Full-Time Magister: My Little Furnace Refines All Things

Xuefeng Mountain Station, Zhan Kong's Office.

"Good lad, you've already reached the second level of the initial stage at the age of seventeen."

Zhan Kong sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking pleased: "I didn't embarrass your father, Zhang Zhengguo."

"???"

"What did you say, uncle?" Zhang Mo asked, looking puzzled.

"I said you didn't disgrace your father Zhang Zhengguo." Thinking that Zhang Mo hadn't heard him clearly, Zhan Kong repeated himself.

"No... I meant the previous sentence," Zhang Mo corrected.

"Huh? I mean you reached the second level of the initial stage at the age of seventeen."

"Who said that?"

"My fire element is already level three, okay!"

Zhang Mo picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and said slowly.

"Oh, you're already at level three." Zhan Kong repeated unconsciously, still not quite understanding.

The next second, he sat bolt upright, his eyes wide:

"Wait a minute—Level 3? You're already Level 3?!"

Zhan Kong frowned, released his mental energy, and began to sense Zhang Mo's cultivation level.

"What's going on? Why can't I sense your presence?" Zhan Kong asked in confusion. Logically speaking, unless Zhang Mo had some kind of magical artifact that could shield his senses, it would be impossible for Zhang Mo, with his initial stage of cultivation, to escape his perception.

Hearing Zhan Kong's question, Zhang Mo smiled inwardly.

Although he didn't have any magical artifacts that could shield his senses, his small furnace could refine all things!

The aura of a mage is essentially a magical substance.

Refining one's own aura in a small furnace—wouldn't that be incredibly easy?

"Uncle Zhan Kong, let's not talk about this for now."

"Let me show you the gift I brought you," Zhang Mo said.

He bent down, took out a small wooden box containing Qi and Blood Pills from his schoolbag at his feet, and handed it to Zhan Kong.

Zhan Kong curiously took it and casually opened the box.

The moment the lid was lifted, a wonderful fragrance wafted out.

Zhan Kong felt a surge of energy and blood, and every cell in his body felt an intense longing for the little red pill!

Without hesitation, he gently picked up a Qi and Blood Pill and put it in his mouth.

The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and a gentle yet lingering flow of vital energy slowly coursed through his body. Zhan Kong felt a sudden lightness in his body and involuntarily closed his eyes. Since his strongest curse-type technique was crippled, his body hadn't felt this comfortable in a long time!

"My hidden injury? It has actually been slightly repaired!" Zhan Kong was greatly surprised. He knew that the Zu family and his teacher had used a lot of resources but to no avail. Now, however, this little pill had repaired it a little.

Zhan Kong looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar boy in front of him with a complicated expression. Ever since Zhang Mo awakened his magic, Zhan Kong found that he could understand him less and less.

"Where did this pill come from?" Seeing Zhan Kong's eyes suddenly narrow, he clearly did not believe that the boy he had watched grow up could have such an ability.

Zhang Mo's heart skipped a beat. "OK! Let's begin the 'whitewashing'."

"Uncle Zhan Kong, I refined these pills myself!" Zhang Mo said helplessly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Huh? You, a high school student, can refine pills? Do you think I'm an idiot?!" Zhan Kong's eyes widened as he stared intently at Zhang Mo. "You better explain yourself clearly."

Zhan Kong looked nervous, fearing that Zhang Mo had joined a cult like the Black Vatican. He would truly be letting down Zheng Guo, who had sacrificed himself, for not taking good care of his only child!

"Alright, uncle, I'm just teasing you now, hehe."

"I'm coming clean, I'm a genius!"

Upon hearing Zhang Mo's nonsensical words, Zhan Kong's blood pressure soared, and veins bulged on his forehead.

Just as Zhan Kong was about to rebuke him, a domineering flame suddenly rose before his eyes. He seemed to sense a domineering will within the flame that could refine everything!

"This is... the fire of the spirit seed!" Zhan Kong's pupils shrank, and the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.

