The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

The day that the entire Deathfire Academy had been anticipating had finally arrived.

Early in the morning, all the students and mentors gathered in the arena.

The martial arts arena of Deathfire Academy was very broad, large enough to accommodate thousands of undead. Today, in order to let other students and mentors witness this competition, all the classes in the morning were cancelled.

“Say, this competition is not really very interesting, so why are there so many people?” Early in the morning, an undead youth who was dragged up by his companions to watch the bustle could not help but mutter. In his opinion, the two mentors, Luoqiu and Yan Di, were not comparable at all. In the whole Deathfire Academy, only one mentor could be put on the same level as Luoqiu, which was Kehr.

As for that newbie Yan Di, wasn’t she just a green onion?

“You don’t understand, that new mentor, we have always been curious about that thing. I heard a month ago that she had the guts to provoke Mentor Luoqiu, simply so bold. We also must see the bustle.” Another undead teenager laughed and said. In their mouths, Luoqiu was called a mentor. As for Shen Yanxiao, they did not put her in their eyes at all as they simply called her by her first name.

“She provoked Mentor Luoqiu? Is that low undead crazy?”

“Who knows. But I heard that Yan Di was personally recommended by Mentor Kehr, that’s why she was able to enter Deathfire Academy even as a low undead. This is a legend in itself. Besides, she has been training students behind closed doors all this time. Don’t you want to see what this exotic fellow can do?”

“Please. Even if she has three heads and six arms, she’s just a low undead. I wonder if those students are stupid or what? They are actually so honest and obedient. If it were me, even if you beat me to death, I would not let a humble low undead teach me. That is simply a disgrace.” The undead teenager’s eyes were filled with disgust as he subconsciously looked to the other side of the arena.

There, two hundred resurrected undead were cowering in the corner.

Deathfire Academy was a special school open to both kinds of undead. But compared with the purebred undead students, there were far fewer resurrected undead here. For most of the time, these purebred students despised those resurrected undead and even disdained talking to them.

In the Howling Abyss, the hierarchy of the undead was very strict. The low and intermediate undead could not resist any orders of the purebred undead.

The resurrected undead were essentially slaves of the purebred undead. And staying in a school with a group of slaves was an intolerable thing for these purebred undead. Now, they found that a low undead was their mentor. It could be imagined that Shen Yanxiao’s addition to Deathfire Academy at the beginning had brought a great impact.

What they found even more incomprehensible was those students assigned to Shen Yanxiao. Apart from making some fuss on the first day, they totally kept quiet about Shen Yanxiao afterwards. Even when they ridiculed Shen Yanxiao’s lowly identity, those guys would come up with a retort or two.

It could be said that in the eyes of other students, Zhanye and those others were a group of traitors.

It was a great shame for a purebred undead to be willing to obey the orders of a low undead.

“The heads of the low undead aren’t that good, didn’t you know? If she wants to seek death, fine. But this time, she also dragged her students where the wind and the waves are the fiercest. In the end, trash is trash. She has no brain at all.”