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

Mo Fan had just rushed back to the camp along the same route he had come from.

But the next second, Mo Fan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The camp was not destroyed.

The ground was littered with wolf carcasses.

One head, two heads, three heads...

The grayish-black wolf fur, matted together with blood, lay scattered haphazardly outside the camp. The muddy ground, trampled and stained with blood, was a slippery, dark red mess. Two of the wolves were not quite dead yet; their bellies twitched, blood foam oozed from their mouths, and they emitted low whimpers.

The smell of blood in the air became even stronger.

The charred marks from the flames were still visible on the ground, and several tree trunks had been cleaved by the raging air currents, with sawdust and leaf fragments scattered everywhere. Near the fire lay several pieces of charred flesh, sizzling and emitting white smoke.

Mo Fan looked up and saw Zhan Kong standing in the middle of the wolf carcasses, his military boots treading on the blood and mud, his expression cold and unwavering.

He merely raised his hand, and a streak of cyan light flashed between his fingers.

The next second, a slender wind blade suddenly slashed out, as fast as a line of cold light flying close to the ground, directly slicing open the neck of the last one-eyed demon wolf.

A soft "poof" sound.

Blood spurted out and flew far away.

The wolf lunged forward half a step, then its body suddenly stiffened, swayed, and crashed into the mud with a thud, becoming completely still.

The surroundings became much quieter.

All that remained were the crackling of the fire and the students' barely suppressed breathing.

"Stand still! Don't panic!"

Xue Musheng's voice was hoarse from shouting, and he was directing several students to back away.

Mo Fan suppressed his breathing, lowered his head, and circled around to the side of the camp.

At this moment, no one had time to pay attention to who came from where; the students were terrified, and the military mages were busy clearing the area. Only Zhan Kong, after the wind blades fell, seemed to have known all along, giving Mo Fan a casual glance.

That glance was very short.

It's as if it sees through a person completely, inside and out.

Mo Fan clicked his tongue inwardly, but showed no sign on his face, and kept moving towards the edge of the crowd.

I had only taken a couple of steps when I suddenly felt a warmth in my chest.

The little mudfish slid moved again.

He glanced down and saw that the pendant inside his clothes was slightly warm, like a hungry dog ​​waking up at the smell of meat, showing no mercy whatsoever.

With so many one-eyed demon wolves on the ground, there must be quite a few remnants of their souls.

Sure enough, the scattered remnants of souls around him began to drift towards him little by little. They were as thin as smoke and could not be seen with the naked eye unless you looked closely, but the little mudfish swallowed them without hesitation and sucked them up more happily than anyone else.

Mo Fan's expression remained unchanged, but he was secretly overjoyed.

"You really know how to pick your timing."

The little loach ignored him and focused on eating.

It would be foolish not to take something that's offered to you for free.

At this moment, a military mage quickly walked to Zhan Kong's side and whispered a few words. Zhan Kong listened, then simply responded, turned his head to look at the dark forest outside the camp, his face expressionless.

Not far away, two people dressed in court uniforms also walked over.

They didn't join the group of students; they just stood on the side and talked in hushed tones.

"Still no sign of them."

"Just because people aren't showing up doesn't mean they haven't taken action."

"The dire wolf has been let in, and it's got its grip on the line."

Mo Fan's ears twitched slightly.

He wasn't standing far away, so he overheard most of what they said.

Let it in?

It's bitten?!

With the judges present—the atmosphere just suddenly felt off.

Mo Fan's gaze darkened.

Those bastards from the Black Vatican, they can find a way to get anywhere.

As he was thinking, a military mages suddenly walked towards him from the front.

"Mo Fan, the boss wants you to come over."

Mo Fan raised his eyelids and looked in the direction the other person indicated.

Zhan Kong stood beside a broken tree on the outskirts of the camp, his back to the firelight, his figure pressed against the darkness of the night, making him appear even heavier.

Mo Fan didn't ask any more questions and walked over.

As I moved further away from the students, the noise around me lessened considerably, leaving only the sound of the wind blowing through the woods, carrying with it a lingering smell of blood.

Zhan Kong looked at him and his first words were, "Just got back from outside?"

