Full-Time Mage: Reincarnated Azure Dragon, Regaining Totem Glory

The next morning.

Mo Fan returned to the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds with a beaming smile.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Lingling sitting at the front desk, staring intently at the entrance. Her bright eyes were full of weariness, indicating that she had been waiting for a long time.

Upon seeing Mo Fan return, Lingling immediately jumped off the chair, ready to go back to her room for a nap.

"Lingling, did you stay up all night playing games last night?" Mo Fan asked curiously.

Lingling shook her head and yawned: "It's all because Grandpa told me to wait for you. I made a bet with you, but who knew you'd stay out all night because of a favor."

"It's good that he's not dead."

After saying that, she rubbed her eyes and was about to leave.

"Don't you want to ask me if I succeeded or not?" Mo Fan raised an eyebrow.

"I can tell from your smug look. We'll talk about the commission after I wake up."

"Don't worry, even though I'm just a kid, I'll definitely keep my promise to you." Lingling was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping.

"Don't go to sleep yet, Little Lingling, I've already taken care of it. Look what this is."

Mo Fan pulled out a pair of items from behind his back and held them out in his palm.

Two vampire fangs!

He kept the pair of blood fangs in a small space he had created using spatial manipulation techniques, which was very safe.

As soon as the Blood Fang appeared, Lingling's eyes lit up, and her weariness vanished instantly.

They didn't mind that Mo Fan had come out from his butt.

She leaned closer and took a book from the drawer under the front desk.

As Lingling flipped through the book, she carefully examined Blood Fang. After a long while, Lingling's tone changed:

"Mo Fan, how did you do that? That's a Blood Fang from a Warrior-level vampire!"

"Vampires? Even my dad and my grandfather have never seen one!"

Ling Ling found it hard to believe that this person had only been in the big city for a short time.

He was only a novice mage, yet he was able to kill a vampire of warrior level.

How did you manage to do that?

Could Mo Fan be pretending to be weak while actually being strong?

Lingling's big, dark eyes were fixed on Mo Fan, her gaze filled with disbelief.

They were eager to know how Mo Fan had managed it.

"Lingling, don't look at me like that. It feels weird," Mo Fan said.

"A warrior-level vampire..." she murmured repeatedly, her small hands slowing down as she turned the pages of the book. "Mo Fan, tell me honestly, are you hiding something from me and Grandpa?"

Mo Fan chuckled and reached out to rub Lingling's head, but she nimbly dodged it.

"I relied on a friend of mine, the vampires I hunted with him."

Mo Fan said very seriously, his eyes showing no sign of lying.

"Who would believe you? You treat me like a three-year-old every day. It's obvious you're making up friends out of thin air, but you'll be exposed sooner or later, Mo Fan."

Lingling rolled her eyes at him, but Mo Fan's gaze didn't seem to be lying.

His gaze finally settled on the pair of bloody teeth.

The blood-red tooth gleamed faintly in the morning light.

Lingling roughly estimated the value of the blood fang:

"There is no market price for Warrior-level Blood Fangs, but skilled blacksmiths will be interested."

"I estimate it can cost at least forty million!"

After Lingling finished reading this passage, she adorably held up four fingers.

"It's not just forty million, Lingling, take a look at this. You can ask Old Man Bao to help me find a buyer."

Mo Fan took out a small bottle-like container from his pocket again, which contained the essence of a vampire.

Lin Hao had Mo Fan buy this bottle on the way.

The vessel that could temporarily store the essence of a warrior-level being cost 910,000, which made Mo Fan feel a pang of pain.

That money could buy a house in Bocheng.

Upon seeing the blood-red essence contained in the vessel, Lingling's eyes widened instantly.

His eyes, which had been filled with disbelief, suddenly bulged with an uncontrollable rage!

She had been searching for this kind of soul for a very, very long time.

"Lingling, what's wrong?" Mo Fan asked.

Why does such a cute little girl have that expression on her face?

Has the Hunter Master never seen a vampire essence?

Lingling didn't speak. She just lowered her head in thought, her expression constantly changing.

"Brother Hao, what's wrong with this little girl?" Mo Fan asked the all-knowing Lin Hao.

