Qu Weichen wanted to ask, “If there’s a passage, has no one ever tried to counterattack, only defend?” But in the end, she held back.
She’d only just met this new classmate today, and it didn’t seem right to pester her with all sorts of questions that might be common knowledge.
As for the library the elf girl mentioned, Qu Weichen had already made a mental note.
She figured she’d definitely visit it more in the future if she had the chance.
“Have you had your magic aptitude tested? Which element are you best at?” The elf girl kept asking, but as soon as she spoke, she seemed to anticipate that Qu Weichen might have more questions, so she quickly explained, “Even though the main focus is on martial arts, it’s not like we don’t touch on magic at all.
They’ll teach the basics.
Of course, if you want to go deeper, you can sit in on other classes’ magic lessons.
At this academy, we usually have theory classes in the morning, and practical or training classes in the afternoon.”
Qu Weichen nodded, so it was indoor classes in the morning and outdoor in the afternoon.
“I’ve been tested.
My magic aptitude isn’t anything special.”
“So you do have some talent? That’s fine, just learning a few simple spells is good enough.” Most martial artists, as long as they had a bit of magic talent, would learn the simplest spells.
Like a little fireball for fire element, or a little water ball for water—super useful for survival in the wild, and light magic for illumination was pretty handy too.
The elf girl was thinking this when she caught sight of a teacher coming in, so she quickly turned around, pulled out a notebook and pen, and asked, “What’s your name? I’m Tu Weierxi.” She quickly wrote her name in both Elvish and the common language, tore off the paper, and handed it over with the notebook and pen.
Qu Weichen wrote her own name down too.
“I’m Qu Weichen.” She thought to herself: Is this elf’s surname Tu? Tu Weierxi took back the notebook and pen, then stopped turning around and looked at the teacher who’d come up to the podium.
The classroom was gradually quieting down, and all the students were sitting.
“My surname is Xu, human.
Just call me Teacher Xu.
There aren’t that many of you, so I won’t have everyone introduce themselves one by one.
Get to know each other on your own.” This Teacher Xu was a young man, and he seemed pretty laid-back.
“Theory class starts at 7:30, don’t be late.
Practical class meets at 2:30 in the training hall.
The first floor is for freshmen, divided into a magic area and a martial artist area, but not by class.
You’ll have to claim your own spot.
If you get beaten by another class, I’m not stepping in—you’ll have to fight back yourselves.”
“On Tuesdays and Thursdays, from 7:30 to 9:00, there’s a magic theory class.
If you’re not interested, you don’t have to come.”
“Alright, first day for freshmen, no lessons.
Get to know each other, set up your dorms, and go to the academic office to pick up your textbooks.
Go check out the training hall this afternoon and pick a spot you like—make sure you get it tomorrow.
That’s it, you’re dismissed.” Teacher Xu smiled and nodded, looking very pleased with his opening speech.
Qu Weichen glanced around and saw she wasn’t the only one a bit confused, which made her feel better.
After the teacher finished, he was the first to step off the podium, push open the classroom door, and stride out with his hands in his pockets, looking totally relaxed.
Qu Weichen: “……” This wasn’t quite what she’d imagined an academy would be like.
Wait, if everyone’s dismissed now… wouldn’t those troublemakers have a hard time finding her? Tu Weierxi immediately got up.
She had a spatial ring, so it was easy for her to move around.
As soon as the teacher left, she didn’t linger.
“Want to go out together? I’ll introduce you to a few of my friends—they’re all elves with great personalities.
Or, we could go pick up our textbooks and check out the dorms together?”
“Uh, sure.” Qu Weichen hesitated a bit.
She hadn’t brought any luggage at all—set up the dorm? She didn’t even have much yuanlang left.
Tu Weierxi happily dashed out of the classroom.
The elf girl, who’d seemed so cool and aloof at first glance, was now especially lively.
Qu Weichen followed her out and saw Tu Weierxi peeking into the window of the next class, noticing that the other classes were still doing student introductions.
The magic class was even farther from the martial artist class.
Tu Weierxi told Qu Weichen to wait at the classroom door while she ran off to check, and after a while, she came back looking disappointed—only their class had been dismissed.
“Sigh, what a drag.” Tu Weierxi sighed.
“It’s rare to meet a human I actually like.” She leaned against the wall and said, “You’re really good-looking, you know.”
Qu Weichen: “……” Well, uh, she did have a decent face, otherwise Wanzhi Ming wouldn’t have mocked her like that—wait, why did Wanzhi Ming see her as the ‘pretty boy’ the Hall Master picked for her looks?! Qu Weichen suddenly realized something was off: Could it be… this Hall Master… isn’t exactly proper? […]
Number Nine, watching from the sidelines, fell silent, not knowing what to say.
It wanted to speak, but in the end, stayed quiet.
“Do you want to wait a bit or go get your books first?”
