Full-Time Magister: I Had No Intention of Reaching the Dimensional Throne

Chapter 153 Slaying the Blue-Clad Warrior

"Do you know how expensive a soul seed is! One is enough. I can't put in more even if you want." Feng Zhoulong was speechless, feeling hurt by the extravagance in front of him.

Bai Mo shrugged. He wasn't exactly rich, but he could easily earn money when he needed it. The price of ordinary soul seeds was still quite reasonable.

He took out the only soul seed from his treasure vault, which was also wind-type. He handed the container holding the soul seed to Feng Zhoulong and asked:

"How long will it take?"

"This is a bit more complicated, it'll take about half a month. Brother, you need to do more research and accumulate more confidence before you feel comfortable helping me with it."

"Okay, I happen to have some business in Guangzhou recently. Let me know when it's done."

Bai Mo nodded slightly; he didn't linger there any longer.

If Feng Ling is to transform into a growth stage, she will have a period of dormancy. Therefore, if Bai Mo wants to take action against the blue-robed members of the Black Church, it would be best to lure them out in the next few days.

After all, he had other things to do, such as planning the arrangements for Fengling after it entered its growth period.

The growth process of elemental spirits is quite complex. The leader level is the mark of an elemental spirit entering the growth stage, but as the darlings of heaven and earth, they also have a second growth.

Or it could be called an elemental catastrophe, or a growth tribulation. This period doesn't come at a fixed time; it can come early or late.

When the Elemental Calamity arrives, the power within the Elemental Saint Spirit surges uncontrollably, requiring the baptism of the Soul Seed and the Elemental Holy Land to stabilize the surging, uncontrollable elements within him.

Having survived the elemental tribulation, the elemental holy spirit will gain even greater power, and may even complete a leap in bloodline level.

This is a blessing bestowed by heaven and earth, but also a calamity written by the laws of nature.

If we can't overcome it, then it will all vanish like smoke.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Half a month passed, and Bai Mo, who was riding his summoned beast around the streets of the Demon Capital, still hadn't encountered any assassination attempts or traps.

He had ventured into the wilderness and killed many demons, acquiring over twenty warrior-level essences. He had also leveled up his initial wind and earth magic to level five, yet he hadn't seen a trace of the Black Church.

It seems that the fishing plan was too crude. Perhaps the Black Vatican was being particularly cautious, or perhaps they were just waiting for him to lower his guard.

Upon entering Feng Zhoulong's laboratory, Bai Mo obtained an enhanced version of the Fengyuan Flower growth potion. He then went to the quiet room and fed the potion to Feng Ling.

Feng Ling drank it very quickly; this thing was just as attractive to her as the Soul Seed.

"Hoo~" Feng Ling yawned, told Bai Mo that she was going to take a nap, and then returned to the summoning plane.

Bai Mo sensed his nebula and found no changes, but he didn't know how long the digestion process would take.

After saying goodbye to Feng Zhoulong, he boarded a plane bound for Shanghai.

The plane wasn't as quiet as usual, perhaps because everyone was heading home for the Chinese New Year.

"Strange? I feel like we're flying off course. This looks different from the usual route."

A sentence reached his ears, and Bai Mo glanced at a man peering out of a porthole. The sky was exceptionally clear today, and from ten thousand meters above, one could see the earth.

"Oh! Really? We're not going to get hurt, are we?" A pretty girl next to the man suddenly hugged him tightly in a panic.

"Haha, just kidding. I don't have that kind of ability to know flight routes."

The two were flirting and teasing each other, but Bai Mo sensed something different. The sound waves he had subconsciously released to probe the situation during their conversation were now giving him feedback.

"Sizzle, B48xx"

The command center's call to correct the course was transmitted to the cockpit, and he also sensed five people in the cockpit.

Three of them were crew members, and the other two were not!

It is now basically confirmed that there is a problem with the plane.

To be precise, there was a problem with the crew in the cockpit, and they are very likely under control.

Bai Mo remained calm, closed his eyes, and continued to transmit the sound waves, bringing him updates on the situation in the cockpit.

"Thousand Faces, what are you doing? Let's just sink this plane. Even if Bai Mo has the Wind Elemental Saint Spirit, he's no match for two high-level wind mages at this altitude of 10,000 meters."

"No rush. With our combined strength, surely we can subdue a mere space mage who has just advanced to a high-level position?"

Qianmian spoke slowly and leisurely, with a relaxed and unhurried manner.

"My specially made black servants are almost used up, and this plane full of people can be used to replenish them. Let Bai Mo be arrogant and swagger around the Demon Capital. If it weren't for avoiding the Demon Capital Tribunal, I would have already taken his head and exchanged it for the reward."

"We agreed that the method for making the secret poison would be mine, and the resources would be yours. You can't go back on your word," Xie Feng's somewhat shrill voice rang out.

"Don't worry, I admire Lord Salang's wisdom, but I have no interest in poison," Thousand Faces said casually, before his tone turned commanding.

"We're almost out of the Magic Association's territory now, let's find an island to land on!"

"Yes!" came the dazed reply, and the plane, which had been flying steadily, began its descent.

As the sea grew larger in their view, more and more people realized something was wrong, and the crew members panicked. But unable to open the cockpit door, they didn't understand what was happening.

