Full-Time Mage: Reincarnated Azure Dragon, Regaining Totem Glory

Mo Fan had no idea that this seemingly dilapidated and inconspicuous hunting lodge actually housed two top experts.

A little girl who is a master hunter.

One is a seemingly ordinary old man, but in reality, he is a terrifying existence who is a forbidden spellcaster.

If Lin Hao hadn't been constantly reminding him to stay calm, Mo Fan probably would have lost his composure and become uncontrollable on the spot.

This is what a big city is like...

Any hunting lodge you choose is full of hidden talents.

He was also a little uneasy, wondering if the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds would be willing to accept him.

"Brother Hao, will this hunting agency think I'm too weak?" Mo Fan asked cautiously in his mind.

"You're not bad either. At seventeen, you're almost at the threshold of becoming a mid-level mage."

"Plus, with your thick skin and daring personality, this hunting lodge will definitely take you in."

"To put it bluntly, what the hunting lodge needs most is someone like you who isn't afraid to die."

Lin Hao's words eased Mo Fan's anxiety somewhat.

He always felt that as long as Lin Hao was there, he wouldn't die even if he encountered real danger.

Even if you're unlucky, you can't run into a monarch-level demon every day, right?

"Seventeen years old, a high-ranking hunter?"

"Just one step away from the intermediate level?"

Song Qiming and Leng Lingling exchanged a glance, both showing some surprise, and their gazes toward Mo Fan became much more serious.

"So-so," Mo Fan said, his hands in his pockets, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Bo City... isn't exactly a big city. You've become a high-level hunter in a place like this, and now you're actively coming to the hunting camp to work hard."

Lingling, acting like a little adult, spoke with an air of maturity, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes, "I can tell you're not from a noble family, but this level of cultivation is quite remarkable."

She herself was able to become a Hunter Master at such a young age.

It's because his father was the King of Hunters.

Having hunted demons with his father since childhood, he has no shortage of experience and hunter points.

But Mo Fan is different; he has a down-to-earth quality that can't be faked.

This means that for him to reach the level of a high-level hunter at this age, he must have had the blood of many demons on his hands.

Lingling was really curious about how this kid managed to do it.

Song Qiming lit his pipe, took a deep drag, closed his eyes, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring:

"It's good that young people are energetic, just like I was back then. But once you lose your life, you'll never have the chance to enjoy your youth again."

"Danger is where the money is," Mo Fan said bluntly.

If hunting demons wasn't dangerous, demon hunters wouldn't be so scarce.

"In that case, you can stay. It doesn't matter if your cultivation level is low; you can practice slowly," Song Qiming said.

"Yes." Mo Fan smiled immediately.

The old man in front of me.

No, I should say the director, but he's a genuine forbidden spell master.

Working in his hunting lodge provides an immediate sense of security.

Putting aside demon hunting, if someone really comes looking for trouble, the director can unleash a forbidden light spell, Heavenly Sorrowful Rainbow, and the trouble won't even leave a trace.

"By the way, my surname is Song, you can just call me Old Man Bao. This is my granddaughter, Leng Lingling," Song Qiming said.

Mo Fan nodded, then felt something was off.

How come one of them has the surname Song and the other has the surname Leng?

"Brother Hao, you've lived for thousands of years, and it was you who sent me here."

"Why don't these two, grandfather and grandson, have the same surname?" he wondered to himself.

"Leng Lingling's father is Leng Lie Wang, who is a demon hunter trained by Song Qiming."

"To put it bluntly, Lingling and Song Qiming are not related by blood," Lin Hao explained patiently.

At the same time, Lin Hao also discovered that at this point in time, Cold Hunter King had most likely already been killed by Red Demon.

Otherwise, Lingling wouldn't have stayed at the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds; she would have been hunting demons with her father long ago.

"If this little girl were to participate in a writing competition, just writing a title like 'My Father is the Cold Hunter King, My Grandfather is the Forbidden Spell Mage,' she'd easily win first place in Shanghai's elementary school writing competition," Mo Fan couldn't help but tease.

"You probably don't have a place to stay yet, so why don't you move to the hunting lodge? We won't charge you rent," Song Qiming said to Mo Fan.

