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

Chapter 180 My Deceased Wife

"Okay, okay, I was being irresponsible, alright?"

Bai Mo didn't take it seriously, thinking about Ding Yumin's evil incarnation, wondering what it was like.

Whether his idea can be realized.

Not long after, a powerful mental wave surged outside, washing away Bai Mo's protective mental wind.

Feng Zhoulong also felt dizzy, but said as if he didn't care, "Your girlfriend's mental abilities are ridiculously strong. It feels like you can't hide anything from her."

"Oh"

Bai Mo didn't bother to talk to him. Sensing the movement inside the house, he flashed to the doorway.

The door to the meditation room opened, revealing the scene inside.

Even though the room was lit, Bai Mo felt inexplicably eerie, as if the light wasn't bright enough.

Ding Yumin stood quietly inside the door, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall. She wore a loose black sweatshirt, which made her skin look even whiter.

But her fair skin seemed to exude a faint, chilling quality. It wasn't normal fair skin, paired with her exquisitely beautiful yet expressionless face, and her eyes that stared at him without blinking.

Bai Mo felt as if the person in front of him was a ghost. In short, the person had a kind of beauty that was not of this world. It was cold but not too cold, like an old rag doll in a black and white photograph.

They're so cute you want to pinch them, but their appearance also makes you hesitant to get close.

For no apparent reason, a thought popped into Bai Mo's mind—my deceased wife has come back to life.

"How did you transform after absorbing a cursed substance?"

"Is it pretty?" a cool voice asked.

"It's so beautiful!"

"This is caused by the lingering effects of the cursed substance; it will be fine in a while."

Raising an eyebrow, Bai Mo put his arm around her shoulder, scrutinizing her closely.

"Wow, a limited edition! Not bad, let's take a picture to commemorate it."

He took out his phone and used his telekinesis to levitate in front of them, capturing a picture of a handsome man smiling brightly in the sun, and a beautiful woman smiling gently and quietly, yet revealing a somewhat eerie and cold quality.

After they finished their sweet talk, Feng Zhoulong walked over.

"How about it, how about this evil livelihood?"

Bai Mo then turned his phone to Ding Yumin, who nodded slightly.

"Very good. It's hard to explain in detail, so I'll demonstrate the simplest one."

Ding Yumin greatly admires researchers like Feng Zhoulong, and sometimes marvels at their ingenious ideas.

"The Haze of Fear - Wounds!"

Then, a dark red light suddenly flashed in Ding Yumin's pitch-black pupils, as she lightly glanced at the wooden chair beside her.

Countless dark red lines instantly covered the chair, and in the blink of an eye, the chair, which was perfectly fine, turned into dust.

"This is the corrupting power of evil fortune."

Feng Zhoulong nodded slightly and analyzed:

"This chair is made of copper-patterned wood. It can withstand an attack from a general-level demon without breaking, yet it was instantly annihilated by your curse. It seems that the Evil Fate technique is indeed very effective."

"That's settled then, Lao Feng. I'll take my deceased wife out to get some sunshine."

Bai Mo said something and then pulled Ding Yumin, who was rolling her eyes, away, leaving Feng Zhoulong alone to ponder the meaning of his deceased wife.

Ding Yumin knew what this guy was thinking. The cold aura around her had long since dissipated; this person was only concerned about her evil spirit incarnation.

Sure enough, as soon as they came outside, they saw that he had set up a soundproof barrier around himself, and a greeting immediately came out.

"So, how are you going to train that evil spirit avatar?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Why? I'm just concerned about you. You don't actually think I only have Sese on my mind, do you?"

Bai Mo's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief, her gaze questioning, "How could you think of me like that?"

She rolled her eyes at him, but Ding Yumin remained unmoved.

"Tell me quickly!" Bai Mo reached out and hooked his arm around her neck, bringing his head very close to urge her on.

"Beg me."

"Please,"

"The curse needs to be infused into the bodies of other living beings and then extracted. In this way, the curse will have a life force. About a thousand such curses are needed. This is the first step in creating an evil spirit incarnation."

"Oh, what kind of life form? Will an insect work?" Bai Mo reached out and caught a caterpillar from the tree, about to place it in Ding Yumin's hand.

