Full-Time Magister: White Tiger's Power Lock, Unrivaled Sacred Beast

Chapter 49 Mo Fan, I will take care of your wife, but Lingling and Xinxia are mine!
Inside the rental house.

Zhao Chengyue was saying goodbye to Mu Nujiao, explaining that he was about to head to Hangzhou.

Unexpectedly, Mu Nujiao frowned slightly, her fingertips unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes, her tone carrying a hint of urgency that she herself was unaware of:

"You...you absolutely have to go to Hangzhou? Is there someone there that you care about?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she suddenly realized that the ambiguity in her words was too obvious; it was practically an interrogation…

In a flash, a blush spread from her fair neck to the tips of her ears, and her whole face looked like a ripe peach!

She didn't dare look at Zhao Chengyue's expression anymore, turned around abruptly, and rushed towards the door as if fleeing.

She grabbed Ai Tutu, who was watching intently with a knowing smile on her face.

The door slammed shut with a "bang"!

Faintly, Ai Tutu's low, excited laughter could be heard from outside the door.

Inside, Zhao Chengyue was amused by the sudden, direct approach and Mu Nujiao's unusual panic.

He stared at the closed door, his fingertips unconsciously stroking his chin, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. He shook his head with a soft laugh.

"Tsk, tsk..."

Before going to Hangzhou, Zhao Chengyue specifically told Mo Fan about the upcoming birth of an earth-type spiritual seed in Dongting Lake.

Anyway, he wasn't planning to go to Dongting Lake again, so it didn't matter if he told Mo Fan about it.

Upon hearing the word "spirit seed," Mo Fan's eyes widened instantly, like copper bells!
He looked Zhao Chengyue up and down suspiciously:
"Really? Old Zhao, you're not kidding me!"

After Zhao Chengyue rolled his eyes and said it was absolutely genuine—

"Holy crap! Old Zhao!"

Mo Fan let out a strange cry of excitement and pounced on Zhao Chengyue, hugging him tightly and almost choking him to death.

"Good brother! You really are my half-brother! You're a true friend!"

"From now on, your dad is my dad, and so is my dad."

Zhao Chengyue was so tightly strangled that his eyes rolled back. He finally managed to break free, a "everything is under control" smile on his face.

"No, stop, stop! My dad doesn't have a son like you. And don't even think about becoming my dad's son and trying to get resources from my family!" Zhao Chengyue said.

"Hehe." Mo Fan chuckled awkwardly.

Zhao Chengyue smiled slightly; he hadn't deliberately sent Mo Fan away at this time.

Hmm! It wasn't intentional.

“Oh, right,” Zhao Chengyue added casually.

"Lingling will come with me on this mission to Hangzhou."

Zhao Chengyue looked at Mo Fan and asked, "You don't have any objections, do you?"

"Lingling?"

Mo Fan paused for a moment, then scratched his head.

On second thought, if I go to Dongting Lake to snatch the spirit seed, I'll be going deep into the territory of demons, and I might even have to fight a commander-level demon!

Bringing Lingling along is indeed inconvenient and dangerous.

With a wave of his hand, he said generously, "It's alright, it's alright! Take it with you! It's pretty dangerous in the city anyway."

Just as he was about to take his leave, Mo Fan remembered something else.

"Hey wait!"

He rummaged in his pocket for a while and pulled out a simple-looking jade bracelet with a warm luster.

"Since you're going to Hangzhou, could you please give this to my sister?"

"OK, no problem."

Zhao Chengyue readily agreed, took the bracelet, and the space bracelet on his wrist flashed slightly before the jade bracelet disappeared.

The whole process was so smooth that Mo Fan, who was watching from the side, almost had his eyes pop out and was drooling.

"Holy crap! Spatial equipment! Those damn rich people!"

Mo Fan's envious and jealous gaze was practically tangible.

Zhao Chengyue smiled, waved, and left.