"Um."

"You encountered a dire wolf?"

Mo Fan smirked, "You saw me come back from outside, why are you still asking this?"

Zhan Kong ignored his comment and focused only on the wounds and bloodstains on his body.

"one person?"

"Nonsense." Mo Fan leaned against the broken tree, wiping the mud off his hands. "You can't really bring a wolf back to report to you."

Zhan Kong's expression remained unchanged: "Killed them?"

Mo Fan paused, his tone still somewhat irreverent: "Otherwise, what would I be doing standing here chatting with you?"

Zhan Kong stared at him for two seconds, then didn't ask any more questions.

Mo Fan was covered in dirt and blood, his sleeves were torn, and his trousers were ripped, but he was still able to stand steadily and his breathing was not too disordered.

This is not how an ordinary student should behave.

Mo Fan looked at him and suddenly asked, "What happened tonight wasn't an accident, was it?"

Zhan Kong didn't mince words: "No."

Mo Fan smirked: "Using students as bait, you guys are really ruthless."

"If I were really going to send you all to your deaths, I wouldn't be here guarding this place."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was very steady.

Mo Fan looked at him but didn't reply immediately.

He was indeed unhappy.

No one would feel comfortable being inexplicably dragged into this mess. But he wasn't stupid either. With those dozen or so one-eyed demon wolves outside the camp, if no one was there to keep things under control, there would probably be more than just wolf carcasses lying on the ground.

The military's approach is ruthless.

But Zhan Kong was indeed able to keep them in check.

Mo Fan clicked his tongue: "You big shots really don't like to give advance notice when you get things done."

Zhan Kong glanced at him: "Let me tell you in advance, the fish will still bite?"

"That's true." Mo Fan smirked. "But I almost got caught up in it too."

Zhan Kong actually smiled.

"You came back alive, didn't you?"

"That's because I'm lucky."

"Being resilient is a skill in itself."

The wind blew between the two men, spreading the stench of blood even further.

"Not bad!"

Zhan Kong suddenly put his hand on Mo Fan's shoulder: "After graduation, come hang out with me, I'll treat you to the best of everything."

Mo Fan was taken aback, almost thinking he had misheard.

"Are you already poaching people?"

"Um."

"I'm not going."

This time, Zhan Kong raised an eyebrow: "Why?"

Mo Fan answered crisply: "There are too many rules and too much to do. It's annoying to think about having someone managing you every day."

After saying that, he added, "Besides, I'm lazy and can't stand that."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Kong actually burst out laughing.

That's direct enough.

"There's no point in pretending with you." Mo Fan shrugged.

He had no intention of joining the ranks of military mages so soon.

The military is tough, and Zhan Kong is truly formidable, but that place is restrictive and unsuitable for him. If you force him to follow the rules every day, you might as well hang him from a tree.

Zhan Kong didn't press the matter, only saying, "We'll talk about it later."

As Mo Fan turned to leave, Zhan Kong suddenly spoke again: "I won't tell anyone about you sneaking out tonight."

Mo Fan paused, turned his head, and glanced at him.

Zhan Kong said calmly, "But if you run around recklessly again next time, you might not be so lucky."

Mo Fan twitched the corner of his mouth: "Okay, I'll try my best."

That doesn't sound very sincere.

Zhan Kong was too lazy to argue with him, and simply stood there watching Mo Fan walk back into the firelight.

The figure still carried the carefree air of a teenager, and when it walked into the crowd, it even had a slightly nonchalant feel to it, as if nothing had happened.

But Zhuan Kong's brows slowly furrowed.

When Mo Fan approached just now, he clearly sensed something was wrong.

The boy had blood, injuries, and the lingering ferocity from a battle with demons—all of that was normal.

But besides that—there's something even more complex and heavier.

It was like some kind of blood demon forcibly refined from the corpse of a demon, so faint as to be almost imperceptible, yet it made people instinctively uncomfortable.

Zhan Kong stared at Mo Fan's back, his gaze turning serious for the first time.

"This kid..."

He muttered something under his breath, but didn't finish the sentence.

Students shouldn't have this kind of attitude.