Screaming, cursing, shouting, crying, getting up to smash the portholes, and even trying to open the cabin doors.

Then, the sudden swaying threw him into a daze.

"Hahahaha!! I love chaos!" Thousand Faces, listening to the commotion outside and watching the ground grow larger in his eyes, turned to his companions and said:

"Let's go, let's go outside. It's time to deal with that kid outside."

"No need, I'm here."

A burst of silver light shone down, and Bai Mo's figure appeared inside the driver's seat, while the outside instantly fell silent.

"Kid, just accept your death and you'll suffer less," a man with a rather sunny face said sinisterly.

He wasn't surprised by Bai Mo's sudden appearance, and his hands glowed with a crystalline light.

At the same time, another man who was blind in one eye had a crimson, eerie light in his eyes. Countless threads of curse appeared in the small driver's cab, and a huge, cursed ghost appeared, like a demon from hell, and quickly crawled toward him.

If it were just an ordinary high-level mage, even one of the same curse or mind magic users, being hit by this well-prepared magical combo would directly render them unable to fight and instantly lose their life.

"Void Illusion Armor!"

A set of sleek, handsome, and imposing armor appeared on Bai Mo's body. He had Ding Yumin test the armor's mental protection capabilities, and it could block anything except those at the highest level.

Ignoring the incoming mind-based magic and cursed phantoms, he glanced out the window; the ground was only a dozen meters above the horizon. With a wave of his hand, the driver's side door opened.

He threw the three pilots out, and then instantly, his eyes flashed with a strong silver light, a circle of silver spatial lines spread out, and countless thoughts fixed everyone on the plane in the air.

At that moment, the curses and mental magic that had been upon her suddenly dissipated, like waves crashing against rocks. The gentle force, aside from shattering herself, caused no other harm.

"How is that possible? Even if you have strong mental power, you can't possibly withstand my mind control!" the sunny man exclaimed in disbelief.

For a mage specializing in mind magic, the fact that their magic has no effect on someone is undoubtedly a huge blow.

"BOOM!!!!"

The plane crashed to the ground, leaving a long ditch in the shallows of the island. The violent impact interrupted the other person in blue who was about to say something.

Bai Mo stood steadily, his feet gleaming with an earthy yellow light. With a flick of his wrist, countless musical notes coalesced.

"The Howling of Chaotic Souls!"

The sound strings struck the two of them, but left no mark. Yet, endless demonic sounds echoed wildly in their minds.

It was like a carnival of gods and demons, a secret conversation of ghosts and monsters, a tsunami, and a storm.

The powerful tide of sound constantly stirred their mental world, interrupting their magic and disrupting their nebula.

"gun!"

With a flash of silver light, the silver hairpin spear appeared directly in his hand. Without the slightest hesitation, a dazzling silver light, sharp and gleaming, pointed towards the mind-based mage.

"Hmph! Don't think you can kill me!" The blue-robed man with a mind-based aura sneered. He really hadn't expected that Bai Mo was a sound-based mage, and such a powerful one at that.

But he wasn't a complete novice with no combat experience either.

Suddenly, an ice-white shield appeared in front of him, as solid as ancient ice that had been frozen for thousands of years.

At the same time, the same color of Xuanbing Armor also covered his body. This was a shield magic tool and armor magic tool that Qianmian bought at a high price. It was equivalent to a small set. Even if a high-level lightning arm hit him, he could easily block it.

Bai Mo's eyes shone with undiminished divine light, his palm surged with demonic energy, and the spear light on his silver spear shone even brighter. Its powerful penetrating force instantly pierced through the Xuanbing shield in front of him, and like a dragon emerging from its nest, it pierced through the thousand-faced Xuanbing armor and pierced through his chest.

The spear trembled slightly, and under the influence of the silvery-white spatial power, it was like an earth dragon turning over. The powerful tremor directly tore the blue-clad figure, who had been pierced by the silver hairpin spear, to pieces.

With a flick of his silver spear, he struck another man in blue, who was wearing demonic armor and trying to escape into the cabin. The force of the blow slammed him against the porthole, shattering it, and he crashed heavily to the ground.

A gentle breeze swirled beneath her feet, and with a light touch of her toes, Bai Mo's figure floated out and landed on the ground.

"Cough cough cough!" The one-eyed man lay on the ground, coughing heavily, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs splattering onto the sand in front of him.

The gray sand turned red, revealing the approaching white ink. Xie Feng never imagined that in just a few breaths, Qianmian, whom even he couldn't defeat, would die so easily!

"Please, please don't kill me! Whatever you want to know, I can tell you. I know a lot about the Black Vatican, I know Lord Salam's plans!"

"I'm not interested," Bai Mo said calmly, raising his gun. Instantly, the one-eyed man's eyes flashed with even more madness, and he shouted:

"I know of a wind vein! A major wind vein! I can't believe it."

The one-eyed man stared in disbelief at the silver spear before him, its tip embedded in his throat, and a powerful spatial tremor instantly emanated from it.

His head was blown off. He couldn't believe that this scion of a noble family, this mage with wind element, would be so indifferent to a great wind vein that could bring in a fortune and a powerful primordial soul seed!

(End of this chapter)