Mo Fan, go, the spirit seed is yours. I will take care of your wife and children, so don't worry!
Doesn’t that seem right?
Ye Xinxia is just Mo Fan's sister, far from being his wife.

The night breeze was slightly cool at Hangzhou Airport.

As soon as he got off the plane, Zhao Chengyue keenly sensed a cold, condensed, and tangible aura.

Following his senses, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in a dark robe, his face as somber as an ancient well, silently approaching him like a ghost merging into the shadows.

Wherever he went, the air seemed to drop several degrees, carrying a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

"Young Master, you can call me 'Shadow Keeper'."

Zhao Ying's voice was deep and steady, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"Thank you for your kind offering, Shadow."

Zhao Chengyue nodded in acknowledgment.

This enshrined master primarily cultivates the super-level wind element, supplemented by high-level shadow and high-level summoning elements. He also has a contract with a powerful demon at the commander level. With his protection, the safety level on this trip is greatly increased.

After a short rest, the two of them, like two wisps of smoke merging into the night, headed west, straight into the Nanling Mountains.

Target—the core of the White Eagle Tribe!

Late at night, in the heart of the Nanling Mountains.

The towering ancient trees obscured the already sparse starlight, and the mountain forest was filled with the damp smell of decaying leaves and a faint eerie atmosphere.

This is the domain of shadow mages!
Zhao Ying's body was enveloped in a silent flow of shadow energy, as if she had merged with her surroundings.

He used his superb shadow stealth technique to lead Zhao Chengyue like a real shadow, moving through the dense forest and rugged rocks, skillfully avoiding the layers of sentry posts on the outer perimeter.

The air was filled with the ferocious aura of warrior-level or even commander-level beings, especially the four-clawed demonic eagle, which was clearly discernible, like an invisible warning net.

The White Eagle Tribe's emphasis on the Silver Sky Lord's molting is evident!
Finally, the two silently slipped into a quiet valley surrounded by steep mountain walls.

The moment they stepped into the valley, a faint, monarch-level pressure emanated from the depths of their bloodline, originating from the enormous nest deep within the valley.

Outside the valley, those powerful auras formed a tight second line of defense.

What made Zhao Chengyue's pupils shrink even more was that there were large patches of lush Qingyuan grass growing on the grassland in the middle of the valley!

Under the hazy moonlight, they emitted a warm, bluish glow, densely packed, almost covering the entire valley floor!

"hiss……"

Zhao Chengyue couldn't help but gasp, his mind racing as he calculated:
If we buy them all, each plant would be worth hundreds of thousands...

Its value is absolutely an astronomical fortune, measured in hundreds of millions!
"Little Lord."

Zhao Ying's voice, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, rang directly in Zhao Chengyue's ear:

"The Silver Sky Lord has just finished shedding its feathers and is weak. It should be in a deep slumber at the moment. But remember, you must move very slowly and not disturb this great monarch."

His gaze fell upon the high point of the valley.

Zhao Chengyue followed his gaze.

On the edge of the giant nest atop the cliff, there is a huge rock platform that juts outwards—Feather Rock!

Dozens of silver feathers, shimmering with a cool, moonlit glow, were scattered on the rock!

Several particularly thick primary feathers, shimmering with a deep silver sheen, drew his gaze like a magnet.

That is the most important goal of this trip—the Silver Feather!
"clear."

Zhao Chengyue took a deep breath, and a dazzling silver light suddenly shone in his eyes!

The immense power of the fifth realm of spiritual energy erupted without reservation, instantly connecting with the omnipresent spatial power of heaven and earth!

locking!

The power of mind control, like an invisible giant hand, precisely enveloped those few most precious silver feathers!

however--

"Um?!"

Zhao Chengyue's brows furrowed sharply!
Those feathers seemed light and graceful, but when he applied his mind control to them, he felt an unimaginable heaviness!

It was as if he was trying to move not a few feathers, but several mountains made of fine iron!
Even the powerful mind control enhanced by the fifth realm of spiritual power felt a slight stagnation and strain!

(End of this chapter)