Full-Time Magister: Rebirth of Mo Fan as the Primordial Evil Phoenix

The patterns, like blood, clung to the surface of the little loach, flickering in and out with Mo Fan's heartbeat, exuding an indescribable sinister aura.

The lingering demonic blood energy around them seemed to have suddenly found an outlet, and strands of it began to seep into the pendant at an eerie speed.

Mo Fan had just realized something was wrong when his mind suddenly went blank.

The next second, a violent and almost out-of-control killing intent surged up from the bottom of my heart without warning and rushed straight to the top of my head!

His vision went red, his chest felt tight, his throat felt like it was burning, and even his breathing became heavy.

For a fleeting moment, an absurd thought even crossed his mind!

I want to kill something.

It's best if they're alive.

"Holy crap... what the hell is this thing?!"

Mo Fan gritted his teeth, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

He could only suppress the burning desire by relying on the stinging pain in his palm.

After a while, the little loach seemed to have finally "eaten its fill".

The blood-red pattern suddenly lit up.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of scalding heat rushed out of the pendant, flowing down his chest and into Mo Fan's body, violently assaulting his limbs and bones.

Mo Fan froze on the spot.

pain!

It wasn't ordinary pain; it felt like someone was scraping his body repeatedly with a dull knife. His muscles, bones, and blood vessels felt as if they had all been turned inside out and re-kneaded.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, mixing with the mud and dripping into the puddles at his feet.

Mo Fan was in so much pain that his teeth ached and his mouth tasted of blood, but he didn't utter a sound.

Because he could sense that the heat wasn't just tormenting him.

It is strengthening, it is reshaping.

It felt as if something was being forcibly shoved into its body.

After an unknown amount of time, the excruciating pain gradually subsided.

Mo Fan bent over, his hands supporting his knees, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

But after he finally recovered, the first thing he felt was not weakness.

It's light!

My whole body felt excessively light, as if the shackles on my body had been suddenly torn off.

At the same time, an unprecedented sense of power surged from deep within his limbs.

Mo Fan glanced down at his feet and casually picked up a palm-sized piece of gravel.

With all five fingers tucked in.

"Click!"

The stone split open on the spot.

Mo Fan's eyelids twitched, and he increased his strength even more.

The next second, he crushed the gravel into dust, which fell through his fingers.

Mo Fan stared at his hands, stunned for a full two seconds.

"Holy crap..."

It's common knowledge that mages are physically weak. (Note: Generally, a mage's physical strength increases with their cultivation level, but compared to demons of the same level, their physique is relatively weak.)

But the force he's using now is clearly not right.

"This damn pendant isn't really going to raise me into a demon, is it...?" Mo Fan licked his dry lips, his eyes growing brighter and brighter. "Magic is magic, but will it train my physical body too?"

From now on, if anyone dares to say that a monk is fragile, he'll have to punch them first.

However, Mo Fan's smile suddenly vanished.

He suddenly realized that the residual force of the little loach in his body had not completely dissipated, but was flowing back little by little through his limbs and bones, and finally sinking into his spiritual world.

Mo Fan's expression shifted, and he immediately closed his eyes, focusing his mind into them.

The next second, he was completely stunned.

In the spiritual world, both the lightning and fire stardust were brighter than before, as if they had been given a strong dose of some power, and their light was significantly stronger.

Especially lightning-type lightning.

That patch of lightning-type stardust was already domineering, but now it appeared even more active, with seven stars moving and twinkling within it. The connections between them were much closer, and it was operating much more smoothly than before.

The same applies to fire.

The dark red stardust seemed to have been reignited, and as the flames swirled, they exuded an even stronger heat than before.

Mo Fan quickly realized what was happening.

"This is... a breakthrough?"

He was suddenly jolted and immediately began to carefully sense his surroundings.

That's right!

Whether it's lightning or fire, the intensity of the stardust has increased significantly, and even the star particles are fuller and more active than before.

This feeling is incomparable to the growth experienced through ordinary meditation.

This is a direct step into the first level two!

"Holy crap, Lei and Huo both advanced?" Mo Fan's eyes lit up.

He was already close to the second level of the initial stage, but after the little mudfish swallowed the demon blood energy, it directly gave him a boost, pushing both of his elements up!

Physical enhancement, dual-system breakthrough.

This is an absolute steal!

Mo Fan grinned, almost bursting out laughing on the spot.

"Alright, the lightning element is finally acting like a big brother, and the fire element concubine hasn't fallen behind either." Mo Fan muttered to himself, his eyes full of excitement. "Let's go all out and get me to the intermediate level as soon as possible."

