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

Night fell completely.

In the outer camp, several campfires were lit, and the flames reflected on people's faces, making their already pale faces appear to flicker between light and shadow.

The students sat in a circle, holding the hot soup and compressed biscuits that had been handed out to them. They were still trying to keep talking and laughing, but their eyes couldn't help but dart out of the electric fence.

The searchlight swept across the dark woods again and again.

With each sweep, everyone's hearts leaped into their throats.

"Damn, this place is so creepy..." someone muttered under their breath.

"What are you afraid of? Aren't there military mages outside?" another boy immediately chimed in, though his voice sounded a little weak.

"A military mages are military mages, and we are us," a girl next to her said, hugging her knees and whispering, "Did you guys smell that just now? There was a smell like a rotting corpse..."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of those around him immediately turned even more unpleasant.

Not far away, Xue Musheng was walking back and forth with several teachers, reminding the students from time to time not to wander off and not to leave the camp alone at night.

But anyone could see that he himself was uneasy when he said those words.

Mo Fan sat by the campfire, holding a bowl of hot soup. He didn't drink much, but instead kept his head down and quietly observed his surroundings through the rim of the bowl.

Zhan Kong stood beside the high platform, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, half his face hidden in the night.

He still looked lazy, and even chatted and joked with a few military mages next to him, but Mo Fan noticed that the other party's gaze never left the woods.

"Brother Fan, why aren't you eating?" Zhang Xiaohou, holding a bowl of hot soup, hunched over and leaned closer. "You know, even though this soup has a fishy smell, it's actually quite warming right now."

Mo Fan casually replied, "Drink more, so that if something really happens tonight, your legs won't be too weak to run."

"Huh?" Zhang Xiaohou's hand trembled, almost spilling the soup. "Brother Fan, don't scare me!"

Mo Fan glanced at him and smiled: "Just kidding."

Just as Zhang Xiaohou breathed a sigh of relief, Mo Fan added, "However, tonight is unlikely to be very peaceful."

"......"

Zhang Xiaohou was completely numb.

Mo Fan was too lazy to tease him anymore and looked up to the other side.

Several people had gathered around Mu Bai's side. The tents were set up neatly, and even the backpacks and supplies were arranged in an orderly manner, as if they were there to participate in some kind of outdoor training demonstration.

Zhao Kunsan was circling around him, probably trying to flatter him again.

Xu Zhaoting and Zhou Min were a little further away, and neither of them spoke much, but they were obviously much calmer than the other students.

Xu Zhaoting, in particular, would glance at Lin Zi every now and then, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he had noticed something.

Just then, Mo Fan's ears twitched slightly.

Not far away, two military mages walked past the campfire in hushed tones.

"We found claw marks again on the west side during the day?"

"Yes, it's still very fresh; it was probably left around this afternoon."

"Damn it, these things are moving further and further out lately."

"The boss said not to alarm the students yet, and to wait until we get through tonight before talking about it."

The sound was so soft that no one else noticed it.

As expected, this training trip being brought forward was not simply a whim of the school.

Things are really starting to get turbulent around the Xuefeng Mountains.

"Brother Fan, what are you looking at?" Zhang Xiaohou followed his gaze but couldn't understand anything.

"It's nothing." Mo Fan finished his hot soup in two gulps, stood up, and said, "Go to sleep quickly after you finish eating, and get some rest."

Zhang Xiaohou was taken aback. "You're being so well-behaved today? This isn't like you."

Mo Fan grinned: "When have I ever been dishonest?"

Zhang Xiaohou thought for a moment, scrutinized him carefully, and said seriously, "You're dishonest from head to toe."

Mo Fan "......"

This monkey has gotten bolder lately.

The night was deep and heavy.

The fires in the camp gradually died down, leaving only a glowing ember. The military mages on night watch patrolled back and forth with powerful flashlights, their footsteps sometimes near, sometimes far, sending chills down one's spine.

Most of the students crawled back into their tents.

