Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

Mu Yuang was completely obedient to Mu Zhuoyun and had no disloyalty whatsoever.

Even if Yu Ang were to kill someone directly, he wouldn't hesitate for a second!

Mu Zhuoyun had no reason to be lenient with the little brat who dared to insult him like that. He would let him watch the sun for the last two years at school and settle the score when he graduated and came of age.

Going against our Mu family is asking for trouble!

Chapter 17 A Huge Wave of Undead Clubs

The turmoil of the day has passed.

At night, on the rooftop of Xu Fang's house, Xu Fang, Mo Fan, and Zhang Xiaohou sat around a small grill, the meat skewers in their hands sizzling and dripping oil onto the charcoal, releasing an irresistible aroma.

"Brother Fang, now that you've gone to the ancient capital, will you ever return to Bocheng?" Zhang Xiaohou asked.

"Of course I'll go back. I'm on temporary enrollment, but my student registration is still in Bocheng. I'll come back to take the college entrance exam in my senior year of high school." Xu Fang picked up a pinch of cumin powder and sprinkled it evenly on the meat skewers.

“But the ancient capital is too dangerous, and you’re only a beginner mage…” Zhang Xiaohou said worriedly.

"Hey, Monkey, what are you trying to persuade me of? I think Yellow Hair did the right thing!" Mo Fan said, taking a sip of wine and a skewer of meat. "You'll never become a true strongman without seeing bloodshed. In a few days, I'll go try my luck at the Hunter's Alliance!"

"But···"

Zhang Xiaohou wanted to say more, but the wind suddenly picked up.

"We have guests," Xu Fang said with a smile.

"Oh ho, now you're a guest? Didn't you call me 'brother' all day?" The wind-elemental star track beside him disappeared, and Zhan Kong stood on the edge of the rooftop cursing: "Damn it, the Mu family came to Xuefeng Mountain to cause me trouble this afternoon. I cursed them several times before they would leave."

"Isn't it because your reputation is so powerful?" Xu Fang, feeling guilty, quickly smiled apologetically, "You haven't eaten yet, have you, Monkey? Get our legion commander a chair."

From the moment Zhan Kong appeared, Zhang Xiaohou was petrified.

Upon hearing Xu Fang's words, he quickly brought over a small stool. Zhan Kong didn't stand on ceremony, sat down, and started eating the skewers.

"I've already informed the Central Military Region. Just call when you arrive, and someone will come to pick you up," Zhan Kong said. "I've seen your assessment results; they were barely passable. Don't embarrass me when you get to the ancient capital."

"Don't worry." Xu Fang's expression was unusually serious. Zhan Kong nodded, then turned his gaze to Mo Fan: "You're the Mo Fan who cultivates fire magic?"

"It's me." Mo Fan looked him up and down a few times. "What's up?"

"Hey, you've got a temper." Zhan Kong said dismissively, "You can already cast spells, so a magic high school is meaningless to you. Why don't you come to Snow Peak Mountain and hang out with me? I guarantee the Mu family won't dare to cause you any trouble."

"No!" Mo Fan refused without even thinking.

His life goal is to get into a good magic university, slap Mu Laogou in the face, marry Mu Ningxue, and buy Xinxia a winged magic tool.

It's not about spending your whole life hunting wolves in the mountains!

Seeing his determination, Zhan Kong didn't try to dissuade him further. In his current view, Mo Fan was just a fire-type newbie with a little talent; it would be best if he could be recruited, but it wouldn't matter if he couldn't.

Zhang Xiaohou watched Zhan Kong with bated breath.

What about me? What about me?

To his disappointment, Zhan Kong didn't ask for his opinion at all, but instead buried his head in eating barbecue.

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The next day, Xu Fang took a car to Xiamen Island, the closest island to Bocheng, and then took a high-speed train from Xiamen Island to Shanghai. From Shanghai, he took the Shanghai-Gucheng Special Line, which runs from north to south.

