Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

"How about we wait until he reaches the intermediate level and then give him a spirit seed... No, no, young people have pride, and they usually don't want benefits that come out of nowhere."

“Give him a small team to manage, and assign him a few tasks. Over time, you’ll develop a bond with him.”

"It would be even better if you found someone from the Central Military Region..."

Just as my thoughts were drifting away, there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Chong immediately pulled his feet back from the desk, sat up straight, put on the dignified air of a military commander, and said in a low voice, "Come in."

The door opened, and a girl walked in, beaming with pride.

"Dad, let me tell you something!"

Chapter 44 Gaoling, Borrowing the Path of the Yin Soldiers

"What do you mean 'dad'? I've told you so many times, when you're at work, you should use your job title."

If it were an ordinary person, after hearing what the Grand Commander said, they would at least be trembling with fear, if not trembling all over.

But the girl didn't care at all.

He frowned, walked over, and picked up the ashtray on the desk: "You've been smoking again?"

Jiang Chong instinctively flinched: "Just one... Hey, hey, girl, don't take them all... Just one, just leave one!"

"What kind of girl is this? How many times have I told you to use your job title when you're at work!"

Jiang Chong was both amused and exasperated. He was a high-ranking officer in the Imperial Guard, no less powerful than the head of the army of a nation, but he had no way to deal with his youngest daughter.

"Alright, alright, Dad was wrong. Dad shouldn't have said that." Jiang Chong laughed, "You seem so happy, what good news do you have?"

"It's news about my brother!"

Jiang Shaoxu said excitedly, "I just received news that someone saw my brother at the Jiayuguan ancient ruins. Dad, give me another team, and I'm sure I can find him!"

Jiang Chong looked at his happy daughter, opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Girl... this time, Dad can't give you the person."

Jiang Shaoxu's smile froze.

"why?"

Jiang Chong hardened his heart and said, "Ah Jun... he has been missing for two years. During that time, we have sent out countless search teams, but all of them have come up empty-handed... You have to accept reality."

Jiang Shaojun is Jiang Shaoxu's older brother and Jiang Chong's son.

Despite public opinion and criticism, he dispatched the elite troops of the Forbidden City Army and even asked Old Man Hua and Old Man Ai to thoroughly search every place outside the Demon Forbidden Zone.

However, while many traces were found, the person seemed to have vanished into thin air.

He knew very well that his son, whom he was so proud of, was probably in grave danger.

But Jiang Shaoxu couldn't accept this reality at all. She took two steps back and said, "I won't accept it! If you won't give me anyone, then I'll go by myself!"

"Jiang Shaoxu!"

Jiang Chong gave a low shout, and Jiang Shaoxu froze, her big eyes filled with tears.

Seeing his daughter like this, Jiang Chong's heart softened, and even though he wanted to say something harsh, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

"Dad isn't saying you can't find someone. What Dad means is that you're not strong enough right now, it's very dangerous to go alone, and you won't have teammates to support you."

"That way, once you find teammates you can rely on, and you've gelled well with them, and your skills have reached a high level, I promise I won't stop you anymore. You can have whatever you want!"

Jiang Shaoxu fell silent. She wasn't stupid; of course she could tell that Jiang Chong just wanted to find a reason to keep her here.

But she just wouldn't believe it!

"You promised? You won't go back on your word?"

Jiang Chong quickly replied, "I will never go back on my word!"

"Okay." Jiang Shaoxu turned and left. She needed to intensify her cultivation and use her real strength to leave her father speechless!

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Night falls.

Lintong Military Region, Third Company Camp.

"Quickly, quickly, assemble!"

"Wake up! This is a battlefield! We're about to fight the Terracotta Army!"

"Do we still have bombs today?"

Accompanied by the urgent whistle, the military mages assembled and climbed the city wall.

Xu Fang stood in the crowd. He was fully prepared for today, dressed in a crisp military uniform with his star hidden in his sleeve.

In the spiritual world, the stars shine brightly.

"Six stars have already been enhanced."

Xu Fang stared at a star whose light was noticeably dimmer than the others, determined to resolve the matter today.

Mo Fan's little mudfish, seven fragments of its soul can be combined into one essence, which is used to strengthen the star.

But since I don't have such a magical artifact, I can only absorb the complete essence through honest means.

During the day, Feijiao called to personally inform Xu Fang of the reward decision, including the option to choose a time to visit Yanta.

Xu Fang plans to strengthen all the Star Seeds before heading there, aiming to break through to the intermediate level in one fell swoop.

But plans never keep up with changes.

When he stood on the city wall looking down, the scene before him completely stunned him.

The terracotta army is gone.

