Full-Time Magister: One System, One Forbidden Spell, the Strongest Divine Gift

Chapter 20 Shattering the Curse of Fate, A Trip to Shanghai
Under the watchful eyes of millions of people in Bo City, the moment the sharp blade of Zhan Kong completely crushed the head of the Winged Wolf, this bloody disaster that had lasted for many days finally came to an end.

On the city wall, Chen Yuan watched the blood-red sky gradually dissipate, a relieved smile appearing on his lips.

He had been secretly plotting for a long time, and now his efforts were finally paying off. The originally devastating casualty figures had been reduced by more than half under his strategic planning.

On the streets, the survivors embraced and wept, unaware that behind this disaster, countless life-or-death moments hinged on that figure standing on the city wall.

He single-handedly turned the tide of the battle and completely shattered the Black Vatican's conspiracy.

Zhan Kong's figure fell to the ground like a meteor, his combat boots crushing the scorched earth. With a solemn expression, he directed the military mages to count the casualties.

Meanwhile, Chen Yuan had already quietly disappeared into the chaotic crowd, like a ghost, and sped deep into the ruins of the Yinmao Building.

With a flick of his finger, the remnant soul of the Winged Wolf, which had been floating above the charred skeleton, was drawn by an invisible force and fell into his palm.

The energy of the remnant soul at the Commander level was as hot as magma, stirring up a monstrous wave in the spiritual world.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling the tremors of his soul barrier being impacted time and again. The shackles between him and the higher level were thinning a little more.

The disaster in Bo City has come to an end, and Chen Yuan has begun his new plans.

Pearl Academy.

He doesn't need to lie low and wait like Mo Fan.

The cultivation resources of the Three-Step Tower and the competitive vortex of the Pearl Academy are the opportunities for him to break through quickly.

With the support of the Three-Step Tower, Chen Yuan is confident that he can cultivate both the Light and Summoning systems to a high level within a year!

As for hiding one's strength and playing dumb to outmaneuver others?
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The demonic sword trembled slightly, and a chilling sword light leaked from its sheath, illuminating his cold and handsome profile.

A high-level mage? He can be killed with a single sword strike.

Even a super-level expert who dares to underestimate this ferocious weapon that has drunk the blood of a commander will pay a bloody price!
In the blink of an eye, several days have passed.

On the ruins of Bo City, the call to rebuild has already sounded.

Neighboring cities extended a helping hand, providing temporary shelter for the displaced residents of Bocheng. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a soft golden glow on the makeshift camp.

"Brother Chen Yuan, are you going to Shanghai?"

Her soft voice carried a hint of unexpected surprise.

Xinxia sat in her wheelchair, her fingers unconsciously clenching the blanket on her lap. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, also dispelling the barely perceptible hint of disappointment at the end of her words.

Chen Yuan stopped packing his bags and turned to look at the girl who was always gentle and kind.

The campfire outside the tent crackled, casting long, long shadows of the two men.

"Isn't it a bit too hasty, Chen Yuan? Why don't you and I take a year to rest, and then we can apply to Mingzhu Academy together. That way, we can look out for each other."

From a distance, Mo Fan, who had overheard their conversation, also walked over.

Although he barely made it into the intermediate stage with the help of the Earthly Sacred Spring, he still planned to stay put for another year to fully consolidate his intermediate stage cultivation before pursuing the special admission route.

"A year is enough time to change a lot of things."

Chen Yuan lightly tapped the hilt of the demonic sword at his waist with his fingertips, the coolness of the metal passing through his fingertips.

He gazed at the city wall being rebuilt in the distance, where new grasses swayed in the wind among the rubble.

Mo Fan wanted to say something more, but Chen Yuan stopped him by raising his hand.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two people, one pointing towards the ruins, the other towards the distance.

One year.

For an ordinary mage, it might just be an ordinary period of time on the path of cultivation. But for him, who wields the demonic sword, it is a sharp blade capable of severing the shackles of fate, a precious opportunity to advance to a higher level within the Three-Step Tower, and a crucial move in the grand scheme of the Demon City.

Time waits for no one.

As Chen Yuan turned around, the scabbard and the hem of his robe drew a sharp arc, "Especially for people like us."

Chen Yuan half-squatted in front of Xin Xia's wheelchair.

“I’m setting off tomorrow,” he suddenly said, his voice softer than usual. “The environment of Mingzhu Academy is very suitable for grassroots mages like us.”

A gentle breeze swept by, carrying the coolness unique to early spring.

Xinxia's long hair was gently lifted, revealing her slightly reddened ear tips.

"Want to come together?"

The question was asked very lightly, yet it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in Xinxia's heart.

"Ah."

Xin Xia responded softly, her voice so gentle it was like a feather falling into the softest part of Chen Yuan's heart.

Her lowered eyelashes cast dappled shadows on her face, but a gentle smile quietly curved her lips.

For Xinxia, ​​Brother Chen Yuan was never a choice, but rather a predetermined answer.

Mo Jiaxing and Mo Qing had no objections. Chen Yuan had been very sensible since he was a child, and he was also very talented. Xin Xia would suffer less if she stayed by Chen Yuan's side.

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Mo Fan, who was silently acting as a third wheel, remained silent. He decided to develop steadily for a year first, and then secretly amaze everyone!

The next day.

Chen Yuan, Ye Xinxia, ​​Zhou Min, and four others (including their aunt and uncle) immediately set off for Shanghai. En route, Chen Yuan logged onto the Mingzhu Academy website on his phone and promptly submitted his application for special admission.

Upon arriving in Shanghai, Chen Yuan, with practiced ease, purchased a luxury villa. This enormous sum, an astronomical figure in the eyes of ordinary people...

But for a magician, it's only the price of half a magic tool.

Chen Yuan handed the key to Zhou Min and said gently, "Little sister, please show Xin Xia and your aunt and uncle around. I have some urgent business to attend to."

He paused, then added, "When I come back tonight, I hope to see that you've already made this place your home."

Zhou Min's eyes lit up upon hearing this. She put her hands on her hips, puffed out her chest, and her full curves swayed slightly with the movement.

"Don't worry, bro, I've got you covered!"

A bright smile appeared on her lips, and her ponytail swayed gently as she nodded, radiating youthful energy.

After giving his instructions, Chen Yuan followed the navigation and headed straight for Zhao's Auction House.

During his time in Bo City, many of the demons he hunted dropped exotic bones. Although each exotic bone was only worth a pitiful tens of thousands of coins, the sheer number of them made up for it.
Chen Yuan looked at the storage ring, where strange bones were piled up like small mountains. After processing these strange bones, he could sell them for at least several million.

Not long after.

He walked into Zhao's Auction House.

He walked up to the front desk and took out his storage ring, handing it to the receptionist.

"I wonder if these can be auctioned?"

The receptionist gave a signature fake smile, then channeled a wisp of magical energy, and immediately, towering, mountain-like skeletons appeared before her.

"Strange bones? And so many of them??"

Where did this killing machine come from? How can someone so young have such a strong desire to kill?
(End of this chapter)