Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

Good morning, everyone. This is a typical day in the life of researcher Feng Zhoulong.

The air quality in the Demon Capital remains as poor as ever, much like the poisonous miasma of a monarch-level demon.

For a simple breakfast, firebird eggs are a great healthy choice, offering ten times the nutritional value of chicken eggs, though of course, they cost a hundred times more.

This morning was another research meeting. The Southern Magic Association wants to terminate my research and use the money for other projects.

Who the serious person keeps a diary?

Feng Zhoulong is a rather unconventional person. He is fashionable and follows the latest trends, recording his life with vlogs every day.

Of course, the video is not made public.

"Sigh, I'm out of money." Feng Zhoulong had a headache.

Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice, let alone scientific research, which is an extremely expensive endeavor. It consumes money quickly but yields slow results, and in cases where the direction is unclear, large sums of research funds may very well go down the drain.

Therefore, compared to his almost nonsensical theory of "fusion magic," the Southern Magic Research Institute would rather spend the money on something more visible.

For example, the dolphin project that's been very popular recently.

The Southern Magic Association also had a valid reason: the ocean had been turbulent recently, and Speaker Shao Zheng had lodged protests multiple times at the Dubai Mage Tower.

Dolphins are powerful detection tools; their presence can provide effective early warnings and accurately estimate the number of monsters.

Even someone as confident as Feng Zhoulong wouldn't dare call it a low-quality project; he could only sourly refer to it as "another project."

Funding is limited. Since the Southern Magic Association has chosen to bet on dolphins, Feng Zhoulong's fusion magic project naturally runs out of money.

Without funding, the research hit a bottleneck.

Without money, we can't even recruit reliable graduate students.

Without money, Feng Zhoulong had to pay for his own experimental supplies. The dignified super-level mage was penniless and had to rely on the association for free meals every day.

"Where can we get the money?" Feng Zhoulong was pondering when the laboratory door was suddenly pushed open.

"Professor, Professor, Xu Fang is here!" The one who came in was Feng Zhoulong's graduate student, who had recently been clamoring to graduate.

"Who?" Feng Zhoulong didn't hear clearly.

"He's the Jinlin City Military Intelligence Bureau member, the honorary vice president of the Bell Tower Magic Association, the first place winner of the National Government Competition, and the top student at Mingzhu Academy!" the graduate student said.

"I can't remember all these names, who are they?" Feng Zhoulong said impatiently.

"It's Xu Fang! Xu Fang, the famous one on TV!" the graduate student exclaimed excitedly.

"Oh, Xu Fang... Xu Fang!?"

Feng Zhoulong was instantly wide awake.

He might not know if the graduate student level was insufficient, but Lao Feng knew very well.

Xu Fang, isn't he the culprit who caused his own funding to drop to zero?

"Where is he?"

"It's downstairs!"

"Downstairs?"

"Downstairs!"

"Now?"

"Professor, shouldn't you take a look at what you're saying?"

Feng Zhoulong patted his forehead: "Bring him up."

"Although I've already submitted my graduation application, I'm still your student, after all," the graduate student muttered as he walked out.

Feng Zhoulong's temples were bulging with veins, but his adult composure prevented him from uttering the words, "Don't underestimate the poor middle-aged."

It's truly chilling; are students these days all so materialistic?

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rest area.

"Mr. Xu, this way please." The graduate student changed her demeanor as soon as she got in front of Xu Fang, her voice so soft it tickled his ears.

"Thank you for your hard work." Xu Fang nodded and followed her upstairs.

Throughout the journey, the female graduate student kept trying to find topics to talk about, but Xu Fang was like a stubborn mule; although he responded to every question, he had no intention of extending the conversation.

After half a ride, the elevator fell into an awkward silence that made one want to dig their toes into the ground.

Hey~

"Mr. Xu, we've arrived." Seeing the elevator doors open, the graduate student breathed a sigh of relief and quickly led Xu Fang inside.

Upon entering the room, Xu Fang immediately spotted Feng Zhoulong.

Feng Zhoulong was much younger than I had imagined. He was wearing a white coat and his face had that kind of clear, untainted look typical of researchers.

"Professor Feng," Xu Fang extended his hand, "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Xiaoli, please make two cups of tea." Feng Zhoulong shook hands with him and said, "Mr. Xu, are you here this time?"

Xu Fang didn't beat around the bush: "Sound-based matter, do you still remember it?"

