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

Chapter 197 Physical Examination

Bai Mo was very satisfied with the gift and did not feel that it was inferior to the National Government Ticket.

Because anything that can increase control costs at least one Soul Seed. If the seller needs it urgently, the price can be much higher.

Seeing the four characters "Secret Method of Sand Core" on the cover, Bai Mo opened it without hesitation, asking questions as he flipped through the pages:

"Qingqing, have you ever practiced this Sand Core Secret Technique?"

"This secret technique is not available in the Trial Committee." Leng Qing smiled, implying that it might be Tang Zhong's private collection or a family secret technique of the Tang family.

Even the infamous Lu family possesses a family secret technique called Hunter Eye, which can detect traces of magic. The Mu clan goes without saying, and the Bai family also has one, but Bai Mo cannot cultivate it now.

Some secret techniques also circulate in society, mostly sold by impoverished clans and families in ancient times, and basically none of them are complete.

"I obtained this by chance. Some members of the Tang family have also tried to cultivate it, but they didn't have enough materials, so the effect was not good," Tang Zhong said with a light laugh.

Bai Mo nodded casually and flipped through the book.

It turned out that what Tang Zhong said was true; the materials were hard to come by, but the rest was quite simple, and any pharmacist who knew a little about medicine could handle it.

In this Sand Core Secret Technique, the so-called Sand Core refers to the core of the White Sand Demon Soldier in the Sand River. Only general-level White Sand Demon Soldiers can drop this kind of Sand Core, while servant-level ones are very rare.

Furthermore, what is needed is not just one sand core, but 343, and also a commander-level remnant soul or essence, which is simple for Bai Mo.

He now possesses thirteen commanding spirits, all contributed by the mountain people during his time in Fancheng.

These materials can be reduced, but reducing them means the effect will be greatly reduced, and it will not be enough to significantly improve the control of the earth element.

However, such secret methods are often one-time only; if they don't work out the first time, there is no chance to try again.

Sha Wanghe and Bai Mo planned to go with Mo Fan to get everything done. Moreover, with them as bait, the efficiency of killing demons should be much faster.

With the matter settled in Lin'an, Bai Mo, feeling he had gained quite a bit, returned to Shanghai with Ding Yumin.

As the autumn rains bring cooler temperatures, the Pearl University campus is bustling with activity in October, as everyone prepares for the National University nomination competition.

This tense atmosphere is reflected in the leaderboard as the challenges become increasingly fierce.

In the villa community near Mingzhu Academy, a melodious and enchanting sound emanated from a traditional Chinese courtyard, which could be heard by some nearby Mingzhu students.

As the people nearby were drawn to the dreamlike sound, they saw a crimson and white phoenix of fire soaring into the sky from the small courtyard, burning into a vast expanse of fiery clouds!

A beautiful and majestic aura permeated the air, only to vanish in an instant.

After experiencing his own sound-based galaxy, Bai Mo opened his eyes and saw Ding Yumin, who was radiating anger. He couldn't help but laugh:

"I never expected that we would break through together."

"Mm." Ding Yumin glanced at him and nodded gently.

The weather in October wasn't cold. Ding Yumin was wearing a thin, form-fitting nightgown that accentuated her round, perky breasts and revealed her slender waist through the fabric in the light.

She sat there cross-legged, her upper body alone revealing her full curves. Bai Mo felt that through the thin fabric of her clothes, he could almost see the shimmering spring light hidden beneath.

Bai Mo blinked, feeling that he must have been infected by her breakthrough aura, and reached out to pull her over, speaking in the tone of someone who had been through it all.

"I've heard that once all three elements reach a high level, a mage's body undergoes some changes. Let me check you out."

"???"

"What's wrong?"

Why don't you examine yourself?

"You can't find this kind of problem yourself." Bai Mo remained calm and continued to make up stories, not afraid that those magic theory masters would vomit blood if they heard him.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "If you feel it's unfair, you can let me check it."

She rolled her eyes at the person, pursed her lips, and noticed that a pair of hands had somehow ended up on her waist.

She glanced at the sky and said quietly, "Then let's do a check-up. We can't do anything else; I still need to practice my evil body."

"Okay!" Bai Mo's eyes lit up, and he was immediately overwhelmed with work.

Qingtian Hunting Ground

Lingling looked at Mo Fan, "Vampires? Wait a minute, they're not easy to find these days. But I know Dasheng has been catching them a lot these past two years, so he should have some clues. I'll ask around for you."

"That's wonderful, Lingling!" Mo Fan exclaimed, then added:

"By the way, I want to get a contracted beast."

"Seriously? Is it that complicated?" Bai Mo stood at the entrance of the courtyard, looking at Ding Yumin.

"Hmm, to condense the essence of the evil body, I need a quiet, dark place. I plan to go home; there's been no one there for a long time."

"How long will it take?"

"One week."

