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

Chapter 37 Old Friends

The woods on the outskirts of Shanghai are much quieter than those in the city.

In the distance, you can still see the silhouettes of a few gray-white buildings. As you walk further in, the sound of cars fades away, leaving only the soft rustling of the wind through the leaves.

This past week, he has spent almost all of his free time taking control of the new system.

"I wonder if I'll be able to run into Old Wolf this time."

Mo Fan raised his hand, and seven moon-white stars quickly appeared around his palm.

They are like a cleaving line bathed in moonlight, slowly tearing open a rift in normal space, leading to another dimension.

Mo Fan closed his eyes, his mind sinking down.

The sounds of the wind, the trees, and the scent of grass and trees were all sucked away in an instant.

His consciousness felt like it had fallen into a bottomless well, the weightlessness sending shivers down his spine. When things stabilized again, he found himself in another world.

The summoning slot was no longer an unfamiliar place for him.

"I hope that baby has been born by now."

Mo Fan's consciousness continued forward.

As we passed a scree slope, the tall grass ahead suddenly swayed.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of dark yellow eyes emerged from the shadows.

It was a blue bird.

It wasn't large, but its eyes were fixed on Mo Fan, clearly testing this strange ape-like creature that had intruded.

Mo Fan glanced at it, but didn't stop walking.

He really wanted a flying summon, but it wasn't his "ideal."

After flying over the dark brown rocky slope, a valley appeared ahead. Scattered in the valley were some huge white skeletons, left behind by some unknown creature, the wind whistling softly as it passed through the bones. On one side of the valley was a nearly dried-up riverbed, with a few clumps of dark gray weeds growing along its banks.

Mo Fan stopped in his tracks as soon as he reached the side.

On the other side of the river stood a wolf.

It was noticeably smaller than the ordinary ghost wolf beasts around it, its dark blue fur rippled slightly in the wind, and its limbs were strong and powerful. It did not bare its teeth or growl, but simply stood there quietly, watching him from afar with its dark wolf eyes.

Mo Fan looked at it but didn't speak immediately.

The old wolf who accompanied him from the very beginning of his previous life.

From its initial appearance as a Dark Wolf Beast, through its subsequent evolution, battles, and desperate fights, to the final decisive battle that nearly shattered the entire world, it remained ever-present.

Mo Fan thought that if he could do it all over again, he would be very calm when he saw it again.

But when I actually met those eyes, my chest tightened slightly.

It was just a fleeting moment.

The next second, he grinned, still with that familiar roguish look.

"Damn, it really is you."

The wolf's ears twitched by the river.

Mo Fan raised his chin at it.

"Come work for me, and I'll find you a she-wolf."

The old wolf didn't move, it just stared at him.

Two seconds later, it took two steps forward, and then two more steps.

As it approached step by step, it stopped not far in front of Mo Fan, lowering its head to sniff the scent of his human consciousness. The wolf's eyes held the wariness expected of a wild beast, yet beyond that wariness, there seemed to be a hint of inexplicable hesitation.

It was like smelling a familiar scent in unfamiliar surroundings.

Mo Fan looked at it and suddenly thought of everything that had happened in the past.

He instinctively reached out his hand, his voice unconsciously lowering.

"Alright, come here."

The old wolf stared at that hand for several seconds.

Then, it slowly lowered its head and gently touched its forehead to the surface.

Mo Fan's fingers paused for a moment. He pressed his palm against Old Wolf's forehead and said in a low voice, "This time, don't let him die before me."

Of course, the old wolf didn't understand that sentence.

It merely let out a low hum and did not back away.

The mark of the spirit slowly appeared on the forehead of this ghost wolf beast.

Moon-white patterns spread from Mo Fan's feet, flowing down his arm to his palm, and finally covering the old wolf's forehead. The wolf's body tensed slightly, but it did not struggle, allowing the force to connect them.

Mo Fan clearly felt a response coming from the other side.

The next instant, Mo Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

The wind from the woods suddenly rushed back into my ears.