"That expression clearly shows that he has found what he has been searching for."

"Mo Fan, do you think she's at the Qingtian Hunting Grounds, working as a hunter—a high-risk profession—at an age when she should be in school?"

Mo Fan was completely confused. Why was he being asked this question in return?

It's highly likely because this little girl's father is the King of Hunters, and she's been influenced by him since childhood?

"Everyone's experience is different, Mo Fan, and what they pursue is also different. You pursue the highest magic, while Lingling's expression shows that she is pursuing the truth."

Lin Hao knew perfectly well why Lingling had that expression.

Leng Lingling's father died at the hands of the Red Demon, whose soul was this blood-red soul.

That's why Lingling was so excited to see the same soul.

However, Lin Hao didn't say much, as telling Mo Fan the truth wouldn't make much difference.

After all, the Red Devils cannot be killed, nor should they be killed.

Once Mo Fan obtains the Demon type, the Red Demon will gradually give Mo Fan his fruits, essentially making a wedding dress for Mo Fan.

May Mo Fan ascend to the level of Evil God, Evil Saint King!

Lingling's father, Cold Hunter King, is one of the Eight Souls, the True Soul.

Mo Fan became an evil god, reaching the peak of the Lesser Emperor level.

It's unknown how strong Lin Hao will become after the power of the totem bond is restored.

This is what Lin Hao cares about most.

The Cold Hunter King is already dead. When we encounter his soul, perhaps we can use necromancy to make him exist as an undead.

Let's take it one step at a time.

Mo Fan remained silent after hearing Lin Hao's somewhat metaphorical and profound statement.

Lingling, this eight-year-old girl, probably has a much richer life experience than Mo Fan himself.

……

After learning about Mo Fan's gains, Old Man Bao gave Mo Fan a letter of introduction.

Upon entering the Magic Association Hall within the sphere of the Oriental Pearl Mage Tower, one quickly found the renowned blacksmith master, Huo Tuo.

Huo Tuo is a highly respected figure in the industry, one of the top blacksmiths in China.

Mo Fan temporarily gave up Lingling's foot massage service in order to see him.

"Hello, I am Li Junnan, a student of Teacher Huo."

A neatly dressed and well-mannered young man approached Mo Fan.

"Hello, my name is Mo Fan. I'm looking to do some business with Mr. Huo Tuo. I have a letter of introduction." Mo Fan picked up the letter of introduction and waved it.

Li Junnan glanced at the letter of introduction in Mo Fan's hand and politely replied, "Please wait a moment, the teacher will be here shortly."

A few minutes later, an old man with purple eyebrows, beard, and sideburns came out from the inner room.

"Mr. Huo! I am Mo Fan, introduced by Old Man Bao. I have some good materials that I would like to buy from you," Mo Fan said.

"Good material?" Huo Tuo looked Mo Fan up and down, feeling somewhat puzzled.

What good materials can a novice mage produce?

Old Bao doesn't seem like the kind of old man who's joking around.

"Let's show it to Junnan; it'll be a good opportunity for him to sharpen his eye."

Huo Tuo waved his hand and then walked towards the forging room.

He still has magical artifacts to forge.

Mo Fan's lips twitched upon seeing this.

This guy is just too lazy to watch!

However, Mo Fan didn't say anything. Things of value are never looked down upon.

"I have a pair of vampire teeth here..." Mo Fan said, taking out the blood teeth.

vampire?

That's a lie, isn't it?

Li Junnan stared blankly at the pair of strange teeth in Mo Fan's hand.

How can this young man believe in these movies?

That toy in his hand is a 9.9 yuan toy from Pinduoduo, right?

You're kidding me!

The next second, Huo Tuo, who had just walked to the door of the forge, heard the word "vampire."

He sprinted to Mo Fan's side at top speed.

He carefully examined the blood fang in Mo Fan's hand.

As one of the top forging masters in the country, Huo Tuo looked like a lovesick fool when he saw what Mo Fan was holding!

My mind is already floating on air.

His eyes seemed to see... a priceless treasure!

Open the door! A wide-open door!