Compared to the technological plane, transportation in the magical plane is extremely inconvenient.

It's not because of the level of technology. In fact, magic trains that use various magic arrays as a power source are definitely considered cutting-edge technology by people in the technological dimension.

The biggest problem in this dimension is security.

Due to the rampant demons, every dedicated line must be under the protection of the Anjie (a powerful security system), making maintenance extremely costly.

Not to mention airplanes, they're like Xinjiang's famous "cut cake"—the moment you sit on one, your wallet and even your underwear are gone.

The waiting hall at Shanghai's train station was bustling with activity.

"Why can't we pass? I've been waiting for two days already, why can't we pass!"

"Sir, please calm down. The reason has already been explained to you. This special train was delayed due to a riot by the Crimson Leopard Tribe in Fengzhou..."

"What does this have to do with me? How will my losses be calculated?"

"Sir, you can go through insurance. Please don't make things difficult for our staff."

"Say it again? Go ahead and say it again if you dare! How dare you talk back? What kind of work attitude is that!"

A man in a suit started yelling and cursing, while the staff member stood aggrieved in front of him, surrounded by a group of people.

Xu Fang glanced over there but ignored it. The special line he was on had already started boarding, so he didn't have time to join in the fun.

The train slowly started moving, leaving Shanghai's high-speed rail station, and arrived in the ancient capital ten hours later. Xu Fang put away his luggage, sat down, and opened [A Large Wave of Undead Club].

Compared to Bocheng, a remote and obscure third-tier city, the prosperity of the ancient capital is evident in every aspect.

For example, there are all sorts of quirky forums active in the ancient capital, attracting a large number of mages to participate.

The most popular ones, such as the [Clock Tower Magic Association Official Forum] and the [Ancient Capital Hunters Alliance Online], have had over a million visitors at their peak!

The "Big Wave of Undead Club" that Xu Fang visited is relatively niche, and its main members are young mages from the ancient capital.

【Giant Mountain Super Powerhouse】: "I'm in Shanghai, just boarded the high-speed train. [Image][Image]"

[A big red flower on his head]: "Holy crap, buddy, you actually came!"

[Expert in Picking Feet]: "Brother, why are you so upset? Staying in Shanghai would be so much better. There are fewer demons and more mages. Even if the sky falls, so many super-level beings will hold it up. Isn't that better than feeding the undead in the ancient capital?"

【Desperate Duck Neck】: "Little Giant Mountain, are you stupid?! Take a look at 【Ancient Capital Hunters Alliance Online】, it's practically turned into 【Ancient Capital Corpse Collection Center】!"

【Cucumber Girl】: "Oh dear, please don't scare people! You've scared everyone away! (〃＞目＜)"

[A big red flower on her head]: "What? This is the truth, okay? Cucumber Girl, I heard that your second year of high school didn't fill all the spots this year."

【Cucumber Eldest Daughter】: "Tch, it's all because of this year's military training, they were all scared and transferred schools! Cowards! ヽ(｀⌒メ)ノ"

【Giant Mountain Super Powerhouse】: "Running away is impossible. I am an ambitious young man who is about to set sail on the streets of the ancient capital. Send me a strategy guide as soon as possible."

[With a ball, you'll be tough]: "I know the answer to this one! Get off at the Ancient Capital West Station, turn right and walk straight for one kilometer, then turn right again. There's a health foot massage place there..."

(【有球必硬】 was banned from posting for one hour by the moderator)

【A Pot of Old Wine】: "If you do it again, you'll be kicked out! First of all, welcome Brother Jushan, let's work together to build a beautiful ancient capital (handshake) (handshake)! Check my private message for the strategy guide, it's just my own opinion."

[Expert in Picking Feet]: "Brother Jiu is back from Yanta? How are you feeling?"