Bai Mo nodded slightly upon hearing this, "That's good, otherwise everyone would have gone mad from being locked up. By the way, was it successful once the Evil Body's essence was condensed?"

"No, after the origin of the evil body is condensed, it needs to be cultivated in a place with rich evil and yin energy for a period of time before it can be successfully condensed."

At this point, Ding Yumin hesitated for a moment before continuing, "After the evil body is formed, it needs to kill to vent its evil thoughts, so this place cannot be in a city."

"See you in a week. Be careful." Bai Mo nodded, having made up his mind. He waved and turned to leave.

Head to the Pearl Mage Tower, find Huo Tuo to obtain your Winged Magic Tool, and then fly back to Jinyuan Apartment.

Mu Nujiao focused on preparing for the nomination competition. Except for meals and washing up, she was basically in her room and could not be seen by anyone.

He's gotten quite close to Ai Tutu, and this cloud driver has now officially gotten his hands on a car.

Sikong sent word that traces of a creature matching his requirements had been found near Leizhou, and the Bai family head also informed him that they were organizing people to search for it.

Bai Mo wanted to see if he could find the lightning-type contracted beast they were looking for at home after he returned from this trip.

However, if it's just a trace, I still feel like I need to go and find it myself.

He wasn't afraid that the Sikong family wanted to swallow up this contracted beast, since there wasn't even a hint of it yet. Besides, Sikong Wen had found it in his own name; did they really intend to seize the young master's possessions?

After a week of cultivation, the first thing I received wasn't a text message from Ding Yumin announcing her completion of seclusion, but a call from Mo Fan.

"I can follow you, but there are conditions," Bai Mo said.

"What are the conditions?"

"Who went this time?" Bai Mo asked instead of answering.

"I am Zhao Manyan, the one with the blond hair when you led the team to the capital. There's also Zhang Xiaohou, my childhood friend, Lingling, and Chen Ying, a member of Zhao Manyan's clan. She knows a bit about that place."

"Okay, I'll need you all to come along for this." Bai Mo nodded slightly and explained that he needed them as bait.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Mo Fan exclaimed in surprise, "No way! I'm just a lowly mid-level mage!"

"Intermediate level is better," Bai Mo said, and then Lingling's voice came from the other end, "Bai Mo, are you hunting White Sand Demons? I think we're lacking a mind mage, why don't you take Sister Yu Mian with you?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo wasn't surprised that Lingling could guess. He had told Lingling about the Sand Core Secret Technique, and he had given a copy of the technique to Leng Qing, which was originally intended for the family. He was considering whether he could find a soul seed for Ding Yumin in the northern corner of Zhuoyuan.

"I'll call her. Perfect timing, she's coming out of seclusion today." Bai Mo said casually, looking at the message from Special Concern, then asked, "When are you leaving?"

"I booked a flight for tomorrow."

Liangzhou, the land of Dunhuang.

On this vast and magnificent land dwell the purest and oldest creatures in the country. They can be considered native to Kyushu, considering that many of the demons and monsters in the country are of foreign origin.

The most famous of them all is the lizard demon tribe in Dongting Lake.

The endless yellow sands have buried countless brilliant magical treasures of this civilization, none of which are known to humankind.

With Ding Yumin's mind-based abilities leading the way, even in the land of Dunhuang, where there were Sand Howling Tigers even more ferocious than Bloodthirsty Demon Wolves, they quickly arrived at the area where the Sand River was located.

The Shawang River is a plateau stream that has been dry for countless years. Over the years, wind erosion has sculpted it into a vast expanse. Even at its narrowest point, it stretches for over ten kilometers. On a map, the Shawang River resembles an earthen dragon, lying across the land of Dunhuang and spanning half of Liangzhou!

"This is the legendary Shawang River? It doesn't look like anything special."

Looking at the peaceful plain before me, or more accurately, the sand sea that has sunk into the continental shelf, because simply calling it a river seems inadequate to describe its vastness and breadth.

Even though it was wide, it didn't seem dangerous, so Zhao Manyan spoke nonchalantly, the calm journey completely easing his vigilance.

Lingling didn't say anything, but simply took out a piece of a demon beast's leg and threw it into the sand river.

Then, layers of sand burst open, and three-meter-tall half-giants wielding sand blades stood up and instantly devoured the flesh and blood.

Ignoring the shock of Zhao Manyan and the others, Feng Ling appeared beside Bai Mo and said calmly, "Let's go in."

"Mo Fan, remember what we agreed on. You guys are in charge of luring the monsters, and I'll kill them. All the spirits below the Commander level are yours."

Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan, and the others turned pale upon hearing this. How could they have known there were so many White Sand Demon Soldiers!

Luring monsters? Isn't that just like a package delivered to your door?

"I, I'm telling you, Bai Mo, maybe we should take it easy, I don't want to die!" Mo Fan exclaimed.

