"Trash."

"Show-off. Let’s continue."

"Arrogant newbie skipping morning classes."

"Ignore him. Keep fighting."

What the hell? Sky Qi took a few insults and got completely ignored.

*Told you. This class is a dumpster fire. What the hell is that old bastard Adolf even doing here?*

"Enough. Stop." A crisp voice cut through the noise from the doorway. "Can’t you see we have a newcomer?"

A girl with pale blue hair stood there, her gaze sharp as winter frost—clear as autumn water, porcelain skin radiating icy aloofness. She wore a snow-white dress, flowing and serene.

The moment she spoke, the rowdy students froze. They bowed in unison toward Sky Qi’s back, voices synchronized: "Afternoon, Big Sis."

Sky Qi’s expression stiffened. His lips twitched.

*Did I just join a cult? Should I bolt right now? What kind of class is this? Since when does Adolf Academy have this?*

He sensed the class’s unspoken rules: chaos on the surface, but strength ruled all. This girl’s power was at least A Rank—maybe even close to Vicky’s level. Though she stood two meters away, her bone-chilling aura washed over him. He didn’t need to resist it; such cold meant nothing to him.

*She’s mastered her craft. This chill is just her casual aura—just below a Domain. She definitely has her own Domain. And it’d be far stronger.*

Her words welcomed the newcomer, but her aura was a clear threat. *Strong. Respected. "Big Sis"? Her status must be sky-high. Noble blood, at minimum.*

Her plain dress was a disguise. Every brawling student wore gilded robes, flashing family heirlooms. Some even channeled ancestral magic mid-fight—techniques from Arcana Continent’s oldest noble houses.

"New student. I’m Nangong Fengxue." She extended a hand toward Sky Qi.

"Holy crap—Big Sis greeting a newbie?"

"This guy’s special."

"Lucky bastard. I wish that was me."

Whispers erupted. Nangong Fengxue’s brows furrowed. A glacial glare swept the room. Instantly, the chatterers shivered as if stripped naked in an Antarctic gale.

Sky Qi raised an eyebrow. Touching a pretty girl still felt awkward—even with the Unicorn Witch’s blessing slowing his power drain. But refusing her hand? Lin Xiarri would’ve mocked him for that.

"Pleasure. I’m Bai Feng." He made up the name smoothly, shaking her hand.

The moment their palms met, his Sea of Magic trembled. His smile stayed warm, but his eyes flickered.

Inside him, the Sea’s raging waves crashed against her invading chill. The cold dodged, weaving through the surges, hunting cracks to freeze the ocean solid. But a deeper, cobalt wave surged—devouring the frost like prey.

*Damn. She slipped ice into my veins during the handshake?* He’d purged it instantly.

Nangong Fengxue hid her shock. Her aura couldn’t intimidate a mere B Rank newbie? She’d dominated peers effortlessly. *How?*

*Why are all the strong ones girls lately?* Sky Qi thought, stunned. *Humanity’s top cultivators on Arcana Continent keep being women. What’s wrong with the guys?*

He flashed a charming smile. "Miss Nangong’s hand is so cold, it banishes summer’s heat."

"Then I’ll take that as a compliment." She caught his double meaning and stepped down gracefully.

*This class is a den of monsters.* Sky Qi wiped sweat from his brow, deeply shaken.

*I need to break this seal faster. If a girl can rattle me at this power level... I almost reached for fire magic just now.*

Nangong Fengxue’s test was clear: *This newbie’s strong enough to recruit.* She filed away her approval.

"*Ahem.* Class, return to your seats." A frail old man hobbled to the podium, leaning on a cane.

Sky Qi sighed. *Teaching at death’s door? Adolf’s really squeezing its instructors.*

Grumbling filled the room, but students obeyed. The classroom was half-empty. Sky Qi slumped into a back-row seat. He hadn’t come to learn—just to endure. He flopped onto his desk.

"Now, let’s begin." The old man cleared his throat. "Class!"

A few mumbled replies echoed. He didn’t flinch. Clearly, he was used to this.

"Since our new student skipped morning lessons... why don’t you introduce yourself?"

Sky Qi’s eye twitched. *Dumping this on me? His class is failing, and he’s blaming my absence? What a show-off.*

He trudged to the podium. No one looked up. Students scrolled phones, chatted, or—like the couple making out on a desk—ignored him completely.

No discipline. No respect. These lawless nobles hadn’t even registered his existence.