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

Chapter 61 Chao He

Mo Fan did not choose to follow closely in the town because he knew where the final destination was.

"Boss, a bubble tea, with ice!"

Awesome! This is the kind of hot summer day that deserves lots of ice.

After crossing a barren field, as we got closer to the mountains and the upper reaches of the stream, the water became increasingly dry, and the surrounding plants withered in large patches.

Mo Fan quickly teleported to the source of the stream. The source was a small, enclosed reservoir, which had long since turned into a dry mud pit.

Chao He was not found in the middle of the small reservoir.

Seeing this, Mo Fan did not continue forward, but instead found a suitable hiding place and blended himself into the shadows.

Wait and see.

Not long after, the sound of deliberately lowered footsteps came from afar.

The man in the lead was burly and had a cowboy hairstyle.

The people behind him didn't relax either; they kept their steps steady, glancing around as they walked, their hands never leaving their magical tools and stars.

Starting position on the track.

Mo Fan lay on the high ground and squinted for a moment.

The Hunter Alliance has arrived.

The group stopped at the edge of the dried-up mud pit.

Pan Xiong, who was in the lead, squatted down, grabbed a handful of dry, cracked soil and rubbed it, then looked up at the area in the center of the reservoir that was distorted by the heat.

"Old Pan, does this godforsaken place really have any goods?" a scarred-face man behind him asked in a low voice.

Pan Xiong wiped his sweat and grinned, "It's pretty close."

"The stream has dried up completely, and the vegetation is so withered. If it wasn't caused by a fire-type spirit, what else could it be?"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the people behind him lit up.

"If it really is a spirit seed, this vote will be worth it."

"We all know you're a fire mage. Don't try to refine this fire-elemental spirit seed yourself; we can't afford it. It's best to sell it and split the profits!"

"Then everyone must get a share," Pan Xiong said.

Mo Fan didn't move, he just continued watching.

A short while later, more people came from the other side of the slope.

The four people were neatly dressed and their breathing was very steady. Unlike the wild, bloodthirsty hunters of the Hunter Alliance, they were clearly from aristocratic families.

As soon as the young man in the lead appeared, his gaze fell directly on the center of the mud pit, and his breathing became heavier.

"It's here after all."

The atmosphere immediately turned sour when the two groups met.

Pan Xiong straightened up, his face somewhat grim: "The Dongfang Family?"

The young man in the lead glanced at him, his tone indifferent, yet exuding a natural air of superiority.

"Pan Xiong, if you don't want to beg in Hangzhou from now on, then obediently take your people and get out of here. There's no rule that the fire-type spirit seed our Dongfang family has its eye on shouldn't be shared with others!"

Pan Xiong smirked, "Then we'll just have to fight!"

No one was talking nonsense anymore.

Nobody's a fool. If you bump into someone like this in a place, aren't you all after the same thing?

The Hunter Alliance was the first to lose their composure.

A hunter darted forward, his feet flashing through the air, trying to gain an early advantage. The Eastern Family reacted swiftly; one of them unleashed a fiery blast, the flames skimming the ground before exploding in front of the hunter.

"Let's do it!"

No one knows who shouted first, but the next second, the entire warehouse was in complete chaos.

Flames leaped wildly, ice vines sprang up, rock barriers rose from the ground, and wind trails crisscrossed the muddy surface. Various spells exploded in the already scorching bottom of the reservoir, and the scene instantly spiraled out of control.

The two fought back and forth for nearly ten minutes.

Mo Fan remained lying on the high place, still not moving.

The Hunter Alliance members usually make a living by risking their lives, but when they actually fight, they are incredibly coordinated, far surpassing the pampered scions of noble families.

Someone from the Hunter Alliance threw out a rock barrier, forcefully cutting off the spellcasting path of the two members of the Eastern Family. Immediately afterwards, two teammates surrounded them from the left and right, forcing one of them to retreat several steps, almost breaking his star trail.