During the day, they all shout that training is nothing special, but when night falls, the mountain wind blows and two howls from who-knows-what come from afar, their courage immediately shrinks back into their stomachs.

There were rustling sounds inside the tent; some were turning over, some were talking in their sleep, and a few were so sleepy that their eyelids were practically glued shut, but they just didn't dare to fall into a deep sleep.

Zhang Xiaohou was wrapped in a sleeping bag, curled up like a worm, with only his face showing and his eyes wide open.

"Brother Fan."

"What?" Mo Fan replied with his eyes closed.

Are you asleep?

"If you ask me two more questions, I'm afraid you'll wake me up a second time."

Zhang Xiaohou choked for a moment, then whispered, "I keep feeling like there are footsteps outside."

Mo Fan said lazily, "Nonsense, aren't patrolling military mages human?"

"Then... what if it weren't for them?" Zhang Xiaohou's voice lowered even further.

Mo Fan opened his eyes, glanced at him, and said in a tone that was almost maliciously calm: "That's alright. If any demons really manage to sneak in, I'll collect your corpse."

"Brother Fan, I'm begging you, please have some decency!" Zhang Xiaohou's face turned green.

Mo Fan twitched the corner of his mouth and stopped teasing him.

Surprisingly, this trick worked quite well. Zhang Xiaohou, who had been as tense as a bowstring, became less nervous after being startled and injured like that. Before long, his breathing gradually evened out, and he actually fell asleep.

Mo Fan waited for a while to make sure the kid was fast asleep before slowly sitting up.

Outside the tent, the light from searchlights occasionally swept across the tent fabric, flickering on and off.

Mo Fan lowered his head and tightened his shoelaces again, his fingers stroking the small mudfish pendant on his chest.

The pendant was slightly warm.

It was like a death knell, constantly reminding him that there was something outside.

A glimmer of light appeared in Mo Fan's eyes.

During the day, with teachers, military mages, and students all watching him, it's inconvenient for him to do anything he wants. Now that everyone is "well-behaved," the demonic aura outside is getting stronger and stronger, and the little mudfish is so envious—if he doesn't go out and take a look, he'll be doing himself a disservice.

Who knows, a precious essence might just be delivered to your doorstep.

Thinking of this, Mo Fan could no longer lie still.

He quietly lifted a corner of the tent and listened carefully.

Not far away, two teachers were still guarding another tent area, talking quietly. The beam of the searchlight on the left had just swept over there and wouldn't return for a while. Several supply boxes were piled up at the edge of the camp, and there were two empty tents in the middle, enough to block one's view.

enough.

Mo Fan crouched down and darted out of the shadows like a restless wildcat. Using the tents and supply boxes as cover, he quickly reached the edge of the cordon.

The night wind swept in, its chill making one's head spin a bit.

Outside the power grid was a messy thicket of bushes. Further ahead, the forest was so dark it looked like it was covered by a layer of something. The faint, foul smell that had been there during the day became much stronger at night, wafting straight into your nose.

Mo Fan squatted down next to the wooden stake, and when the searchlight swept across again, he braced himself with his hands and pushed off with his feet, nimbly flipping himself out of the electric fence.

Upon landing, its body dipped slightly, and it rolled forward without making a sound.

"Heh, I do have some talent after all," Mo Fan muttered to himself, before disappearing into the shadows of the bushes.

On the watchtower, a military mages seemed to have heard something and turned to look in this direction.

But when the searchlight swept back, the place was empty, with only a few shrubs swaying gently in the wind.

On the high platform, Zhan Kong was leaning against the railing, smoking.

His gaze swept over that area, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.

"What's wrong, boss?" the military strategist next to him asked.

Zhan Kong exhaled a puff of smoke, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

"It's nothing."

"There was a rat that was incredibly bold and managed to escape from its cage."

It was much darker in the woods than near the camp.

The trees were so dense that little moonlight could see through, and the ground was a wet, muddy mess that was soft and yielding to almost no sound when stepped on.

Mo Fan didn't rush to go deeper.

The wilderness is different from the city; there are no rules here. While you're still looking for demons, they might already be figuring out which part of you to eat first.

