Full-Time Magister: I Have a Crafting Spawn

On its abdomen was a huge laceration!

Just now, because it was on the other side of my body and I had lost so much blood, it was impossible to see.

Jiang Chuan's heart sank immediately.

The healing mage examined it and shook his head: "The wound is too deep, and the internal organs are severely damaged. If you hadn't been constantly channeling magical energy into it, it would have died before I arrived."

"Is there no way to save him?" Jiang Chuan asked.

"It's beyond saving, at least I can't." The healing monk shook his head.

He said regretfully, "Alas, I know that contracted beasts are very important to you summoners. Their death will severely damage your soul, but I am really powerless to help. Unless it can grow a new set of organs in a very short time, only the legendary resurrection magic can save it."

"It's my summoned beast," Jiang Chuan said simply.

"Summoned beasts, if you lose one, just contract another. You can still actively remove the mental imprint, so it won't have much of an impact on your soul. However, without summoning magic to maintain its existence, it can only return to the summoning plane and wait to die."

"..."

Jiang Chuan didn't say anything, but simply transferred the money for the medical treatment.

Upon receiving the money, the healing mage patted Jiang Chuan on the shoulder and comforted him, "Take it easy. I know that it's hard for many summoners to part with their first summoned beast, but there's nothing we can do now."

Jiang Chuan remained silent, his eyes fixed on Rui Jinhu, seemingly lost in thought.

Until the healing monk left.

Jiang Chuan squatted down.

He and Rui Jinhu have only known each other for a short time, so it's impossible to say that their relationship is very deep.

It's just a bit of a pity, after all, it was the first summoned beast, and it was so easily fooled.

Looks like I'll have to find a new summon beast.

"Take care on your journey. I'll try my best to make your journey as comfortable as possible," Jiang Chuan said softly, as flames ignited at his fingertips.

Simply apply a light touch to the center of the tiger's forehead to completely relieve its suffering.

Just as the finger was about to touch the space between its eyebrows, the golden tiger eyes of the Sharp Golden Tiger opened, and as if in a final burst of energy, it actually stood up on all fours.

But with this movement, blood began to flow in large quantities again.

The Golden Tiger roared weakly.

"Roar...roar..."

The cries were filled with resentment and longing.

It doesn't want to die yet.

"..."

A hint of reluctance flashed in Jiang Chuan's eyes.

Even the feeling of watching a stranger's life wither before your eyes is unpleasant, let alone your own summoned beast.

It was so unwilling to die.

Perhaps I can try to save Ruijinhu...

Jiang Chuan thought of divine weapons and magical artifacts.

It was a premonition from the depths of my soul.

"Do you want to survive?" Jiang Chuan asked in a deep voice.

Ruijinhu lowered his heavy head; the message coming from the mental imprint was crystal clear.

It wanted to live, it really wanted to live.

"it is good."

Jiang Chuan nodded emphatically: "Since you want to live, I'll give it a try. It will be very painful, you must endure it!"

Ruijinhu lay on the ground, having made all the preparations.

The next moment, an inexplicable radiance flowed in Jiang Chuan's palm.

Gradually, I couldn't see anything clearly in the hotel room anymore.

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The main gate of Mingzhu University.

A bright red banner was hung up.

"Welcome to Mingzhu Academy, faculty and students of Edo Gakufu!"

School officials, rarely seen in public, stood formally dressed at the entrance, surrounded by students watching the spectacle.

"What's all this fuss about? Are the Japanese coming to our school?"

"Yes, I've heard about it before. Apparently, there are even members of the next generation of the Japanese National Team in it."

"The members of the Japanese National Team have been decided so quickly? Really? Our Chinese National Team hasn't even started the selection process yet."

"Who knows?"

"..."

Time ticked by, but the school administration still couldn't see the Edo Gakufu motorcade.

With the appointed time fast approaching, one of the professors said, "Wasn't it supposed to be 10:00 AM? It's already 9:59. Are they going to come at the last second?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the Edo Academy convoy suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

The luxury car in front slowly came to a stop, right at ten o'clock.

"It really was just at the last second, incredibly punctual," the professor who had spoken earlier said in a strange tone.

He wasn't praising the punctuality of the people at Edo Academy; he was being sarcastic.

They were clearly making Mingzhu Academy wait for them on purpose as a form of provocation.

The car doors opened, and the teachers and students of Edo Academy stepped out one by one, heading in unison towards Myoju Academy.

Upon arrival, team leader Matsumoto and Kyu bowed in apology.

"We were admiring the scenery of Mingzhu along the way and were unfortunately delayed. We apologize for keeping you waiting and hope you will forgive us."

Their respectful demeanor made anyone feel that they were truly sincere.

"It's nothing, no need to apologize. Now that you're here, come with us to the academy to rest and recuperate. In the next few days, just relax and exchange ideas," Dean Xiao said with a smile.

Matsumoto and Kyuichi stood up, their faces still bearing a perfectly polite and humble smile, but there was not a trace of real guilt in their eyes.

However, when their gaze swept over the students of Mingzhu Academy, many of the Japanese students had a hint of arrogance hidden in their eyes. They seemed respectful, but in reality, they carried the arrogance inherent in the Japanese.

Dean Xiao was a seasoned veteran, so how could he not see through this little scheme? However, he remained calm and composed, maintaining the demeanor of a host, and gestured for them to enter.

"You have come from afar and must be tired from your journey. Please follow us into the inner hall of the academy to rest for a while. We will arrange for you to observe and exchange ideas with other students later."

Matsumoto Kazuyu bowed slightly, his tone still polite: "Thank you for Dean Xiao's hospitality. We've troubled Mingzhu Academy."

After saying that, he turned to the side to signal the group behind him to follow, his pace neither too fast nor too slow, neither appearing overly humble or obsequious, nor losing the dignity of a visitor.

The group followed the teachers and instructors of Mingzhu Academy into the school, passing by tree-lined paths and training grounds where students worked hard.

The students of Edo Academy maintained their formation, outwardly keeping their eyes straight ahead and adhering to the etiquette of visitors, but in private they whispered to each other in very low voices, their eyes secretly taking in everything around them.

"This is China's top university? No wonder China always ranks low in the National University Games. This school is too lax."

"China always boasts about its rich history of magic, but I doubt it can compare to a single village in our great Japan!"

"Haha, Mitsuo-kun, China isn't as bad as you make it out to be. But compared to Japan, it's definitely far behind."

"..."

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