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

Chapter 169 The Master Deceiver, the Junior Mentor

"Um?!"

Sikong Wen's eyes widened suddenly as he quickly realized what was happening. Unlike the taciturn Ye Xing, he rolled his eyes rather rudely.

"Stop messing around, what happened? We escaped! I don't remember anything about it!"

"They escaped."

Bai Mo nodded affirmatively, gestured for him to look around, and then began to explain to him what had just happened.

"After realizing that you were all under that guy's curse and were not in your right mind, I immediately teleported and took everyone away from Cursed Raven Island."

"Really?" Sikong asked, feeling like he was dreaming. "That Blood-Eyed Cursed Raven leader didn't come after us?!"

"No, it's eager to advance."

"Did it successfully advance? And what about the curse on us? Such a powerful commander inflicted such a curse; Miss Ding probably can't break it, right?"

Sikong Wen's doubts kept arising one after another.

"The curse disappeared on its own."

Bai Mo had an expression on his face that said, "You guys are so lucky."

"That Blood-Eyed Cursed Raven leader failed to advance, which is why the curse disappeared. Otherwise, even if we had led you out, you wouldn't know what would have become of you."

"I see!" Sikong nodded knowingly. After learning what had happened while he was unconscious, he looked around and found that they were on the opposite shore of Cursed Raven Island.

When your gaze falls on Cursed Raven Island, you can see that the once gloomy island no longer feels cold. The sun shines brightly on the island, leaving only an aura of desolation.

Therefore, he believed Bai Mo's statement even more. If it weren't like that, if the leader Blood-Eyed Cursed Crow hadn't died.

How come Cursed Raven Island looks so completely different now?!

That was so close!

Letting out a long breath, Sikong Wen sighed and turned his gaze towards Zhongshan Island.

"Let's go back."

They easily returned to Zhongshan City, just in time to catch a ship heading back to Shanghai. As for the private ship they had taken to Zhongshan Island, it had long been destroyed by the sea monsters.

Having no intention of staying on Zhongshan Island any longer, the group boarded the cruise ship and returned to Shanghai.

"Bai Mo, I, Sikong Wen, will remember this favor. Come to Leizhou sometime, and I'll show you around!" Sikong Wen said goodbye to Bai Mo at the port.

"Alright, hurry up and keep an eye out for lightning-type contracted beasts for me."

Bai Mo rolled his eyes. What kind of place is Leizhou?

This place is a battleground, with sea monsters and land monsters all connected. If it weren't for the abundance of lightning ore, probably no one would want to stay there, let alone take a stroll around.

He waved casually, got into a ride-hailing car, and the two returned to the courtyard.

This sea expedition lasted about a week, not too long. For those who were already used to Bai Mo suddenly disappearing, such as Mu Nujiao, Lingling, and the Bai family head...

I'm used to it now.

As soon as Ding Yumin returned to school, she defeated Dongfang Lie and took the top spot in the Fire Academy. She fought her way up step by step, and no one objected.

After posting an update indicating that he was still alive, Bai Mo sorted out his gains and felt that his mental strength was about to break through, but he was just short of time.

It just so happens that the current time is suitable for cultivation. The new year's exchange student program at Mingzhu has not yet started, so Bai Mo came to Dean Xiao's office building.

He hasn't planned to go to Feng Zhoulong to refine the cursed substance yet, because there's still one thing he hasn't gotten: the Blood Essence. The curse contained in this thing is very powerful, and if he's going to get it, he wants the best.

The door wasn't closed, and Bai Mo walked straight in.

The elderly man in the office was unusually not looking at a pile of documents, but leisurely watering a potted plant.

Bai Mo glanced at it; it was Yueyuehong.

Noticing someone enter, Dean Xiao turned around and saw Bai Mo. He was somewhat surprised and a smile appeared on his face.

"Where have you been lately? I was saying I needed to talk to you, but I didn't expect you to come here by yourself."

"I went to Zhongshan, what did the dean want with me?"

Dean Xiao nodded slightly and slowly returned to his desk to sit down.

"There's something I need to ask you. I've received information that someone is targeting Mo Fan. You're both from the Qingtian Hunting Grounds, so you should know each other."

"The circle of geniuses is often very small." Bai Mo nodded, not in a hurry to say the purpose of his visit.

"Haha." Dean Xiao chuckled, amused by the somewhat arrogant remark. He glanced at the man, then continued:

"Mo Fan has been included in the list of students for Mingzhu Academy's exchange program this year. Our school's exchange partner this year is Imperial Capital Academy. I would like to ask you to be the mentor for the team. Your cultivation level is sufficient."

