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

After the commotion at the camp, the students appeared to have settled down, but they were all incredibly uneasy inside and couldn't sleep at all.

The military magistrate was still patrolling the perimeter, and the wolf carcasses on the ground had not yet been completely cleaned up. The air was filled with the smells of burning and blood, as well as an indescribable sense of oppression.

Mo Fan leaned against the outside of the tent, his eyes closed, as if he were resting.

But only he knew that he couldn't calm down at all.

The little mudfish pendant on his chest was constantly burning hot. The heat wasn't intense, but it felt like something was burrowing under his skin, making him restless. Adding to this, the lingering smell of blood outside the camp, carried by the wind, stirred up the fierce energy he had recently suppressed within him.

"Damn, its aftereffects are that long-lasting?"

Mo Fan cursed under his breath and rubbed his face.

He originally thought that after absorbing that blood essence, it would pass after a while, but who knew that this thing was like a leech, sticking to him and refusing to go away.

Especially considering the many one-eyed wolf corpses lying outside the camp.

The stronger the smell, the more pronounced his restless urge to fight became.

Mo Fan opened his eyes and glanced around.

Zhang Xiaohou was already curled up in his sleeping bag, pretending to be asleep, but he probably wasn't really asleep. The other students around him all looked unwell, clearly still recovering from the ordeal. Xue Musheng, on the other hand, was still pacing back and forth, like a worried, overworked old nanny.

Mo Fan let out a sigh of relief, knowing he couldn't stay there any longer.

If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that looking at the pile of wolf carcasses outside would give rise to some abnormal thoughts.

He stood up, tugged at the hem of his clothes, picked up the water bottle beside him, and walked towards the edge of the camp.

"Mo Fan, where are you going?" Xue Musheng, who was not far away, immediately looked over.

"To pee." Mo Fan said without turning his head. "Teacher, do you want to come along?"

Xue Musheng's face darkened at the retort: ​​"Go and come back quickly! Don't wander off!"

"understood."

Mo Fan waved his hand, but didn't stop walking, slowly heading towards the outer edge of the camp.

The military mages mainly focused on the student area and the outer perimeter of the cordon, leaving the middle section somewhat less vigilant. Taking advantage of the darkness and the shadows of the tents, Mo Fan, head down, slowly made his way to the edge. Just as he reached a broken tree, the small mudskipper pendant on his chest suddenly felt a sharp, burning heat.

It was more obvious than any of the previous times.

Mo Fan paused for a moment, his eyes instantly darkening.

wrong.

This is not simply a matter of blood and qi being agitated.

It's like... a warning.

He raised his head without making a sound and looked towards the dark forest outside the camp.

The wind rustled through the branches and leaves, creating a soft whisper.

At first glance, it doesn't seem unusual.

But Mo Fan's ears twitched slightly.

There are footsteps.

Very light, very deliberate, and the timing was extremely steady; clearly not a student, nor like those patrolling military mages.

The next second, a blurry figure flashed past the edge of the woods, as fast as a shadow swept away by the wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Mo Fan narrowed his eyes.

"There really is something else."

He stood still, as if hesitating.

But it was only a second. The next second, he darted towards the tree roots, turned to the side, and moved directly in the direction where the dark figure had disappeared.

The firelight couldn't reach the depths of the forest, and the surroundings suddenly became dark.

Mo Fan walked lightly, stepping on fallen leaves and exposed tree roots, his breathing extremely low. After the fight just now, he still carried the lingering smell of blood, so his entry into the forest didn't seem too out of place.

The little mudfish pendant was still hot, clinging to his chest like a living thing, reminding him again and again that there was something in front of him.

The further Mo Fan walked, the colder his eyes became.

The place wasn't actually far from the camp, only a few dozen meters away, but the dense forest immediately blocked out the firelight and voices, leaving only the sound of the wind and insects, making it extremely gloomy.

There were fresh footprints on the ground.

They weren't demonic claw marks, they were boot prints.

And it wasn't just one person.

Mo Fan squatted down and glanced at it, and immediately understood the situation better.

"They really are human."

He got up and continued forward, and after going around two crooked trees, he suddenly heard a very low voice from ahead.

Mo Fan's eyelids twitched, and he immediately leaned against the tree trunk, even slowing his breathing.

Ahead was a small open space, where moonlight filtered through the trees, barely illuminating two standing figures.

A man wearing a black cloak, with a thin build and a slightly hoarse voice.

The other was even more covered up, with his face buried under the hood, only his pale chin showing.

