Ningxue's expression was as cold as ever, and her reply was as concise as possible.

Chen Lang shrugged and then got up, intending to go for a stroll.

Being new here, he was quite curious about the school.

Just as Chen Lang got up and left his seat, preparing to go out, several young men surrounded him. The leader, with undisguised dissatisfaction on his face, directly asked, "Classmate, which family are you from?"

Chen Lang had expected them to make a move immediately.

He was somewhat surprised that these people weren't as foolish as he thought.

It made sense, after all, Imperial Capital Academy gathered disciples from Noble Families and Aristocratic Clans from all over the world.

Those without any background here would only choose to develop low-key.

Well, of course, there were still some hotheads, but these hotheads usually ended up getting severely punished.

"Bashu Chen Clan."

The moment they heard Chen Lang state his origin, the guys who had intended to give him a hard time instantly deflated.

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

And since he could enroll at this time without being a special recruit, his status must be extraordinary.

"Is there anything else?"

The leader immediately put on a fawning smile and said obsequiously, "No, no, Brother Chen, we just wanted to get acquainted with you."

"Yeah, yeah..."

The others also revealed their true colors.

Chen Lang, however, showed no mercy and said, "I have no interest in getting acquainted with you. Move aside."

Hearing this, they immediately and sensibly made way. Just from this arrogant demeanor, they could almost conclude that the person before them was definitely a direct descendant of the Chen Clan.

Many people had noticed the situation and heard Chen Lang announce his family background.

It was only at this moment that they suddenly understood why this person was so arrogant!

That was a great aristocratic clan with centuries of heritage. In Great Xia, besides great aristocratic clans like the Zhao Clan and Mu Clan, who else could afford to offend them?

They didn't come up to start a fight as he expected, which instead made Chen Lang feel a bit speechless.

What a missed opportunity to show off...

Imperial Capital Academy was also very large, but apart from some ancient plants, there was nothing particularly special about it.

But the school naturally had its own charms, like those pairs of beautiful legs, which were a feast for his eyes.

Where else besides a school could one find waves of young girls like these?

He wasn't inexperienced with women; this was simply a man's natural instinct to appreciate beauty. Unfortunately, after seeing Mu Ningxue, these fair-skinned girls no longer stirred any desire in him to be a Sea King.

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

After experiencing the cafeteria's lunch, he hurried to the Fighting Arena. Although Chen Lang didn't know the way, his handsome appearance naturally attracted the guidance of helpful young ladies.

Upon arrival, he noticed the Fighting Ground was vast and quite grand. Huge white pillars at the entrance evoked the magnificence of ancient Roman coliseums.

The style of the Fighting Arena was unique, also imitating a Roman coliseum with a circular ring shape. Specially designed honeycomb-like openings made it stand taller, adding to its visual appeal.

Entering the Fighting Ground, he saw that the students from two classes had already gathered. He, the newcomer, was the last to arrive.

"Why are you so late?" Zhao Qing seemed to have reached his limit, looking at Chen Lang and saying with great dissatisfaction.

If it weren't for the fact that the students in his class were tied to his annual resource allocation.

He would have truly preferred to let a disobedient Second Generation Ancestor like Chen Lang fend for himself.

"I apologize, I'm not yet familiar with the school."

The reason was plausible, so Zhao Qing, despite his displeasure, had to hold it in.

At this moment, a student who looked rather elegant spoke up, "Teacher Zhao, since all our class members have arrived, may I go on stage now?"

Class magic duels were something no Academy would allow to take place on the Green Campus. This was because many students on the Green Campus were still only Beginner Mages.

But the Imperial Capital Academy was different. At the Imperial Capital Academy, from the moment one enrolled, such practical magic combat was unavoidable.

In fact, the training arranged for the Green Campus students took place in real wild areas.

As for why the person in front of him wanted to go first, it was because the opposing class had a Summoning System Mage.

If he didn't go up now to defeat a few weaklings and show off, there would be virtually no chance of winning against them later.

But to his opponent's surprise, Zhao Qing said, "Let Chen Lang go first..."