He moved forward little by little along the mountain slope, his eyes scanning the terrain quickly.

The smell in the air is getting stronger.

It smelled foul, bloody, and had a hint of rottenness.

"Tsk."

Mo Fan squatted down and wiped his fingers on the muddy ground.

The mud was freshly turned!

The broken branches nearby had also been broken not long ago, and the cut surfaces were still damp.

Two steps further, there was a dark, indistinct shape lying across the grass.

Mo Fan parted the part and saw that it was a mountain rabbit.

Half of its body had been eaten away, and its stomach was open, with blood flowing down the grass. It was clear that it had only recently died.

"It tastes pretty fresh," Mo Fan muttered under his breath.

That beast probably hasn't gone far yet.

He stood up, his eyes already cold.

The little mudfish pendant on his chest was slightly warm, as if reminding him. Mo Fan subconsciously pressed his chest, his heart fluttering as well.

Some time ago, the little loach swallowed a lot of remnants of souls and chaotic blood energy, and the things it fed back became more and more obvious.

My strength and reaction time are much better than before, and I can unleash my full power.

It can even destroy rocks!

This change is neither good nor bad.

But it's working well for now, at least.

If a demon were to pounce on his face, he wouldn't need to rely on magic tools to move and dodge like a typical beginner mage.

Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet.

Mo Fan's heart tightened, and he immediately shifted his feet to the side.

The next second, the bushes behind him suddenly swayed, and a dark shadow pounced out with a stench, almost biting his neck!

"Bang!"

The thing missed its target and landed, splashing mud everywhere.

Mo Fan moved aside, looked up, and immediately frowned.

Three-eyed Demon Wolf!

This wolf had an arched back, frighteningly thick limbs, and its gray-black fur bristled like needles. The three eyes on its ferocious head emitted an incomparably savage red light, staring intently at people, sending chills down their spines.

Mo Fan cursed under his breath.

Junior General level.

"Damn, there really is a big one." Mo Fan didn't back down but laughed, his mouth widening into a grin. "My luck is really something else."

The three-eyed wolf let out a low growl, its front paws slowly scratching the ground, as if it might pounce again at any moment.

Mo Fan glanced down and quickly saw the wound on its left abdomen.

The cut was deep, with the skin turned outwards. Although a dark scab had formed, it was clearly not healed properly.

"So you were injured." Mo Fan's eyes lit up slightly. "No wonder you knew to hide in the woods to eat rabbits; you came out to recuperate."

The three-eyed wolf seemed to sense his gaze, and its growl suddenly became louder.

"What are you glaring at me for?" Mo Fan stared at it. "You're injured like this and you still dare to pounce on me? Who gave you the guts?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the three-eyed wolf leaped forward with a powerful kick from its hind legs, charging at the enemy once more!

It's even faster than before!

This time, Mo Fan didn't just keep dodging. When the wolf shadow pressed down in front of him, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his whole body was lifted up, almost skimming past the wolf's head.

People are in mid-air, and star trails have already formed.

The black lightning instantly wrapped around his right leg, crackling and leaping with electricity, its color even darker than that of ordinary lightning seals.

Mo Fan twisted his waist, raised his leg, and delivered a vicious chop to its back!

"Lie down!"

boom!

The lightning exploded, and the three-eyed wolf's limbs buckled instantly. Large patches of fur on its back were charred black by the electricity. It let out a miserable howl and rolled away.

Mo Fan's calves went numb after landing, and he slipped half a step in the mud before regaining his footing.

However, he felt more confident.

They can hit them.

Despite being a general-level warrior, this beast was already injured, and taking that blow head-on was clearly not easy for it.

The three-eyed wolf was completely enraged by the kick. It roared and turned to charge, moving as fast as a gray shadow.

Mo Fan's eyes darkened, and instead of retreating, he advanced, pressing down with his shoulder and directly pushing to the side.

"laugh!"

The wolf's claws grazed his shoulder, instantly leaving several bloody gashes.

Burning pain.