"The wolves couldn't break in; the camp reacted faster than expected," the hoarse voice said in a low voice.

"It's alright," the other person said calmly. "We've already located the location. Tonight wasn't about killing anyone."

"The judges were watching too closely."

"Let them watch their show, we'll do ours."

The wind blew through the woods, and the leaves trembled slightly.

Mo Fan leaned against the tree, his gaze gradually darkening.

It really is the Black Vatican.

These bastards, they can always find a way to appear anywhere.

The hoarse voice from the front continued, "Those locations are already set up; we're just waiting for the city to move in as well. But..."

He paused.

"There was a kid outside the camp who seemed a bit odd."

Mo Fan's pupils contracted sharply.

The other person seemed interested: "Which one?"

"The one that came back from outside the woods."

"student?"

"He looks like a student, but the smell on him doesn't seem like it."

The air suddenly became a few degrees quieter.

Mo Fan cursed inwardly, his hand slowly pressing against the side of his pants.

Damn it, he really is talking about himself.

The man continued, "I was too far away to see clearly. But when that kid first entered the camp, it was as if the scattered remnants of souls and death energy around him were all pulled apart."

"You tugged at it?" The hooded man finally looked up slightly. "Are you sure?"

"I can't be mistaken."

"interesting."

The moment those two words were uttered, Mo Fan's back tensed slightly.

The hooded man in front was silent for two seconds, then suddenly laughed.

"Don't touch him yet."

"above?"

"Yes, we need to confirm this first. If it really is that kind of thing, it would be a pity if it died."

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan's eyes turned completely cold.

What kind of thing?

What the hell do you take me for?

Just as he was trying to hear more clearly, his feet suddenly felt a slight sinking.

Click.

He stepped on and broke a dead branch that was covered by fallen leaves.

The sound was very soft.

But in this excessively quiet forest, it felt like needles pricking your ears.

The two figures in front of them fell silent instantly.

The next second, the hooded man suddenly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the tree where Mo Fan was hiding.

"Who?!"

Almost as soon as the words were spoken, a dark figure pounced straight at them with astonishing speed!

Mo Fan's expression changed, and he cursed, "Damn it!"

Having already been exposed, there was no point in hiding any longer. He pushed off with his foot, flipping to the side and rolling away almost touching the ground. The next second, there was a muffled "thud" on the tree trunk where he had just been hiding, and a dark crack appeared, as if something had corroded a piece of it.

Dark magic?

No, it doesn't seem like it.

It's more like some kind of insidious magical artifact or curse.

Before Mo Fan could regain his footing, fire-elemental star trails lit up in his palm.

"Evil Flame - Blazing Fire - Burning Bones!"

A burst of fire suddenly shot out, illuminating half the forest, and blasted straight at the oncoming figure.

The other person, however, seemed to have anticipated this, twisting their body strangely to dodge the flames from the side, only getting grazed by the embers. The flames exploded with a "boom," illuminating half of the person's face, making it appear deathly pale and cold, with even a slight smile still lingering on their lips.

"It really is him."

Mo Fan's heart sank.

This person is not weak.

They are definitely not ordinary small fry.

On the other side, the hooded man didn't rush to make a move. He just stood there, staring at Mo Fan as if he were looking at something strange.

"Student, fire element, quite bold." He spoke softly, "but the smell on you is truly disgusting."

Mo Fan flicked the sparks off his hand and grinned coldly, "Your dead body smell isn't very pleasant either."

The hoarse figure pounced again, this time even faster, skimming almost the ground as it came, a flash of cold light in its hand revealing a short blade.

Mo Fan's eyes sharpened, and he took a step back while his mind raced.

Is Lei Yin currently exposed?

If we go all out, we might not be able to keep them; instead, we might reveal our true strength.

But without getting serious, relying solely on fire, these two bastards in front of me are clearly not so easy to deal with.

Just as he hesitated, the little mudskipper pendant on his chest suddenly burned again.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar feeling of heat suddenly exploded from my chest and instantly spread throughout my limbs and bones.

Mo Fan's breath hitched, and the fierce glint in his eyes rose almost instinctively.

The movement of the figure rushing towards them suddenly became much clearer.

"roll!"

Mo Fan let out a low roar and threw a punch.

This punch carried the lingering traces of fire magic.

boom! !

The hoarse-voiced figure clearly hadn't expected him to engage in close combat. Just as he raised his short blade, Mo Fan punched his wrist, knocking him off balance and sending him staggering back two steps.

Mo Fan himself was stunned for a moment.

