Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 496 Extra: The Zhao Family Takes the Helm
The day of Su Lu's trial arrived as scheduled.

Su Lu's soul energy was locked, so she couldn't cause any trouble at all.

Finally, under the dragon flames of the Golden Dragon and the Black Dragon Emperor, it was burned to ashes, leaving not even bone fragments.

The once all-powerful member of the Asian Magic Association has died just like that; everyone can't help but sigh at the unpredictability of life.

No one knows when Mo Fan left the Holy City.

Although he has not yet used any forbidden spells, everyone who knows about them treats them as such.

……

The afternoon sun shines brightly on Mingzhu University.

With a deep and arrogant roar from the engine, a limited-edition Aston Martin parked itself in a very stylish spot in front of the main building.

The car door opened, and Zhao Manyan, with his signature blond hair, stepped out.

With his custom-made haute couture suit and meticulously styled hair, he exudes an elite aura of a "domineering CEO."

Zhao Manyan took off his sunglasses, glanced up at the magnificent main library building, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Back when he was studying here, he didn't even know which way the main entrance of this building faced. But after graduation, he started coming here every few days.

"Hello, Senior Zhao!"

"Oh my god, it's Senior Zhao Manyan!"

Many students passing by recognized this "distinguished alumnus" who frequently appeared in various magazines and greeted him excitedly.

Zhao Manyan skillfully put on a charming smile, waved, and then went straight up to the top floor of the library building.

This is an academic no-go zone, accessible only to senior professors and a small number of students.

But Zhao Manyan wasn't here today to have tea with some old scholar.

His gaze pierced through the layers of bookshelves, locking onto a figure in the corner.

The man was wearing an ordinary gray wool sweater, with black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and holding a thick ancient book in his hands.

His aura was completely concealed, as if he had merged with the surrounding dust. If one did not deliberately look for him, even a high-level mage would subconsciously ignore his presence if passing by.

It has a certain resemblance to the state of mind described by Lao Tzu as "blending one's light with the dust."

Zhao Manyan strode over, plopped down opposite him, and teased:
"Mo Fan, this isn't like you at all! What, planning to retire and cultivate your character?"

Mo Fan raised his hand to adjust his non-prescription black-rimmed glasses and said slowly:

"Old Zhao, you're so stupid you're practically spitting out yellow soup. If you don't use your brain, why don't you just donate it?!"

Zhao Manyan was stunned on the spot.

We all used to work with "C language", how come you're swearing in such a sophisticated way now that you don't even use swear words!

Mo Fan closed the book and said calmly, "Old Zhao, your current level is still too low, I don't blame you. You'll understand when you reach the threshold of forbidden spells."

"The true forbidden spell lies hidden, not revealed!"

"Get lost!" Zhao Manyan chuckled. "Mo Fan, you're so narrow-minded, yet you're lecturing me like this."

After a few lighthearted banter, Zhao Manyan's smile faded, and he got down to business: "Mo Gouzi, there's something you need to help me with."

Mo Fan's expression remained unchanged as he lightly tapped the pages: "Speak."

“I’ve dealt with most of the remnants of Zhao Youqian’s faction, but there are still a few tough guys within the Zhao family who are eyeing the leadership position and are planning to challenge me.” A ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Manyan’s eyes.

Mo Fan nodded slightly, his tone as casual as if he were asking what he wanted for dinner: "Understood. Are you planning to have me kill them, or cripple them?"

Zhao Manyan's lips twitched: "Don't make such a big fuss. They are the top combat force of my Zhao clan. If they all die, what kind of clan leader am I? Just kill the chicken to scare the monkey."

"Who is the chicken?"

"Zhao Jing."

Zhao Manyan uttered a name: "This guy is the most arrogant of our generation. He was already infamous internationally in his early years. The old man once said that if he could calm down and study, he would eventually become a master of forbidden spells."

Mo Fan didn't even lift his eyelids after hearing this: "So, he's not a forbidden spell?"

He paused, then asked again, "Is it to get rid of it, or to render it useless?"

Zhao Manyan: "..."

"It would be best if he could submit," Zhao Manyan sighed helplessly. "If not, then let's send him on his way."

Mo Fan nodded and said, "I understand."

……

noon.

A series of light footsteps approached, and Mu Nujiao arrived gracefully, carrying a delicate little insulated box.

Time seems to have been exceptionally kind to this young lady from a prominent family. She has shed the naivety of her student days and now exudes a more intellectual and gentle aura, like a quietly blooming magnolia.

Upon seeing this scene, Zhao Manyan immediately exclaimed, "Hey! Mo Fan, you with thick eyebrows and big eyes, I was wondering why you didn't go back to Fanxue Mountain to be a local tyrant, but instead chose to stay at Mingzhu Academy as a librarian. So you're here having a romantic time with the Goddess Mu?!"

As soon as Mu Nujiao entered the room, she was visibly stunned when she saw the glittering light bulb and blurted out, "...What are you doing here?"

Zhao Manyan's eyes widened, and he clutched his chest with a hurt expression: "Hey, hey, hey, Jiaojiao, what kind of disgusted look is that? Have you forgotten the revolutionary friendship we forged together during our time at the Nationalist government? They say pregnancy makes you stupid for three years, and you're not even pregnant yet, and you're already turning your back on me?!"

"Shut up." Mo Fan glared at him irritably, then took the insulated box from Mu Nujiao's hand. "You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth."

Mu Nujiao blushed slightly but did not refute. She simply helped Mo Fan set out the chopsticks.

Seeing the natural intimacy between the two, Zhao Manyan felt his wattage instantly soar to two kilowatts.

He very tactfully stood up, waved his hand, and said, "Alright, alright, I'm not in the way anymore. This dog food is too much, I'm leaving."

As he reached the door, he turned back and added, "Mo Fan, don't forget what I told you about."

Mo Fan picked up a piece of braised pork without looking up: "Don't worry, I won't forget."

"Tch, I'm the one who worries me the most!" Zhao Manyan muttered. "Fine, I'll call you later."

(End of this chapter)