"These white sand demon soldiers are all elemental demons. Don't be scared by those just now. There are probably only so many in that area," Bai Mo said. "At the beginning, the demons were quite concentrated, so you didn't need to attract them. So hurry up and adapt, kill the demons. Once you've killed enough, you won't be afraid anymore. After all, you're already here."

Seeing Bai Mo's insistence, the others had no choice but to cross the Shawang River, as a battle was inevitable.

So Bai Mo led the way, followed by Ding Yumin, and the group slowly walked into the endless sand.

Zhao Manyan and Mo Fan's legs were trembling, but Zhang Xiaohou, who often did this kind of dangerous work, was alright.

Yaya yaya~~~

Bai Mo's footsteps were not heavy, and the people behind him were even lighter, but the subtle sounds were so clear to the ears of those behind him.

"Boom~~~~~~!"

Before they had taken more than a few steps, sand exploded around them, and more than thirty white sand demon soldiers appeared instantly, densely packed like a city wall, surrounding them completely.

Mo Fan and the others turned pale instantly, forgetting all about casting magic. Lingling, on the other hand, looked on with disdain.

Numerous white sand giants stood majestically like warriors, raising long swords powerful enough to cleave these people in two!

However, just when Zhao Manyan thought he was about to die at such a young age, he saw that the white sand demon soldiers who had raised the giant white swords were all unable to move.

Upon closer inspection, one would discover that a faint silver glow filled the space, and an invisible constraint firmly held them in place.

"Damn, that scared the hell out of me."

Before he could even finish his curse, Mo Fan saw the massive white sand demon soldiers surrounding them shatter one by one, the sand falling to the ground instantly forming a waterfall of quicksand, a truly spectacular sight!

In an instant, Mo Fan saw a large number of remnants of souls surge into the little mudfish, which made his eyes widen and he was no longer afraid.

The magical fluctuations awakened the giants slumbering in the sand river, and immediately more white sand giants gathered, all dragging long swords, like a troop of soldiers marching at full speed, orderly surrounding the group.

Bai Mo ignored the white sand giants, giving Mo Fan and the others plenty of time to react.

He looked at the egg-sized pebble in his hand, a white-gray color; this was the sand core. He hadn't expected one to emerge so quickly.

At that moment, facing the approaching white sand demon soldiers from all sides, flames immediately ignited on Ding Yumin's body. The pale white Nine Palaces Pillars rose up with a roar, like a magnificent palace of fire, pulverizing the white sand demon soldiers within their range.

Looking at the exaggerated nine-palace blazing flames, Mo Fan's eyes widened. This was the first time he had seen Ding Yumin use fire magic, and he had no idea that it was so much larger than his own nine-palace magic!

"Lingling, what's going on?" Mo Fan asked Lingling hurriedly.

"You idiot, hurry up and kill the demon! That's a natural talent, double the magic range!" Zhao Manyan shouted as he saw the white sand demon soldiers running up to him.

A holy shield of light was cast at almost the fastest speed he had ever seen in his life.

Zhang Xiaohou and Chen Ying reacted quickly, and a tornado and chains of ice were already striking the attacking White Sand Demon Soldiers.

The White Sand Demon Soldiers are a group of elemental demons; it wouldn't be wrong to say they are formed from sand.

Seeing another wave of White Sand Demon Soldiers being defeated, and even more White Sand Demon Soldiers gathering, Mo Fan and the others were already struggling to hold on.

Seeing this, Bai Mo decided to test his sonic abilities. With his sonic abilities reaching a high level, his perfect pitch was enhanced once again. Bai Mo felt that he could completely reverse the effect of the high-level magic, Soul-Teasing Melody, turning Soul-Teasing into Burial.

Countless sound waves gathered around Bai Mo, seemingly forming an invisible zither.

"Funeral Song!"

"Clang clang clang clang!!!!"

Then, a series of clear, powerful sounds pierced through the area within a mile, like the clash of swords, surrounding the more than one hundred White Sand Demon Soldiers from all directions.

With a rapid, powerful flick of both hands, the sound waves expanded even more quickly, converging into countless sonic blades and whips, forming waves and tidal waves that sharpened the air, sweeping towards the group of white sand demon soldiers like a tsunami.

Clang clang clang clang!

After a series of soft, rustling sounds, the white sand giants collapsed one after another, like dominoes falling from front to back. A cluster of giants, resembling a building complex, was reduced to ruins after this terrifying sonic boom!

"Wow, this is high-level sound magic, right? It's so awesome!" Zhao Manyan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise as he watched the destruction being so easily destroyed.

"Is the sound system that powerful? It makes me want to awaken my own sound system." Mo Fan scratched his head, feeling that it was very promising, and didn't forget to call on the little mudfish to collect the remnant soul.

"With a brain like yours, you should just stick to practicing Thunderfire." Zhao Manyan curled his lip in disdain.

Mo Fan couldn't hear anything at all, and kept summoning fragments of his soul. He felt that if he continued like this, he would catch up with Bai Mo sooner or later.

(End of this chapter)