Only a few kittens remained, sparsely walking this way, but before they could even make a move, they were shattered by someone else's magic.

"Without the commanders of the thousand and the centurion, the army in this pit will not be able to cause any trouble for the time being."

Qi Laosan stood next to Xu Fang, beaming with smiles.

The Terracotta Army's combat power far surpasses that of ordinary undead, but they also have a fatal flaw: they are extremely dependent on the commands of their higher-ranking counterparts.

Just like today, without the high-ranking terracotta warriors and the bugle calls, most of the terracotta warriors are huddled underground.

This situation will last for at least half a month, until the new terracotta warriors are produced, at which point they will return.

The students of the Ancient Capital No. 2 Middle School were overjoyed. Yesterday's fierce battle had terrified them, and they had originally planned to climb the city wall today with great difficulty, but they did not expect that there were so few enemies.

No need for formalities, brothers, let's charge together!

Throughout the entire night, Xu Fang only obtained two fragments of soul fragments, which was a huge loss compared to the depleted magic energy!

The next day.

"You said you're leaving?" Li Yi looked at the young man in front of him, somewhat disbelieving his ears: "Just because there aren't enough Terracotta Warriors?"

"Yes, I hope you can understand, instructor," Xu Fang said.

Understand? I don't understand a damn thing!

I've led so many student soldiers, and you've only seen one oddball like you in several years!

Li Yi really wanted to point at the gate and tell Xu Fang to go somewhere cool and stay there, instead of becoming a clown here, but then he remembered the earnest instructions from Chief Instructor Fei Jiao…

"The company commander isn't here..." Li Yi tried to stall for time.

"With the company commander absent, you, the political instructor, are the most important."

"...You need to give me time to report back."

"Please do as you please." Xu Fang left the office. Li Yi sighed, picked up the phone on the table, and felt that he, as the instructor, was too humble in front of such a genius.

That noon, Xu Fang, who had just woken up from his afternoon nap, received a notice to report to the Gaoling Military Region, which is located west of the Lintong Military Region.

On the way there, Xu Fang flipped through the travel guides written by "A Pot of Old Wine" before, which mentioned the Gaoling Military Region.

The spirits in this place are mainly "ghost soldiers." Unlike the terracotta warriors that corrode city walls, ghost soldiers exist in the form of ghosts and are immune to physical attacks caused by wind, water, and other attributes.

When they are in groups, they can also inflict damage on their opponents through psychological intimidation and illusions.

Often, after a battle, the mage who was hit didn't die, but became an idiot who could only drool and laugh stupidly.

Therefore, the most popular types of mages in the Gaoling Military Region are the three types: light-type mages who specialize in defeating the undead, lightning-type mages who cleanse evil spirits, and mind-type mages who are used as medics.

According to historical records, the practice of using the road to transport ghost soldiers originated in the late Tang Dynasty, a time when war raged and nine out of ten houses were deserted.

A great battle once broke out in Gaoling, and the two sides fought for three days and three nights. Huang Chao, a curse mage, spent half a month using the forbidden spell "Shura Purgatory".

The cursed army, even in death, cannot find release for their souls; they are imprisoned here forever.

It was during the Song-Yuan era again that a rebellion broke out in the ancient capital. The Epang Magic Palace went out of control, and the ghostly soldiers advanced collectively under the illumination of the underworld.

After evolving, it went from only scaring children on rainy days to its current terrifying form.

Xu Fang flipped through the familiar yet unfamiliar pages of history. Each section led him to unexpected places, yet somehow, it all made perfect sense...

Lintong and Gaoling are not far apart. While looking at the information, Xu Fang arrived at his destination.

Chapter 45 Trapped! Mental Illusion

The Jing River is the largest tributary of the Yellow River.

Compared to other rivers teeming with demons, the Jing River appears much quieter, so quiet it's almost lifeless.

Dark clouds hung low in the sky, and the continuous drizzle chilled to the bone. Although it was the height of September and the weather was hot, it was unusually cold and damp here.

The river was still, and the raindrops hitting it were like white sugar being sprinkled on thick porridge, swirling on the surface before slowly sinking into the unseen abyss.

There is no Dragon King in the Jing River who has violated heavenly rules and been executed, no Yuan Shoucheng who can divine the future, and no Wei Zheng who slays the dragon in a dream; there are only ghost soldiers.

The ancient city wall sits on an open area three kilometers away from the river, with the recruit camp behind it.

"Starting today, you will be living in this dormitory."

"That's what the company clerk in charge of liaising with Xu Fang said."

Like the No. 2 Middle School of Gudu, which was incorporated into the Lintong Military Region, the Gaoling Military Region also had students undergoing military training. Xu Fang could easily squeeze out a bed in any row.