Ding Yumin glanced at the caterpillar, and instantly the green worm turned into a dark red one, then began to spin silk onto Bai Mo's arm.

"This is the Evil Life Soul Manipulation technique, which I developed by combining it with mind magic. It won't work on such weak life forms."

"Alright, then we'll just have to find demons. A thousand isn't too many."

Bai Mo glanced at the worm in his hand that had turned green again. The curse had been withdrawn by Ding Yumin, but the caterpillar seemed to be fine.

"How come it didn't die?"

"I can control the curse that has tainted me; whether I live or die is up to me."

Wow, that's awesome.

Giving a thumbs-up, Bai Mo casually put the insect back on the tree and asked:

"And what's the second step?"

"A portion of my soul is needed to take over the evil body."

"Like the hair ring you gave me back then?"

"almost."

Nodding, before Bai Mo could ask any further questions, she heard her say:

"Let's go back to Jiangcheng."

"Huh? Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden? Lingling will call me when the battle starts."

"No, I can save those who are afflicted by the cursed poison."

"How can we save her? Lingling said that the Spirit Blood Grass can't be used for now. The poison was caused by a curse, so we need to eliminate the curse first and then the poison."

After she finished speaking, Bai Mo suddenly realized what she meant and looked at her with some surprise.

"Can your curse counteract that curse?"

"It should work, but not by restraint."

Ding Yumin shook her head slightly and slowly explained:

"Evil Fate is very domineering. People infected by Evil Fate, if they have a curse, will be assimilated by Evil Fate. I can't control the curse on them, but I can control the curse of Evil Fate."

Bai Mo was somewhat surprised, but he immediately guessed that this was probably a power bestowed by the demon, and he also instantly understood Ding Yumin's thoughts.

Will it harm those people?

In Bai Mo's opinion, some people are really awful. They may not hate the disease that caused their death, but they definitely hate the doctor who did not treat them well.

Some people take it for granted no matter how good you are to them, but if you do something wrong, they will see you as an unforgivable sinner.

Ding Yumin glanced at him, guessed what he was thinking, and gently shook her head.

"No, but the damage the curse poison caused them before cannot be made up for."

"Alright, let's go to Jiangcheng."

Bai Mo immediately said that, in fact, he was more concerned about those who had been infected with the plague than about how the authorities would deal with the water unicorn, especially the teachers and students who had tested the poison on themselves.

Regardless of their initial intentions, this behavior is already worthy of respect.

Bai Mo knew for sure that he wouldn't have done that if he were in that situation.

After flying directly to Jiangcheng and meeting up with Lingling, Bai Mo called Bai Mei to tell her that he had a solution to the plague. He then led them to a secluded area where Dean Lin was located.

The area that was cordoned off was not open to just anyone. After the notice was given, Bai Mei came to lead them in.

When they arrived at their temporary workplace, there was an empty rest room where Dean Lin was waiting. Also waiting inside were two people of similar age to Dean Lin.

"Is this the source information of the plague that you found?"

As soon as Bai Mo and his two companions entered the room, they saw a middle-aged man with thinning hair standing next to Dean Lin ask them a question. His bright, clear eyes scrutinized the three of them, as if searching for anything special about them.

"I don't think anyone would dare to impersonate the reputation of our Qingtian Hunting Grounds."

Lingling raised her chin, somewhat displeased with the old man's questioning.

"Haha, kid, don't worry about it. I'm just an old man who's curious."

The little old man with thinning hair smiled slightly and said kindly.

"This is the dean of the White Magic Academy of Jiangzhe University, and this is Han Ji, the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association."

Dean Lin gestured to the elderly man with thinning hair, and to Han Ji, who had been standing silently to the side, thin but with a unique air of dignity.

The president of the Clock Tower Magic Association had been observing Ding Yumin ever since Bai Mo and his companions entered. Bai Mo and his companion naturally noticed this, but didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, Ding Yumin's talent had already been brought under control.

After introducing the two, Dean Lin turned his gaze to Bai Mo and said directly:

"Dean He is a master of the psychic arts, but even he can't deal with that curse. Bai Mo, you say you have a way, is that true?"

Thus, the three old men, though not young, with sharp eyes, all focused their attention on Bai Mo.