Bai Mo's face showed an expression of no surprise; this was exactly what he had come to say today. Therefore, he readily agreed.

"Okay, I'll secretly follow them during their training."

Nodding slightly, Dean Xiao was very satisfied with Bai Mo's answer. After a moment of contemplation, a pair of silver-rimmed glasses suddenly appeared in his hand.

As soon as the glasses appeared, Bai Mo sensed something was wrong. He could feel the aura of magic and an extremely faint mental pressure emanating from them.

The silver glasses automatically floated in front of Bai Mo, who, at Dean Xiao's signal, took them.

"This is the Sleeping God Glasses, a magical artifact I used in my early years."

Dean Xiao gazed at the glasses and began to explain the magical artifact to Bai Mo.

"This magical artifact has no combat assistance or combat ability. Its only function is to exert two kinds of mental pressure on the wearer, namely the pressure equivalent to the initial stage of a major realm and the pressure at the peak of a major realm."

"Oh, so this is a torture device."

Bai Mo chuckled and teased, then put it away without any hesitation.

The soul imprint was branded on it very decisively.

Dean Xiao didn't take his joke to heart. In a way, this magical artifact was indeed similar to a torture device. You have to know that the mental pressure of a high-level cultivator is not easy to withstand.

With a slight smile, Dean Xiao continued to talk about the magical artifact.

"When you wear it, you will be subjected to pressure, which you can adjust freely. However, if you wear it in battle, this pressure will also restrict your magic, like dancing in shackles."

"I think you'll soon enter the fifth realm, and it should be able to provide some assistance to your spiritual cultivation for a period of time."

Bai Mo's eyes lit up slightly. This magical tool was quite good. No wonder he was the dean; aside from his crude behavior of fighting, his teaching skills were even more extraordinary.

Without the slightest hesitation, silver-rimmed glasses instantly appeared on his face.

This instantly accentuates Bai Mo's ethereal and mysterious aura.

Bai Mo felt as if he were standing in an abyss, with immense pressure falling on him from all directions. It was as if he was being entangled by countless vines, and he was instantly unable to move. It seemed as if even a single thought took thousands of years to form.

He finally understood how those he controlled with his spatial powers felt.

Calming his mind, Bai Mo closed his eyes and mobilized his will to fight against this pressure. His unwavering will became a barrier, firmly resisting the powerful mental lock-on effect.

He slowly opened his eyes again, and the bright silver pupils in his eyes gradually returned to their original color. Before him stood Dean Xiao, who was gazing at him with a smile.

"Good, you've adapted so quickly. You have a strong ability to control your mind. How do you feel?"

"Great, that's powerful!"

In any dimensional magic, the spiritual realm cultivated is one aspect, while the cultivation of mental will and control over the mind is another.

Only by remaining unmoved by the eight winds, calm in the face of danger, and unfazed even when Mount Tai collapses before you, can you accurately utilize your magic.

Otherwise, no matter how high one's mental strength is, it's nothing more than a weak scholar wielding a peerless divine weapon and wearing a legendary armor to fight a war. No matter how sharp the weapon or how strong the armor, if one doesn't know how to use it, it will be useless and one cannot defeat the enemy.

Distracted by the mental pressure of the sleep-inducing glasses, Bai Mo casually asked, "When does the exchange student program start?"

"There are five days left. You can take a look at this list of personnel."

Dean Xiao took out a form and placed it on the table. Bai Mo leaned over to take a look, and it was exactly the same lineup as he remembered.

He nodded, said goodbye, and left.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw a familiar face – Bai Mei, who had awakened his powers. Bai Mo greeted him.

"Teacher Bai Mei, what a coincidence to run into you here."

"Oh, Bai Mo, long time no see." Bai Mei nodded slightly and said hurriedly, "The dean summoned me to Jiangcheng on a business trip, so I can't talk to you now."

Bai Mo smiled and responded, then continued walking out. Along the way, he noticed several teachers who also seemed to be looking for Dean Xiao.

He secretly felt fortunate that he had arrived early and Dean Xiao happened to be available; otherwise, he might have had to wait in line.

"Oh, it's the headmistress of the White Courtyard. I'm so lucky to meet her here. They say she's the most powerful healing mage in Shanghai."

"She has such an elegant demeanor; no wonder she's a healer."

Bai Mo twitched his ears; his extraordinary hearing as a sound-based mage allowed him to hear the conversation between two classmates in the distance.

He wasn't very curious; he glanced in that direction casually, but didn't see anything, so he continued walking out of Mingzhu School.

Upon arriving at the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds, I immediately saw Lingling at the bar.

"You skipped class again?"

