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

My aunt's old building isn't very tall, but the wind on the rooftop never stopped. The clothesline swayed gently in the breeze, and several old flowerpots, which had been there for who knows how long, were piled up in the corner.

Mo Fan squatted alone on the edge of the rooftop, holding the small loach pendant in his hand, his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong with you now, you little mudfish?"

Ever since we returned from the old town, this thing has been acting strangely. At first, it was just getting hot, but just now it got even more outrageous; the blood-red pattern actually jumped twice towards the city center.

Where else could that place be?

Earthly Sacred Spring.

Mo Fan narrowed his eyes, quickly going through the events of tonight in his mind.

The main spring has shown unusual activity, and those bastards from the Black Vatican are forcing it to move. And of all times, the little mudskipper has also risen from the dead. To say this is a coincidence is simply unbelievable.

There's only one problem.

Is this reaction directed at the main spring, or at the small amount of branch spring fluid he swallowed earlier?

Mo Fan took a breath, his mind gradually sinking inward, probing into his body along the little mudfish.

He soon realized something was wrong.

The River Styx!

He knew that feeling well.

The spring water from a branch of the Disheng Spring.

When he swallowed it, he vaguely sensed that it hadn't completely dissipated. He never expected it to turn into the River Styx, or more accurately, the Stream of the Underworld.

Now, as soon as there's any movement from the main spring, these remaining roots seem to wake up as if they've smelled something.

They were actually resonating with each other, one inside and one outside.

Mo Fan looked down at the little loach.

"Dad, is this the time to be greedy?"

As if it understood his words, the red stripe on the little loach lit up again.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of purer magical energy than usual slowly flowed out from the body, traveled up through Mo Fan's palm, and poured directly into the stardust.

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"Wow, so generous today? Daddy certainly didn't raise you for nothing! Yay!"

The already suppressed, restless evil fire within the fire-elemental stardust was almost instantly awakened, and the sparks suddenly blazed brighter. The lightning-elemental side also crackled and popped, black arcs of electricity darting wildly around, exuding a sinister, explosive power.

Mo Fan didn't rush to make a move.

He leaned against the wall, first suppressing the sudden surge of power, and only after the fire and lightning elements had stabilized did he slowly open his eyes.

His lips gradually parted into a smile.

"If you could manage to get it in your past life, why would you get stuck here in this one?"

For others, fusing magic might be a stroke of luck, but for him, it wasn't.

He had walked that path in his past life; he understood the principles perfectly and knew the direction clearly. The only problem was that the lightning and fire in this life were rather unruly. The lightning was black lightning, extremely violent, and the fire was more like malevolent fire, more ferocious than ordinary fire. If he really had to combine these two things, it might be even more difficult to manage than in his past life.

The reason I didn't move before wasn't because I didn't know how.

It's unnecessary.

For dealing with minor characters, a single type of magic is enough; there's no need to waste magical energy. But things are different now. The situation in Bo City looks like it's about to explode every day. If we really run into a bunch of generals or even more troublesome things later, we'll definitely suffer a great loss if we continue with the old approach.

Since the Holy Spring and Little Loach have started causing trouble tonight, and the magic energy has been brought up, then that's perfect, let's try the fusion of thunder and fire!

Mo Fan stood up, walked to an empty spot on the rooftop, and casually dragged the piece of scrap metal frame in the corner a little further away.

He raised his right hand.

The lightning seal's star trail lit up, and black electric sparks continuously gathered towards the palm, compressing into a fist-sized rudimentary lightning seal shape. The edges crackled, and the faint electric hum sent shivers down one's spine.

Mo Fan stared at the ball of lightning, not in a hurry to throw it out.

Lei set it up first.

First, establish the bones.

Fire must not be ignited first, otherwise the evil fire's temper will explode, and the thunder seal will immediately dissipate.

He raised his left hand, and the fire-breathing star trails lit up.

As soon as the evil fire appeared, the temperature around it immediately rose. The dark red flames had just condensed when the surrounding air was distorted by the heat.

"Come on in."

Mo Fan cursed under his breath, then pressed down with his left hand, forcing the fireball into the lightning seal in his right hand.

Stab it! ! !

The lightning suddenly struck, causing arcs of electricity to surge wildly and flames to explode, almost shattering on the spot.

"Damn, they're pretty arrogant!"

Mo Fan's eyes sharpened, and he lowered his wrist, pressing down hard with his mental energy.

Scattered?

What a load of rubbish!

The more they explode, the more it proves that the approach is correct; it's just that neither of these two things is obedient.

"You better behave yourself!"

Mo Fan gritted his teeth, his mental energy firmly fixed in the middle, determined not to let the thunder explode first, nor to let the fire flare up first.

The black lightning seal gradually shrank, while the dark red evil fire slowly coiled around its edges. At first, it felt like two mad dogs, neither willing to submit to the other, were forcibly put into a cage, and any slight loosening of their grip would lead to a fierce fight.

Don't panic, don't explode, just twist it all together for me.

A dozen seconds later, the two forces that had been frantically dissipating actually stabilized in his palm.

Although it's very short.

But that's enough.

Mo Fan's eyes lit up, and with a flick of his hand, he blasted the combined lightning and fire towards a row of old cement bricks in the corner of the rooftop.

boom!

The sound of the explosion was much deeper than that of ordinary lightning seals and fire seals.

One moment it was the piercing force of lightning, the next it was followed by an uncontrollable wave of fire. The black lightning bolts almost skimmed the ground before striking, and the next second, the fiery inferno erupted around the point of impact.