“You go ahead, I might have something to deal with in a bit.” Qu Weichen said.
If those people blocked her on the way, it wouldn’t be good to drag the elf into it.
“What is it?” Tu Weierxi was interested.
“If you don’t have a spatial ring, I can lend you one.
Just give it back when you have the money.”
“Thanks, but I have one.” Magic storage items weren’t limited to rings—they could be pendants, bracelets, all sorts of accessories.
Some people wore them hidden, not out in the open.
Some families even hid their most important storage items inside their bodies.
Using a storage compartment wasn’t a problem, but in the future, she’d need to get a magic storage item to keep things discreet.
Qu Weichen hesitated, not answering directly, and instead asked, “I don’t have any background at all, so why are you being so friendly and talking to me? Just because I stared at your ears?”
“Of course not.” Tu Weierxi looked a bit surprised.
Qu Weichen’s gaze was full of curiosity, like she was looking at something rare, but not really offensive—much better than some of the looks she’d gotten before.
As for talking to her… “I just like you, and you’re willing to listen to me ramble and ask questions.
It’s been nice hanging out, even for a short time… Isn’t making friends what coming to the academy is about?”
“As for background, I don’t want anything from you, so why would I care?” Tu Weierxi said.
Anyone who could get into the academy wasn’t ordinary, and to make it here after all that trouble showed Qu Weichen’s abilities.
Even if she didn’t become friends with Qu Weichen, she didn’t care about that stuff.
“Well, actually, I was sent here by the Hall Master of the Prison Sanctuary.” Qu Weichen thought for a moment—what if this elf didn’t like the Hall Master either?
“…You’re the one who survived nine rounds of body tempering?” This time, Tu Weierxi was genuinely shocked.
She’d heard that the tough one was in her class, and on the way over, she’d been determined to see what kind of monster could be that strong, but once she got to class, she’d forgotten all about it.
Now that Qu Weichen mentioned it, she remembered.
—She never would’ve guessed it was this good-looking human in front of her.
She didn’t look like one of those huge, burly types at all.
As for the current Hall Master of the Prison Sanctuary, Tu Weierxi had heard plenty of rumors.
Ever since the Hall Master took over, there’d been all sorts of gossip, but she didn’t know the Hall Master personally, so she didn’t care.
As for how the Hall Master got the position… Tu Weierxi laughed to herself: Did anyone really treat the Hall Master like an ordinary person? That would be pretty stupid.
Even the imperial family didn’t dare make a move, even though they hated the Hall Master.
If she could take over the Prison Sanctuary, that was a skill in itself.
“Are you worried some idiots will come looking for trouble?” Tu Weierxi thought for a moment.
She wasn’t close to Qu Weichen yet, but if she needed to step in, she could.
“I don’t want to drag you into it.
Besides, this is probably one of the Hall Master’s tests for me.” Qu Weichen smiled gently.
Judging by the time, morning classes should be ending, and those people would probably show up soon.
She recalled the results of her three months of training, “qi” circulating through her arms, always ready for action.
Those people obviously didn’t know what she looked like, or they would’ve recognized her at the class sign.
Maybe it was because she’d turned slightly when her name was called, or maybe they were in a rush for class and didn’t notice… Either way, she’d already remembered the girl who seemed to be leading them.
“If you want to stick around, you can wait for me.” The first-year students here were all about twelve or thirteen, some even eleven.
At this age, they shouldn’t have awakened as martial artists yet.
Usually, if a family had some means and the kid had talent, they’d start with magic.
If not, they’d train their bodies, learn combat skills, eat all sorts of supplements, and only awaken as martial artists at fifteen or sixteen.
So even if those troublemakers were martial artists, they’d only be first rank at most.
She just had to watch out for them using magic.
Humans were different from elves—even the lowest-level magic couldn’t be cast instantly; it needed a guiding and chanting process.
What happens when a mage gets ambushed by a martial artist? Qu Weichen stood at the corner of the hallway.
The bell had already rung, so those people should be storming into the building soon.
There were stairs on both sides, but this staircase was right across from Class Seven and close to the other teaching building.
Of course, if the ambush didn’t work out, it didn’t matter.
Those people hadn’t remembered her face, so she could just walk by like she was passing through.
After a while, most of the other classes had left.
A few elf girls and boys from the magic class came out, laughing and joking, and spotted Tu Weierxi waiting outside.
Some of the elves happily ran over.
Tu Weierxi raised her hand and made a “shh” gesture, which only made the elves more curious, and they all snuck over to surround her.
Qu Weichen didn’t pay attention to any of that.
In the crowd heading downstairs, she finally saw a few people in green uniforms rushing up.
She could even hear them complaining: “If we’d known Class Seven was taught by Old Demon Xu, we should’ve come earlier—how are we supposed to catch her now?!”
Qu Weichen smiled: Here they come.