"I have important business to attend to!" Lingling pointed to the rubbings of documents and murals from the ruins of Yelang Kingdom beside her, her eyes fixed on the computer. "And I don't want to talk to you."

"What's wrong?" Bai Mo asked, puzzled. He hadn't done anything unforgivable recently.

"You went to hunt demons without calling me," Lingling said, sounding a little annoyed.

"This time I was just helping someone out. I'll definitely do it next time!"

Bai Mo made a promise, his eyes fixed on the blueprints, using this as a way to change the subject.

"Aren't these deciphered yet?"

"Not so fast. I still have to go to school, take care of that idiot Mo Fan, and study."

Lingling said that the knowledge constantly filling her little head was the power that allowed her to walk safely in the wild.

"Oh," Bai Mo nodded, took out the totem pattern he had imprinted from his spatial storage, and began to patiently and persuasively assign tasks to the little girl.

"I found a totem during my recent trip, but it's either dead or it's not. This is a rubbing of the totem's mark that I made."

Bai Mo recounted how he and Ding Yumin discovered the totem, focusing on the images projected by the Bai Ze Hundred Beasts Diagram.

Lingling listened with a flicker of interest, but when Bai Mo suggested she investigate the totem's identity, she immediately refused.

"There are too many ancient totems, some with legends, some without. It's difficult for me to investigate based on just a pattern and your description of the image. Besides, I still have something I haven't deciphered. Moreover, we both know about the same things about totems."

Lingling paused, then said:

"Let's put this matter aside for now. Perhaps you can accumulate some essence and try to awaken it, then you'll know everything."

Bai Mo was a lazy person at heart, and seeing that the matter was back in his hands, he could only nod helplessly.

And decided to start the "go with the flow" approach, to ask Professor Shi when he had time, or to see when he could enter the Three-Step Pagoda Treasure Vault and see if this pattern and that feather were related.

He's accumulated a whole host of questions, but unfortunately Professor Shi isn't in Shanghai lately.

"What's wrong with your glasses?"

Seeing that he hadn't responded for a while, Lingling looked up and was then drawn to the glasses on Bai Mo's face.

"A magical artifact to aid in the cultivation of spiritual power."

Bai Mo gave a casual reply, sat in the hunting lodge for a while, and then went home.

Ding Yumin did not accompany the exchange student program trip; she was preparing to use this time to cultivate her curse-based skills.

When Bai Mo appeared in the team of the accompanying mentors, everyone except Mu Nujiao, who already knew, was somewhat surprised.

Bai Mo was quite famous at school; they all knew him.

"Cousin, how did you convince the dean to let you be a mentor?"

Bai Tingting asked timidly, still very curious about her cousin, whose rumors about her family had never stopped.

I've heard that the Lin family in Yaodu has been in close contact with their clan recently, all thanks to this cousin. Their family has also benefited a lot from it.

Bai Mo, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, crossed his arms, his face calm, putting on an air of aloofness, and said indifferently.

"When you have the ability, you'll naturally succeed."

"Oh," Bai Tingting nodded silently, feeling that her cousin was somewhat different from the rumors.

The group was stunned by this short sentence. Mingzhu Academy clearly stipulates that the minimum cultivation level of a mentor must be high-level.

Mu Nujiao rolled her eyes, completely unimpressed by this person's aloof demeanor.

Mo Fan was equally unconcerned; after several encounters, he had a general understanding of what kind of person Bai Mo was.

The mentor leading the team was Gu Han, who arranged everything very well.

Upon arriving in the capital, as expected, the group embarked on a tour around the capital at the suggestion of Professor Qiu Yuhua.

Bai Mo had never been to the capital, nor had he in his previous life.

Therefore, I listened with great interest to Qiu Yuhua's unique explanations about the world.

The Great Wall near the capital is very well preserved and has now become a famous tourist attraction in Kyushu.

Standing atop the ancient and imposing city wall, one sees lush green mountains in the distance and a sparse apricot grove nearby, its pale white blossoms covering the trees like feathers scattered across the branches.

A gentle breeze swept by, and snowflakes fell one by one onto the grass. Qiu Yuhua's words to Mo Fan about the Great Wall grew softer. This section of the wall no longer needed to fulfill its duty of guarding the land. The soldiers who stood guard here a thousand years ago, watching the snowflakes turn into apricot blossoms, have now become tourists coming and going.

It's a regret, but also a stroke of luck.

But that's precisely what makes it so precious.

Sensing the fluctuations in his emotions, Bai Mo immediately entered a slight meditative state, suppressing and calming these emotional turmoil while battling the Sleeping God Glasses.

(End of this chapter)