Full-Time Magister: The Ruler of Wind and Rain

Back at the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds, Wang Yu took stock of his assets. The essence he obtained from his expedition to Cangshan sold for a high price of 20 million, but most of it was burned in a large pit for refining and forging. The rest he spent a lot on various elemental crystals and other materials (that hadn't yet been ruined by refining). If it weren't for the timely payment from Mingzhu Academy for the commission, Wang Yu would only have a few hundred thousand left in his pocket.

Wang Yu called Zhao Manyan to help with the business, offering to sell the essence of the Iron-Bone Black Shark and some unwanted bones to Zhao's shop for 12 million. He also inquired about the price of magical artifacts. After hanging up, Wang Yu went to borrow money from Old Man Bao.

"Old Deng, drop 30 million gold coins for me. I need them urgently. I'll pay you back later." Wang Yu didn't exchange any pleasantries with the old man sitting behind the bar. He sat down and poured himself a cup of coffee.

There was some confusion in Old Man Bao's eyes, but Wang Yu did not back down at all. He met his gaze and nodded. It seemed that Old Man Bao understood. He opened his phone and checked the calendar. It was May 10th.

There are 24 days left before Bocheng is placed under a bloody alert.

Old Man Bao and Wang Yu stared at each other for a long time without saying a word, which surprised Lingling who was standing next to them.

In the end, Old Man Bao transferred 30 million to Wang Yu's account, casually leaving behind the words "No need to pay it back," before turning around and going upstairs to his bedroom.

Not long after, Wang Yu called Zhao Manyan again. Three hours later, a black luxury car stopped in front of Qingtian Hunting Grounds, and a middle-aged man dressed as a butler handed over a ring.

This is the control artifact, which assists mages in controlling stars, allowing newly promoted mages to more quickly master the drawing of star orbits, star maps, and even constellations. However, this artifact is only a mid-grade spirit-level artifact, which is more than enough to assist mid-level magic, but it may be somewhat inadequate for high-level mages.

This seemingly "ordinary" mid-grade spirit-level magical artifact still cost Wang Yu a full 50 million, even after he used Zhao Manyan's connections. As the old saying goes, the price of offensive and defensive magical artifacts is nothing compared to that of support magical artifacts. While it's true that support magical artifacts are harder to find materials for and craft than offensive and defensive ones, the bigger reason is probably that few crafters dedicate time to researching support magical artifacts. The market demand is already small; crafting too many would likely mean not even recouping the costs.

In short, after squandering all his wealth and even getting some gold coins from Old Man Bao, Wang Yu had made most of the preparations for his trip to Bo City. He didn't have much luggage to pack; his spatial ring contained plenty of hunter supplies. The last thing he needed to do was leave a note for Lingling, explaining that he definitely couldn't take her to dangerous places on this trip, so he might as well leave a message.

"Study hard and grow up well, Brother Wang Yu is waiting for you ahead..." Halfway through writing, she was burned by the flames emanating from Wang Yu's fingertips. What was this? It was too sentimental. She had to rewrite it.

"I'm sorry, there are some stories I can't tell you now. See you in a month or two, I'll be back, believe me. Wang Yu."

"Sigh, I guess I'm still not good at saying goodbye." Wang Yu sighed inwardly. He placed the note on the table in his room, opened the window, rode the wind, avoided Lingling's gaze, and embarked on his journey.

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A day later, Wang Yu strode out of the exit of Bocheng Bus Station. His classmates were still working hard to prepare for the Magic College Entrance Examination, and Mo Fan had a duel with Yu Ang, the adopted son of the Mu family, so Wang Yu, who had quietly returned to Bocheng, did not contact them for the time being.

After all, he knew very well that this duel, which seemed to be the pinnacle of personal grudges, was nothing more than an insignificant appetizer before the bloody feast that was about to devour the entire city.

The real main course is being prepared quietly in the shadows of the city.

Wang Yu also wanted to blend into the crowd unnoticed, but the enticing aroma of barbecue caught his eye: it was Xu Eryu, who had grown up in the same orphanage as him. It had been a year since he last saw him, and the kid had surpassed his master, getting into barbecue, something Wang Yu had never taught him. Impressive.

It is necessary to make a plan for the complete relocation of the orphanage.

Wang Yu's heart stirred slightly, and he resumed his steps after pausing. On the street opposite him, groups of students in Tianlan Magic High School uniforms were excitedly discussing the upcoming duel, their faces radiating the ease and joy unique to peacetime.

Wang Yu's gaze swept over these young faces, but deep within his eyes lay a cold calm. He knew that soon, these vibrant lives would be reduced to a series of chilling casualty statistics under the claws and fangs of demons.

Without pausing, he turned into a quiet alley on the edge of the city, his figure swayed, and a blue light flashed beneath his feet.

"Wind Track - Speeding Up!"

The next second, his figure had already transformed into a blurry blue phantom, skimming along the shadows of buildings, speeding towards the mountains on the western outskirts of Bo City at a speed far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.