Mo Fan's face twitched, and he almost cursed out loud, but his left hand had already pressed against the three-eyed demon wolf's charred back in the instant of close contact.

A fiery star trail flashed by!

"Evil Flame - Blazing Fire - Burning Bones!"

Dark red flames suddenly shot up and spread along the wolf's back.

The fire was clearly abnormal; it was dark in color and wouldn't dissipate once it touched it, instead seeping into the flesh. Especially when it reached the area near the wound on its left abdomen, the fire suddenly flared up.

The three-eyed wolf let out a piercing howl and its entire body thrashed wildly.

Mo Fan was thrown back, staggering, his chest churning and his stomach churning.

But when he looked up, he smiled.

The flesh there had been burned to a crisp, and the old wound on his left abdomen had been torn open again, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

"Does it hurt?" Mo Fan asked, panting. "Weren't you lunging pretty hard just now?"

The three-eyed wolf has completely gone mad.

Covered in flames, it charged at Mo Fan once again, clearly intending to trade its life for his.

Mo Fan's eyelids twitched, but he didn't back down.

In situations like this, whoever backs down first is doomed.

He stomped his foot and charged directly towards the crooked tree beside him, using the tree trunk to push off powerfully, propelling himself into the air once more. At the same time, black lightning once again wrapped around his right leg, and flames began to burn up his calf.

Lightning crackled and sparked across one of his legs.

Even Mo Fan himself felt it was a bit outrageous.

"I'm really starting to look less and less like a mage these days..."

While the person was still in mid-air, the three-eyed demon wolf had already pounced down below.

Mo Fan's eyes hardened, and using the momentum of his fall, he kicked down hard!

"Bang!!"

That kick landed squarely on the wolf's face!

First, it forcefully kicked away the wolf's attack momentum, then lightning and flames exploded simultaneously, blasting half of the wolf's face to a crisp, with blood and broken teeth flying out.

The three-eyed wolf's massive body flew sideways, crashing into and breaking a section of a tree trunk.

Mo Fan wasn't much better off. After landing, he rolled twice, his back slamming heavily against the rock, causing him to grimace in pain. His calves were so numb he could barely feel them.

"Hold……"

He had just stood up when his expression changed.

That three-eyed demon wolf is still alive.

It wobbled as it struggled to its feet again, half of its face charred beyond recognition, but its single eye still held a ferocious glint, though its limbs were trembling slightly.

"You're really tough." Mo Fan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "Fine, then I'll send you on your way one more time."

The three-eyed wolf let out a near-hoarse roar and charged forward with its mangled body.

Mo Fan also pounced at the same time.

The man and the wolf collided violently!

At the moment of contact, Mo Fan forcefully dodged the frontal bite, but his shoulder was still pulled by the wolf's body. He felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, his chest suddenly felt tight, and a bloody taste surged in his throat.

But he didn't let go.

Instead, he seized the opportunity to grab the charred fur from the neck of the three-eyed wolf, hanging halfway down its side, while lightning surged wildly in his right hand!

"Still going?"

"Lie down, you bastard!"

"Thunder Seal - Mad Strategy!"

Boom!!

The black thunder was poured in almost right up to its head.

The three-eyed wolf suddenly stiffened, its neck and skull trembling as if struck by the blow. Its massive body swayed for a moment before crashing to the ground.

The ground shook.

The woods fell silent.

Only the embers on the corpse were still flickering, occasionally punctuated by tiny arcs of electricity.

Mo Fan stood there, panting heavily. He felt pain in every part of his body—his shoulders, arms, and chest—and even his breath felt burning.

But his eyes shone brightly.

"General-level..."

Mo Fan took a couple of breaths and couldn't help but laugh.

"It wasn't that scary."

That's what they say, but they know perfectly well what's going on in their minds.

This was a close call.

If this three-eyed demon wolf hadn't been injured, if the little mudskipper hadn't fed him so much these past few days, pushing his body up, and if lightning and fire magic weren't more domineering than ordinary magic, he would probably be the one lying here tonight.