Most of the old bricks were blown up on the spot.

The middle piece was in even worse shape. It wasn't just a simple crack; it looked as if it had been pierced by lightning, then burned by fire along the crack, and finally the entire structure collapsed from the inside. The edges were scorched black and red, crumbling into a layer of ash.

Mo Fan stared at the mess, paused for a moment, and then slowly smiled.

"As expected of me! Even Old Zhao would kneel down if he came here with this power."

This move is more ruthless than the Thunder Seal alone.

It is also more yin than fire alone.

It's not just a simple stacking of two attacks; it truly captures the essence of one plus one being greater than two.

The lightning's speed and paralysis effect remained, but the fire's temperature and range followed suit. What was most disgusting was that the lightning struck first, and then the fire spun outwards from the point of impact. If nearby targets were clustered together, it could wipe out an entire area in one fell swoop.

This thing is really good at clearing out miscellaneous soldiers.

If it can be pushed further in to contain the spreading part, its power will definitely increase to another level.

Mo Fan strode over, squatted down in front of the brick that had been hit, and reached out to touch the remaining debris on the edge.

It's very hot.

And it wasn't just ordinary burn cracking.

It's more like it was first forcibly broken open by lightning, then burned through by fire from the inside, and finally collapsed like this because it couldn't hold on any longer.

"This is interesting..."

Mo Fan muttered something under his breath, and a second thought immediately popped into his mind.

Expanding the fighting area is a way to clear the field.

Pressuring on a single point means breaking through the defense and eliminating the target.

If we could really compress the lightning and fire into a smaller point and bombard the same location, the power would definitely be even greater than it is now.

However, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Mo Fan suppressed it.

Because the consumption is too great.

That one strike was almost equivalent to two or three normal spells he cast.

This is still under the condition that the little loach feeds back magic energy.

If you played like this normally, you'd be dead before you even killed anyone else.

Mo Fan refused to believe it and tried twice more.

The second explosion was significantly more stable than the first; the lightning and fire overlapped for a longer period, and the explosion's area was more complete. The section of scrap metal frame in the corner of the rooftop was blasted into a twisted mess, with tiny arcs of electricity still flickering in the gaps, as if it had been blasted into a cramp.

The third time, Mo Fan deliberately suppressed the fire element even more, preventing it from spreading outwards and forcing it to shrink inwards.

The impact point was blasted into a black and red crater, with little explosion around it; instead, it looked as if something had gnawed a piece off.

Mo Fan took a breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stared at the pit with a gleam in his eyes.

"Well, at least you've done something worthwhile for me."

The basic structure is now in place.

But it was only a prototype.

This thing is ruthless enough to deal with slave-level and ordinary generals. If you aim carefully, it can even injure or kill a great general. But if you encounter a tough general or a commander-level one, it can only peel off a layer of skin at most. It's far from being able to decide the outcome in one move.

Ultimately, it's because the timing wasn't right.

If we really want to push this move to the point where it can be used as a trump card, we need to borrow more things.

Mo Fan looked down at the little loach in his hand, his eyes darkening slightly.

Just now, every time the lightning and fire were about to dissipate, this broken pendant would vibrate slightly, as if secretly helping him out. That pure magical energy didn't just appear out of nowhere; it was clearly related to the resonance with the Earthly Holy Spring.

Thinking about it more deeply, the blood-red pattern that surfaced on its surface today doesn't seem like a normal reaction either.

It was as if some deeply hidden mark had been forcefully drawn out by the aura of the main spring.

A word suddenly flashed through Mo Fan's mind.

Evil Phoenix!

The thought came quickly, without any clear basis, but once it surfaced, it left a mark on Mo Fan's mind.

There's probably something hidden on this little mudfish that he doesn't know about.

"You worthless pendant, you have more secrets than I've caused any trouble."

Mo Fan cursed and stuffed it back into his collar.

A night breeze blew in from the edge of the rooftop, bringing a chill that was even more intense than before. A few scattered lights still shone in the distance, but most of the city had already sunk into darkness, the silence almost oppressive.

Mo Fan leaned against the wall, trying to go over the process of the three recruitment trials in his mind again, when his phone suddenly vibrated.

The screen lit up.

唐月。

Mo Fan answered the call immediately.

"Feed".

The wind was strong on the other end of the phone, mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps. Tang Yue spoke quickly, her voice low, but noticeably more strained than before.

"The old town, Beijiekou, and several areas near the main spring's perimeter will be forcibly evacuated starting tonight."

Mo Fan's expression changed, and he immediately stood up straight.

"It's already started?"

"This is a notification that just came down," Tang Yue said in a low voice. "The situation is developing faster than we anticipated. Don't wander around now, go back inside, and keep your phone with you at all times. I might need to contact you again at any moment."

Mo Fan glanced in the direction of the city center, and his eyes immediately turned cold.

"Those bastards from the Black Vatican are really quick."

Tang Yue didn't respond to that, but continued, "Remember, don't go to dangerous places alone tonight."

Mo Fan twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, I'm not tired of living yet."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. Tang Yue's tone softened slightly, but it still carried a warning.

"You'd better not be tired of living."

"Okay, okay," Mo Fan said. "You take care of your own business first. Call me if anything happens."

The phone hangs up.

The rooftop fell silent again.

Mo Fan held his phone, standing still.

Mo Fan looked up at the deepest part of the night, a hint of ruthlessness slowly rising in his eyes.

"Fine, so you've come, huh? Since you're here, then leave your dog's life behind!"