"Uncle Zhan Kong, I told you I'm a genius! I read in a book that my talent is called a natural spiritual seed! Hehe, how about that, am I awesome or not!" Zhang Mo said with a smug smile.

"Furthermore, the special effect of my spirit seed flame is refining."

"This Qi and Blood Pill is what I refined by refining the corpses of demons," Zhang Mo continued.

"As for where the demon corpses came from? That's a long story." Zhang Mo's expression turned serious as he spoke earnestly.

Zhan Kong also realized something was wrong. He heard from Zhang Mo that there was something fishy about the appearance of the demon corpse, and it was most likely not purchased from the Hunter Alliance or other places.

Before Zhan Kong could ask any more questions, Zhang Mo continued:

"I discovered a small demonic passage in an abandoned construction site!"

"The demon corpses I used to refine the Qi and Blood Pills were obtained by killing slave-level demons in this passage."

After hearing Zhang Mo's words, Zhan Kong's heart sank. There was actually a demon passage leading to the wilderness inside Bo City. This passage could not possibly have been dug by demons by chance.

Because demons simply lack this kind of organization and planning! Such large-scale projects over extremely long distances must be guided by someone behind the scenes.

If anyone in China would commit such a heinous act, there is only one answer—the Black Vatican!

Zhan Kong felt a chill in his heart. If Zhang Mo hadn't discovered the demon passage this time, he would have remained in the dark about the Black Church until the tragedy occurred!

It's worth noting that although Bo City isn't large, it still has a population of nearly one million.

If the demons mobilized by the Black Vatican launch a simultaneous attack from inside and outside Bo City through the demon channel, causing Bo City to fall and millions of people to suffer, then he, the Bo City Military Commander, will be condemned to death!

Thinking of this, Zhan Kong broke out in a cold sweat.

"Let's go, Xiao Mo, let's go to that demon passage you mentioned right now!" Zhan Kong said to Zhang Mo in a somewhat urgent manner.

"Uncle Zhan Kong, I understand that Bo City is currently shrouded in the Black Vatican's huge conspiracy, but at this time, we can't rush things."

"Now the Black Vatican is in the shadows, while we are in the light. The Black Vatican has made such a big plan in Bo City. As the military intelligence officer of Bo City, they will definitely place an undercover agent by your side to monitor your every move."

"Any unusual behavior of yours will alert the Black Vatican."

"Even the slightest disturbance could cause irreversible damage!"

"Therefore, we need to plan this carefully," Zhang Mo calmly analyzed.

Hearing Zhang Mo's detailed analysis, Zhan Kong calmed down and looked at Zhang Mo with deep satisfaction and approval in his eyes, saying:

"Good lad, you're thinking further ahead than I am!"

"So what should we do now?"

At this moment, Zhan Kong no longer regarded Zhang Mo as a child who needed care, but as a trustworthy comrade-in-arms to whom he could entrust his back.

Zhang Mo had already prepared a story and said, "It's very simple, Uncle Zhan Kong. We'll divide the work. You'll secretly investigate the spies in the military, and I'll find out most of the other demon channels."

"Once the Black Vatican launches its rebellion, you can send men to destroy both of them with overwhelming force. Then you can simply focus on dealing with the invading demons outside the city."

"Only in this way can we minimize casualties."

Zhan Kong pondered for a moment, then said, "Alright, we'll do as you say." He couldn't think of a better solution either.

A knocking sound came from outside the door.

"Boss, it's almost time to announce the rules for the wilderness training," a military mage said from outside the door.

"Okay, gather the students together first, I'll be there right away," Zhan Kong instructed.

"Yes."

"By the way, Xiao Mo, your Fire Blast is already at the initial level three, and you've already hunted demons on your own before, so this training is meaningless for you."

"Do you still want to participate?"

Zhang Mo shook his head: "Uncle Zhan Kong, I need some flesh and blood from general-level demons to improve my physical strength. You should have some here, right?"

"Of course, just go to my training room, and someone will bring it to you later."

"I'll go arrange some training for those little brats first."

"OK."