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

Chapter 156 Just Forget It

"Smile! Success and fame aren't the goal."

Just as Mu Nujiao was about to take Bai Mo back to his room, his phone, which was lying to the side, rang. It was an incoming call.

She felt the singing sounded familiar, like Bai Mo himself was singing.

The screen lit up, displaying Lingling's name.

The familiar ringtone woke the person on his lap. Bai Mo opened his eyes and first saw two larger and closer round mounds, and then Mu Nujiao's face.

He blinked, his eyes exceptionally innocent.

With a wave of his hand, the phone flew into his palm. He glanced at the caller ID and clicked to answer.

"Lingling, what's wrong?"

"The hunting party has received a strange mission and wants to discuss it with you."

"A strange mission?" Bai Mo's attention was not on this; his head was firmly resting on his lap, his eyes focused.

You'll see when you get here.

"All right."

He suddenly sat up straight, but couldn't move. He was held down.

Mu Nujiao glanced at him indifferently, leaned her slightly forward body against the sofa, and then released her hands that were holding him.

"Alright, get up."

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Bai Mo straightened up with a look of regret on his face.

I'm going out for a bit.

"Hmm." Mu Nujiao pursed her lips, trying not to look at his head for too long.

Bai Mo didn't sense anything unusual. A dazzling silver constellation descended, and he instantly appeared outside.

A level 5 wind surged forth, and Bai Mo completely transformed into a pale white wind, which then traveled to the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds.

As soon as I entered, I saw Lingling sitting behind the bar and Old Man Bao leaning to one side.

When the two saw Bai Mo enter, their expressions were quite strange. Old Man Bao was alright; despite his advanced age, he still maintained his image and was quite knowledgeable.

Although I didn't quite understand why Bai Mo had two pigtails sticking up in the air, upon closer inspection, they were quite unique.

Lingling remained silent, her gaze increasingly strange as she scrutinized Bai Mo's head. She had never worn such a small bun when she was a child.

Bai Mo felt that this scene seemed familiar, so he tilted his head in confusion.

"What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me?"

He's fine when he doesn't tilt his head, but when he does, even with his weird hairstyle, his delicate and handsome face gives Lingling a silly yet cute feeling.

Unable to hold back her laughter any longer, Lingling picked up her phone and quickly snapped a picture before he could ask.

Sensing something was wrong, Bai Mo took out a mirror from his spatial storage. When he saw a rather symmetrical, bull-horn-like braid on one side of his head, he realized that...

He fell silent, his expression shifting before returning to calm as he immediately recalled the effects of the level 5 wind track.

He merged with the wind, traveling with it. Once he was certain that he had transformed into the wind and his form would be completely invisible, he began to survey the hunting grounds.

Very good, besides Lingling and Old Man Bao, there's no one else.

Neither Bao Laotou nor Lingling are idiots; they won't publicize this. Even if Jiaojiao, the instigator, keeps the pictures, she'll most likely enjoy them alone.

This isn't social death; it's just showing another side of yourself to those close to you.

In any case, the unpleasant feeling completely disappeared after he forgot about it for a second.

Bai Mo calmly removed the two hair rings, put them on his wrist, and then walked to the bar. He didn't ask Lingling to delete the photos; his first words were...

"An iced cola."

"Actually, it's quite pretty."

"Huh? What are you talking about? Why are you laughing so happily?" Bai Mo looked completely confused.

"Keep pretending."

Lingling toned down her unrestrained smile, turned around, poured him a glass of iced cola, and placed a letter of authorization in front of him.

On his way here, Bai Mo had already figured out what Lingling's strange request was, and now, seeing it again, he was even more certain.

He glanced at it briefly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lingling drinking cola as well.

So he said, "Children shouldn't drink this; it has no nutritional value and will only make them fat."

"You're not my brother-in-law yet, so stop talking nonsense. What do you think this request is all about?" Lingling rolled her eyes.

Bai Mo pushed the power of attorney towards him, took a sip of water, and then said, "What could it be? This kid's been targeted."

"He's the same age as you, and you call him 'kid'?" Lingling was speechless. "Who's targeting him?"

"The Black Vatican, what do you think?"

"I also think it's them. Mo Fan was the last custodian of the Earthly Sacred Spring. After the Earthly Sacred Spring was given to him, it disappeared. No matter what the reason, the Black Vatican will believe that the Earthly Sacred Spring is on him."

Lingling agreed, then asked, "So, what do you think of this request?"

Tell Mo Fan to make his own decision.

Bai Mo took out his phone and looked at another task he had recently accepted.

Sweep away the Black Vatican in Shanghai.

Shanghai is a large city, and there are quite a few members of the Black Vatican in blue robes hidden here. Even among Salang's subordinates, there are four or five.

The Spark Trial Network has already found many traces of the Shanghai Black Vatican, and now all that's left is to make arrests, hence this mission.

However, the mission had not yet started, so the information such as the names and locations of the people to be apprehended, which would have been provided later, was not sent to the person who accepted the mission.

This is a multi-person independent mission, and many people can accept the mission, but every Black Vatican member assigned to be eliminated is arranged by the system.

Now, the task has changed; the prompt "waiting to start" has been changed to "coming soon."

