Full-Time Magister: Can My Magic Cultivate Itself?

After a long journey, it was already evening when Lin Chen set foot on the land of Bo City again.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed this small southern town in a warm orange-red hue. The streets were bustling with traffic, and children playing in the alleys after school looked so peaceful and serene.

The moment Xiao Ding stepped out of the station, he vanished silently from Lin Chen's side, as if merging into an ocean of water droplets.

But Lin Chen knew that this expert from the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds was currently hiding in the shadows, constantly watching everything around him.

As soon as Lin Chen got home, he heard some explosive news from the gossip of his neighbors:

Just a few days ago, Mo Fan, representing the commoner mages, defeated Yu Ang in front of everyone and successfully obtained the opportunity to enter the Earthly Sacred Spring for cultivation!

Moreover, Mo Fan has now entered the Earthly Holy Spring for seclusion!

Upon hearing this news, Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat.

The timeline matches up!

Mo Fan's entry into the Sacred Spring signifies impending disaster, which is just around the corner!

That evening, when Yang Zuohe, the uncle who was an officer of the Magic Association, dragged his tired body home, he was stunned to see Lin Chen sitting on the sofa.

"Xiao Chen? You... why are you back at this time? Is school on holiday?" Yang Zuohe asked in surprise.

Lin Chen stood up and, without saying a word, released a trace of magical pressure belonging to a mid-level mage.

Feeling the intense and violent aura, Yang Zuohe's eyes widened like saucers, his lips trembling: "Mid-...mid-level?! You kid, you really broke through?!"

Although Lin Chen had previously told him on the phone that he had recently felt an opportunity for a breakthrough.

But when a living, eighteen-year-old intermediate-level mage stood before him, Yang Zuohe still felt a strong sense of unreality.

"Uncle, time is of the essence. I've come back this time to discuss something extremely important with you." Lin Chen said solemnly, pulling Yang Zuohe to sit down.

"What is it? Tell me! As long as your uncle can do it, I'll sell everything I own to support you!" Yang Zuohe was still immersed in immense joy.

"I want to sell the old house my parents left me! The sooner the better, ideally I can get the money tomorrow!" Lin Chen said, surprising everyone.

"What?!" Yang Zuohe stood up abruptly, his brows furrowed.

"Xiao Chen, are you crazy? That was the last thing your parents left you! You're already a mid-level mage, with a bright future ahead of you. If you need money, your uncle has it. How can you sell the house?"

"Uncle, listen to me!" Lin Chen stared intently into Yang Zuohe's eyes, his tone carrying an irresistible pressure.

"I've got some inside information. Something big is about to happen in Bocheng! If we keep this house, it'll most likely end up as ruins anyway. We might as well sell it at a low price now and exchange it for resources that can save our lives!"

Looking at Lin Chen's extremely serious expression, Yang Zuohe felt a chill inexplicably rise in his heart.

As a high-ranking member of the Magic Association, he had recently sensed the undercurrents in Bo City, but he never expected Lin Chen to speak so resolutely.

Under Lin Chen's persistent pleading and the support of his status as a mid-level mage, Yang Zuohe finally gave in.

Leveraging his connections in Bocheng, he quickly sold the house the very next day for 20% less than the market price, netting several million in cash.

……

It was the third day since Lin Chen returned to Bo City.

The once clear sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds.

The dark clouds, as thick as lead, pressed down on Bo City, plunging the entire city into a suffocating gloom even during the day.

The air became unusually stuffy, and even the wind stopped.

"Splash—"

Not long after, a sudden downpour began.

Lin Chen stood by the window, looking at the rain outside, his brows furrowed tightly. This rain...something's wrong!

Normal rainwater is transparent, but among these raindrops falling from the sky, there was a disgusting pale yellow color mixed in!

Raindrops fell on the glass, emitting a faint, yet unsettling, sweet-smelling odor.

"Lin Chen, something's wrong!"

Just then, the shadow behind Lin Chen twitched, and Xiao Ding's figure appeared like a ghost.

At this moment, the expert from the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds no longer had the composure he had shown before.

He stared intently at the yellow rain outside the window. His extremely keen mental power as a high-level mage allowed him to clearly perceive the terrifying substance contained in the rain.

