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

Chapter 44 The Incompetent Cheng Yue

The next second, the ground at the back of the workshop suddenly shook.

"boom!"

Gravel and sheet metal were hurled away, and the ground cracked open. A ball of golden flame suddenly shot out from the crack, hovering in mid-air, and the heat wave instantly spread out, distorting the surrounding air.

Lingling's expression changed first: "A fire-type spirit seed?"

Mo Fan's eyes lit up immediately.

"That bastard really struck gold."

The flame wasn't large, only about the size of a fist, but as soon as it appeared, the fire nebula inside Mo Fan's body trembled, reacting even more strongly than before.

Now there's no need to guess.

Cheng Yue was indeed guarding this place for this reason.

Cheng Yue, who was tied to the ground by cables, was awakened by the noise. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the ball of golden flames, and his face turned pale.

Overwhelmed by greed, Cheng Yue momentarily forgot that he was still bound.

He crawled towards the spirit seed like a maggot.

Mo Fan glanced down at him and immediately burst out laughing.

"It seems this spirit seed is mine."

Cheng Yue stared intently at the wisp of spirit seed, his eyes almost red, his voice filled with resentment: "No!! That's mine... I've been guarding it here for so long..."

"Save your energy for the trial." Mo Fan scoffed and ignored Cheng Yue, muttering to himself, "Wow, I'm going to be rich. This quality should sell for 20 million."

One sentence struck a nerve with Cheng Yue, and his face turned even uglier.

Lingling had already stepped aside, but her gaze remained fixed on the ball of fire. Her tone became more serious: "Be careful. The fire element is most unstable when the spirit seed is first formed. Don't act recklessly."

"Don't worry." Mo Fan flexed his wrists. "I know what I'm doing."

He said that and walked over there.

The spiritual seed hovered in the air, expanding and contracting as if it were breathing. It radiated a golden light, and just by looking at it, one could tell that its temperature was quite high.

More importantly, after it came out, it didn't run around randomly. Instead, it slightly veered off course and moved closer to Mo Fan.

Lingling saw it too, and paused for a moment: "It's getting closer to you?"

Mo Fan's lips twitched.

"They're quite sensible."

Just as he was about to ask Lingling to retrieve something that could hold the spirit seed, the spirit seed immediately trembled slightly and slowly circled around Mo Fan, as if confirming something.

The next second, the ball of spiritual flame suddenly shrank inward, the flames suddenly darkened, and then with a "whoosh," it crashed directly into Mo Fan!

Lingling's eyes narrowed: "Mo Fan!"

Mo Fan hadn't expected this at all.

The moment the flame struck his chest, it didn't explode; instead, it sank into his body.

A scorching heat surged into the spiritual world, heading straight for the fire nebula.

The moment the spirit seed entered the body, the fire nebula lit up instantly, and the forty-nine fire stars seemed to be ignited, their light becoming significantly stronger.

The spiritual seed transformed into a fire core, which fell directly into the center of the nebula, spreading rapidly with a scorching heat.

Moreover, the entire fusion process was ridiculously smooth, with almost no rejection.

The vortex-shaped fire nebula began to rotate slowly. The already powerful fire nebula seemed to have been given an extra boost, and its operation became even smoother than before.

Behind Mo Fan, Cheng Yue seemed to have gone mad at this moment, writhing his body wildly.

Mo Fan couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention at the moment.

A moment later, the restless fire quickly stabilized and completely merged into the fire nebula.

When Mo Fan opened his eyes, he wasn't too excited. Instead, he clutched his heart and murmured something.

"Damn it! My 20 million is gone just like that!?"

Lingling stared at him for two seconds, as if to confirm whether he had been burned senseless by the flames of the spirit seed, before finally speaking, "You weren't burned senseless, were you?"

Mo Fan gave an awkward laugh. "Never mind, never mind, it's not bad if it increases my strength."

"Shameless." Lingling rolled her eyes at him.

Mo Fan was in a good mood and didn't bother arguing with her. He looked down at his hands.

The fire nebula within his body was noticeably more active than before, and the flow of magical energy was smoother. Just by standing there, he could feel that his fire element was much stronger than before.

He casually raised his finger.

"Sizzle."

A wisp of flame immediately shot out from between his fingers.

The flames rose very quickly, much like before, but upon closer inspection, a very fine golden flame pattern was clearly added to the edge. It didn't look ostentatious, but it was quite eye-catching.

