Full-Time Magister: What kind of demonic tree is this? It's clearly a sacred tree!

Chapter 85 National Government Team

More than 130 kilometers away from the ancient capital, towering and steep mountains and cliffs rise abruptly from the ground, creating a majestic and imposing sight. Standing at the foot of these mountains gives one a sense of suffocating pressure!

The mountains in the south are mostly continuous and have relatively gentle lines. But here, all the mountains are towering and steep, creating a completely different atmosphere!

Xifeng Mountain Martial Arts Hall: "Old man! The World University Tournament is in a week! Mo Fan left a long time ago! When are you going to let me go!"

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Zhang Chen, dressed in a Taoist robe, exuded an air of otherworldly elegance, yet he uttered rebellious words. The old Taoist priest slammed his whisk against Zhang Chen's head and said, "Call me Master!"

"Damn it! Why did you hit me so hard?!"

Zhang Chen covered his head and cried out. Zhang Chen and Mo Fan had just finished selecting items in the ancient royal treasury when Instructor Zhan Kong used a Chaos Void to throw them back to the ancient capital. Afterwards, Han Ji gave them some resources.

He then said very solemnly, "There is an unparalleled master on West Peak Mountain. I used many connections to get you there for further studies! This is our ancient capital's compensation to you, and besides, you have enough votes from the Nationalist Party team!"

"You should all go to Xifeng Mountain for further training. Once you're done, return to the capital and rejoin your unit!"

At the time, Zhang Chen thought Han Ji was too kind and righteous, but after arriving, he found that he had been completely tricked. The old Taoist priest kept pestering him, wanting to take him as his disciple.

Zhang Chen couldn't escape even if he wanted to; he would get lost as soon as he went down the mountain. He strongly suspected that the old Taoist priest was behind it all, and in the end, he had no choice but to accept this cheap master.

"Master! Master!" Zhang Chen cried out as soon as he saw the old Taoist raise his whisk. The old Taoist took out a peach pit and said, "Integrate this into your plant-based cultivation system, then rejoin the team!"

"I have plant seeds! Are you sure this isn't the peach pit you left over after eating the peach?" Zhang Chen quickly took out the Bloodthorn from the ancient royal treasury and looked at the peach pit with disdain.

The old Taoist priest flicked his whisk and lightly tapped Zhang Chen, saying, "Didn't I tell you this isn't compatible with you? Are you disgusted by it? I once traded it for an emperor!"

"Pretentious!" Zhang Chen muttered under his breath, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Master, I believe you! Give it to me! ————"

Six days later, "Master! I'm leaving!" Zhang Chen bowed to the old Taoist priest, his face contorted as he suppressed a smile. "Get out! Get out! Remember the scroll I gave you, you can only open it when you reach the next level!" the old Taoist priest waved impatiently. "Fine!" Zhang Chen turned and rushed out of the dojo. This time he didn't get lost, but ran straight to the ancient capital, bought a plane ticket to the capital, and ran away.

The old Taoist priest watched Zhang Chen's departing figure and murmured, "Old friend, I didn't expect it to return at this time, and it's even with the person you chose."

"I'm already an old man, I never thought I'd have to go out and cause trouble."

Then the old Taoist slowly descended the mountain. On the plane, Zhang Chen was cheering for finally getting out when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't contacted Mu Nujiao for half a year.

It's all Han Ji's and that old Taoist's fault! There's no signal on West Peak Mountain, and I wonder how Jiao Jiao is doing.

Soon after, Zhang Chen recalled the various things that happened in the ancient capital, and then gradually drifted off to sleep.

Six months ago, after he became a spirit, each of his six elements dropped by one level. Fortunately, Han Ji provided sufficient resources, and Zhang Chen spent half a year repairing his mental, spatial, and healing elements. Therefore, he is now at the high-level level one in the plant, mental, spatial, and healing elements, and the middle-level level three in the other elements.

After cultivation and enhancement, each element now has more than two hundred stars, meaning that each element can have mid-level fourth-grade magic.

In terms of physique, he is just a little short of being comparable to a monarch. There are actually not many good things in the ancient king's treasury, or the good things were hidden by Instructor Zhan Kong. There are some magical tools, magical artifacts, soul seeds, spirit seeds, plant seeds and dark matter, but fortunately, they are all of the highest quality. They must have taken whatever was most expensive.

Zhang Chen chose a plant species. Although he didn't really need a soul species, he also chose a wind-type soul species and an ice-type soul species, both of which Mu Nujiao needed.

Mo Fan chose a fire-type soul seed, a lightning-type soul seed, and a dark substance.

Also, because the two of them killed a lot of undead this time, Mo Fan did not lose many levels. After half a year of seclusion, he had almost recovered all of them, except for his fire element, which was still at the higher level.

At the Imperial Capital Academy's competition arena, five elderly mages with dark faces looked at the thirteen members of the National Academy team and said, "Why is one missing?!"

Mo Fan said, "He'll be here soon!"

"Hmph! He didn't even come to the selection ceremony! And he still hasn't come! This backdoor admission is too much!" One of the short, fat, pot-bellied instructors glared and said. Mu Nujiao in the crowd was also very anxious and full of resentment towards Zhang Chen! Not a single word from him in half a year!

If Mo Fan hadn't said that he was just being kept in captivity by his master and couldn't contact the outside world, she would have thought Zhang Chen was dead, leaving only a note saying he would return before the National Guard team assembled.

Mu Nujiao is now a formal member of the National Team, and she has eliminated Zhou Xu from the original story.

"We're not waiting anymore! This is disrespectful! The people behind him can't say anything!" Feng Li, the instructor with the tiger-striped forehead, said angrily. Looking at the five instructors before him, all of them held their breath, but one person stepped forward despite the pressure and pleaded, "Instructors, please wait for him a little longer!"

This person was none other than Mu Nujiao, and then Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan, Mu Ningxue, and Nan Jue echoed her.

This infuriated Feng Li, who was about to say something.

Mo Fan pointed behind him and said, "They're here! They're here!"

Zhang Chen was speechless. He rushed here as soon as he got off the plane. It was all that old Taoist's fault!

Zhang Chen rushed over and saw Mu Nujiao. He instantly teleported and hugged her, saying, "Jiaojiao, did you miss me?"

Mu Nujiao nodded, her resentment instantly vanishing. But when she realized so many people were watching, she blushed and buried her head in Zhang Chen's arms.

Zhang Chen was about to say something more when he saw the five instructors with angry faces. He gave an awkward smile and said, "Hello, instructors!"

Seeing him teleport over, Feng Li knew he was a high-level space mage, and one who used it so skillfully. Suppressing his anger, he coughed twice and said, "Since you're here, join the team!"

Guan Yu and Kai Lifeng, who had initially been critical of this substitute who had come through connections, fell silent when they saw him suddenly appear in the team.

"Your ultimate goal is to participate in the Venice National Palace Competition, which is also the World University Tournament. This training for all nations is not only to give you more practical experience and magical knowledge, but also to help you obtain a ticket to the Venice National Palace Competition. Nearly two hundred countries around the world are participating in this competition, and not every country is qualified to appear on the Venice stage—" Feng Li said firmly.

All five mentors gave them instructions, which each person carefully wrote down.

There was no grand farewell ceremony, and no one knew when the teams competing for the title of "National Team" would actually embark on their training journey. The identities of the participants were also kept completely secret. This was the case in any country. Only when the Venice Games ceremony opened would these contestants be truly revealed to the world!

Then they boarded the National Government team's private plane, and on the plane, Mo Fan gave Zhang Chen a bead.