Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Just as Lin Shu was struggling with her decision, a commotion arose in the distance.

Lin Shu looked up and saw a group of people talking animatedly, and the people they were talking about were walking towards her.

Leading the way was the academy's deacon, a second-ring wizard.

Behind the deacon was a young man in a dark purple robe. His expression was calm, but his eyes were fixed on them.

His face was very young, looking like he was only in his early twenties, but the depth in his eyes was not what one would expect for someone his age.

Lin Shu stared blankly at that familiar face, her mind going blank for a moment, seemingly unable to believe it.

She shook her head and looked at the person again, only to find that the person was looking at her with a smile in their eyes.

Lin Shu's hand loosened, and her beloved book fell to the ground with a thud.

That man is her father!

Although it had been several years since they last met, and although his clothes had changed and his demeanor had changed, she recognized him at a glance!

It's exactly the same as she remembers from her childhood!

Lin Shu could no longer hold back. She quickened her pace, her skirt billowing in the wind, her hair flying behind her.

"Father!"

She threw herself into Lynn's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest, breathing in her father's scent.

Tears fell onto Lynn's robe, only to be bounced off.

"Father, you've finally come! Do you know how long I've waited? Do you know how much I've missed you all these years?"

Lynn patted her back gently, then looked up at Wardfa.

He had overheard Wardfa and Lin Shu's conversation.

What do you mean by cutting cultivation resources for disobedience? What do you mean by "you can't escape, you'll be his woman in the future"...?

I could hear every word clearly.

Threatening a little girl, what a beast!

Lin Shu lifted her head from Lin En's arms, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and was about to say something to her father when she saw Lin En's cold gaze fixed on Wardfa.

Lin Shu panicked and was about to explain when Lynn had already carried her to Ward's noodle shop.

Wardfa stood there, looking at Lynn.

He couldn't see through the stranger's strength, but he had faith in his father!

My father is a high-ranking wizard of the third ring, who has taught at Earth Pulse for many years and has extensive connections.

Even if this person has some ability, he wouldn't dare to run wild on the territory of the Earth Pulse.

"My daughter's busy tonight," Lynn said calmly. "How about I accompany you to the social event?"

Wardfa's expression changed; the corners of his mouth turned down, and his eyes narrowed.

"Don't think you can lecture me just because you're Lin Shu's father. Who do you think you are, to presume to tell me what to do? Do you even know who I am? Do you know who my father is?"

"My father, Warren, is a Grand Wizard of the Third Ring!"

The middle-aged deacon accompanying Lynn turned pale.

He recognized Wardfa and knew he was Warren's son, but he didn't expect him to be so arrogant as to threaten a Stigmata as an apprentice.

Don't even mention you, even if your father Warren were here, he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant!

He stepped forward, his voice turning deep.

"Wardfa, don't be rude! This is the Holy Mark Wizard from the Bone Spire Academy. Apologize immediately."

Ward was stunned for a moment.

Stigmata?

Is Lin Shu's father a Saint Mark?

Are you kidding me?

If it were truly a Sacred Mark, would it cultivate within the pulse of the earth?

If it were truly a Saintly Mark, would it be afraid of withholding cultivation resources?

However, seeing the butler's solemn appearance, Wardfa couldn't help but feel uneasy.

His father was a third-ringed official, which was a whole rank higher than a Saintly Mark. The difference between the two was like heaven and earth, both in terms of strength and status.

I just provoked you like that...

Thinking of this, Ward's legs went weak, and he opened his mouth to apologize.

"My lord, I have been offensive just now, please forgive me..."

Lynn raised his right hand before Ward could finish speaking. "It's alright, just be more careful next time."

Upon hearing the first two words, Ward felt relieved, thinking that Lin Shu's father was quite easy to talk to, and that if he could build a good relationship with him, he might be able to call him his father-in-law.

If I really had a father-in-law with the Saint Mark level, I could do whatever I wanted at the academy.

But when the second half of the sentence came out, Wardfa was dumbfounded.

He didn't understand the meaning of those words yet, but the deacon understood instantly, his expression changed drastically, and he was about to speak up to persuade him.

But Lynn didn't give him a chance.

Wardfa's body suddenly froze, and his soul floated out from above his head, a hazy gray mass, retaining Wardfa's terrified expression, mouth agape, eyes wide open.

A faint blue light shone from Lynn's fingertips, falling upon Wardfa's soul, which instantly ignited.

It's not fire, but the soul spontaneously combusting, starting from the edge and burning to ashes little by little.

Wardfa's soul let out a scream, sharp and piercing, that pierced the eardrums of everyone present.

The middle-aged deacon's face turned deathly pale.

He raised his hand, trying to cast a spell to save Wardfa's soul, but his spell, when it landed on the flames, evaporated instantly, like water poured onto red-hot iron.

The gap in strength between the two is too great.

He looked at Lynn, his lips trembling. "Sir, he's just an apprentice, please be lenient."

Lynn didn't look at him.

"The dignity of the Stigmata has been offended by a mere apprentice. Is this how the Pulse of the Earth treats its guests?"

The middle-aged deacon was speechless.

He lowered his head and stepped aside.

The majesty of the Stigmata cannot be violated!

A few breaths later, Wardfa's soul was completely consumed by fire.

His body was still standing, his hands still in the posture of preparing to apologize, but his soul was gone.

Finally, his soul burned out, and his body fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The white wizard apprentices around them had never seen anything like it before, and they all screamed in terror.

Some people backed away, some crouched down and covered their heads, and some turned and ran.

Lynn shook her head.

These white wizards really have poor mental fortitude. If they were in the Bone Spire Academy, every day an apprentice or two would die, and their deaths would be far more gruesome than this.

Lin Shu stood next to Lin En, still feeling a little dizzy.

My own father is a great Stigmata?!

This is so... awesome!!

Looking at Wardfa's corpse lying on the ground, Lin Shu's eyes showed no fear, only pleasure.

This person has been harassing her for years, threatening her with cultivation resources and intimidating her with his father's name.

She endured it all, not daring to resist.

Now he is dead, killed by his own father, and the deacons and academy apprentices can only watch helplessly, no one daring to stop him.

This is the true "privilege," a "privilege" derived from strength!

She looked up at Lynn's profile.

Her father's face was cold, but she felt warm and at ease.

It's so good to have my father around.

Lynn glanced down at Lin Shu and ruffled her hair. "Let's go."

Lin Shu nodded and followed Lin En.

The middle-aged deacon walked ahead, his pace quick.

He dared not look back at the corpse, nor at Lynn; his back was drenched in sweat.

If he had continued to persuade him and angered Lynn, he might have taken his anger out on him and killed him. He would have had no choice but to accept his bad luck.