The male student had hit his head, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

  For a moment, the classroom fell silent. Some of the students, having been pampered all their lives, had never seen such a bloody scene. They leaned on their desks, almost vomiting.

  "Nan Gong Huan, don’t go too far. If I wanted to, I could turn your family into ruins overnight!" Lu Sui’an stood up, pointing at Nan Gong Huan and shouting angrily.

  A mere commoner, and now she dares to step on their heads? What would happen in the future!

  "I’m not going too far at all," Nan Gong Huan extended her fingers, playing with her nails. "If I wanted to, I could cut you into a hundred pieces overnight."

  She revealed a sinister and eerie smile, her cold gaze sweeping across the room, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.

  The temperature in the classroom dropped sharply, the bone-chilling cold making everyone tremble.

  So... so terrifying! Lu Sui’an felt as if something unclean was touching her, a cold sensation brushing past her neck and slipping into her collar.

  No one but Nan Gong Huan could see Yan Ji and Xue Ji floating in the air, pinching Lu Sui’an’s neck and blowing cold air at her.

  "If she dares to harm the master, we’ll fry her and eat her," Yan Ji said with a charming smile.

  "I think roasting her would be better," Xue Ji touched her crimson lips, staring at Lu Sui’an’s neck as if considering where to start eating.

  "Then let’s do half fried and half roasted," Yan Ji licked her lips.

  The classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

  At that moment, a mentor walked in through the door, his face grim, dragging the male student by the collar. The male student had already fainted, blood continuously flowing from his head.

  Why is it so cold in here today? The mentor rubbed his arms, then tossed the male student onto a chair.

  At Nan Gong Huan’s signal, Yan Ji and Xue Ji let go of Lu Sui’an and returned to the Di Ming Ring. The temperature in the classroom gradually rose.

  "Who did this? Stand up!" The mentor’s voice was harsh. He helped the male student sit up and took out a potion for him to drink.

  The wound on the male student’s head slowly healed, but the bloodstains on his face still looked terrifying.

  "It was Nan Gong Huan!" Someone immediately tattled.

  Everyone couldn’t help but feel a sense of schadenfreude. Caught red-handed by the mentor, Nan Gong Huan was done for!

  Many raised their heads, glancing at Nan Gong Huan.

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  Just as Nan Gong Huan was about to stand up and take responsibility, the mentor suddenly changed his grim expression, smiling kindly. "Oh, it’s Huan. No big deal this time, let’s forget it. Just don’t hit so hard next time."

  The entire classroom was stunned!

  Where’s the scolding? The punishment? Just like that?

  Nan Gong Huan was also taken aback. Seeing the mentor’s amiable smile, she quickly guessed that Yue Zun had put in a good word for her.

  "Alright, Mentor," Nan Gong Huan smiled again, warm and considerate.

  But in the eyes of others, it was a cruel smile, like that of a demon!

  Lu Sui’an fell silent, her heart filled with suspicion and fear toward Nan Gong Huan’s identity.

  Mentors here usually didn’t favor students, but Nan Gong Huan received such favoritism. Her background must be more than just a commoner!

  Even Jiang Huairou couldn’t help but wonder if Nan Gong Huan’s background was that powerful. If she were sacrificed, would it attract more powerful figures from behind her...

  The mentor stood at the podium and announced, "For the first class, a senior sister will join us as my assistant. Song Xiran, everyone, please welcome her."

  The classroom erupted in applause, everyone’s faces filled with excitement. It was actually Princess Song Xiran!

  They had to curry favor with her!

  Song Xiran walked into the classroom gracefully, wearing a blue alchemist robe, her face adorned with a friendly smile. "Hello, juniors, I’m Song Xiran."

  Song Xiran scanned the room, her gaze lingering on Nan Gong Huan for a moment. She smiled and nodded at her, and Nan Gong Huan returned the smile.

  This subtle interaction made everyone speculate even more about Nan Gong Huan’s mysterious background.

  Then, under the mentor’s guidance, the first alchemy class began.

  Nan Gong Huan reached out and snatched the textbook that belonged to the male student.

  As for the male student, after waking up, he sheepishly sat back in his seat, picking up the book he had spat on, wishing he could dig a hole and hide in it.

  The main content of the first class was about the classification and application of potions. Nan Gong Huan was particularly interested in "seed potions."

  Soaking special seeds in potions, then smashing the potion bottle when needed, the seeds would rapidly grow, functioning like a wood-type summon. This was a self-defense ability that had emerged among alchemists in the past century.

  After the class ended, Jiang Huairou walked up to Nan Gong Huan, her gentle smile in place. "Nan Gong, let’s go to the mission zone tomorrow and earn some more credits."

  Nan Gong Huan smiled and said, "Sure, I think the mission to collect elemental spiritual energy at Zhenshan Pavilion sounds good. We can go together tomorrow."

  Jiang Huairou’s smile stiffened for a moment but quickly returned to normal. "I think that mission sounds good too. It’s safe within the academy and very suitable for us."

  At that moment, Song Xiran also approached. She exuded an elegant and dignified aura, placing a gilded invitation in front of Nan Gong Huan. "Miss Huan, I’ll be hosting a tea party in a few days at my dormitory. Would you honor me with your presence?"

  The gilded invitation was delicately engraved with the character "Huan."

  "It’s my honor. I’ll definitely attend," Nan Gong Huan took the invitation, checking the date. It happened to be a day without classes.

  It was said that the royal family had a precious fir purple tea fruit, which was exactly the material she needed for her Four Spirit Life potion.

  Nan Gong Huan had been wondering how to approach someone from the royal family. If all else failed, she could use her Black Lotus identity. Now, it seemed Song Xiran might be the breakthrough she needed.

  "I look forward to your arrival," Song Xiran smiled and nodded, then gracefully walked away.

  The students who hadn’t left the classroom yet saw this and began whispering among themselves.

  "Let’s go, we still have a martial arts class," Nan Gong Huan called Jiang Huairou, heading toward the training grounds.

  The martial arts class for alchemists was mainly to strengthen their physical bodies, practicing basic martial techniques to stay fit and protect themselves to some extent.

  The students soon arrived at the alchemist training grounds, and Lu Sui’an kept stealing envious glances at Nan Gong Huan along the way.

  She had always wanted to attend Princess Song Xiran’s tea party but had never been invited.

  Song Xiran was a member of the Order Corps from the previous year. The tea party usually invited Order Corps members, including powerful seniors. Making connections with any one of them could lead to great success!