Bai Mo believed that the trial would use Mo Fan as bait to lure out the Blue Robe, and that the plan to wipe out the Black Vatican might be a ruse. The real, clandestine force was the Spark Trial Network, employing a two-pronged approach to eradicate the Black Vatican.

Lingling glanced at Bai Mo and then called Mo Fan.

He arrived quickly and, after a few words, understood the whole story. Unsurprisingly, he decided to protect himself.

And asked Bai Mo to protect Ye Xinxia.

"Bai Mo isn't good at protecting people. I'll arrange this for Da Sheng; he's a professional."

Before Bai Mo could refuse, he heard Old Man Bao speak.

"Bai Mo, why don't you protect me?"

Nodding slightly, Mo Fan looked at Bai Mo and said with a grin.

"I have other matters to attend to. The Inquisition has already noticed that the Black Vatican is going to take action against you, and they have taken action as well. You cannot have anyone too powerful around you."

"No way? So you're saying I'm bait!?"

"What do you think? Let's hurry up and improve our skills. I bet they'll make their move during the main campus assessment, when the school will be in chaos."

Bai Mo glanced at him and added, "Some students from Bo City have also entered Pearl Academy. The Black Vatican might not directly target you, so you'd better give them some warnings. Even if you're afraid, it's better than being completely unprepared."

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan's expression turned serious, and he nodded emphatically, "I understand!"

After speaking, he turned and left, intending to return to school to improve his skills.

The following evening, Bai Mo, who was having a long-distance chat with Ding Yumin using the sound system, heard Ai Tutu shout loudly in the previously quiet room.

"Holy crap, someone almost died at our Qing campus! I heard it was Mo Fan who did it!"

"TuTu, it's time to focus on your spiritual practice; stop worrying about these gossips."

"Hehe, Sister Mu, how did you feel yesterday?"

"How does it feel?"

"I can see the feeling of being pillowed. The hair ring is still in Bai Mo's hand."

"I've started cultivating, let's not talk about these things."

"No, it's tiring to meditate upright, I want to lie down. Hey, Sister Mu, yours seems to have gotten bigger."

Bai Mo silently withdrew his sound probe; listening any longer would be inappropriate.

Bai Family Manor.

Ignoring the secret observations of the Bai family head and his mother, Bai Mo led Ding Yumin to the hollow willow.

Behind them followed a two-meter-tall divine beast, Bai Ze.

With Bai Mo leading the way, the hollow willow's domain easily allowed them to enter.

"You've never seen a hollow willow tree before, have you?" Bai Mo quietly watched the two totem beasts interact.

"This is my first time here."

The willow branches rustled without wind, their movements creating a continuous, fragmented sound, as if they were telling Bai Ze something.

"Yo!"

Bai Ze let out a soft cry, and suddenly a soft, mysterious radiance shone from his body. The radiance fell on the hollow willow and then connected to Ding Yumin's totem device.

Suddenly, the totem hanging around Ding Yumin's neck flew up and transformed into a slowly unfurling scroll.

The scroll has a light white-gold color, surrounded by wispy clouds, making it look mysterious and extraordinary.

When Bai Mo and Ding Yumin's eyes fell on the scroll, they saw the shadow of a willow tree projected onto it.

As the perspective shifts, amidst the blurry light and shadow, the once ordinary willow tree suddenly transforms into a towering structure, thousands of meters tall. Majestic and imposing, it seems like an unshakeable pillar supporting the heavens, with its branches cascading down like a silver river from the sky.

The perspective shifts again, and beyond the towering tree, a tsunami rolls, obscuring the sky.

Countless willow branches spread out and danced in the air, piercing through endless, bizarre, and enormous demons.

Before the two could take a closer look, the scroll flashed and transformed back into a pendant, landing on Ding Yumin.

At the same time, the totem light on Bai Ze and the hollow willow suddenly disappeared.

Bai Mo didn't notice any changes in the hollow willow, but Bai Ze's aura fluctuated, as if he had gained something.

"What was that just now?" Bai Mo asked Ding Yumin.

"The totem's new ability, Bai Ze's Hundred Beasts Diagram," Ding Yumin said after closing her eyes and sensing it for a moment. "It now has the ability to recreate the scenes of some creatures before they died."

"The scene before death!" Bai Mo's pupils contracted as he recalled the giant tree that was ten thousand meters tall, its imposing presence that covered the sky and the waves that obscured the horizon.

"Hmm!" Ding Yumin nodded emphatically, glanced at him, and knew what he was thinking. She herself was also shocked. What kind of calamity could have destroyed this powerful totem?

Bai Mo calmed down quickly. After Bai Ze had seen the hollow willow, Zhuang Xingyan, who had been secretly observing, immediately appeared and invited Ding Yumin to stay for dinner.

The meal was prepared by the family chef, which suggests that this adorable elder who enjoys cooking is quite self-aware of his culinary skills.

It would be inappropriate to claim that he was the one who did all of this, but Bai Mo didn't say anything because she was his mother.

The meal was very satisfying, and the two returned to the courtyard in the afternoon.

Having just acquired a new skill, Ding Yumin needs to dedicate herself to cultivation for a period of time.

(End of this chapter)