Full-Time Magister: I Have a Crafting Spawn

(Same as yesterday, the following is repeated content, check back tomorrow for updates. I estimate that updates will resume around the 25th, as I've been out and about during this time.)

(The following content is repeated; please read it again tomorrow.)

this day.

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

I wonder how many people saw the platinum flames burning on the Tianshan Mountains.

The locals consider it a miracle.

Outsider hunters saw it as an unusual phenomenon, the birth of rare and precious materials.

In a short time, even more people came to Tianshan after receiving the message.

And the culprit behind all this, Jiang Chuan, continues to melt the snow and glaciers with flames.

Finally, Kung Fu pays off.

After searching for nearly an hour, they found what appeared to be an entrance to the Tianshan Mountains under the snow and ice.

"Instructor, is this the Tianshan Scar?" Mo Fan peered down.

It was a bottomless, dark, and cold place.

Zhan Kong only glanced over before immediately denying it:

"No, the Tianshan Scar is not this kind of underground fissure; it's more like a valley between the Tianshan Mountains."

"Oh." Mo Fan pulled his head back and casually threw a stone into the crack to test how deep it was.

"Keep searching." Jiang Chuan chose a new direction and continued melting the ice and snow.

After the three left, everything returned to normal.

This time, however, a terrifying breathing sound seemed to emanate from the area where the crack was located.

At this point, more than two minutes had passed since Mo Fan threw down the stone.

This time, more than ten minutes passed.

The three suddenly realized that the scenery around them had changed. The Ice-Invading Wind Whip had disappeared, as if they had stepped into another world. In the distance, the roofline meandered along the continuous peaks of the white glacier mountains, as if it stretched all the way to the edge of the sky.

Nearby, it's snow-white; high up, it's bluish-white; and in the distance, it's deep blue. These colors blend with the mountain shadows and the sky, creating a magnificent painting sculpted by nature's masterful hand.

What's most striking is that at different heights above, thin layers of frosty ice float, as if draping the mountains and rivers in a veil of ice.

Beautiful!

"???"

Even Mo Fan, a top student in Chinese literature, was so moved by the beauty that he was speechless with admiration.

"Old Jiang, don't tell me this beautiful place is the extremely dangerous Tianshan Scar that Lingling described, where demons of the highest rank roam freely." Mo Fan said blankly.

"I'm not sure either, but this should be the place," Jiang Chuan said.

He remembered that the Tianshan Scar was just that beautiful.

"We'll find out once we go in." Zhan Kong's gaze was deep as he tried to locate Qin Yu'er inside, but he couldn't find anything.

next second.

The three of them stepped inside one after another.

Sometimes people are misled by beautiful things and forget the real dangers they pose.

Take Mo Fan, for example.

He had completely disregarded Lingling's warning, looking around at this and that, completely ignoring the legendary and perilous Tianshan Scar.

On the contrary, he really enjoys it here.

There was no strange cawing; everything seemed to be asleep, and the only sound was the footsteps of the three people walking.

In such a quiet place, even footsteps become jarring noise.

"Why are there so many holes in those glacier walls? It's really ruining the aesthetics." Mo Fan frowned as he looked at the holes on the surrounding glacier walls. One after another, they were enough to trigger trypophobia.

"Shh..." Jiang Chuan made a shushing gesture.

He immediately recognized these as the nests of the ancient eagles in extreme cold that Mo Fan encountered in the original timeline, but this should only be the outer perimeter, as he did not see any patrolling male eagles.

"What's wrong, Lao Jiang?" Mo Fan asked in a low voice.

"Keep your voice down, don't make a sound."

As he spoke, Jiang Chuan took out three identical cloaks and handed two to Mo Fan and Instructor Zhan Kong.

"This is a Cloak of Concealment. As long as you don't actively use magic, your aura won't be leaked out," Jiang Chuan said.

To avoid trouble, it's best not to cause a commotion. Otherwise, if we use fire magic here, it will be difficult to find the little white tiger later.

The two quickly donned their cloaks and continued deeper into the cave.

Before long, one eagle after another began to appear overhead. They were enormous, and each one, when it flew overhead, completely blocked out all the sunlight, leaving a shadow shaped like an eagle on the ground.

Mo Fan sensed the aura of these ancient, frigid eagles and stopped speaking, keeping his head down and following behind Jiang Chuan, afraid that his aura would be revealed.

Jiang Chuan observed for a moment and found no trace of the Heavenly Ridge White Tiger, which meant that the little white tiger should not be here.

The Heavenly Ridge White Tiger is a descendant of the Heavenly Mountain Sacred Tiger, and the Heavenly Ridge Demon Tiger is of the same rank as her.

Therefore, there are a total of four types of tigers in the Tianshan Mountains.

The highest rank is the Sacred Totem White Tiger.

Secondly, there's the totem, the Sacred Tiger of Tianshan.

Finally, there are the Heavenly Ridge Demon Tiger and the Heavenly Ridge White Tiger.

The purer the color of the last two types of tigers, the closer their bloodline is to that of the Heavenly Mountain Sacred Tiger, and the stronger they are.

"Old Jiang, are we going the wrong way? It seems like there are more and more eagles." After walking for a while, Mo Fan saw a flock of ancient eagles in front of him and couldn't help but whisper in Jiang Chuan's ear.

"We're on the right track. The deeper we go into the Tianshan Scar, the stronger the demons become. The increasing number of these ancient eagles proves that we're definitely heading in the right direction," Jiang Chuan said.

"Okay, take it easy." Mo Fan followed closely.

Zhan Kong remained silent throughout. He remembered the place where Qin Yu'er was frozen. That place was very, very deep, so deep that it would be difficult to climb out once you fell in.

"Instructor, you lead the way from now on." Jiang Chuan searched for a long time but couldn't find any trace of the Heavenly Ridge White Tiger, so he simply gave up and decided to find the place where Qin Yu'er was frozen first.

Zhan Kong nodded and walked at the front.

The three continued deeper, and led by Zhan Kong, they arrived at the border between the Scar of Tianshan and an ice peak of a mountain range.

It was a deep valley.

"It's right down there." Zhan Kong lowered his eyelids.

"How do we get down?" Mo Fan asked.

"I can use the Winged Magic Tool. It's very, very cold down there. I don't know exactly how cold it is. I'll go down alone. You guys wait for me here," Zhan Kong said, unfolding the Winged Magic Tool behind him.

Just as he was about to jump, Jiang Chuan stopped him:

"Instructor, let me go down. My flames aren't afraid of the cold."

The reason why the armored warrior could descend into the void was because he had become the Emperor of the Dead and no longer needed to worry about the low temperature below.

But Zhan Kong is currently a high-level mage, so it's best not to go down.

"There's likely to be danger down there. Entering the Tianshan Scar is already risky enough. You're my student, and I can't let you take any more risks. I'll go this time. If I don't come back in half an hour, just leave. Don't come down to rescue me."

After Zhan Kong finished speaking, without waiting for Jiang Chuan to speak, he lifted his foot and jumped down!

"Old Jiang, why didn't you stop the instructor?" Mo Fan rushed to the front of the deep valley, but Zhan Kong's figure was already out of sight.

"There's no use stopping them. Just wait outside. You can look around while you're at it; maybe you can find the Tian Shan Snow Lotus." Jiang Chuan sat down on the ice block next to him.