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

Chapter 203 The Evil Body Appears

He glided out in a nimble arc and appeared behind the Poisonous Corpse Minister.

He stopped and frowned. There was one downside to dealing with the undead: their undead crystals were hard to identify, and it was nighttime, so visibility was poor.

As a result, although his high-level variant spatial magic hit a vital point according to common sense, it did not seem to cause much damage.

"Sound String!"

Bai Mo reached out and flicked his wrist, unleashing a more concentrated and penetrating sonic probe that covered the poisonous corpse minister ahead.

Sensing the information brought back by the sound, Bai Mo's gaze instantly locked onto the most massive and thick part of the Poisonous Corpse Minister's abdomen.

There was something unusually hard there, possibly a crystal of the undead.

Meanwhile, the Poisonous Corpse Minister also noticed the white ink that had come from behind. Tentacles shot up from its back, and upon closer inspection, they turned out to be dark hemp ropes wrapped around its body, each one an unknown length.

In an instant, it leaped a hundred meters between Bai Mo and the poisonous corpse, swinging and crashing towards them like a battering ram.

"A chaotic dance of whips and strings!"

With a series of plucked strings, the power of the strings converged into whips, which danced and clashed with the incoming poisonous tentacles.

The vibrating sound waves scattered the tentacles formed from the hemp ropes, while silver starlight shone brightly on Bai Mo's body once again.

The powerful will solidified like deep-sea mithril, forming an immensely heavy spatial hammer.

The floating air outlined the shape of a giant octagonal hammer, and under Bai Mo's will, the massive hammer, as huge as a shooting star, shone with dazzling light.

With an aura that looked down upon ten thousand armies, accompanied by the sound of rolling thunder, and with unstoppable speed and the power to shatter gold and break stone, it smashed the defenses of the poisonous corpse minister like a city being destroyed, blasted apart a large area of ​​fleshy tentacles, and struck directly at the undead crystal in its abdomen.

With a deafening roar, a powerful force carved a massive hole, resembling a meteorite crater, into the body of the Poisonous Corpse Minister, shattering flesh and blood into countless fragments. The entire mountain of flesh collapsed as if it had lost its support, and a shimmering blue light rose up, signifying the true annihilation of this undead spirit.

A gust of wind roared, and Bai Mo easily dealt with the shrouded corpse general that was approaching the hillside again. He returned to the hillside and looked eastward again, where the person was approaching once more.

With less than 500 meters to go, Bai Mo frowned, turned to look at the little wind spirit idly spinning around on the ground, and said, "Little wind spirit, there's a human over there. Go and bring him over."

"Hmph~"

Upon hearing that there was something to do, Feng Ling was no longer bored. She took flight and, in the blink of an eye, flew to the person Bai Mo had indicated. Before he could react, she waved her hand.

In the blink of an eye, a wind rope wrapped around the person and happily brought him back to Bai Mo's side.

Bai Mo sized up the person, who was a young boy who looked like he was still in school. He was disheveled and his hands were fidgeting with the dirt-covered hem of his clothes.

Every inch of his body was covered in mud, as if he had just crawled out of the ground.

More importantly, he is an ordinary person.

Bai Mo gestured for Feng Ling to go outside and keep watch, in case any more undead came.

He then began to inquire about the boy's situation.

"What's your name? Are you looking for me? What are you doing alone in the wilderness?"

Upon hearing his voice, the boy seemed startled and shrank back somewhat timidly. He then glanced at Bai Mo, as if considering whether to speak. Having witnessed Bai Mo kill the Poisonous Corpse Minister, he was now certain that this person could bring him to the ancient capital.

But if I tell him about what happened in the village, will he help me? Those people seem very arrogant, would he dare to confront them?

After hesitating for a while, he opened and closed his lips several times before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence in a hoarse voice.

"My name is Su Ming, and I'm from Weiju Village."

Su Ming pursed his lips. "Our village was destroyed by the undead. I managed to escape and am heading to the ancient capital. I saw magical light here and came to ask you for help. I'm out of gray garlic."

Su Ming uttered these words haltingly. As he lied, he gripped the hem of his clothes even tighter and looked around anxiously.

After finally explaining his name, background, and the reason for seeking out Bai Mo, he nervously raised the only clean eye on his body and secretly looked at Bai Mo.

In the village of Weiju, Bai Mo remembered their fate in the original story: they were basically all wiped out.

Hua Village was probably not his village; since he hadn't been refined, he wasn't a villager of Fang Valley. It must be one of the remaining six villages that were destroyed by the Black Church and then placed under the guise of the undead.