[A Pot of Old Wine]: "The experience was immense, it's hard for me to describe. Try to experience it for yourself! (clenches fist) (clenches fist)"

[A big red flower on his head]: "We don't have that chance. We have a placement test when school starts, and I haven't accumulated enough necromancy points yet!"

The forum is very lively.

【一壶老酒】is the moderator of 【一大波无灵俱乐部】. His ID has the certifications of Ancient Capital Academy and Intermediate Mage. He speaks like someone from the previous generation and is undoubtedly the big brother of the forum.

【Cucumber Eldest Daughter】is a student at the Third Middle School of the Ancient Capital. She is a lively and gentle girl who is very much loved by her older brothers and sisters.

The others were also familiar faces. [A Big Red Flower on His Head] and [Expert at Picking the Soles of Feet] were both students from non-elite universities in the ancient capital, while [Desperate Duck Neck] was a hunter mage from the Hunter Alliance.

As for "[If there's a ball, it must be hard]", he's like a free-spirited mage, who can easily veer into low-level topics after just a few sentences.

Xu Fang opened his private messages and found the strategy guide sent by [A Pot of Old Wine]. It contained some common ways to deal with undead, such as attacking the joints of skeletons, and being careful when ice mages try to restrain zombies so that they can tear off their limbs and continue advancing.

It's very practical; Xu Fang read it very carefully.

The undead are different from demons; you can't use the same methods to deal with demons to deal with the undead. Xu Fang's purpose is to gain experience, not to court death!

Chapter 18 Train Accident, Blackened Corpse!

"Boxed meals! Two meat dishes and one vegetable dish, 25 yuan a serving! Instant noodles, 10 yuan a serving. Hot water is available in carriage number 6!"

"Please do not smoke while the train is in operation!"

"Yangcheng specialty sweet cake! Only 15 yuan, any passengers interested?"

As noon approached, flight attendants pushed food carts back and forth, selling lunch to the guests.

Train meals are a familiar concept; very few people are willing to spend money on them. Most people bring their own instant noodles to eat in dining car number 6.

The carriage where Xu Fang was located, number 5, suddenly became empty.

Xu Fang put down his phone and planned to take out some bread from his bag to fill his stomach.

Across from him, an old woman sat with her legs crossed, constantly spitting out sunflower seed shells and banging the iron plate on the table.

Next to her was a little kid, seven or eight years old, the kind of age that people find annoying, with a clear face untouched by the pollution of bad manners.

From the moment he got on the bus, the brat had his eye on Xu Fang's blond hair, but because Xu Fang didn't look very friendly, he didn't dare to make a move.

At this moment, Xu Fang looked down to find bread. He finally couldn't resist and reached out to tear it.

"Snapped!"

The mage's spiritual power far surpassed that of ordinary people. Before the brat could even touch him, Xu Fang's slap had already landed crisply on the back of his hand.

"Wah—!" The little rascal burst into tears.

"What are you doing?!" The old lady was furious, pointing at Xu Fang and scolding, "What's wrong with letting a child pinch you? Young man, don't be so petty!"

Xu Fang raised an eyebrow: "Who are you?"

"Never mind who I am, I just can't stand your current generation..."

"So it's all over?" Xu Fang suddenly raised his voice: "Then why is this child with you? Where are his parents? I understand, you abducted this child!"

"You're talking nonsense!" The old lady's voice was shrill, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Who in my family understands this? Today I got yelled at by an angry old wall lamp." Xu Fang took out his phone and started recording: "Now I have even more reason to doubt your identity, flight attendant! Where is the flight attendant?"

"Neuropathy!"

The old lady led the little rascal to his feet: "Come on, Big Lamb, let's not sit here, let's not be near bad people!"

The teary-eyed brat couldn't be happier; Xu Fang's slap earlier was no light one, and his hand was still bright red.

The flight attendant arrived late.

"Sir, what happened?"

"It's alright, just one Yangcheng sweet cake." Xu Fang calmly dismissed her, while the passengers who had witnessed the whole thing looked on in amazement.