Just then, a spirit slowly floated out from the corpse of the three-eyed demon wolf.

Mo Fan's little mudfish pendant on his chest trembled violently, as if it were starving, and the wisp of essence that had just emerged was pulled back in.

The next second, a familiar warm current quickly spread to my limbs and bones.

The wounds on his shoulder were slowly healing, and it seemed as if a new force had seeped into his bones, making him feel much more energetic.

He looked down at his hands and slowly clenched them.

When the knuckles are closed, a slight popping sound is produced.

"Comfortable."

After a few seconds, the little mudfish pendant on her chest quieted down again, as if it had eaten its fill, and made no further movement.

Mo Fan glanced down at it, then looked up at the corpse of the three-eyed demon wolf not far away, and his eyebrows twitched.

"That's it?"

He took two steps closer and glanced over the corpse of the three-eyed wolf.

This huge demon, its essence was consumed, but its corpse is still here.

Mo Fan remembered clearly that this little thing used to not only eat soul essence, but also squeeze out the blood essence from the corpses of demons. Its energy was like that of bandits entering a village, wishing to leave not even a trace.

Why are you suddenly acting so serious today?

Mo Fan pulled the little mudfish pendant from his chest, shook it, and muttered in a low voice, "Hey, don't play dead with me."

"You've consumed the essence, aren't you going to absorb the blood energy?"

"What's wrong? Did you eat too much spirit essence and start being picky?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little mudfish suddenly trembled slightly.

The next second, the corpse of the three-eyed demon wolf lying on the ground was decomposed into a visible mass of blood vapor.

It burrowed towards the small mudfish pendant on Mo Fan's chest.

Mo Fan's eyelids twitched, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Damn! That actually works!"

It wasn't that I couldn't inhale just now.

This thing didn't move on its own at all!

Suddenly, it felt as if a ball of fire exploded from Mo Fan's chest, burning all the way to his limbs, and even his blood seemed to flow faster.

Mo Fan's breathing became heavier without him realizing it, and his eyes gradually sharpened. He even had an urge to rush into the forest and drag out all the hidden beasts to kill them.

The moment this thought popped into his head, Mo Fan was startled.

"Oh shit."

He immediately cursed, gritted his teeth, and forcibly suppressed the fierce energy rising within him.

A few seconds later, he recovered and sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Mo Fan stared down at the little mudfish pendant on his chest, his expression somewhat strange.

"So you can't inhale it yourself after all."

"Are you fucking waiting for me to speak?"

The little mudskipper pendant, of course, ignored him and remained hanging there, pretending to be an inanimate object.

Mo Fan had almost figured it out.

When a little loach sees a spirit, it's like a dog seeing a bone; it pounces on it and eats it without anyone having to do anything about it.

But their blood and qi are different.

You have to actively make it suck in this thing for it to do so; that ability is rather sinister.

But when it really comes down to fighting, it's absolutely useful!

The blood energy from the corpses of demons can directly replenish oneself, temporarily boosting one's condition. Using this to fight protracted battles or wars of attrition is practically a lifesaver.

Of course, the premise is that you don't let that murderous intent cloud your judgment.

He had already felt that movement just now.

Once the blood and qi enter the body, the strength increases, but the urge to fight fiercely and kill things also surges up along with it.

If you can't control yourself, you might end up going crazy like a demon.

However, before he could savor the exhilarating feeling for long, Mo Fan's ears suddenly twitched.

He suddenly raised his head and looked deeper into the woods.

The wind rustled through the treetops, and a low howl echoed from the darkness.

Then came the second tone, and then the third tone.

One sound followed another, as if they were responding to each other.

The smile on Mo Fan's face immediately faded.

Something's not right...

He immediately looked down at the ground.

I was in such a rush that I didn't have time to look closely. Now, by the moonlight, I can clearly see several claw marks of varying depths crisscrossing haphazardly in the grass and mud, extending outwards.

Mo Fan looked in that direction, and his heart sank.

That's not going deeper into the forest.

It's a campsite!