In the end, the Hunter Alliance actually came out on top.

Once Pan Xiong got into a rhythm, he opened his mouth and cursed, "What kind of aristocratic family? I think they're nothing special!"

But this advantage didn't last long.

The Eastern Family is, after all, the Eastern Family.

The young man at the head of the group frowned, raised his hand and flipped it, unleashing a demon-slaying tool that shattered the scarred man's rock barrier defense, sending the hunter mage team flying far away.

Once someone was breached, the hunter mages, who already needed to cooperate as a team, were defeated one by one by the four mid-level mages.

The gap between the two sides became immediately apparent.

The Hunter Alliance relies on experience, teamwork, and ruthlessness, while the Eastern Family relies on a more solid foundation and greater wealth.

Once the Hunters Alliance can no longer overwhelm the opponent with their rhythm, it will be difficult for them to gain an advantage.

"I'm giving your Hunter Alliance some face today. If you don't get out of here, I'll burn you all to ashes. I'm sure the Inquisition won't be able to find a single piece of evidence!" the man in the Tang suit roared, a ball of blazing golden light condensing in his palm!

Pan Xiong and the others, despite feeling immense resentment, were powerless to resist any longer.

It wasn't that they were less skilled; it was just that these aristocratic families were equipped with magical artifacts. They had finally managed to suppress their opponents in terms of experience and casting techniques, but their attacks were easily neutralized by a single magical artifact!

"Old Pan, should we retreat or not?" someone asked urgently from the side.

Pan Xiong gritted his teeth and finally uttered a single word.

"withdraw!"

He wanted the treasure, but he also knew when to back down.

At a command, the hunters quickly retreated, taking advantage of the terrain and wind tracks, without any hesitation.

The people from the Dongfang family chased after them for a few steps, but seeing how decisively they retreated, they didn't pursue them any further.

After all, the most important thing right now is the spirit seed.

With no competitors around, the members of the Dongfang family all looked much more relaxed.

"Finally, some peace and quiet."

"The fire element is becoming increasingly concentrated; the spirit seed will be fully mature in a little while."

"Once I refine this spirit seed, my cousin will definitely fawn over me on the spot. I'm already quite annoyed by her usual indifferent attitude."

The group slowly approached the small reservoir, keeping watch on all sides, their eyes already brimming with barely suppressed joy.

Mo Fan watched this scene but still did not make a move.

He is waiting.

Just as the young man from the Dongfang family was about to refine the spirit seed, a sinister laugh suddenly came from behind the embankment.

"Thank you all for your hard work."

A figure had appeared high up on the dam, seemingly out of nowhere.

He was dressed in black, wearing a baseball cap, his face was pale, and a smile that made people feel very uncomfortable was playing on his lips.

It was Chao He.

Tang Yue's eyes instantly turned cold, and her breathing became heavier.

The person she had been following for so many days finally came out.

Those below clearly didn't recognize Chao He, but none of them dared to underestimate this suddenly appearing guy.

A member of the Dongfang family shouted sternly, "Who are you?!"

Chao He stood on the high ground, looking down at the chaotic crowd below, as if watching a group of prey that had run into a net.

Who I am is not important.

"The important thing is that the Spirit Seed is mine now, so you can all stay here."

A dark, murky object slowly descended from above, like a black, sticky spider web that had been laid out on it beforehand, or like the sticky claws of some creature slapping down!

Black claws, black spider webs—looking up, one can vaguely see the eerie shadow of a terrifying, evil spider above this black trap, its eyes gleaming with a greedy light that is captivating!

From the already crisscrossing cracks, large clumps of black energy suddenly shot out, spreading wildly along the fissures and instantly weaving into a giant spider web covering most of the reservoir area. The black energy condensed into threads, bursting upwards from the ground like venomous spider threads that came to life, directly entangling everyone present.

"It's a curse! Run!"