Lu Hu contentedly patted Fang Zhou on the shoulder and said, "You’re a good kid."
After thinking for a moment, he reminded him, "Major Su can be a bit impulsive and is quite proud of her talents, so you need to show a bit of humility."
Fang Zhou nodded slightly to show he understood.
As they spoke, the two had already arrived in front of the office building.
Following Lu Hu, they entered an office where Fang Zhou immediately noticed a woman at the desk.
She had a cascade of silver hair, contrasting sharply with the black dress she wore, like a symphony woven from night and moonlight.
Her figure was curvaceous, and beneath the folds of her dress, glimpses of fair skin would occasionally show, her captivating beauty resembling a rose in the World of the Dead, blooming in darkness yet exuding an irresistible allure of danger.
Bai Xiaochan was also beautiful, considered a campus beauty.
But compared to this silver-haired, black-dressed lady, she seemed a bit more youthful and lacking in sophistication.
Lu Hu greeted, "Major Su, I’ve brought Fang Zhou."
Su Xinyan looked up at Fang Zhou, her fair face exhibiting indifferent expressions.
She stood up, walked slowly towards Fang Zhou in her silver high heels.
Her delicate nostrils flared slightly as she suddenly placed her cool hand on Fang Zhou’s neck, bent down to sniff, her eyes carrying a hint of intoxication.
"Ah, the sweet scent of death."
Seeing this, Lu Hu shuddered and quickly turned away, saying as he left, "You two converse, I won’t disturb."
Fang Zhou inwardly cursed Instructor Lu for being unreliable, yet feeling it inappropriate to voice these thoughts to the newly met Su Xinyan, he allowed her to circle around him, sniffing here and there.
Luckily, Su Xinyan soon returned to normal.
She gestured for Fang Zhou to sit down, her expression enigmatic as she said, "I seem to see endless shadows of death on you, no undead mage in this world is closer to death than you, not even I can..."
Fang Zhou’s face darkened, Su Xinyan’s words seemingly a curse of his imminent demise.
However, upon pondering for a while, he marveled at Su Xinyan’s keen perception.
Having a skeleton clone in the Undead Realm, naturally, made him closer to death than anyone else.
Could it be that Su Xinyan really sensed his undead mage talent?
Afterwards, Su Xinyan asked Fang Zhou a few questions regarding the deduction process of three Skeleton Series spells, to which he responded fluently.
Fang Zhou also took the opportunity to consult Su Xinyan on many lingering doubts, such as the deduction process of undead mage displacement skills and ways to enhance the strength of summoned creatures, all of which she answered one by one.
The inspiration bursting from his words made Su Xinyan’s beautiful eyes sparkle, and her demeanor no longer as icy as before.
She looked at Fang Zhou, her eyes void, expression desolate, her speech carrying a sense of loneliness.
"I have walked this dark path alone for too long, finally, there is a fellow traveler."
Then, she suddenly tilted her head as if casually, saying, "Fang Zhou, do you think my hair color is nice?"
Fang Zhou was slightly stunned, the topic shift was rather abrupt.
But he quickly regained composure, complimenting, "Instructor Su, your silver hair is stunning."
Su Xinyan gave a slight smile, saying, "Since my awakening, it has always been this color.
My father says it is the manifestation of undead mana.
Sigh, outsiders place such high expectations on me, always saying, ’If the heavens didn’t give birth to Su Xinyan, the undead would be as dark as eternal night.’
No one understands the pressure and loneliness in my heart,"
Fang Zhou tugged at the corners of his mouth, slowly gaining clarity.
This Instructor Su, why does she seem a bit like an older Ye Fan.
He carefully controlled his expression, showcasing a sincere look of amazement.
Seeing this, Su Xinyan felt a sense of satisfaction.
This act, she gave herself full marks.
Since learning that the developer of the Skeleton Series skill tree was a young man who had just turned eighteen, Su Xinyan, besides her original admiration, also felt a bit of unacceptance and slight jealousy.
The waves of the Yangtze River push the waves before, but was she, the previous wave, to be swept on the beach by Fang Zhou, the subsequent wave?
So she had long prepared this debut conversation routine, determined to establish a high-image persona in front of Fang Zhou.
It seemed the plan was a success.
After the chit-chat, Su Xinyan steered the conversation back on track.
"Fang Zhou, breaking through to a middle-rank apprentice within a month.
This speed is unprecedented at Sea City Military Academy.
Even across the whole Human Alliance, only during the initial two years of the Era of Myth did some innate awakeners achieve this.
Ahem, even back in my day, it took me a month and a few days.
Besides your extraordinary talent, is there any other technique?
Fang Zhou knew his breakthrough speed was too exaggerated, he expected Su Xinyan’s inquiry long before. He had already crafted an answer in his mind.
He looked at Su Xinyan, calmly stated, "Instructor Su, I slightly improved the Skeleton Meditation Method, increasing the efficiency a bit."
Su Xinyan responded with a soft "oh," her expression calm, not particularly surprised.
The Skeleton Meditation Method was the result of continuous improvements by generations of undead mages, not just by Fang Zhou; even she herself had personally improved it.
She asked, "Then why haven’t you uploaded it to the Human Alliance skill library?"
Fang Zhou smiled somewhat sheepishly and spoke frankly, "I previously uploaded four new skills, and my contribution points haven’t been used up yet, so I temporarily forgot about it."
Hearing this, Su Xinyan felt her chest tighten, almost breaking her composure.
Is this human talk?!
Fang Zhou, feeling a bit conscious, opened his personal terminal and said to Su Xinyan, "Instructor Su, I’ll send you a copy, and please help review it."
Su Xinyan managed to suppress the urge to punch Fang Zhou, her face maintaining a nonchalant expression, "No problem."
As a skill developer, Fang Zhou had the authority to share skills freely with others.
Soon, Su Xinyan received the Skeleton King Meditation Method skill book.
Seeing the name, she secretly complained.
Just a skeleton, why make it a king.
This Fang Zhou appeared humble and courteous, yet his bravado even exceeded hers.
Su Xinyan opened her personal terminal, casually browsing through Fang Zhou’s improved meditation imagery, somewhat dismissive initially.
The latest version of the Skeleton Meditation Method was a result of her own improvements, confident in achieving the utmost.
Su Xinyan was assured, even if Fang Zhou’s talent in the undead mage profession indeed surpassed hers, the improvements he could make to an apprentice-level meditation wouldn’t be extensive.
However, as she continued to look, her initial indifference gradually turned into astonishment.
The imagery of the Skeleton King Meditation Method, seemingly imbued with profound magic power, completely absorbed her spirit into it.
Unbeknownst to her, in Su Xinyan’s spiritual world, an imposing figure donning a skeletal crown, wearing majestic bone armor, and wielding a skeletal long spear emerged.