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

On the day of our return journey, the sky remained overcast.

The bus drove along the mountain road towards Bocheng. Rows of trees outside the window receded into the distance, the wind pressed down on the treetops, and a thick layer of gray clouds piled up on the horizon, making one's chest feel heavy just looking at them.

The car was unusually quiet.

The group of students who were noisy and boisterous when they set off a few days ago are now mostly listless. They are afraid that some monsters will suddenly appear halfway through the journey. Even Zhao Kunsan, who usually loves to make a fuss, is now quietly huddled in his seat, his face pale as a ghost.

Xue Musheng sat at the front, holding a thermos in his arms. He didn't say much the whole way, only occasionally glancing back, as if afraid that someone would be missing.

Zhang Xiaohou sat next to Mo Fan, hesitated for a while, then leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Brother Fan, have you been acting strange these past few days?"

Mo Fan tilted his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it," Zhang Xiaohou said, scratching his head. "It just feels like you haven't been sleeping much these past few days, like you're carrying something on your mind."

Mo Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, but didn't respond to the comment.

go to bed?

These past two days, every time he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the images of that night at the training camp. The smell of blood in the forest, the gray-robed priest's face contorted by the fire, and the unspoken words between Tang Yue and Zhan Kong.

The Black Vatican has its eye on him.

And it's not as simple as just glancing at it.

What's more troublesome is that things that should have had some buffer in the previous life have started to fall apart in this life.

The Holy Spring was acting strangely, the Black Vatican was testing the waters ahead of time, and the gray-robed priests directly sneaked into the training camp... one thing after another, giving no one a chance to catch their breath.

Mo Fan leaned back, closed his eyes, but his hand unconsciously pressed against his chest.

Beneath the clothes, the little mudfish pendant lay quietly against the skin.

The dark red line had faded a bit in the past two days, but it hadn't completely disappeared, like a thin line of blood buried under his skin. Whenever he calmed down, he could always feel a faint warmth in his chest, as if it were reminding him of something.

"Brother Fan?" Zhang Xiaohou called him again.

"It's alright." Mo Fan opened his eyes. "Take care of yourself first."

Zhang Xiaohou opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't ask any more questions.

The bus drove on for a while longer and finally entered the territory of Bocheng.

Familiar streets, buildings, and road signs gradually came into view. Logically, seeing these should have brought a sense of relief. But as Mo Fan looked out the window, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Something just doesn't feel right.

It wasn't that the streets were deserted, nor was there anything obviously unusual in the city; rather, there was an inexplicable sense of oppression. Everything seemed to be running as usual, but something was slowly stirring in the shadows.

The roadside drainage wells, the shadows at the street corners, the old buildings crammed together, and even the distant silhouette of Xuefeng Mountain hidden in the sky all made him feel unusually uneasy.

He knew he was overexerting himself.

But in situations like this, it's better to be tense than relaxed.

After returning to school, the so-called rest and recuperation was nonexistent for Mo Fan.

After the ordeal, most of the students were still basking in the relief of escaping death. The campus, however, recovered quickly; long queues still formed in the cafeteria, people still argued on the playground, and the sounds of teachers scolding could still be heard in the teaching buildings.

It seems like everything is the same as usual.

But Mo Fan knew very well that this was only what it appeared to be.

These past few days, he has spent almost all his free time in his solo practice room.

Fire and lightning, take turns.

The growing sense of urgency pressed down on him, forcing him to not relax even a little.

On the first day, my brain was throbbing from the practice.

The next day, the fire element star was noticeably more agitated.

On the third day, the lightning element also began to react.

By the fourth night, there were only a few people left in the training ground, and in the end, he was the only one left.

It was already pitch black outside the window, and his pale face was reflected in the glass. His forehead was covered in sweat, and the back of his clothes was almost completely soaked.

Mo Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, slowly calming his breathing.

In the realm of the mind, two specks of stardust are churning.

Especially fire-type.

The seven fire-elemental stars were already active, but now they seemed to have been stimulated by something, becoming extremely agitated and colliding several times, making his head numb.

"Oh shit……"

Mo Fan gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, "Give me a break."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little mudfish pendant on his chest suddenly felt warm.

It wasn't hot; it was more like a thin, warm current that seeped into my mind from my chest.

The fire elemental star, which had been rushing around wildly, seemed to be calmed down for a moment. Although its restlessness hadn't completely subsided, it was noticeably more compliant than before.

Mo Fan's eyes lit up immediately.

It's now!

He suddenly suppressed his mental energy, controlling the fire-elemental stars to form a trajectory.

The first one, the second one, the third one...

One star after another was added, and when the seventh star was in place, the entire Mars orbit suddenly shuddered, as if a blockage had been cleared away.

Fire element level 3!

The moment it was completed, Mo Fan felt a buzzing in his head, as if he had been freed from a suffocating feeling, and even his breathing became much easier.

But before he could catch his breath, the lightning element on the other side also became agitated.

The seven lightning-elemental stars flashed fiercely, like a group of temperamental little beasts. They were clearly more difficult to control, but at this moment, they were forced to unleash a fierce energy.

Mo Fan took a deep breath and gritted his teeth to continue pressing down.

This pressure lasted for almost half an hour.

By the end, his temples were throbbing, and his vision was blurring. But when the lightning-based star trail finally took full shape, he couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

"...Damn, it's done."

Fire element level 3, Lightning element level 3.

The two departments took a step forward together.

Mo Fan sat there for a long time before slowly standing up, supporting himself on the ground.

My legs felt a little weak, and my palms were sweaty.

The anger that had been building up inside me finally dissipated a little.

not enough.

It's far from being truly useful.

But at least now he is no longer the person from his previous life who had no time to do anything and could only be swept along by the situation.

Mo Fan unscrewed the water bottle, tilted his head back and took a few gulps. Just as he was about to walk out, someone was already standing at the door.

She had black hair, was tall, and leaned against the door; it was unclear how long she had been there.

唐月。

Mo Fan paused, then raised an eyebrow: "Teacher Tang Yue, isn't peeping at a student's cultivation a violation of professional ethics?"

Tang Yue completely ignored his words, her gaze sweeping over his face and then sweeping over him again.

"You got too absorbed in it." Tang Yue straightened up. "Come with me."

"Now?"

"Now."

Mo Fan looked at her but didn't move.

Tang Yue also looked at him. Mo Fan's expression was much more serious than usual, and the faint playfulness in his eyes was gone.

"I'm not here for idle chatter," she said. "I have something to tell you."

Mo Fan glanced at her twice, but finally followed her.

But as he stepped out of the training room, the unease he had just suppressed slowly resurfaced.

The fact that Tang Yue would come to him at this time suggests that things are probably more complicated than he thought.