Mo Fan stood there for a while, and only after his breathing had calmed down did he walk back the way he came.

The load-bearing area, hollowed out by the rats, had long since collapsed, with rubble, silt, and broken bricks mixed together, completely blocking the passage.

Mo Fan frowned, just about to unleash a burst of fire to blast a path through it, when a commotion suddenly came from the other side of the wall.

It sounded like someone was clearing obstacles outside; the sound of earth and stones rubbing together was muffled, mixed with a few shouts.

"Brahma Ink!"

"Can you hear me?"

"If you're still alive, make a sound. Don't actually die inside!"

Xu Dahuang's loud voice couldn't be suppressed even through the soil.

Mo Fan felt a wave of relief wash over him. He tapped the rubble against the wall and said irritably, "Shut up, I'm not dead yet!"

There was a moment of silence outside, followed by a noticeable commotion as people relaxed.

"I knew this kid was tough," someone said, though their tone was much lighter.

Before long, the soil and rocks blocking the way were gradually cleared away, and a gap was finally revealed.

Several beams of flashlight suddenly shone in, blinding Mo Fan, who instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes.

"He's still alive." Xu Dahuang lay outside the breach, covered in dust and panting heavily. "You're quite the troublemaker, aren't you? You almost tore the place apart."

"Almost." Mo Fan walked over through the dirty water, grinning. "If you had come any later, you would have only been able to collect my corpse."

"Get lost," Xu Dahuang cursed. "Even if I were to collect your corpse, I'd find it too much trouble."

Guo Caitang stood to the side and sneered, "The fact that he can still talk back means there's not a big problem."

Xiao Ke peeked out from behind, her eyes a little red: "Brother Fan Mo, you really scared us to death! There was such a commotion down there, we all thought you were buried alive!"

The earth mage (from the Civil Engineering Excavation Department) who was helping out nearby complained while wiping his sweat, "Hurry up and get up here. This place is smelly and stuffy. I'm going to throw up if I stay any longer."

"Stop talking nonsense, give me your hand." Xu Dahuang leaned forward, grabbed Mo Fan's arm, and yanked him out of the pit.

But after he regained his footing, he felt a strange warmth in his heart.

These old hands may have a foul mouth, but when it really matters, not one of them lets you down.

He remembered this kindness...

So much has happened tonight.

Tang Yue's sudden appearance, the little mudfish's strange transformation, and the demon-hunting team's ordeal—one thing after another—left no time for anyone to think things through.

Tang Yue took the initiative to reach out to him, inviting him to join the trial. This suggests that he, being a member of her faction, has most likely already caught her eye.

This may not necessarily be a bad thing.

But it's not all good things either.

Access to higher levels of knowledge is indeed an opportunity; but if you lack the ability, that opportunity might just crush you.

Ultimately, it comes down to their lack of strength.

If those big rats had been any fiercer or had been any thicker-skinned tonight, he would probably be dead by now.

Mo Fan narrowed his eyes, quickly forming a plan in his mind.

"Little Mudskipper has already advanced, Big Brother, let's strive to break through to the intermediate level as soon as possible! And the Fire-type Concubine can't be left behind either."

If you don't have something truly impressive to show for yourself, you can't even sleep soundly, let alone get involved in higher-level matters.

Meanwhile, deeper into the underground waterways.

Tang Yue did not return to school.

Using Shadow Step, she moved forward along the cold, damp network of underground waterways.

The further you go in, the stronger the fishy stench becomes in the air.

It was no longer just the smell of sewage; it was more like the lingering scent of some kind of demon mixed with rotten water, making one instinctively nauseous after smelling it for a while.

Tang Yue walked slowly, but her gaze was icy cold.

She was looking for the real reason why that giant-eyed, fishy rat had appeared here.

Inside the tunnel, only the sound of flowing water echoed back and forth.

Finally, she stopped in front of a very well-hidden iron gate.

The gate has been breached.

To be precise, it was forcibly severed by someone, and the break was clean and neat, definitely not the mark of a demon tearing it open with brute force.

Tang Yue squatted down, lightly smeared her fingertip on the corner of the wall, and picked up a layer of black sticky liquid. She brought the liquid to her nose and smelled it, and her brows immediately furrowed.

The stench was mixed with a pungent sulfurous smell, and there was also an extremely abnormal sense of restlessness.

Tang Yue's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Raging Fountain..."

Although the quality was poor, she would never admit her mistake.

