Douluo: Wuhun Bone Dragon, I am the Undead Scourge

Chapter 92 Learning Necromancy
Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the villa.

Gu Feng sat cross-legged, protecting his spirit, his body emanating a faint, eerie aura.

Beside him floated a noble-looking soul, none other than Electrox.

"Little Fengzi, don't give up. Although the Weakness Curse and Soul Impact are still difficult for you to cultivate at the moment, once you succeed, your strength will increase exponentially."

Gu Feng gritted his teeth and persevered: "Don't worry, Elder Yi, I won't give up."

As he spoke, his gaze sharpened again, and he attempted to use a mental attack.

After hundreds of attempts, this time, it was finally not a fruitless effort.

The frog on the table kicked its legs, its belly turned white, and it started foaming at the mouth.

"Success!" Gu Feng's face lit up with joy.

God knows what he went through during this time in order to practice necromancy.

Even the basic-level curse magic and soul impact had already exhausted him, who did not possess a spirit-type martial soul, and his mental strength was almost squeezed to its limit.

During this period, Gu Feng devoted almost all his energy to practicing soul impact, and had no time to pay attention to anything else.

Like an ascetic, he stayed in his dormitory all day, diligently cultivating himself.

If it weren't for Shana bringing him three meals a day on time, he probably would have completely forgotten the concept of time.

The only advantage is that now that I've learned Mental Shock, I have more moves to use when facing opponents.

It can even subdue the enemy without fighting.

"Finally finished the training. Next up is the curse magic. Elder Yi, that shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

"Hmm, that's not difficult, provided you've mastered the Mental Shock technique."

"Okay, let's get started!"

……

Tiandou Royal Academy.

New Book Class 3.

A corner seat by the window.

Bai Chenxiang slumped listlessly on her desk, her face full of helplessness as she launched into a rant: "Ugh, I only just realized how boring it is when Gu Feng isn't here. Shana, do you know when Gu Feng will be back for class?"

Ye Lingling, who was standing to the side, covered her face and chuckled, "Xiangxiang, even if Gu Feng comes back, he probably won't recognize the completely transformed you now."

Ye Lingling's words were true. Ever since Bai Chenxiang's martial soul evolved, her entire demeanor has undergone a tremendous change.

Not to mention, she changed back into women's clothing from men's clothing. Apart from her still having a blonde hairstyle and some resemblance in her eyebrows, she was almost unrecognizable.

Shana gently shook her head: "Shana doesn't know when the young master will return to class either."

At this moment, Ye Lingling seemed to suddenly remember something important and said, "By the way, there's a practical class this afternoon, are you guys going?"

Practical training is a great opportunity to test your skills, a stage for freshmen to showcase their talents, and a great chance to access college resources.

"Of course I'll go! I'm completely different now than before, hehehe, but I have to thank Gu Feng for that."

Bai Chenxiang perked up instantly at the mention of practical training, her lips curving into a confident smile.

If Gu Feng hadn't given her the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, she wouldn't have been able to evolve her martial soul and greatly increase her strength.

Suddenly, Shana raised her index finger to her lips, signaling the two to be quiet: "Shh—"

Just then, the homeroom teacher, Xu San, walked briskly into the classroom. He clapped his hands, a kind smile on his face, signaling everyone to quiet down, and then said with a smile, "Hello everyone, I have good news and bad news to tell you today. Which one would you like to hear first?"

"Of course it's good news!" everyone shouted in unison.

Rather than hearing bad news first and then feeling the comfort of good news, people clearly prefer to experience happiness first.

"The good news is that we have a new student in our class today. Let's give him a round of applause!"

As soon as Teacher Xu finished speaking, a sparse round of applause rang out in the classroom.

After everyone finished their polite applause, they began to look out the door, eagerly awaiting what was to come.

Then Tyrone strode in from outside the door.

Bai Chenxiang frowned and muttered to herself, "Why is this guy so persistent?"

"What's wrong?" Ye Lingling asked, puzzled.

"No, it's nothing." Bai Chenxiang shook her head slightly. She didn't want to make a big deal out of it, nor did she want to involve her friends.

"Alright, students, now it's study time. Feel free to chat and get along well."

To prevent the new students from feeling too constrained, Teacher Xu decided to leave the classroom first, creating a relaxed atmosphere for everyone to communicate.

Seeing the teacher leave, Tyrone's eyes lit up instantly. He looked around and quickly found Bai Chenxiang in the classroom.

However, he didn't rush over. Instead, he strode up to the podium, slammed his hand on the desk with a loud "bang," and arrogantly declared, "Hello everyone, my name is Tyrone. From today onwards, I am the class's top student. Does anyone have any objections?"

Tyrone was convinced that with his age and imposing presence, he could at least easily gain everyone's approval, if not intimidate the group of kids below.

Upon hearing this, the students in the audience were stunned at first, as if they were shocked by Tyrone's arrogant remarks. Then, the audience burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha..." Laughter echoed throughout the classroom.

"You? You don't deserve it!"

One classmate mocked him mercilessly.

"This is hilarious! There really are people who aren't afraid of death!"

Another classmate joined in the commotion.

"Where did this country bumpkin come from? He wants to be the boss? He should beat Brother Gu Feng first."

One student immediately brought up Gu Feng, who was considered the undisputed top student of Class 3.

Everyone chimed in, showing no respect for Tyrone.

Tyrone's face instantly turned bright red. He never expected to be met with such merciless ridicule and mockery as soon as he arrived.

You should know that in the previous Blue Tyrant Academy's junior class, he was the genuine top student among the freshmen, attracting attention wherever he went.

"I'm an 18th-level offensive-type Soul Master. If you're not convinced, then fight me. Whoever has the stronger fist is the boss."

Tyrone resorted to threats, hoping to intimidate his classmates with force.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the audience erupted in boos.

"Don't be ridiculous. How old are you? Why are you in our freshman class?"

A short-haired boy directly hit Tyrone's sore spot, questioning his age.

"You really think we're afraid of you?"

Everyone present was a nobleman, yet they weren't intimidated by his threats and weren't fazed in the slightest.

"Yeah, this guy seems to have some kind of mental problem."

One student muttered to himself, which drew snickers from the students around him.

(End of this chapter)