I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 321 I don’t understand, but I wish you
"This person seems to be a little bit mentally unstable."

After the students who came to watch the fun left, Lu Wenwu spoke.

"Speaking of which, should we suggest that the principal offer an additional ideological and moral education course and invite some highly respected practitioners to pay attention to the mental health issues of the students?"

To be honest, Yilder’s current situation makes it difficult for Lu Wenwu not to think of Xiao Fu who has lost his nose.

It's just that this guy is not as talented, smart or good-looking as Tom Riddle. Instead, he is more like the pseudo-Dragon Aotian protagonist in those inferior, brainless and cool novels.

Before getting the cheat, he was a complete waste, always being submissive and secretly hating this or complaining about that.

After getting a cheat that can even let a tied dog fly, he started his journey of winning without any effort. He even wanted to make the dog passing by think that the other party was looking down on him if they just looked at him, so he wanted to kill the whole family of the opponent, and called it decisiveness in killing.

One look at Ding Zhen and you can tell he’s a pure dinner.

"It was opened for a while a long time ago, but the principal later felt it was useless and stopped it."

Isidro said.

"Even in arcane academies where students are generally younger, their views on good and evil are generally formed when they enter school. The current education model is unlikely to correct their character flaws."

"The current school approach is to have professors give personal instructions to students. Those who can change will change, and those who can't will forget about it. If they are really too extreme, they will be expelled or sent to prison."

Goodell added: "One of the reasons is that the teaching staff is not enough to maintain this course. Another reason is that, as you know, the philosophy of our school is to teach everyone, and we have students of all races."

"And because of racial and cultural reasons, each race has a different view of good and evil, and they are poles apart."

"For example, the undead students find it difficult to understand why other species have to sleep every night, and why they can't sleep for 200 years and then get up and continue working for another 100 years."

"Well, it seems that there is still a long way to go to build the Jixia Academy with the characteristics of the Continent of Gods." Lu Wenwu shrugged. "Speaking of which, since the academy is so laissez-faire, has there ever been a case of a student being expelled and then turning evil, then having an adventure and coming back for revenge?"

"Indeed, there are some, and there are quite a few. The most powerful one among them has even reached the level of a magic god, called the Blood Magic God. He claims to have entered the so-called kingdom of the God of Blood and Darkness or something."

Isidro had a slightly odd smile on his face, as if he had witnessed that powerful epic confrontation with his own eyes.

"It's just that his luck was very bad. At that time, the academy was in the era with the most abundant martial virtue in history. The two academies combined had eleven magic gods, two blood knights, an ancient dragon, and a tenth-level magic beast!"

"After this confident Blood Magic God arrived near the academy, he just showed his head and said something cruel, and then he was instantly killed by more than 20 forbidden spells. He didn't even leave any last words."

Lu Wenwu slowly typed a question mark.

I'll test it!

At the peak of the academy, there were eleven gods of magic at the same time?
It's simply outrageous!

It’s hard to say whether there are ten magic gods among all the wizards on the continent now!

As far as Lu Wenwu knows, at least at present, there are only six near-gods in the school, including Goodall, the theological knight.

The president and vice president of the School of Magic, the president of the School of Arcane, the head of the Alchemy Department, old man Wood, and the chief dean, the God of the Sun, Douglas.

Isidro smiled slightly and continued, "So, don't worry about this problem. After all, only a few people are evil because of their narrow-mindedness and petty character, and geniuses among the evil ones are even rarer."

"And it just so happens that genius is only the basic standard for entering the magic academy. At worst, we can just hedge against each other and see who has the stronger claws."

"But then again, you'd better stay away from that Ild. He looks like a fool, and even among humans, he is extremely jealous."

"Even if he graduates, he won't pose any threat to your true self given his strength, but it's true that he's a bit disgusting."

"I will, uncle." Lu Wenwu nodded. "By the way, uncle, I have some new ideas about celestial magic recently. I try to integrate innate abilities with the human magic system and use arcane magic to assist."

The uncle and nephew, who belonged to three different races, did not take this little episode seriously and began their passionate tutoring session with ease.

With Lu Wenwu's status as the uncrowned king of the kitchen, he doesn't need to go to the kitchen to eat in person.

