Full-Time Magister: I Have a Crafting Spawn

From the moment the Skyhawk Mage Corps arrived, the crisis in Bo City was averted.

Unfortunately, despite their large numbers, they couldn't stop the Winged Wolf. During the encirclement, it managed to escape back to the Demon Wolf Mountain Range.

The return of a powerful, leader-level demon to its territory is tantamount to releasing a tiger back into the mountains; it will inevitably return sooner or later.

Of course, when that day comes.

Jiang Chuan estimated that he could kill the Winged Wolf with just one finger.

The disaster is over.

Although Bo City was not destroyed as in the original timeline due to Jiang Chuan's interference, it still suffered unprecedented damage.

Everywhere there were ruins and rubble, a scene of utter devastation. Occasionally, one could find the remains of corpses among the ruins, and then the mournful cries of people would rise up.

In an instant, grief enveloped the entire city.

Jiang Chuan stood at the edge of the city wall, looking down at the devastation inside the city and hearing the cries around him, lost in thought.

"Old Jiang, don't think too much. The people of Bocheng are still here, and Bocheng can be rebuilt." Mo Fan walked over, patted Jiang Chuan on the shoulder, and comforted him.

My good brother, you absolutely mustn't get depressed!

I still want to get more good stuff from Lao Jiang!

Jiang Chuan was certainly not depressed; he was simply moved by the scene before him.

No normal person could remain indifferent after witnessing the devastation of a disaster.

Let's go back to Anjie first.

It won't be long before Zhan Kong comes looking for me. I need to figure out what excuse I can use to legitimately obtain the Earthly Sacred Spring...

Jiang Chuan glanced at Mo Fan, who was grinning foolishly for some reason, guessing that the little mudskipper must have had a big meal last night.

Since that's the case, let Mo Fan take the blame.

Mo Fan was excited about the glowing spirits inside the little mudfish when he suddenly felt a chill down his back and looked around suspiciously.

Why does it feel so chilly?

Who's eyeing this handsome guy?

"Let's go. We'll head back to Anjie first and see how Uncle Mo and Xinxia are doing. We shouldn't need to help here anymore," Jiang Chuan said with a smile.

"Let's go, let's go." Mo Fan had wanted to leave the city walls for a long time.

Just as the two were halfway there, a military magistrate rushed over.

"You two must be Jiang Chuan and Mo Fan?" the military magistrate asked.

"What happened to us?" Mo Fan replied wearily. The excitement had worn off, and the exhaustion of the night was overwhelming.

"Boss Zhan Kong is looking for you. Please come with me," the military mage said.

They arrived as expected.

Jiang Chuan thought to himself, but said aloud, "Then I'll trouble you to lead the way."

The military magistrate nodded and led the way for the two men.

The more he walked, the more strange he seemed.

Because all the city's mages were focused on this place, their eyes filled with reverence.

The military magistrate, steeling his resolve, led the two men toward the ruins of houses not far from the city wall, where they immediately spotted Zhan Kong directing his men to clean up the battlefield.

"Boss, Jiang Chuan and Mo Fan have arrived." The military mage saluted and slowly withdrew.

Zhan Kong turned around, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two of them, his expression very complicated.

Finally, he spoke:

"I've heard about what happened last night from my subordinates. On behalf of everyone at Bocheng, I thank you for your efforts..."

At this point, Zhan Kong paused for a moment, then went straight to the point: "I know everything that happened on the city wall last night. Now I have two questions for you, and you must answer them truthfully. I don't want you to hide anything, especially you, Jiang Chuan."

The air seemed to freeze at that moment; Mo Fan had never imagined that his instructor could be so serious.

He nudged Jiang Chuan with his elbow, signaling for Jiang Chuan to explain.

Zhan Kong noticed Mo Fan's subtle movements and looked at the young man he greatly admired.

Jiang Chuan's expression turned serious: "I wonder which two questions the chief instructor would like to ask. We will answer them to the best of our ability."

"Okay, then I'll get straight to the point."

"First question: You used magic all night last night, consuming more mana than a squad of high-ranking mages. How did you manage that?"

"Second question: Where did that sea of ​​fire outside the city, which even rain couldn't extinguish, come from? As far as I know, the power of that sea of ​​fire is even stronger than a level one Fierce Fist."

Zhan Kong's cold gaze fell on Jiang Chuan's face, waiting for Jiang Chuan to give his answer.

However, Jiang Chuan's words made his eyes widen in surprise.

"Chief Instructor, I can answer both of your questions."

"The first question is why we can unleash so much magic. It's entirely because of the Earthly Holy Spring."

"We drank the Holy Spring," Jiang Chuan said without changing his expression.

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan broke out in a cold sweat.

What does Lao Jiang mean by this?

Could it be that they want to keep the sacred spring hidden away?

That's the most valuable resource in Bo City, and the precious resource that the Black Vatican wants to obtain!

No, no, Old Jiang must have his reasons for doing this. I must stay calm...

Unlike Mo Fan's wild thoughts hidden in his mind, Zhan Kong's thoughts were directly on his face, and his previous imposing demeanor vanished completely.

Are you kidding me?

Is something like the Earthly Holy Spring something that a mid-level mage can drink?

Even a high-level mage would probably explode and die if they drank it!

"You really drank the Earthly Sacred Spring?" Zhan Kong asked the two with a serious expression.

"Yes, we encountered Bai Yang shortly after passing through the secret passage. We never expected him to be a member of the Black Church..."

"The situation was urgent at the time. Mo Fan and I each drank half of the Earthly Holy Spring, and we discovered that it contained inexhaustible magical energy. If I didn't release this energy, I would definitely self-destruct. That's why we risked going to the front lines to hunt demons."

The hardest thing to tell is a half-truth. Even Xiao, a seasoned Zhan Kong, couldn't tell whether Jiang Chuan was telling the truth or not.

However, Bai Yang is a member of the Black Church, and he had already received the news. Many people at the scene saw Bai Yang betray the church, and the corpse of the Black Beast Demon could not be faked.

At this moment, Jiang Chuan took out an empty bottle.

Upon closer inspection, Zhan Kong confirmed that it was a specially made bottle containing the Earthly Holy Spring.

Without this bottle, the Holy Spring would be very difficult to preserve.

So, they really drank from the Holy Spring?

Zhan Kong took the bottle without saying a word and paced back and forth.

Upon closer reflection, it seems that no one has ever tried drinking directly from the sacred spring.

Given the sheer amount of energy in the Earthly Holy Spring, it's entirely plausible that it could support the two of them casting spells for an entire night.

Otherwise, how do you explain that the two of them bombarded the area non-stop for an entire night?

After a long while, Zhan Kong said helplessly, "Before the disaster, your actions would definitely have been judged, but now... at least the Earthly Sacred Spring hasn't fallen into the hands of the Black Church, and it won't be long before it dries up. So be it. Exchanging the Earthly Sacred Spring for the safety of Bo City is a fair deal."

Jiang Chuan smiled.

As he expected, Zhan Kong made the same choice as in the original timeline.

As long as the Holy Spring is not taken away by the Black Church, Zhan Kong will not care whether it is drunk or kept for himself.

As for whether they will be held accountable by their superiors, don't forget Zhan Kong's true identity.

The higher-ups will not make things difficult for Zhan Kong on this matter; they may even make some compromises.

From this moment on, the sacred spring in Bocheng belongs to me!