Before the summoning star trails around him had dissipated, the moon-white light rapidly converged, tearing open a dimensional rift in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a fierce beastly aura emerged from behind the crack.

First, a wolf's paw stepped out.

Next comes the head, shoulders, back, and tail.

A robust old wolf, smaller than a typical ghost wolf, emerged from the crevice. When it landed on its four limbs, the fallen leaves on the ground bounced slightly.

"Not bad, not bad, still so handsome, just like me."

The old wolf stared at him, letting out a low growl, as if it were readjusting to the air of the real world, or perhaps responding to him.

Just as Mo Fan was about to approach, the fur on both sides of the old wolf's back suddenly twitched.

next second.

boom!

Two streams of crimson-gold flames suddenly burst forth from both sides of its back without warning!

The flames didn't burn haphazardly, but rather spread rapidly to both sides along a remarkably clear outline, instantly forming a pair of enormous wings. Crimson-gold waves of fire surged and rolled, the heat slapping outwards, distorting even the air itself, and instantly turning the entire shady forest a fiery red.

Mo Fan paused, his eyes glazed over.

"Depend on?!"

The old wolf in this life is different from the one in the previous life.

The old wolf itself seemed to find it hard to believe, slightly lowering its forelimbs, and its fiery wings spread even wider. The heatwave spread in all directions, instantly scorching the edges of several low shrubs nearby, and even charring the fallen leaves on the ground.

At the same time, the little mudfish pendant on Mo Fan's chest was also faintly burning.

The heat immediately connected all the lines in his mind.

The faint crimson-gold fluctuation within the summoning stardust, the changes in the little mudfish, and the fact that this life is clearly deviating from the awakening trajectory of its previous life—

Mo Fan stared at the pair of fiery wings for a few seconds. Despite his shock, his eyes slowly began to light up.

"Well done, Old Wolf," he couldn't help but laugh and curse, "Let's do it again, and you'll cheat even faster than me?"

The old wolf glanced at him, as if trying to control this new power. The pair of fire wings trembled slightly, and the heat flowed out once more, causing the surrounding grass to bend low.

Mo Fan stared at the wings and unconsciously fell into deep thought.

"Could Old Wolf still have some abilities he hasn't revealed yet?"

Mo Fan thought about it for a moment, then decided not to delve any deeper. In any case, the presentation was indeed top-notch.

Normally, this seemingly ordinary ghost wolf beast would suddenly sprout a pair of fiery wings from its back when a real fight broke out.

This kind of hidden move, if used well, is a divine skill of cunning. Who would have thought that a wolf without wings could fly?

"Take it easy, don't burn the forest down."

Mo Fan spoke up.

As if understanding, the old wolf's crimson flames on its back flickered slightly and actually shrank back little by little. In a few breaths, the pair of huge fiery wings completely disappeared, leaving only a trace of lingering heat deep within its fur.

Mo Fan walked around it twice, becoming more and more satisfied with it.

"Pretend to be weak all the time, then bite when it matters?" He reached out and patted the old wolf's neck, chuckled, "Not bad, not bad, cunning enough, a good match for me."

The old wolf flicked its tail, raised its chin, and let out a low groan of approval.

Mo Fan's mood improved considerably, and he patted it: "Come on, let me show you around the territory first."

The man and the wolf walked out along the clearing in the forest.

The old wolf's imposing size made him appear quite intimidating as he walked under the trees, startling several birds that fluttered up to the branches. Mo Fan's earlier frustration had finally dissipated considerably.

Just as I reached the edge of the woods, a soft sound suddenly came from not far ahead.

It looked like someone had stepped on a dead branch.

Mo Fan looked up.

Beyond the woods was a relatively open slope, with low-lying grass, where a tall figure stood.

She was dressed simply and neatly, her long hair tied in a ponytail. Her stunningly beautiful face and captivatingly graceful figure made it seem as if she had been watching for a while, rather than just passing by.

When Mo Fan saw that face clearly, his eyebrows shot up sharply.

"Tsk, why is it her?!"