After sending a magic message, an arcane servant will cast space magic and deliver the food to him directly after it is cooked.

Normally, this is an exclusive treatment only for the principal!

During the fulfilling teaching process, the passage of time became unusually fast.

The day's study and discussion came to an end only when the mechanical pocket watch with constant magic began to emit a series of low ring tones.

After saying goodbye to his two uncles, Lu Wenwu went to the dormitory to pick up Maomao and took him for a short walk around the school.

Although the Dragon Palace City is big, it is not a good idea to stay stuck in it all the time.

It just so happened that the academy allowed students to keep pets, so Lu Wenwu simply took Maomao out for a walk before going to bed every day, fulfilling his responsibilities as a poop-scooper - even though Maomao didn't need poop scooped.

Strolling in the outer layer of the academy's Monster Sanctuary, feeling the stars falling in the sky, Lu Wenwu stretched his body with pleasure.

My recent vacation life has been very fulfilling, and my skill in cooking egg-filled pancakes has also been improving. I am already getting closer to breaking into the top level of the proficiency level.

This made him feel relaxed both physically and mentally.

Maomao ran happily, trying to get everyone he noticed to get up and join him in the fun.

These disturbed monsters dared not speak out but were angry.

After a few months, I got used to it.

When this black gold demon first came a few months ago, those who dared to speak out were burned to ashes by a mouthful of fire.
The idle Lu Wenwu looked up at the starry sky whose constellations were completely different from those of the Blue Star. He took out the Fire Dragon Staff, muttered to himself, and used the celestial magic he had just learned to attract the dark clouds.

Recently he has been learning the art of thunder and rain, and performing it in a way that is not a true dragon's innate ability.

This kind of magic is completely different from the magic Lu Wenwu had learned before, and instead has a bit of the arcane flavor.

It is more traceable than the magic taught in magic academies today, and does not have those very distinctive little lasers.

According to Isidro, this celestial magic incorporates some concepts of ancient magic, and he created it again by combining the dragon language magic passed down by dragons to this day.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will also be able to forge a path to become a God of Law, and rely on his cultivation as a God of Law to trace back his bloodline power and transform into the blood of an ancient dragon.

It is said that the original ancient celestial magic is no longer able to be performed by anyone, and the specific reason is unknown.

Lu Wenwu has made up his mind to go to the library tomorrow to look for information on this subject.

His intuition told him that this unusual thing was most likely related to the main quest.

The vanished ancient magic, the vanished gods.

Just the sound of it can be combined with the word "buried".

Just as he was enthusiastically performing the celestial magic he had just learned to gather dark clouds and produce a few muffled thunders, an unusual wave slowly spread around him. Maomao had wandered back from the depths of the reserve at some point and was now squatting beside Lu Wenwu, watching with his head tilted.

Soon, Lu Wenwu frowned, and the magical aura on the wand dissipated.

There are still some areas where I am not very skilled, and it seems that the magic has failed to be released.

The dark clouds in the sky were still gathering, blocking out the starlight and the moonlight, but there were no more muffled thunder.

This is the power of ancient magic, which can mobilize natural forces and influence the environment and celestial phenomena to a certain extent.

However, nothing happened after Lu Wenwu performed the entire process.

It looks like it was sent.

"Ugh"

Lu Wenwu sighed, followed Maomao's gaze, and looked intently at a large tree in the shadows.

There seemed to be no one there.

"I can't understand it, man, why?"

He said this with a slightly helpless look on his face.

"Somehow you got a golden finger, and from then on, you rose from the good-for-nothing, started pretending to be awesome, got slapped in the face, had a bad student fight back, fell in love with a beautiful woman, and reached the pinnacle of life. Isn't it good to write a legendary story?"

"This is only the first day we met, why do you have to pick on me? Can't you just be honest and be the top student in your senior year? I really don't want to do anything this time. I haven't even exposed you. I just want to live a peaceful campus life."

"You don't have the guts to pretend, and you don't have the guts to fight, right? This is a classic plot of the loser type, so we have to go through the whole process today?"