Someone is deliberately luring demons into the city.

Tang Yue shook off the sticky liquid from her fingertips, slowly stood up, her gaze growing increasingly icy.

Bocheng's underground water system is extensive and interconnected; if someone were to tamper with it, it would cause a huge problem.

She couldn't think of anyone else who could do such a thing besides that group of lunatics.

The Black Vatican.

Upon hearing these three words, Tang Yue's face darkened completely.

Things are probably more serious than she anticipated.

In the darkness, she suddenly remembered the boy she had met that evening.

Mo Fan!

Dual-elemental, dual-spirited, with astonishingly high talent.

Such a promising talent, once reported to the headquarters of the trial committee, will inevitably attract considerable attention.

However, if the news leaks out, there will be no shortage of eyes watching him.

Given the current situation in Bocheng, this may not be a good thing.

Tang Yue remained silent for a moment, but ultimately suppressed the idea of ​​reporting it.

"Let's take a look first."

She said it in a low voice.

She didn't want such a promising talent to die prematurely in such a place.

……

The next morning, at Tianlan Magic High School.

The early autumn morning breeze carried a hint of coolness, but the classroom was already bustling with noise.

Mo Fan swaggered into Class 8 of Grade 11 as the bell rang, sporting two obvious dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he had been drained of his life force by a demon. He plopped down on the table and almost collapsed to his death on the spot.

That little loach caused too much trouble last night.

His body felt better, but his mind was ridiculously excited, and he couldn't fall asleep even with his eyes closed. He managed to stay awake until almost dawn before he finally managed to doze off for a short while.

The moment the buttocks touched the ground, Zhang Xiaohou immediately came over, looking mysterious.

"Brother Fan, something's happened!"

Mo Fan didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, slumped on the table and said weakly, "When are you ever not in trouble? Either the cafeteria lady's hand is shaking, or some teacher is having another fit."

"This is really big!" Zhang Xiaohou lowered his voice, but his eyes were shining brightly. "I just heard that there was a monster roaming around the sewers in the south of the city last night. The monster-hunting team was mobilized, and the commotion was huge!"

Mo Fan yawned, a few tears welling up in the corners of his eyes: "Oh, then I guess some rat ate too much and came out to run wild in the middle of the night."

"ignorance."

A faint voice drifted over from the side, carrying an undisguised contempt.

Mu Bai walked past the aisle with one hand in his pocket. His school uniform was neat and tidy, his hair was perfectly styled, and his face still wore that aloof and indifferent expression.

He stopped and looked at Mo Fan. His tone was calm, but it carried an air of superiority.

"I hope you can still be as relaxed as you are now when you really encounter demons."

Mo Fan then slowly raised his head and glanced at him.

"What?" He smirked. "From what you're saying, you've seen him before?"

Mu Bai's expression turned slightly cold: "At least I won't be like some people who only know how to talk big."

"You're pretty good then." Mo Fan nodded and said seriously, "Next time you really encounter a demon, you go first, you green tea guy, and I'll applaud you from behind."

Zhang Xiaohou's shoulders twitched, and he almost burst out laughing.

Mu Bai's expression indeed darkened.

"Mo Fan, you can only be stubborn now," Mu Bai said coldly. "Just don't drag the whole class down during the training."

"Don't worry." Mo Fan slumped back onto the table, waving his hand lazily. "If anyone really has to hold us back, it won't be you, Master Mo."

Mu Bai's eyes grew colder, and he was about to say something more, but Mo Fan was too lazy to pay him any more attention.

He noticed something was off about his condition starting last night.

To be precise, it's not that it's wrong, but rather that it's a bit too good.

The classroom was a chaotic mess of flipping through books, dragging chairs, and whispering, but the sounds reached his ears with unmistakable clarity.

He could even hear the faint sound of someone in the back row secretly eating something, or the plastic packaging being crumpled open.

This feeling is strange.

It was as if a layer of cloth that had been covering our senses had been ripped off.

Mo Fan tilted his head slightly, and suddenly caught a sound from even further away.

That's the direction of the office.

"Principal, isn't this wilderness training too risky?"

That was the voice of the homeroom teacher, Xue Musheng, and it sounded somewhat urgent.

"The difficulty level has increased so much all of a sudden, and we're going to the same area. How can these students handle it? What if something really happens?"

Mo Fan, who had been feeling a bit sleepy, suddenly became more awake.

Wilderness training?

And the difficulty has increased?

He narrowed his eyes and tapped his finger lightly on the table.

It seems things are about to get lively at school.