"Alright, Old Man Bao. So now I'm considered one of the hunters?" Mo Fan's eyes lit up.

"You're just an apprentice now, doing odd jobs," Lingling replied calmly. "You'll only be considered officially employed after you complete a task."

"...Fine." Mo Fan shrugged, a little helpless.

This Qingtian Hunting Agency has a single commission worth 300,000, but where are they going to find so many orders to take on?

Given the deserted state of the place, and the already dire economic climate, getting any commissions will be even more difficult.

Lingling immediately saw through the emotion on his face and said irritably, "Your face practically screams 'I have no requests, I'm so bored.'"

"Our hunting lodge is quiet, but it's a perennial favorite in this industry, with a 100% completion rate for our commissions."

"It's impressive, but without a commission, it's all for nothing. I might as well go out and find one myself," Mo Fan said. "With my abilities, taking on a couple of commissions is a piece of cake."

Since he's idle anyway, he might as well take the initiative.

It was nearly evening, and as Lin Hao had said, nighttime was the peak time for vampire activity.

Lin Hao's extraordinary perception can accurately lock onto any living being, including vampires.

"Go ahead." Lingling raised an eyebrow. "If you can find a million-dollar commission on your first day, when you're completely unfamiliar with the place, I, Leng Lingling, will take your surname."

She didn't believe Mo Fan had that ability at all, and wanted to take the opportunity to deflate his arrogance.

Although Shanghai is an international metropolis, it is teeming with demons and members of the Black Church. Mo Fan's arrogant nature makes him prone to getting into trouble.

Keeping a low profile is the safest way to live.

This incident involving Lingling's father taught her that no matter one's level of cultivation, one should never be arrogant.

"That won't do, just wash my feet." Mo Fan quickly waved his hand.

Lingling's father is the King of Hunters. He didn't even dare to think about the consequences of letting the King of Hunters' daughter take his surname.

"Okay, it's settled then." Lingling readily agreed.

"Want to pinky swear?" Mo Fan teased her.

Do you think I'm a three-year-old?!

……

After nightfall, Mo Fan wandered through the bars and KTVs in the streets and alleys.

In just a few hours, he visited ninety-one places where vampires might be hiding.

Many female customers, attracted by his handsome appearance, frequently struck up conversations with him. To make it easier for Lin Hao to perceive him, Mo Fan kept pouring him one glass of wine after another.

When Mo Fan walked out of the ninety-first bar, he was already somewhat drunk and unsteady on his feet.

"Hao, Brother Hao... are there really vampires?"

He could barely keep his eyelids open, and he drank so much that he began to question the meaning of life.

"Of course there are." Lin Hao's voice was very confident. "Vampires hide in the city. They are also called blood clans and live by drinking human blood."

"I have lived for thousands of years, and I assure you of the reputation of my totem."

"Most importantly, their blood fangs are worth millions. Just hold on a little longer."

Lin Hao told Mo Fan everything he knew in detail.

Vampires certainly exist, but they are extremely rare.

In the original story, the vampire Nie Dong works at the Northern Club.

But Mo Fan had already been there; it was completely empty, not even a single vampire was there.

The timing is probably wrong.

"I have no choice but to hold on, otherwise how can I save face in front of that little girl Lingling?" Mo Fan gritted his teeth.

"Who told you to make that bet? Be more low-key in the future. I'm not invincible," Lin Hao said helplessly.

……

Mo Fan gritted his teeth and went to more than a dozen bars, his stomach churning and his whole body feeling like it was about to fall apart.

He leaned against the alley wall, rubbing his throbbing temples, somewhat annoyed: "Brother Hao, are you playing a trick on me?"

"We've been to over a hundred places, and we haven't seen a single vampire, let alone a demon."

"What's the rush?" Lin Hao's voice remained calm. "If vampires were everywhere, what would become of us?"

He paused, then his tone suddenly hardened:

"No, walk a few more steps forward, that bar up ahead has a strange vibe."

"I smell... the eerie, distinctive scent of vampire blood."

The blood of vampires is completely different from that of humans, carrying an eerie, demonic aura.

After all, vampires have a deep connection with evil gods.

By the time Mo Fan reached the bar entrance, Lin Hao was completely certain.

There really is a vampire hiding inside.

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