Full-Time Mage: Starting from Obtaining the Mysterious Ancient Tree

Chapter 338 Ye Xinxia, ​​Salang
“Mo Fan, we don’t know how to tell you this. Actually, at first we also found it hard to believe and thought it was quite absurd, but after listing a series of evidence, we had to admit the truth,” Tang Zhong said.

"Just tell me directly, is there anything in this world that I'm afraid of?" Mo Fan replied.

“Sarang has been captured,” Leng Qing said.

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan was taken aback.

His first reaction upon hearing the news was disbelief.

After a short while, Mo Fan, having recovered his senses, asked, "Where were you caught?"

“The Parthenon,” Leng Qing said.

Mo Fan chuckled to himself. Salang was hiding in the Parthenon?
It's true that the most dangerous place is the safest place, but how exactly was she exposed?

"Sarang being caught is not a good thing. Why are you all being so secretive? And does this have anything to do with me? I feel like there's something off about the look in your eyes after you saw this," Mo Fan said, puzzled.

"Don't you want to know who she is?" Fang Yu asked in a low voice.

“Who else could she be? She’s Salang! Good thing we caught her! But I don’t think the Parthenon should jump to conclusions too quickly, because that person might not actually be Salang. Nobody has ever seen her true face… I’ve heard her voice, but there are too many ways to change a voice, including appearances,” Mo Fan said.

“There is irrefutable evidence to prove that she is her.”

"What irrefutable evidence? Oh, first tell me who she is," Mo Fan said.

The room fell silent; no one wanted to speak.

"Ye Xinxia." Seeing the three of them hesitate, Fang Yu revealed the truth.

Mo Fan was stunned when he heard what Fang Yu said.

Xin Xia? How could she possibly be Salang?
Mo Fan's aura changed, and a violent blood energy flowed from his skin, awakening his demonic bloodline.

"Mo Fan, calm yourself down first," Leng Qing hurriedly advised.

The three of them could sense that Mo Fan's demonic bloodline was about to be activated in that instant, and their worst fears had come true.

"There's nothing to adjust. The Parthenon is courting its own destruction. I really wouldn't mind tearing down their temple and leveling their mountain," Mo Fan said coldly. "The Parthenon is doing something so ridiculous for the sake of an election!"

Xin Xia entered the Saintess's Hall without any hindrance. From that moment on, Mo Fan felt something was wrong. Could it be that Xin Xia was being used as a pawn?

Sure enough, the election is approaching, and one candidate after another has run into problems. Now it's Xinxia's turn.

"Calm down and let me finish," Fang Yu said after a moment of silence.
"First of all, Ye Xinxia did not kill Saintess Panijia; she killed herself."

"Secondly, in this world, the Bishop's Bloodstone is the only thing that can prove Salang's identity. People judge whether a person is Salang by whether his blood can be accepted by the Bishop's Bloodstone."

"But there is one exception: the blood of offspring can also be recognized by the bishop's bloodstone."

“Sarang is indeed Salang, and Xinxia is indeed Xinxia. They are not the same person, but when Ye Xinxia was born, her identity had already overlapped with Salang’s.”

Mo Fan fell silent upon hearing Fang Yu's words. He then spoke in a low voice, "You mean, Ye Xinxia is Salang's daughter."

"Okay." Fang Yu nodded.

Leng Qing and the other two were also shocked by this news.

"How did you obtain this information?" Leng Qing looked at Fang Yu intently and asked.

"It's not through normal channels, so I can't disclose that," Fang Yu said.

"In the current situation, Ye Xinxia's blood has indeed been mixed with the bishop's blood, and the bloodstone has accepted her blood."

"She has fully proven to the world that she is a cardinal, that she is Salon, so whether she is Salon or not is no longer important."

"Someone wanted to kill Ye Xinxia, ​​so they used Pan Nijia's suicide to drag her into a dark execution ground for trial, in order to seize a treasure from her that could bring people back to life," Fang Yu continued.

"what?"

"Resurrection?" Tang Zhong said at this moment, "The Parthenon Soul, only this thing can bring someone back to life. You mean it's in Ye Xinxia's body."

"Who is behind this?" Mo Fan's killing intent was erupting.

"Yi Zhisha, a person who died 14 years ago, was resurrected using some kind of ancient Egyptian evil magic. She did not die, but is sleeping in the Parthenon. She needs the soul of the Parthenon to ascend to the position of goddess, so that the Parthenon can regain its former glory." Fang Yu slowly arrived.

As soon as Fang Yu finished speaking, the group was stunned. More importantly, Fang Yu's information was too astonishing.

At this moment, Mo Fan exuded an extremely terrifying aura, both frenzied and icy, as if he had become a completely different person.

He has placed the name Yizhisha on par with Salang.

"If you really want to save her, the only way is to take him away before the Dark Execution Ground opens. Otherwise, in your current state, you're no match for Hai La," Fang Yu said.

Mo Fan didn't say anything more, got up and left the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds.

"I'll go take a look." Fang Yu said, then got up and left.

At the airport, Mo Fan saw Fang Yu arrive, paused for a moment, and then said, "You don't need to go over."

"Maybe it will work," Fang Yu said, handing a bead to Mo Fan.

“This is a totem bead.” Mo Fan glanced at the bead, feeling slightly moved.

"Take it. Having the totem bead by your side will help you immediately. More combat power means more chances of winning."

"Okay, thanks."

"Let's go."

If Mo Fan can persevere with the power of the demon, then he can just take a leisurely trip to Parthenon. If Mo Fan can't hold on, then he will have to be forcibly taken away from them. This combat power cannot be lost. Moreover, with Ye Xinxia's Parthenon soul and Wen Tai and Salang's goddess, he doesn't believe that those people don't have a backup plan.

……

Upon re-entering Greece and entering the Acropolis of Athens, Mo Fan went straight to the Parthenon.

A slight delay in the season meant that the true blooming of flowers occurred in the last few days. The sacred mountain, now bursting with vibrant colors, is like a painting, a beauty that seems otherworldly.

Petals and catkins drifted into the Acropolis of Athens, into the high-rise buildings and streets, and the whole city was filled with fragrance.

Petals and catkins drifted into the Acropolis of Athens, into the high-rise buildings and streets, and the whole city was filled with fragrance.

Mo Fan raised his head, looking through the honey-brown petals and turquoise leaves at the most sacred and serene temple of the goddess atop the Parthenon. He recalled Xin Xia saying that she would leave immediately after the election...

At this moment, Pang Lai, Han Ji, and Zhu Meng came over. Having learned the whole story, they also came to Parthenon to wait.

At this moment, the three of them were somewhat surprised to see that Fang Yu had also come along.

Zhu Meng, with a full beard, asked in a deep voice, "What brings you here, kid?"

"My purpose in coming is the same as yours," Fang Yu replied.

"Mo Fan, have you thought this through?"

“There’s no need to consider this,” Mo Fan said.

"We can't help you," Han Ji said.

Mo Fan jumped into the Abyss of Evil, using the power of the demons to stop the army of the undead, thus doing a favor for Gu Du.

If Mo Fan really encounters a huge crisis, the three of them will naturally do their best to help him. Tang Zhong has also come. With their strength, they can probably solve any problem.

But this time, they were truly powerless. The authority of the Holy Tribunal could not be easily challenged by mages from any country. If these individuals, representing the Chinese court, the Magic Association, and Chinese parliamentarians respectively, were to intervene and disrupt the Holy Tribunal, it would surely cause even greater trouble.

(End of this chapter)