The western suburbs of Bo City are far from the Xuefeng Mountain post station. On the city map, it is marked as a low-danger area outside the safe zone. However, it lacks medicinal herbs, the minerals have been exhausted, and demons are rare. It has little development value, and even on the Bo City Hunter Alliance's bounty board, this area is the least noticeable.

However, this also means that the western suburbs are sparsely populated. There's a good chance the Black Vatican will conduct its evil rituals here to ensure the success of its first such ceremony.

Ten minutes later, Wang Yu stopped at the foot of a barren mountain.

This place was once a well-known quarry, but it has long been abandoned. Weeds grow taller than a person, and rusty railway tracks stretch into the dark depths of the mine. The air is filled with a damp, putrid stench and a faint smell of blood.

It's too quiet.

Wang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. In the height of summer, when insects and birds should be chirping and singing, this area was eerily silent, without even a breath of wind.

With a thought, his wind domain silently expanded. Wang Yu hadn't had any experts in the field of magic test it carefully, but his ability to perceive the range of wind elements was probably an inherent effect of awakening his wind-based powers.

"Buzz..."

An imperceptible wave rippled outwards from him. In his world of perception, everything around him became three-dimensional and clear. The flow of the wind, the density of the air, and even the trajectory of every single dust particle were revealed in exquisite detail.

His brows gradually furrowed.

The flow of elements nearby...something's not right!

Under normal circumstances, the flow of natural magical energy should be smooth and disordered. But at this moment, in his perception, deep underground in the distance, streams of cold energy were being artificially guided and converging in a specific direction.

Wang Yu did not act rashly. He closed his eyes, combining his knowledge from his past life with his current magical perception, and in his mind, a three-dimensional underground structure model was rapidly being constructed.

The paths of those energy flows are not chaotic. They form a vast and complex network of absorption along the soft soil and underground water veins.

"Well done," Wang Yu thought to himself with a cold snort.

Those lunatics from the Black Vatican actually inscribed a water elemental absorption array deep underground, using the natural geological structure as cover. It seems that some of the water elemental energy they used to bring rain when they caused the bloodshed in Bo City was prepared in this way beforehand. No wonder neither the Magic Association nor the military detected anything unusual before the disaster struck.

After carefully sensing the surroundings, Wang Yu was even more astonished to discover that there was not just one such water element absorption formation, but several more within a radius of less than one kilometer.

Has the Black Vatican become addicted to setting up formations? Wang Yu decided to first test the strength of the formation in front of him.

Soon, he arrived at the entrance of an abandoned mine.

The entrance to the cave was almost completely covered by vines and bushes, and a strong stench of corpses wafted out from inside.

Wang Yu did not go inside. He simply stood at the cave entrance, his wind domain seeping in like mercury.

Deep within the mine, several long-decayed corpses of homeless men lay on the ground, their flesh seemingly drained of its lifeblood, leaving only shriveled skin. In the center of the corpses, on the ground, a strange rune, about three meters in diameter, carved with blood and bone fragments, emitted an ominous dark red light.

This is the core of an evil formation.

Like an evil heart, it draws water elements from the surrounding area, mixed with resentment and fear, through underground energy channels, and sends them to farther places.

Wang Yu didn't destroy it. The energy gathered by this magic circle was roughly equivalent to the magical energy of two low-level mages. If he acted now and alerted the Black Vatican, revealing that his plan had been exposed, it would be a huge loss. It was better to sneak into the village first, without firing a shot.

Wang Yu took a few steps back and came to a huge, inconspicuous rock. He stretched out his right index finger, and the tip of his fingertip shone with a bright yellow light.

He stood on an open area outside the cave. A brown star map lit up beneath his feet. Earth magic surged wildly. The ground began to tremble violently.

"Ground wave," he whispered.

The hard soil churned violently. Rocks surged forth, emerging from the ground. These rocks were inconspicuous on the surface, but if viewed from a height of a hundred meters, they could be seen forming an arrow pointing directly at the hidden mine shaft.

He hadn't failed to warn anyone about the disaster in Bo City; on the contrary, he had alerted the old priest Bao of the Holy Judgment Court long ago. He believed that while Bao might not have believed him, he must have already relayed the message to the military's high command.

Although Wang Yu had no evidence or intelligence, he had to believe that his reinforcements would arrive earlier and be more powerful than those in the original timeline. His current actions were simply to provide his allies with advance guidance.

After marking one rock, Wang Yu didn't linger, but continued probing the next magic circle. He traversed the wilderness outside Bo City. Abandoned factories, dried-up riverbeds, nameless mass graves...

The second key point of the formation has been found.

The third.

the fourth.

Each array's core was extremely well-hidden, and its insidious design sent chills down Wang Yu's spine. Some were even built directly beneath wells in small villages, using the filth from the villagers' daily lives to provide energy.

He left marks on each one.