"Oh, this?" Feng Zhoulong suddenly realized, "I've been dealing with too many trivial matters lately... Come with me."

Most researchers hate beating around the bush. They prefer to get straight to the point and keep quiet. They simply can't get along with those shallow, mercenary people.

Since there was nothing else to research at the moment, he took Xu Fang to a magic experimental base.

This is a room completely isolated by white panels.

In the center of the room, there was something that looked like an operating table, and through four layers of transparent tempered glass, you could see a lump of corpse inside.

—It was Miao Jiang.

Xu Fang looked around and said, "Mystic Jade Silver? That's the main material for shield magic tools."

"You're definitely an expert. Let me tell you, I fought hard to get this Jade Silver. Those short-sighted guys always thought Jade Silver was too precious and that using it for the laboratory walls was too extravagant..."

Feng Zhoulong may look like a debonair older man, but he's actually a tech geek.

Xu Fang's question hit the nail on the head, instantly opening him up and he started rambling on about how wonderful the laboratory was.

“I also plan to build a laboratory of the same specifications,” Xu Fang said.

Feng Zhoulong's voice abruptly stopped: "In Jinlin City? You have that authority?"

"What are you talking about?" Xu Fang laughed. "I'm a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, after all. After the municipal administration of Jinlin City is completed, I will need to appoint councilors. I still have the authority to make decisions about a laboratory."

Feng Zhoulong's breathing became rapid: "What about the research funding?"

"They do manage that too."

Xu Fang looks like the kind of naive young man:

"I've been in charge of the research funding. Just before I came here, I approved two bomb production lines... We seem to have gone off-topic. Let's get back to the matter of sound-based materials."

Feng Zhoulong nodded silently, and the two of them tacitly refrained from mentioning the matter again.

As for what they were really thinking, that remains unknown.

"My secondary specialization is necromancy, which means I deal with corpses all the time, so every corpse is a treasure to me."

Feng Zhoulong said:

"I can extract the sound-based substance from Miao Jiang's body. This substance did not disappear because of Miao Jiang's death. Instead, it gathered together over time and formed a ball of energy similar to an elemental species, which attached itself to a wisp of Miao Jiang's remnant soul."

The reason I didn't notify you immediately is because I couldn't separate the craftsman's soul from the sound-based matter; they were already tightly bound together.

Xu Fang asked, "Then you should smoke them all?"

"It's easy to say, but this kind of sound-based substance is extremely lethal. Even I, a super-level mage, almost suffered a setback. If you try to absorb it by force, be careful that your spirit will be shattered."

Feng Zhoulong said.

Just as every demon has a spirit or remnant spirit, humans, as a type of living being, naturally also produce a soul after death.

These souls may not have independent consciousness, but they carry the intense emotions they experienced in life.

With Miao Jiang's overwhelming resentment and hatred, if Xu Fang chooses to absorb it, she will definitely take the opportunity to attack relentlessly!

"Don't worry." Xu Fang's expression remained relaxed: "Since I started practicing magic, nothing has been able to break through my mind."

The purple demonic cloud won't work.

The ancient king's armor won't do.

A mere remnant of a craftsman's soul is far too inadequate!

Chapter 417 Visiting Mount Fanxue

"This sonic substance is called 'Shadow Song,' and it is equivalent to or even stronger than a Great Soul Seed. It can greatly enhance your sonic abilities."

Feng Zhoulong said, "I must remind you again, this thing is very dangerous, extremely dangerous!"

"rest assured."

"Alright then." Feng Zhoulong didn't try to persuade him further.

Since Xu Fang's attitude was so firm, he had nothing more to say.

He took the container containing the sound-based substance. Unlike spirit seeds and soul seeds, special substances rarely have their own independent energy bodies and can only be gathered together by external means.

"Be careful yourself." After giving this last piece of advice, Feng Zhoulong turned and left the room.

The entire white room was now empty except for Xu Fang and the vessel in his hand.

Should I offer him some more advice?

Outside the door, Feng Zhoulong felt a pang of regret. He wanted to go in, but he was afraid of disturbing Xu Fang and making things worse.

If Xu Fang were to get into trouble with him, while he wouldn't necessarily be held responsible, he certainly wouldn't be let off lightly.

Everyone here is a well-known figure in the research and development field. Feng Zhoulong had heard of Xu Fang's name long ago and knew about his outstanding contributions to military mages and the country.

It can be said that a significant number of people are able to live safely because of Xu Fang's existence.

If someone like that were to fall victim to him...