Nodding, Bai Mo reached out and pulled Ding Yumin, who was half a step behind him, to the front, explaining:

"This is my girlfriend, Ding Yumin. She is a curse mage and has just obtained a powerful curse substance that can assimilate the curses of others."

"Nonsense! Doing this is just another way to die. Do you want your girlfriend to become a ruthless murderer?!"

No sooner had Bai Mo finished speaking than the old man from the Imperial Capital Academy immediately rebuked him, his face full of rejection and disapproval of the method.

"Old man He! Don't be so impulsive like a child, let Bai Mo finish what he has to say!"

Dean Lin patted the table next to him, signaling the sparse-haired, irritable old man to quiet down.

Old He grunted. Although he was more interested in figuring out how to save the person, he patiently quieted down and muttered to himself,

"Look at the nonsense you've come up with, you young upstart."

Then he fell completely silent.

Bai Mo couldn't hear his mutterings and, at Dean Lin's prompting, continued:

"Yu Mian has a strong control over her curses and will not harm those people. She only needs to wait for her cursed substances to assimilate the curses on those people before she can draw out the power of the curses."

"In this way, the curse on those infected with the plague will be lifted. The remaining poison should be neutralized with the Spirit Blood Grass, right, Dean Lin?"

"able!"

Dean Lin nodded immediately, a glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes. Old man Han Jihe beside him felt the same way, both hoping this method would actually work.

The feeling of having powerful cultivation but being unable to deal with this plague was truly unbearable.

"I'll be right back!" Old Man He said, and his figure disappeared instantly, like a television that suddenly stopped working. He flashed and reappeared.

But when he reappeared, there was another person in front of him.

This is a woman who looks to be in her forties, lying on a mattress on the floor. Her hair is a mix of black and white gray.

It can be seen that her face, which should have been a normal fair complexion, has now turned into a dark white with abnormal red lines.

Her body was withered and shriveled, and her breathing was labored and unusually clear, like the panting of an ox. Her mouth was wide open, as if it were no longer under her control.

She saw the person in the room and seemed to want to get up, but she couldn't. She wanted to smile apologetically, but instead, she made a hideous and eerie expression on her face.

"This is the head of the Healing Department at Jiangzhou Academy. She has been infected with the plague. Young lady, why don't you give her a try?"

Old Man He introduced the middle-aged woman's identity, and then spoke to Ding Yumin in a completely different, gentle tone:

"Don't be afraid, they are all volunteers and hope to find a solution. Even if they fail, no one will blame you."

"Heh~ Heh~~" The middle-aged woman lying on the mattress also made two sounds like fingernails scratching her head. Her still bright eyes turned to Ding Yumin and blinked slightly, as if to affirm what Old Man He had said.

"I see."

Ding Yumin nodded seriously, walked over and sat down next to the middle-aged woman, and stretched out her hand, hovering in front of the middle-aged woman.

Her originally calm and composed demeanor subtly transformed into a cold and sinister aura, radiating an aura of dominance that could rule over everything, with a hint of dark red in her eyes.

Upon seeing this, the three old men in the room all lit up.

They were all highly skilled, and when they first met Ding Yumin, they only needed to glance at her briefly to know what this girl's major was.

Therefore, they did not have high expectations for the power of her curse, but seeing this aura now, it was indeed extraordinary, far exceeding her current cultivation level.

Meanwhile, the changes on Ding Yumin's side continued. Five threads of cursed energy emerged from her fingers, like living insects, slowly burrowing into the middle-aged woman's body. Gradually, strands of cursed patterns with black markings, resembling ivy, spread along the middle-aged woman's wrists and covered her body.

Upon seeing this, Old Man He, who was closest to the middle-aged woman, narrowed his eyes, keeping a close eye on her to prevent any accidents from happening.

However, as expected, although the waiting process was quite long, the power of evil destiny continued to systematically assimilate the original curse on the middle-aged woman.

The lines of evil fortune systematically covered the middle-aged woman's entire body, gradually covering the lines on her face as well.

After completing this step, Ding Yumin breathed a long sigh of relief.

"receive!"

A cold and authoritative decree was issued, and her fingers, hovering above the middle-aged woman, moved as she made a hand seal.

Then, the lines on the middle-aged woman's body seemed to come alive, flowing out of her skin and gathering on one of Ding Yumin's fingernails.

Dye your nails red.

(End of this chapter)