Hearing these words, Ild, who was hiding in the dark, became furious. He clenched the top-grade magic wand that had just been custom-made outside the school in his hand, and it seemed as if a ball of fire suddenly exploded in his heart.

He didn't understand what all that jumbled words meant, but he knew one thing.

The guy called Tyrannosaurus had somehow learned his secret.

Moreover, he is dismissive of himself and believes that his current success is all due to his own secrets!
Damn!

Damn it!
This is clearly what I obtained through years of hard work. Why are you insulting me like this?

The rage was like a flood, sweeping away his remaining rationality.

The enraged Ild panted like a bull and asked anxiously in his heart: "Blood Demon, didn't you say that no one can discover you and your methods? Then tell me, what is this!"

The black gas group called the Blood Demon remained silent in his mind for a while, and then slowly said: "This is impossible. Even the God of Law can't find my trace. How can he, a freshman, find me? He is trying to trick you."

"And I want to remind you of one thing. It's not that my method is problematic, it's that you haven't learned it well enough. Didn't you notice that the dog of unknown breed was staring at you? It must be because you leaked your own scent. It has nothing to do with me."

"Since you've been discovered, don't hide any longer. Delay will lead to trouble. Kill him quickly so that I can devour his best flesh and blood. Your cultivation speed can be further improved. People with natural supernatural powers are the best supplements."

"Of course I know!"

Ild growled, raised the staff in his hand high, and chanted a spell angrily.

The flow of magic power made his concealment technique ineffective, and a blood-red beam of light that looked like gathered blood shot towards Lu Wenwu.

"Die! Blood and soul explode!"

Lu Wenwu had a look of disgust on his face. He turned his head slightly and dodged, then looked up at the data of the guy in front of him.

[Yilde (B)]: 1 1926/ 1 2500
【Cultivation】: Fourth-ring Arcanist, Formal Magician (Black)

[Current Status]: Soul lodging, flesh and blood strengthening, mind distortion, continuous loss of vitality, anger, use of black magic, arcane gathering

[Analysis]: Being parasitized by a soul with special powers that calls itself a blood demon, his vitality is continuously draining away, his life span has been greatly reduced, and due to the influence of the blood demon, he has gained a certain degree of magical talent.

Blood demon?
Blood magic god?
Wasn't this thing dead a long time ago?
Lu Wenwu was stunned when he saw the analysis given by the Eye of True Vision.

He had just learned about this name in the afternoon, so how come he encountered it now?

The Continent of Gods also plays with big data, right?

And this Blood Demon is quite something. He can actually allow an untalented person to have the power to cast magic. He is worthy of being a man who has the courage to wage war against eleven magic gods at the same time!

"How dare you ignore me at a time like this!"

Lu Wenwu's momentary "stagnation" made Ilder instantly furious.

The rage in his heart exploded even more, even the hand holding the wand began to tremble, and the sound of his chanting became hysterical.

"Blood soul explodes!"

A red light that was even stronger than before shot out from a distance, passing through layers of plants and hitting Lu Wenwu!

This time, Ild learned his lesson. He aimed directly at the body which was relatively difficult to dodge.

In fact, this is how battles between magicians should be.

Combat magic of a killing nature will kill you if it hits you. A hit to the body or the head will result in one shot and one curse.

A dazzling blood-red beam of magic light exploded directly on Lu Wenwu's chest.

then
Nothing happened!

Even the most basic blood dragon scales could not be stimulated, let alone the more powerful body scales.

Judging from the name and the experience, this should be a spell that attacks the soul and can make a person's soul fly away when hit.

Unfortunately, Lu Wenwu's divine body and soul were too tough.

This spell, which under normal circumstances could severely injure even a great mage, hit Lu Wenwu's chest head-on, only making him suddenly feel a chill, and his whole body shuddered instantly.

Well.
It’s like when you’re snuggling in a warm bed in the cold winter, and suddenly someone reaches out and touches you with a cold hand. It’s a similar feeling.

The effect of refreshing the mind is quite good, and Lu Wenwu became energetic immediately.

He looked at the stunned Ild and said with a slightly apologetic look on his face: "Sorry, I was just thinking about something and my mind was distracted."

"Now, let's continue."

(End of this chapter)