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

"I accidentally awakened a fire-type ability."

Mo Fan flicked his hand dismissively, his tone as casual as if he'd just bought a pancake from a street vendor.

The entire classroom was deathly silent. Just a moment ago, Zhao Kun was racking his brains to come up with sarcastic remarks, but now he looked as if someone had suddenly grabbed him by the neck, his mouth half open, and only heavy breathing could be heard from his throat.

"This flame isn't ordinary! Is it a naturally born fire-type spirit seed?" Class teacher Xue Musheng took a big step forward, oblivious to the chalk box he kicked over on the podium with his leather shoes. He stared intently at Mo Fan's hand, his eyes behind his thick glasses burning red as if he wanted to devour someone.

Mu Bai stared intently at the Awakening Stone, which was still emitting a dark red light. His eyes twitched violently. How could this be? How could a country bumpkin who got in through connections awaken a fire element with a spirit seed?

"A fire elemental talent with its own spiritual seed—that's a one-in-a-million talent! Mo Fan, you must cultivate diligently and never waste this exceptional talent!"

"Thank you, teacher."

Mo Fan nodded slightly, his smile fading. He walked back to his seat with composed steps.

This dismissive attitude, ironically, made Mu Bai and the others feel a humiliation they had never experienced before. It was as if, in Mo Fan's eyes, they weren't even qualified to be his opponents.

After returning to his seat, Mo Fan entered his own mental world. Within this mental world lay a colossal phantom—the Primordial Evil Phoenix.

Beside this phantom, there swirled a fire-elemental stardust glowing with dark red flames and a lightning-elemental stardust flashing with dark thunder.

"What exactly is this chilling power? Is it harmful or beneficial to me? I need to find a place to test it out. We'll find out once we put it to the test."

......

Late at night, the sky over Bocheng was obscured by thick clouds. Not even a sliver of moonlight could penetrate.

Deep in a secluded, desolate forest behind Tianlan Magic High School, Mo Fan took a deep breath after confirming that no one was around and slowly raised his right hand.

"Come out."

With a thought, his control over magic, once that of a god of magic, was ingrained in his soul, making it incredibly easy for him to trace the orbits of stars.

He attempted to cross the outer layer of fire-elemental stardust, to touch the pure black flame origin of the "Primordial Evil Phoenix" deep within the spiritual world—for a fleeting moment.

"Buzz!"

No flames rose up; instead, Mo Fan experienced a violent roar in his mind, as if struck by a heavy hammer!

"Well!"

Mo Fan let out a loud groan, and beads of cold sweat instantly covered his forehead. He knelt heavily on one knee and looked down. He saw that his right arm was cracked with fine bloody marks, and his meridians were in excruciating pain as if needles had just been inserted.

Mo Fan immediately severed the mental connection, panting heavily, his eyes filled with trepidation.

"Damn it, I was careless!"

He then realized he had made a common-sense mistake: the God of Magic's experience could indeed allow him to draw upon the power of the Evil Phoenix. However, his current physical condition was too weak.

Trying to forcibly use the primordial power of a god is like trying to conduct billions of volts of high voltage using a thin wire. Before the black flames can even be released, the vessel itself will be burned to ashes.

"It seems that before one's cultivation reaches a high level or even a super level, or before one's physical body has undergone demonic tempering, the Evil Phoenix's original power must not be used lightly."

Mo Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes grew even brighter.

Although they suffered some hardships, it proved just how terrifying this power was.

"Since we can't use the original source, let's try the mutated fire element."

Mo Fan stood up. This time, he did not touch the black flames deep inside, but instead mobilized the dark red stardust on the outer edge of his spiritual world.

Without any prior meditation, his current mana reserves were naturally insufficient to unleash the full power of "Fire Zeus." However, relying on his god-level control, he managed to extract a wisp of magic from the stardust.

A wisp of dark red flame, the size of a soybean, condensed at his fingertip. Mo Fan flicked his finger, sending the flame landing on a granite slab about half a person's height.

There were no explosions, no flames shooting into the sky; in order not to attract the city's demon-hunting team and military mages, Mo Fan kept the noise to a minimum.

The hard granite didn't even last three seconds; under the impact of the flames, it became as fragile as paper. In the end, the entire granite was burned to a pool of white ash.

Mo Fan looked at the ashes on the ground and remained silent for a moment: "If Old Zhao ever dares to show off to me again, I'll use this to light his cigarette."

Just then, the little mudfish pendant that Mo Fan always wore close to his chest suddenly emitted a warm tremor.

"Buzz!"

A faint glow emanated from the little loach's surface, and an extremely pure, gentle, and cool energy flowed back from within it, running down Mo Fan's chest and into his recently injured right arm.

The cracked skin on his right arm healed instantly, and the excruciating pain in his meridians was also relieved.

"Little Mudskipper, you have a new function too? Haha, I love you to death, yay yay!" Mo Fan excitedly kissed the little mudskipper several times.

The power of the Evil Phoenix is ​​responsible for combat, destruction, and mutation, while the Little Mudfish is responsible for logistics, repair, and enhancement.

This is absolutely the perfect start!

"But before that, we need to increase our 'mana' first."

Mo Fan concealed his aura and turned to disappear into the night...

Two months later, the practical training session began.

When the woman in black high heels walked onto the playground, a unified sound of swallowing saliva rang out from the Class 8 formation.

Dressed in a tight-fitting office lady outfit, her mature and voluptuous curves were breathtakingly outlined. Tang Yue lazily glanced at the group of staring teenagers, her red lips slightly parted: "Our previous teacher is ill, so I'll be teaching this class from now on."

Standing at the front, Mu Bai subconsciously straightened his back, adjusted his expensive collar, and tried to attract the attention of this stunningly beautiful woman with his "ice genius" composure.

However, Tang Yue's gaze did not linger on him at all.

As a hidden mid-level fire mage, Tang Yue's originally nonchalant gaze suddenly froze when she swept over the last row of the group.

He was a boy with short, choppy hair, hands in his pockets, and a somewhat roguish yet handsome look.

In the mere fraction of a second that their eyes met, Tang Yue clearly felt that the usually irritable and arrogant mid-level fire nebula within her body involuntarily shrank back!

It was like a tiger patrolling the mountain, suddenly smelling the breath of a true dragon. It was a feeling etched into the deepest layers of magical elements... submission and fear!

Tang Yue clenched her fists slightly behind her back, trying to maintain a calm expression, but her charming peach blossom eyes were already churning with turbulent emotions.

What kind of monster is that boy?