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow.

"This color is pretty flashy."

After saying that, he casually flicked his wrist, sending the fireball flying directly at a nearby abandoned steel pillar.

"Bang!"

Sparks exploded, and a large area of ​​the steel pillar instantly turned red-hot, with a clear black pit scorched in the middle and a trace of golden burn marks remaining at the edge, which slowly dissipated after two seconds.

Lingling glanced at it and immediately figured it out: "Both the temperature and the density have increased; it's not just that the firepower has increased."

Mo Fan nodded in satisfaction.

"That's more like it."

Thinking of this, Mo Fan's mood improved.

This trip was definitely worthwhile.

He flexed his wrists, feeling the fire nebula in his spiritual world that was noticeably more solid, and then casually kicked Cheng Yue on the ground.

"Alright, stop pretending. When the judges arrive, you'll still be fresh off the press."

Cheng Yue remained unchanged: "Mine...that's mine...that should have been mine..."

Mo Fan muttered, rubbing his forehead, "Looks like he's really gone mad. I wonder how much he can still sell it for."

The workshop quickly quieted down, with only the sound of wind blowing in through the opening, the rustling of the wind carrying away the previous tension.

Mo Fan stood at the edge of the crack and looked down.

"Why do I still feel like I'm losing out? I need to check if there are any more spirit seed fragments left."

"No way, not a single fragment? Now we can only hope the court will offer a good price."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Mo Fan took out his phone, found a familiar number, and dialed it.

The phone rang twice and was quickly answered.

"Hey?" A lazy female voice came from the other end of the phone, as if she had just woken up. "Calling so late, you'd better really have something important to say."

Mo Fan was immediately amused upon hearing this tone.

"Teacher Tang Yue, what are you saying? Do I look like the kind of person who would bother a teacher in the middle of the night for no reason?"

Tang Yue replied crisply, "You are..."

Lingling, who was standing next to him, heard the words "Teacher Tang Yue," looked up at Mo Fan, and didn't say anything.

Mo Fan coughed lightly and took two steps to the side.

"This time it's really important. I've caught a fire mage wanted by the Inquisition, named Cheng Yue. You should have a file on him, right?"

There was a half-second silence on the other end of the phone, and Tang Yue's tone became noticeably more serious.

"Cheng Yue?"

"Yes, that's the guy who does dirty work for the underground black market." Mo Fan glanced down at Cheng Yue, who was still acting crazy on the ground. "I've taken him down and tied him up pretty tightly, but his head looks like he's been through some kind of trauma."

Are you sure it's him?

"I'm sure," Mo Fan paused, then added, "I'll take a picture of you later, and you'll understand."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"I'll contact the people at the nearby court immediately to take over. Send me the location."

Mo Fan grinned. "I'll send you the location in a bit, but teacher, you need to tell them to hurry. It's so windy in this crappy place, I'm almost catching a cold."

Beep...beep...

It was obvious that Tang Yue had hung up immediately.

Mo Fan looked at the black screen and clicked his tongue: "Still such a bad temper."

The judges arrived quickly.

After verifying Cheng Yue's identity and asking a few simple questions about the situation, they took him away directly.

Lingling looked down at her tablet to fill in the notes and sorted out the closing information for this commission.

Mo Fan stood to the side, listlessly raising his hand, flicking his fingertips, and another small flame appeared.

The golden flame pattern still lingered around the edge of the dark red flame, looking much more stable than when it had just merged.

"Stop playing around." Lingling didn't even look up. "That's so childish."

"I'll just give it a try," Mo Fan said, flicking his finger.

The wisp of flame flew out of his hand and should have dissipated quickly.

But this time, it didn't.

The flame hovered in mid-air and swayed slightly.

Mo Fan's gaze sharpened slightly.

The next second, the flame that should have dispersed seemed to be held back by something, its edges slowly contracting inwards. Golden flame patterns circled the flame, like a living thing, and vanished in a flash.

The whole process was so short, it felt like an illusion.

But both Mo Fan and Lingling saw it.

"Were you still controlling it just now?"

Mo Fan looked at his fingers, paused for two seconds, and then tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"no."

A night breeze blew by, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the soft creaking of the metal sheets could be heard.

Lingling didn't say anything more.

Mo Fan didn't move either, but looked down at his fingertips, his eyes showing a hint of seriousness for the first time.

This spiritual seed is probably not as simple as we imagine.