Full-Time Mage: One random forbidden spell per month

Chapter 100: A Forbidden Spell of the Super-Tier, or Still Stopping at the High-Tier?

Space Systems

Asha's original intention was just to tease her, but now she was quite curious.

Such a young high-level mage is extremely rare even in the Parthenon, and I never expected to run into one during my trip to the ancient capital.

The burly man standing nearby was also anxious as he watched the short man hanging in mid-air. He wanted to help but was powerless to do so.

Many passersby glanced at him, but without exception, no one chose to meddle. Many even recognized the short man, but no one offered to help.

"Brother, I really didn't recognize your greatness, please forgive me this time," the short man pleaded desperately.

Seeing this, Mo Fan chimed in, "Old Li, we still need him to lead the way. We don't want him to develop any psychological trauma."

After thinking it over, Li Xingze put him down, since he would need him to lead the way later.

In the wild, maps are of little use; an experienced guide can save you a lot of trouble.

Stumbling to his feet, the short man fawned over him, "Brother, you're so young yet you've already achieved such skill; you're truly amazing."

The short man showed no sign of hatred or resentment; he knew perfectly well that he was no match for him, and that was the reality.

"Stop with the flattery, just lead the way."

Li Xingze waved his hand, indicating that he wouldn't have used his power to intimidate others if they hadn't actively sought trouble.

Throughout the entire process, Asha'ruya and her two attendants maintained a "spectator" attitude, not uttering a single word.

Led by the short man, the group registered at the South Gate and then left the city.

At least for now, the number of undead is very small during the day, making it a good time to leave the city.

After leaving the outer city wall, the seven people headed towards Yangyang Village, following the dwarf man's directions.

The south side faces the Qinling Mountains. Whether you fly or drive, you're not giving the Qinling demons any face. So, if you go south, there are basically no cars or anything like that. You have to walk the whole way.

"Brother, I still don't know how to address you?"

Along the way, the short man followed Li Xingze like a little follower, and Li Xingze was annoyed by his fawning manner.

"Li Xingze, you don't need to call me big brother. As long as you obediently lead the way, I won't cause you any trouble," Li Xingze said calmly.

If this short man keeps looking back every three steps, how long will it take to reach Yangyang Village?

"Hehe, with your word, I guarantee I'll get you safely," the short man said, patting his chest.

He was willing to venture out of the city simply to earn more money; given his age, breaking through to a higher level was practically hopeless.

For Li Xingze, being a high-level mage is just a starting point; no one knows what level he can reach.

A breakthrough to a higher level? A forbidden spell? Or perhaps it will stop at a higher level—all are possible.

"Old Li, as soon as I left the city, I smelled a familiar aura. There are probably ghosts everywhere underground," Mo Fan said, leaning closer.

Mo Fan was a necromancer and was very familiar with the aura of the undead. The further they got from the outer city gate, the stronger the aura of the undead became.

No wonder countless spirits roam outside at night; they sleep underground during the day!

"That's normal; after all, this is an ancient capital."

Li Xingze remained calm. Even if Mo Fan hadn't said anything, he knew that these spirits were underground.

A few hours later, the bright sky suddenly darkened, giving no one time to react.

"Here, eat this."

At this moment, the taciturn, burly man took out a gray, garlic-shaped object from the bag on his back.

"You should have told me sooner that you had food; I was starving."

Seeing this, Mo Fan didn't stand on ceremony and took the local specialty from the big, strong man's hand.

After a quick look, the gray thing resembled a sweet potato and a large clove of garlic. Without thinking too much about it, Mo Fan took a crisp bite.

"puff!!!"

The next second, Mo Fan spat out the garlic he had just eaten. It was so damn awful; he had never eaten anything so disgusting.

"Damn it, did you give me some kind of cheap food?"

Mo Fan pointed angrily at the burly man and said furiously.

This food was so disgusting that it almost made him throw up his leftovers from the previous day. The taste was so awful that he couldn't get rid of it; it just lingered in his mouth.

The burly man hadn't expected Mo Fan to react so strongly, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

This is grey garlic, used to mask the life force of the living; with it, the spirits of the dead won't attack us. There's a limited quantity; you just threw up one. If you don't make it through the night, you're on your own.

Seeing Mo Fan's anger, the short man immediately stepped forward to explain.

"I'd rather fight the dead than eat this stuff," Mo Fan said, looking like he'd rather die than submit.

Li Xingze glanced into the distance. With his current eyesight, he could see movements a kilometer away. The soil had already begun to loosen, which meant that the undead were about to awaken.

So Li Xingze picked up a clove of garlic and ate it.

The taste was indeed very pungent. It wasn't just unpalatable; it also had a spicy kick that lingered in the mouth. No wonder Mo Fan vomited immediately.

Fortunately, Li Xingze chewed it a couple of times and then swallowed it directly; the taste wasn't too pungent.

Seeing his decisiveness, Asha's bright eyes flashed as she took the garlic and ate it. Her two attendants followed suit.

Needless to say, the short man and the big, strong man were already used to the taste and had already eaten it.

"Young man, I advise you not to throw a tantrum, or you'll be in big trouble later."

Because of Li Xingze, the short man's temper has noticeably subsided.

As if imprinted on his words, the originally firm soil around his feet began to loosen, looking at him as if the vegetables and fruits that the farmers had worked so hard to grow were about to take root and sprout.

But in reality, a rotting, foul-smelling arm emerged, followed by a body covered in maggots, its eyes drooping and its chin drooping.

"Ugh!! Ugh!!"

A sound like something was stuck in their throat came from behind them; this sound was very familiar to both the short man and the big man.

Seeing this, Li Xingze suddenly waved his right hand, and his terrifying psychic power, carrying a stream of air, directly swept the rotting corpse away. With a "smack" in the air, the body parts scattered all over the ground.

For dealing with these small fry, spatial magic is the most convenient.

Now, Li Xingze's mental realm has reached the fourth level, and a casual thought control can be comparable to a mid-level spell.

But that wasn't the end of it. The crisp sound seemed to have startled the sleeping spirits underground, and soon dozens more rotting corpses emerged.

Not only that, but the undead from other places are also gathering here. If they were to gather together, they would be no less than an army!

"Ugh!! Ugh!!"

(End of this chapter)