The power is much greater than before.

But the next second, the killing intent within him surged up as well, making his temples throb.

He even had an urge to pounce on the two bastards in front of him and kill them.

"interesting!"

The hooded man was genuinely interested this time, his voice carrying a strange tone, "This kid is really odd."

Mo Fan's eyes were icy as he forcefully suppressed the surging anger in his chest, and the flames in his palms ignited once more.

"Do you even exist...?"

Before he could finish uttering a single curse, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from outside the woods!

laugh! !

The cyan wind blade tore through the night, so fast that it was almost just a blur, and slashed directly at the hooded man's neck!

The man's expression finally changed, and he retreated sharply. Something seemed to explode from under his black robe, forcefully blocking the attack. Even so, a long gash was still cut open on his shoulder by the wind blade, and blood immediately seeped out.

"Walk!"

He gave a low shout, and the hoarse figure from before turned and retreated almost without hesitation.

Mo Fan suddenly turned around.

At the edge of the woods, a tall figure was rushing through the air at an astonishing speed. The night wind whipped at the corners of his clothes, making a rustling sound. It was Zhan Kong!

His eyes were as cold as knives, and he raised his hand to throw another gust of wind, his voice low and chilling.

"Those rats from the Black Vatican have some nerve!"

The hooded man didn't reply, but simply retreated rapidly, his figure flashing through the shadows of the trees before disappearing into the darkness, instantly creating distance between them.

But before leaving, he still glanced at Mo Fan.

That look was as cold and sinister as a snake's.

"He's definitely acting strange."

"Keep an eye on him."

As the voice faded, the person had completely disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Zhan Kong didn't pursue too far immediately. He stood still for two seconds, and only after confirming that the other party had used the terrain to escape did he slowly stop.

The woods fell silent again.

Only Mo Fan's chest was still burning hot, and his breathing was a little heavy.

Zhan Kong turned to look at him, his gaze first sweeping over the lingering flames in his palm, then falling on his right hand from which he had just thrown a punch, and finally settling on his face.

"You really know how to cause trouble," Zhan Kong said calmly.

Mo Fan took a breath and forced a smile: "I just came out to pee, they started it."

"You're quite the character, managing to piss into the Vatican's den."

Mo Fan didn't respond to that, his nonchalant expression softened a bit, and he said in a low voice, "I heard something."

Zhan Kong glanced at him: "Speak."

Mo Fan didn't waste any time and directly summarized the key points he had just heard.

What? "The location has been found," "Tonight's not about killing anyone," "Several points have been set up," "Just waiting for the city to move together."

The more Zhan Kong spoke, the sullen his expression became.

When Mo Fan mentioned that the other party suspected something was wrong with him, Zhan Kong's eyes changed slightly, but he quickly suppressed it, as if he hadn't revealed anything.

"And another thing," Mo Fan narrowed his eyes, "They said they'll be moving in tandem with the city."

After he said that, even the wind in the woods seemed to get a few degrees colder.

Zhan Kong was silent for two seconds, then suddenly spoke: "Don't say a word about what happened tonight when you get back."

"I'm not stupid."

"Furthermore," Zhan Kong stared at him, "you'd better be aware of your own problems."

Mo Fan's heart skipped a beat, but he merely raised an eyebrow: "What problem could I have? Am I too handsome?"

Zhan Kong sneered, too lazy to pay him any attention.

"Back to camp."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Mo Fan followed behind, but the expression on his face gradually faded.

He knew that the wave he had just experienced was not a hallucination.

That surge of energy not only boosts one's condition, but it can also have a real impact on oneself.

What's more troublesome is that the Black Vatican seems to have figured it out as well.

The thought of the hooded man's parting words, "Keep an eye on him," made Mo Fan's eyes darken.

Oh shit.

This time, the bastard has really got his eye on them.

When the two returned to the camp one after the other, there were noticeably more military mages on the outer perimeter. Clearly, Zhan Kong's sudden departure hadn't been entirely without warning.

Mo Fan didn't get too close to the group of students. He just found a spot by a fire and sat down, head down, as if he had just gone out for a stroll and come back.

But the little mudfish pendant on her chest trembled slightly at that moment.

It's very light.

This caused Mo Fan's expression to change slightly.

He glanced down, hiding his eyes behind his collar.

On the surface of the small loach pendant, a very faint dark red pattern had silently appeared at some point.

Mo Fan stared at the pattern, his eyelids twitching slightly.

"……Hold."

This thing is definitely not over yet.