It's surprising that he survived the Black Vatican. Judging from his attire, it must have been quite an ordeal.

Seeing Su Ming's pleading and worried expression, Bai Mo smiled gently, indicating that he shouldn't be nervous. Then she asked some questions that most people would ask.

"Your village, Dangerous Dwelling, was wiped out by the undead? What happened? Was your village the only one destroyed?"

"I don't know, I passed through several villages, but there was no one there..." Su Ming shuddered as he recalled the cruelty of those people, his Adam's apple bobbing before he continued:

"I guess... they're all gone. No one can survive those demons! If it weren't for Grandpa, I... I wouldn't have survived either."

Su Ming's last words were tinged with tears. Bai Mo patted his back to comfort him, but his eyes flickered slightly.

"We need to stay here for two more days. We'll take you back when we return to the ancient capital. Let's rest first."

"Thank you!" Su Ming said emphatically. With Bai Mo's assurance, his tense nerves finally relaxed. He found a spot, hugged his arms, and curled up to sleep.

"Hmm~"

Feng Ling pouted, a little unhappy. She thought she had found someone who could play with her, but she didn't expect that the person would fall asleep as soon as she arrived.

Bai Mo glanced at her helplessly, "You can go play with those rotting corpses and train your mental abilities while you're at it."

"Ugh~ (Those things are so ugly and smelly, Fengling doesn't want them)"

He instructed Feng Ling to be vigilant and drive away any approaching spirits, while he took out sand cores one by one and continued to refine them using his earth element.

He hadn't been idle these past few days. Before heading to the Sand River, he had already had his family's pharmacist prepare the potion for cultivating the Sand Core Secret Technique. Now, all he had to do was refine these Sand Cores.

Refining the sand core was not difficult, and the special energy after refining was dissipated into the earth nebula by the energy carried in the potion, making the nebula contain more sand-like dust.

Bai Mo could feel that as the dust dissipated, his perception of the earth element was becoming stronger.

The warm sunlight on my face felt like a gentle, warm hand caressing me.

Opening his eyes, he saw Su Ming with his arms crossed, watching the wind spirit fly around aimlessly. The cursed mist swirled around him, keeping him far away.

"Have you eaten?" Bai Mo glanced at him and saw that he was still curled up, guessing that he was hungry.

Not yet.

Bai Mo took out bread and milk from his spatial storage and handed them over, saying, "Eat up, I have more if you're not full."

"Enough! Enough!" Su Ming nodded quickly.

Nodding slightly, Bai Mo looked towards Ding Yumin's direction. The five-meter-wide mist had shrunk to four meters and was constantly churning. The aura of the two people inside, or more precisely, the newly appeared person, was getting stronger and stronger.

With his hands tucked in his sleeves, Bai Mo sensed that Ding Yumin's match would be over soon, so he stood aside and watched leisurely.

The blood-black mist churned and churned, growing more and more violent, but the more it churned, the more the area it covered shrank.

Su Ming glanced at it silently. Although he felt that the scene looked extremely eerie, it made Bai Mo, who did not look like a bad person, look somewhat sinister.

But he still didn't ask anything, just silently looked away, put the bread he couldn't finish aside, and saved it for lunch. Then he stared blankly at the wind spirits flying around in the air.

The sun was high in the sky, the sunlight intense, like a foot massage parlor that hadn't been open for a long time.

A chilling aura spread out, shutting out all the warmth from this hillside.

The mist on the hilltop had dissipated, and two graceful figures appeared before Bai Mo. Even though their faces were stunningly beautiful and exuded a chilling aura, Su Ming dared not look at them, and even wondered if he had chosen the wrong person to ask for help.

Bai Mo, on the other hand, kept his eyes glued to the two girls.

The one on the right is Zhen Ding Yumian, still dressed the same as that day, in a black mage hoodie and wide-leg pants, very casual.

The evil god Ding Yumin on the left is quite special; her face looks exactly like Ding Yumin's.

There was only a small, intricately detailed, blood-black curse mark about the size of a melon seed between his eyebrows.

Within the blood-red ink, one can also see even more delicate textures created by the intertwining and overlapping of ink and blood.

Aside from this curse mark, her face was completely identical to Ding Yumin's, with no difference whatsoever.

Next came the clothes. The evil Ding Yumin came with her own clothes; otherwise, Bai Mo would have buried that little brat in the ground long ago.

However, the clothes were a bit strange, as they were completely blood-black, though the style was the same as the ones Ding Yumin was wearing.

