I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Wind Spirit, hear my call, let your roar cleanse this world of its sins..."

"Oh Earth, heed my summons..."

One after another, ridiculously adolescent spells were chanted by the students of the Super God Academy, and in an instant, the surroundings turned into a veritable hell on earth, with seas of fire, lightning, ice, and sand...

Others might not know what this signified, but as magicians from Merlin's Magic Academy, the principal, teachers, and students all knew damn well, these were freaking monsters!

Up till now, not a single student from Merlin's Magician Academy had enough magic power to release a Forbidden Curse of such magnitude.

Now, it seemed that for students of the Magic Academy at Super God Academy, casting Forbidden Curses was just a basic skill; if you couldn't cast one, you might even be looked down upon.

The craziest part was that this class was titled "Basics of Forbidden Curses." If the basics were this powerful, what kind of world-ending state would more advanced Forbidden Curses entail?

A full minute passed, and the students had gradually finished releasing their Forbidden Curses without appearing drained of magic power at all; instead, they looked lively and spirited.

"Not bad, Lei, your Forbidden Curse's range has increased by at least 20% since a week ago, right?"

"Oh come on, what's the use? To pass this month's exam, I need a radius of at least 100 meters. I still have to practice a lot!"

"I heard the sophomores can cast a minimum radius of 500 meters. If you can't reach 500 meters, I heard you won't even pass the freshman final exams!"

"Hey, look over there, what's with that bunch of country bumpkins? Hahaha, they weren't scared stiff by us, were they?"

"Hey, don't be so shocked, this is just one of our required courses that everyone must learn. Looking at your clothes, you're magicians too, right? How about we spar a bit?"

...

"Yes, Mr. Port, wasn't your intention to come and spar with us today? My students also happen to share that sentiment," Zhang Menglong glanced at the young magicians behind Port, "We have a duel arena here for magicians, we can stop at any time, make friends through magic."

"You... who will go and interact with them?" Port glanced at his students, but they were already trembling from head to toe.

This was supposed to be sparring? Were these Super God Academy folks trying to straight-up kill them?

They wouldn't stand a chance against even one of the Forbidden Curses let alone all. In fact, every magician apprentice that came along this time would be instantly wiped out by a single curse!

"Well, Principal, I seem to have an upset stomach today, I'm going to look for a bathroom."

"Senior, why don't you go? Didn't you say we should spar more with students from Super God Academy before you came?"

"Junior, I think I'll let you have this opportunity for exchange. We only improve through more interactions!"

Is this what you call sparring? Heading there was like offering one's head on a platter; they couldn't block a single spell!

...

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light suddenly shot from a student's wand, striking a mosquito flying by in midair. The mosquito drifted down slowly, dead before it even hit the ground.

"What... what spell is that?" As magicians sensitive to death, they knew that the previous Forbidden Curses were elemental attacks, but that spell just now was one that directly stripped away life!

"It's the Killing Curse, Avada Kedavra," Zhang Menglong explained. "Aren't you all magicians? Haven't you watched Harry Potter? It's that Avada Kedavra!"

Zhang Menglong walked up to the student and smacked him on the head, "Who told you to mess around with that spell? If you had shot that off-course and hit someone, wouldn't we be sending a 'lucky' audience member off randomly?"

The student stuck out his tongue bashfully.

"Director Zhang, is this really the Avada Kedavra Death Curse?" The magicians had also researched it, but they found no trace of such curses. These magicians had no idea how to create new spells; all the spells they used were passed down from a long time ago.

"Yes," Zhang Menglong nodded.

"Is this what your academy's teacher taught? Can I meet him?" Dean Port asked eagerly. In his mind, anyone who could master such a powerful curse must be an extremely badass magician.

"Professor Riddle!"

"Professor Riddle?"

"Professor Tom!"

"Voldemort, get your ass over here and meet the guests!"

A jet of black mist suddenly burst out from the Magic School, and a giant green skull appeared in the sky as a robed figure materialized out of nowhere in front of the four academy directors.

"Why don't you wear shoes?" Zhang Menglong kicked Voldemort's behind. "And I told you to get a nose job. How many times? It's not good scaring the kids, you know? Even if you don't frighten the kids, it's rude to scare our guests, do you understand?"

"I understand, Director, please stop hitting me!" Voldemort felt a real pang of misery inside.

"This is our Sorcery class' Professor Tom; he's the one who taught these curses."

"Is this the Great Magician?" Dean Port could feel the surging magic power within Voldemort, definitely stronger than his own!

What he couldn't understand was why this powerful magician was so respectful to Zhang Menglong. Shouldn't magicians of this caliber be quite arrogant? This Professor Voldemort looked... more like a dog!

"Master, are you the director of this Magic Academy?" Dean Port asked cautiously, lowering his own stature in the presence of such a Great Magician.

"Director? I wouldn't dare!" Professor Riddle quickly waved his hands, "I'm far from powerful enough, my magical level is the weakest of all the teachers at our Magic Academy."

"What? The weakest?" Dean Port was stunned. Such vast magic power, and still deemed the weakest magician—how formidable must the director of this Magic Academy be?

"You see, we still have to rely on these broken sticks to cast spells," Professor Riddle flicked the magic wand in his hand, "Real Great Magicians don't need wands at all, they can directly communicate with the elements through magic power and cast powerful spells."

Dean Port nodded; the libraries of Merlin's Magician Academy had records of such magicians, who had surpassed the level of Great Magician and indeed no longer required wands for casting spells. But such powerful magicians hadn't appeared for over a thousand years.

Could there be such an existence in Huaxia's Super God Academy?

"Oh! Here comes the vice-director of our Magician Academy!" Zhang Menglong pointed at the sky.

Dean Port and the others looked in that direction to see the sky filled with swirling sands as a bald figure descended slowly like a deity.

"That's the Wind Elemental and the Earth Elemental!"

"And such a strong Power of Death!"

"With such immense magic power, could this vice-director have already surpassed a Great Magician?"

The bald figure landed on the ground and glared at Voldemort, "Why aren't you in class? What are you doing here? Don't want your job anymore?"

"Yes! Director Imhotep, I'll go to class immediately!" Voldemort hunched over like a lackey.

Zhang Menglong turned to Dean Port, "Dean Port, since the students have no desire for a spar, how about you have a match with our Magic Academy's vice-director?"

Dean Port's breathing stalled a bit. Spar with such a big shot? If you want my life, just say so!