Full-Time Magister: My Little Furnace Refines All Things

one year later.

In a detached villa in the center of Mingzhu City, Zhang Mo had just finished his training for the day and successfully broke through to the intermediate level one of the Summoning system.

"Xiao Lu showed me my data panel."

【Ding】

Host: Zhang Mo.

Age: 19.

Magic: Fire (intermediate level 4, 88%), Space (intermediate level 3, 77%), Mind (beginner level 3, 90%), Summoning (intermediate level 1, 1%).

Physical Strength: Grand Commander.

Spiritual power: Perfect in all four realms.

Magical items: Magical Battle Armor (Commander-level), Heaven-Refining Flame (Half-step Soul Seed), Winged Azure Wolf Soul, Warrior-level Essence *30...

"The summoning skill has finally reached the intermediate level."

"With my nebula-level summoning magic reserves and perfected fourth-realm spiritual power, I can easily contract a powerful summoned beast in the summoning plane." Zhang Mo's face lit up with joy as he saw the improvement in his various stats.

After adjusting his own condition, Zhang Mo began his first dimensional summoning.

Zhang Mo was already very familiar with connecting star trails.

In the spiritual world, within the moon-white summoning nebula, the seven stars of the summoning system were drawn out by Zhang Mo and instantly connected to form a star track.

"Dimensional Summoning".

With a thought, Zhang Mo felt his consciousness being constantly drawn by a mysterious force, and soon he left the original magical plane.

Summoning plane, within a vast group of primordial volcanoes.

"What the hell? Where did this happen to me?" Zhang Mo stood on an exposed rock, looking at the sky obscured by a huge amount of volcanic ash, completely bewildered.

"Psychic Control - Virtual Claw"

Zhang Mo used the Virtual Claw on the rock beneath his feet. The powerful spatial force acted directly on the stone, carrying Zhang Mo upwards.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, Zhang Mo looked into the distance and still couldn't see the boundary of the volcanic cluster. This was terrifying; it couldn't be called a volcanic cluster anymore, but rather a huge "volcanic kingdom"!

"Roar—!" A beastly roar, first like a thunderclap and then like the long tolling of an ancient bell, rang out from behind Zhang Mo.

"That's a dragon's roar!" Zhang Mo was startled by the majestic and ancient voice and broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked back and saw a huge crimson dragon hovering above a volcano. The impact of the dragon's roar tore through the thick dust cloud, revealing a huge vacuum zone.

"Emperor-level!"

"This is a true dragon of imperial rank!"

The fire dragon noticed Zhang Mo, the outsider, and its crimson-gold vertical eyes were scrutinizing him.

A powerful pressure emanated from the dragon's gaze and directed towards Zhang Mo.

"Not good." Faced with this terrifying pressure, Zhang Mo felt as if his soul was about to be frozen.

Just when things were at their most critical moment.

The small furnace in the spiritual world began to shine brightly, and the essence stored inside the furnace began to burn wildly. The colorless energy produced was absorbed by the small furnace, and the aura of the small furnace began to soar wildly, instantly helping Zhang Mo withstand the pressure.

The sudden move by Xiao Lu surprised the emperor-level true dragon.

It spoke in human language: "This is... a priceless treasure."

After speaking, it withdrew its oppressive aura, looked at Zhang Mo with complex emotions, and said in a dignified voice: "Good lad, you're quite good."

Zhang Mo, whose body relaxed, was puzzled, but could roughly guess that it was because of the small stove.

"You've come here to find a summoned beast, haven't you?" This emperor-level fire-type true dragon has existed in this plane for 100,000 years, so of course it knows that the humans who come to their summoning plane are all looking for contracted summoned beasts.

However, those who choose to be bound by contracts are all demons of low bloodlines; their noble Flame Dragon clan is never bound by contracts.

"But if the person who made the contract is this human who possesses the supreme treasure..." The Emperor-level Flame Dragon flicked its whiskers, as if it were pondering something.

"Yes, Senior True Dragon." Zhang Mo nodded.

After a long silence, the enormous fire dragon finally spoke: "Boy, I can give you a chance to form a contract with a descendant of my clan, but you have to agree to one condition."

Zhang Mo was somewhat surprised. He knew how precious true dragon blood was, with only a handful in the entire magical world. He never expected that this dragon emperor would give him such a big surprise.

He calmed himself down slightly, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Senior, please speak freely."

"When you are capable, I want you to help this junior of mine break through to the High Emperor level," the Emperor-level Flame Dragon said slowly.

Zhang Mo was stunned after hearing this: "Senior, you must be joking."

"I'm just a lowly mid-level mage right now. A high-level emperor? I can't guarantee that at all," Zhang Mo waved his hands repeatedly.

"Kid, don't underestimate yourself, and you don't need to make any promises."

"What I'm saying is that when you have the ability, everything should take its natural course; there's no need to force it," said the Emperor-level Flame Dragon. He was joking, of course. This human possessed a legendary treasure, a high-level Emperor? That would be a piece of cake!

Since Yanlong has said so, what else is there to say? Zhang Mo: "Okay, senior, although I can't guarantee it, if I have the ability in the future, I will definitely fulfill this promise."

Upon hearing Zhang Mo's affirmative answer, the Emperor-level Flame Dragon was overjoyed: "Haha, good!"

Then it let out a loud dragon roar, as if it was calling for something.

Before long, a commotion came from a small volcano not far away. A small fire dragon stumbled and staggered from the scalding lava toward the emperor-level fire dragon.

"Roar~ Roar~" The little fire dragon was overjoyed to see its father calling it, and soon flew over. It circled around the head of the big fire dragon, occasionally licking the big fire dragon's whiskers, while its big eyes were wide open, curiously looking at Zhang Mo beside it.

"666, and it's still a little dragon." Zhang Mo thought to himself.

Then, watching the two dragons, one large and one small, communicate in a language he couldn't understand—a language he called "dragon language?"—the little fire dragon would wriggle and scratch its father's face when the emotion got intense.

OK, the conversation is over. Little Flame Dragon flew to Zhang Mo's side, and Zhang Mo touched Little Flame Dragon's big head to successfully establish a mental contract.

To prevent the Little Flame Dragon's true dragon bloodline from attracting too much covetousness in the magical plane, the Emperor-level Flame Dragon used special means to directly transform its bloodline aura into that of a sub-dragon, without changing its combat power.

After completing the contract with the Little Flame Dragon, Zhang Mo clearly sensed the Little Flame Dragon's cultivation level. Coincidentally, this Little Flame Dragon had only been born a month ago, but because of its powerful True Dragon bloodline, its cultivation level had already reached the Great War General realm.

Looking at the little fire dragon wrapped around his hand and licking his fingers, who would have thought that this seemingly dull little dragon was actually a powerful warrior? (The little fire dragon can change its size.)

After getting acquainted with it, Zhang Mo bid farewell to the Emperor-level Flame Dragon, ended the dimensional summoning, and returned to the magic plane.

Zhang Mo's consciousness returned to the villa, and he was just waiting for the day Mingzhu would be recruited.