"This rainwater... is mixed with an extremely strong, frenzied demonic aura! This is artificially provoking demons to go mad!" Xiao Ding's voice was low and urgent.

"Someone is trying to destroy this city!"

"Buzz—!!!"

No sooner had Xiao Ding finished speaking than an extremely shrill air raid siren, seemingly capable of piercing one's soul, suddenly rose into the sky from the direction of Xuefeng Mountain Station in the distance from Bocheng!

The sound was like a death knell of despair, instantly tearing apart the feigned tranquility of Bocheng and resounding in the ears of every Bocheng resident!

Immediately afterwards, a blinding blood-red beam of light shot straight into the sky from the direction of Xuefeng Mountain, dyeing the thick dark clouds a shocking blood color!

Blood Alert!

This is a blood-red alert signifying the highest level of disaster, meaning the city is about to face a devastating blow!

Lin Chen stood by the window, his hands gripping the windowsill tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The crimson light that filled the sky outside the window was clearly reflected in his violently contracted pupils.

Disaster struck!

Although Lin Chen had given a warning in advance, the time left for Yang Zuohe was simply too short.

Faced with a sudden disaster of this magnitude, the limit that this magic association officer could do was to quickly mobilize the limited number of mages available at his disposal.

They rushed to the main road leading to Anjie and set up camp, attempting to build a fragile line of defense for the people who were fleeing like headless flies.

"Uncle, take care, I'm going to pick someone up!"

Lin Chen knew that he absolutely could not hide in the back at this time.

He grabbed the backpack containing the Book of Star Charts and, amidst Yang Zuohe's anxious shouts, resolutely plunged into the rain that was pouring down in a pale yellow, fishy downpour.

In the shadows behind him, Xiao Ding's figure twisted and turned into an imperceptible dark shadow, like the most loyal ghost guard, clinging tightly to Lin Chen's body.

Lin Chen's goal was very clear—Mingwen Girls' High School.

That's where Ye Xinxia is.

In this hellish arena ravaged by demons, a girl with paralyzed legs would face an unimaginable fate without anyone to protect her!

As Lin Chen ventured deeper into the city, the surrounding scenery made his heart sink.

The once clean and tidy streets have now been completely torn apart. Cars overturned and burning by the force of the impact are everywhere, and collapsed shop signs lie in pools of blood.

The earthy smell of rainwater in the air had been replaced by a nauseating stench of blood and the stench of demons.

Limbs and severed bodies lay scattered in the mud, creating a chilling apocalyptic scene.

"Click—"

Lin Chen stepped on a piece of blood-stained glass and his steps suddenly stopped.

He keenly sensed that several greedy and cruel eyes were fixed on him from the desolate ruins around him.

"Something's not right here," Lin Chen said in a low voice.

"Leave it to me."

Almost the instant Lin Chen finished speaking, the shadow beside him churned violently like boiling water.

"Ice Chains and Spikes!"

With a low, cold shout from Xiao Ding, a magnificent yet icy blue star map suddenly flashed in mid-air!

The surrounding temperature plummeted instantly, and even the pale yellow rainwater froze into ice crystals.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Several incredibly thick frost chains, their surfaces covered with sharp barbs, shot out of the shadows with the force of thunder, like raging pythons emerging from their caves, and plunged deep into the ruins on both sides of the street!

"Awooo—!!!"

Immediately afterward, several piercing screams tore through the rain. The ice lock suddenly retracted, forcefully dragging five enormous, one-eyed demon wolves, their mouths still smeared with bits of human flesh, out from behind their cover!

The sharp ice spikes had completely pierced their hearts and throats, pinning them firmly to the ground, killing them instantly.

One strike instantly killed five slave-level demons!

Xiao Ding strode out of the shadows, his black trench coat fluttering in the cold wind.

He glanced at the wolf carcass on the ground, and said to Lin Chen with a solemn expression:

"The situation is worse than I imagined; the density of demons is too high. I'm no longer fit to remain hidden in the shadows. From now on, I must protect you closely and be ready to deal with any emergencies."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Brother Ding." Lin Chen nodded and continued running towards Mingwen Girls' High School without stopping.