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

"Teacher, I want to take the exam for release."

Mo Fan immediately started on the next task.

The examiner set up the wooden board and nodded.

Mo Fan stood calmly in front of the wooden board, and the stars quickly connected to form a star trail.

His movements were extremely skillful, and he completed the task in just two and a half seconds.

Like a seasoned hunter.

In comparison, Mu Bai's seven seconds seemed much slower.

Release rate is crucial.

A slave-level one-eyed demon wolf can sprint 100 meters on flat ground in just six seconds. If a mage is too slow in casting spells, he will only perish under the demon's claws.

Mo Fan's release speed of two and a half seconds is truly outstanding.

Go!

Mo Fan precisely released the condensed flames.

The wooden board was struck by the fire and instantly scorched into charcoal.

"Release, S."

The two examiners nodded in satisfaction.

Tang Yue, sitting in the audience, looked pleased.

She could tell that Mo Fan was still hiding his true strength.

Mu Ningxue's gaze also fell on Mo Fan, lingering for a long time, lost in thought.

Mu Bai witnessed this scene, and his face turned even paler.

"Fan Ge is awesome! Number one in the whole school! Number one in the whole school!" Zhang Xiaohou cheered immediately.

Mo Fan smiled at Zhang Xiaohou.

Even if Brother Hao doesn't allow him to use his full strength, he still easily takes first place in this childish annual assessment.

"Brother Hao, I did a good job, right?"

Mo Fan caught a glimpse of Mu Ningxue's gaze and felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

Of course, he wanted Lin Hao's approval even more.

If it weren't for Lin Hao, he would probably still be just a beginner-level mage, lacking rich theoretical knowledge, let alone strong practical experience and cultivation.

"So-so, we still need to keep working hard," Lin Hao said.

Once Mo Fan breaks through to the intermediate level, Lin Hao's strength will also experience a qualitative leap.

What Winged Wolf? When the time comes, Lin Hao will slap it across the face and send it packing out of Bo City.

Mo Fan won first place in the whole school, and the students immediately went wild.

"Mo Fan got two S's! Mu Bai got an S, but he was released! The school hasn't had an S in years!"

"Didn't everyone say Mo Fan was at the bottom of his class? When did he become so strong?"

"Did he take drugs? Mo Fan is so strong, I'll have to latch onto his coattails from now on."

Exclamations of amazement rose and fell.

Mu Bai's face was a mixture of pale and flushed, and his clenched fists trembled slightly.

His elaborate scheme not only failed to harm Mo Fan, but instead allowed him to steal the limelight in front of Mu Ningxue. The slap in the face was resounding.

Zhao Kunsan's eyes widened, and his mouth opened so wide it could fit an egg.

Zhang Xiaohou was the first to jump up, raising his arms and shouting, "Brother Fan is awesome!"

Principal Zhu nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Mo Fan for a few more seconds.

This usually unremarkable student gave him a pleasant surprise today.

Mu Zhuoyun stared blankly at Mo Fan, then turned to Mu He and whispered, "Is this the good-for-nothing you were talking about?"

Mu He's forehead was beaded with sweat, and he quickly explained, "Brother, this kid did indeed..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Zhuoyun raised his hand to interrupt him.

Mo Fan walked off the stage with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his lips. As he passed Mu Bai, he paused and turned his head: "Mu Bai, your Ice Vine... it's quite refreshing."

Mu Bai's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

"you--"

"What, you're not convinced?" Mo Fan raised an eyebrow. "If you're not convinced, then go practice. Don't resort to those underhanded tricks behind my back."

"Mo Fan, come here." Mu Zhuoyun beckoned to him.

"Brother Hao, are you going?"

Mo Fan looked down and asked Lin Hao.

"Of course I'll go. Mu Zhuoyun wants to win you over; just mock him mercilessly."

"I told you about the Earthly Sacred Spring in Bo City before... The annual cultivation quota is determined among the scions of aristocratic families and students from schools."

"You're definitely a student at the school, Mo Fan. As a scion of a prominent family, you naturally come from the Mu family. Now you know exactly who you need to deal with."

Lin Hao said without hesitation.

Mo Fan made a three-year agreement with Mu Zhuoyun, while his duel with Yu Ang was about the cultivation quota of the sacred spring in Bo City.

Lin Hao was determined to win.

"I understand, Brother Hao." Mo Fan nodded and walked towards Mu Zhuoyun and the others.

As Mo Fan approached, Mu Zhuoyun leisurely took out a fire-attribute bracelet from his pocket.

The bracelet radiated a soft, fiery glow, with faint waves of heat rising from it; it was clearly no ordinary piece, worth at least several million.

"Mo Fan, your performance has truly impressed me." Mu Zhuoyun wore a faint smile, his eyes revealing the superiority of someone in a position of power.

"Our Mu family has stockpiled a batch of precious fire-type resources, which I can generously give to you."

"I hope these resources will make your cultivation journey smooth. From today onwards, you are considered members of the Mu family, so you must work hard in the future."

Mu Zhuoyun's expression was as if he were bestowing an immense favor upon Mo Fan.

But according to Lin Hao, Mo Fan would never agree to that.

He didn't even care about the trial, so what did this little branch of the Mu family matter?

"Brother, Mu Bai's performance was also quite remarkable!" Mu He spoke up at the right time, trying to get some benefits for Mu Bai.