"Am I pretty?!"

Suddenly, two overlapping voices rang out, one clear and elegant, the other alluring and seductive. Hearing them, Bai Mo felt quite strange, and for a moment, he felt a little distracted.

"The evil body has gathered a vast amount of evil energy, and needs some killing to vent it." Ding Yumin glanced at him, "Keep your mind focused and don't let the overflowing evil energy affect you."

Bai Mo nodded slightly. It was only a fleeting feeling; he had already recovered, though his gaze towards the two of them was slightly strange.

"Guard your mind? What are you guarding? Actually, I have another way to dispel evil spirits. Would you like to hear it, Brother Mo?"

Just then, Xie Shenyu Mian suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Bai Mo's arm, and said in a soft, sweet voice.

Bai Mo felt himself being held by a pair of soft, cool little hands. He could clearly feel the lines between the fingers. As he was secretly surprised, he felt his arm suddenly sink into a pair of soft hands. Although they were not very warm, they had a unique feeling.

Before he could fully appreciate it, Xie Shen Yu Mian suddenly released him and walked back with a reluctant expression. Bai Mo's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Ding Yu Mian, whose face was somewhat flushed, but whose eyes were filled with subtle fluctuations.

This made Bai Mo a little curious, "Are you one person or two people?"

"It's one, and it's also two." Ding Yumin glanced at him but didn't elaborate.

"Hehe~, I know, actually I am formed from the combined essence of my eight souls. Our curse system is shared, therefore, our senses are also shared, so..."

She stopped talking as soon as she got to this point, looking at the main character with reluctance.

"She's not wrong, but this connection can be controlled. I can control her just like I control myself." Ding Yumin said slowly, glancing at Bai Mo. Judging from his expression, she knew he wasn't thinking anything good.

His gaze then turned to the evil body. This feeling was strange. There was another version of himself in the world, but it wasn't entirely himself. It was like a younger sister who was similar to himself.

She warned, "If you say anything more outrageous, I'll take you back."

"Tch~" Xie Shen Yu Mian turned her head and saw Su Ming. Her eyes immediately turned bloodshot and her voice was cold and sinister.

"Is this a gift for me? I want to kill him now!"

Upon hearing this, all three of them changed their expressions. Feng Ling, meanwhile, circled around them in the sky, wondering how she had suddenly gained a sister named Yu Mian.

"Calm down!" Ding Yumin immediately shouted, and in an instant, terrifying mental power surged, directly covering the evil body Yumin. At this moment, the evil body Yumin closed her eyes, sat cross-legged, and remained silent.

Seeing Bai Mo's puzzled look and the fearful gaze of the little boy who had appeared out of nowhere, Ding Yumin took a deep breath and began to explain:

"I've been suppressing the evil energy of the evil body, but she was a bit far from me just now, and she saw a life form other than you, so she couldn't suppress it anymore. She has to release this evil energy, otherwise I won't be able to suppress it either, and I might even suffer a backlash."

"How long can you hold on?" Bai Mo asked, frowning.

Looking at the sky, Ding Yumin said, "There shouldn't be any problems until tonight."

"Does she really have to do the killing herself?"

Ding Yumin nodded, then shook her head slightly. "She and I are one, so both of us can do this, but others can't interfere."

"That's alright." Bai Mo nodded. After all, the undead of the ancient capital were not easy to deal with. Then, remembering that they shared a curse-type ability, she asked:

"Why are you sharing a curse-type spell?"

"Our curse-based cultivation is the same; whatever my cultivation level is, hers is too. But Stardust is not the same; she uses her own power to cast curse magic."

Ding Yumin thought about it carefully, "The evil body can be put away. If she returns, she will be integrated into my curse system, which is equivalent to doubling my magical power."

"That's amazing." Bai Mo was somewhat surprised, then another question popped into his head, "What if her cultivation level surpasses yours?"

"It's basically impossible." Ding Yumin glanced at him, knowing what he was worried about, and said, "She is the condensation of my eight souls. After returning, she will be a complete me. There won't be a situation like in the novel where the avatar kills the main body."

Bai Mo blinked and asked quietly, "Then what was the other method she mentioned for dispelling evil energy?"

"It's nothing," Ding Yumin said expressionlessly. She would never use that method, nor would she need to.

Scratching his head, Bai Mo asked several more times, but still couldn't find an answer, so he had to give up.

Night fell.

Even though Bai Mo cleaned this hillside again and again, a steady stream of undead continued to appear.

There were fewer rotting corpses tonight, but more skeletons.

(End of this chapter)