"Oh? Then let him work hard." Mu Zhuoyun said casually.

Mu Bai's lips twitched, and his expectant expression instantly turned gloomy.

"Mo Fan, why don't you quickly thank Honorary Principal Mu Zhuoyun? With his careful guidance, you're sure to rise to great heights and have a bright future." Xue Musheng quickly chimed in, his face beaming.

"Hahahaha..." Mu Zhuoyun laughed loudly, his laughter full of smugness, as if he was certain that Mo Fan would gladly accept his "generous gift".

"Hey Mu Zhuoyun, you old devil, have you lost your mind?"

Mo Fan spoke without any politeness, his voice like a heavy hammer, instantly shattering the seemingly harmonious atmosphere.

Xue Musheng's face turned deathly pale, and he stood frozen in shock.

"What did you say?" Mu Zhuoyun's face suddenly turned ashen, his tone filled with anger and authority. He stared intently at Mo Fan, his eyes seeming to spit fire, as if giving him a chance to reorganize his words.

"Are you out of your mind? Do you think I'm a dog kept by the Mu family?"

Mo Fan met Mu Zhuoyun's gaze without flinching, his eyes filled with disdain and anger.

"Your Mu family treated me and my father like servants, summoning us at will and dismissing us at will. I remember clearly how you treated my father and me back then. I never asked for anything from your Mu family, much less intended to be your slave. Do you think I'm that kind of person, Mu Bai?"

Mo Fan's voice was powerful and clear, each word like a sharp arrow piercing Mu Zhuoyun.

"You...you!"

Mu Zhuoyun was so angry that he trembled all over, and a chill emanated from his body. The surrounding air seemed to turn cold because of his anger, as if he was about to make a move at any moment.

"Brother Hao, this old dog Mu Zhuoyun won't make a move, will he? You have to cover for me."

Mu Zhuoyun is a mid-level mage, and Mo Fan is genuinely a little worried.

The next second, a reassuring voice echoed in Mo Fan's mind:

"Don't worry, Mo Fan. Magicians are only allowed to duel when they turn eighteen. Besides, even if Mu Zhuoyun and that high-level Mu He joined forces, they still couldn't beat me."

As a sacred totem Azure Dragon, even with his incomplete body at the mid-level warrior level, Lin Hao could easily deal with high-level mages.

"What? Mu He is a high-level mage..."

Mo Fan almost went weak in the knees when he heard Lin Hao's words.

Mu Zhuoyun is the head of the Mu family, yet Mu He has kept his abilities hidden.

Just how many masters are hidden in Bo City?

However, since Brother Hao said he could handle it, Mo Fan wasn't too panicked.

Even a high-level mage standing in front of you exudes a chilling aura.

That's nothing more than a little bit of hardship.

"Zhuo Yun, don't get angry. This is a school. Try to control your emotions." Principal Zhu quickly spoke up to dissuade him, then looked at Mo Fan, trying to ease the atmosphere, "Mo Fan, you've gone too far. You don't know how to respect your elders and leaders. Quickly apologize to Mu Zhuo Yun."

"So, disrespecting and insulting others requires an apology?"

Mo Fan exuded a fierce aura, his tone filled with resentment, showing no mercy to Mu Zhuoyun.

"Who do you and your father think you are, to deserve my apology, Mu Zhuoyun?" Mu Zhuoyun was completely enraged, his tone filled with fury and disdain.

"Tch, who do you think you are? Besides relying on your age and family background to intimidate me, what other skills do you have? If you were my age, I would have beaten you to a pulp long ago."

Mo Fan became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice grew louder and louder.

"You think you're so great just because you got first place in the whole school? You think you can become a powerful magician?" Mu Zhuoyun clicked his tongue angrily.

"Brother, this kid is clearly trying to provoke you, hoping to make you hesitate to bully others in front of so many people. Don't waste your breath on him; he insulted the honorary principal, just expel him."

Mu He stepped forward and added fuel to the fire, clearly wanting to take the opportunity to expel Mo Fan from the school.

"It was just a few words, how did it escalate to expulsion? No one is allowed to expel my students without my permission!"

Principal Zhu glanced at Mu He with a firm look in his eyes, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

As the top student in the entire school, Mo Fan is exceptionally talented and a rare talent with great potential, so Principal Zhu naturally wants to do his best to protect him.

"Hmph! Since he won't let this matter rest, then I'll fight in Master Mu's place. I'll beat him until he's completely convinced and kneels down to apologize to Master Mu!"

Mu Bai snorted coldly and stepped forward.

He wanted to show off in front of Mu Zhuoyun, and also wanted to take the opportunity to teach Mo Fan, this arrogant guy, a lesson.

"Yu'ang is my adopted son, and he's about your age, so let him fight in my place. That way, you can't say I'm bullying a younger person, can you?"

Mu Zhuoyun spoke in a deep voice, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

Mu He smiled too.

His goal has been achieved.

If Yu Ang beats Mo Fan, wouldn't that be a complete humiliation?

The sacred spring is already within our grasp.

"Mo Fan, you should apologize to Mu Zhuoyun."

Principal Zhu tried to persuade him again, his eyes filled with helplessness.

When school children compete against children from privileged families, the resources are completely unequal. Isn't that just using them as punching bags?

Mo Fan was young and impetuous, and too impulsive.