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

Chapter 205 Damn it, you beast!

Upon seeing Bai Mo and his group approaching, the short man, the muscular man, and the woman in black stockings all stopped in their tracks.

Mo Fan's eyes finally left the woman in black stockings, and he was somewhat surprised to see Bai Mo.

"Bai Mo, what are you doing here? Are you here for tourism?"

"I parted ways with you guys at Zhuoyuan and came here. Besides, I should be asking you, why aren't you competing in the National Team Nomination Tournament? What are you doing here?"

Speaking of this, Mo Fan's expression also turned serious. "It's good to meet you. Something happened to the monkey. I'll go look for him. Why don't you come with me?"

"Okay." Bai Mo was waiting for this. He wasn't going to rescue Zhang Xiaohou, but rather to use him to expose the Black Vatican members among the villagers of Huacun.

Another task is to capture Fang Gu and collect the last remaining portion of Kun Well water.

Once the rain starts in the ancient capital, Sha Yuan's steps forward will not stop, and what he does cannot stop Sha Yuan.

This is simply to list some evidence and give the Ancient Capital Magic Association, which is still acting like a headless fly, a heads-up so that they can make some preparations in advance and reduce the number of deaths.

"This is..." The short man looked at Mo Fan, then at Bai Mo.

To be honest, Bai Mo and Ding Yumin's appearance alone was enough to amaze the short man, not to mention that the two were riding a contracted beast that looked very powerful.

His main concern was that with two more people, there wouldn't be enough grey garlic. It was getting dark, and without grey garlic in the wild, these mid-level mages wouldn't be able to survive.

"He's my friend, a high-level mage." Mo Fan glanced at the short man, then, remembering the ten million he'd been extorted for to guide him, encouraged him, "If you want to collect tolls, go ahead and collect them. He's got money!"

"Hahaha, what are you saying, Brother Mo Fan? I, Dwarf Man, have always been public-spirited and righteous. Bringing a few more people is nothing."

The short man laughed heartily, took two steps closer, and hooked his arm around Mo Fan's shoulder in a familiar manner, saying:

"Brother Mo Fan's friends are my friends, short guy. Money is nothing to me; I just don't have much garlic left."

The short man hesitated and looked at Bai Mo. Bai Mo had already put away the wind spirit and landed beside the group. Hearing this, he smiled.

"We have ways to avoid the spirits of the dead."

"That's good, that's good." The short man smiled even more warmly. "Let me introduce you. This is Asharuya, also known as Ye Meng'e. She is also heading to Weiju Village."

The first person the short man greeted was Asha'ruya. He knew Asha'ruya's original name. He hadn't originally planned to tell Mo Fan about it, but when he saw Bai Mo and the other person, he didn't know why he introduced them like that.

Ye Meng'e glanced at Bai Mo and his companion, then nodded slightly. The male guard beside her raised his chin, seemingly unfazed by Mo Fan's claim of being a high-level mage.

"Such a young high-ranking official is nothing special, just someone who's been raised on medicine for too long."

A muttered remark reached everyone's ears. The short man and the muscular man paused slightly, while Bai Mo and Ding Yumin remained expressionless. Ye Meng'e, however, didn't seem to notice anything amiss, gazing calmly ahead, while Mo Fan was quite eager to see a good show.

He'd been annoyed by this arrogant guy for a long time.

"Brother Bai Mo, there's an old saying in our Nine Provinces: 'The tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind.' Brother Bai Mo is just too strong, which is why he attracts such sour winds from narrow-minded people."

Su Ming, who had been quiet all along, suddenly spoke to Bai Mo, seemingly to comfort him, but actually with a veiled sarcasm.

The little guy was grateful to Bai Mo for saving him and didn't want anyone to say anything bad about him.

"Hey kid, say that again! Who are you talking about?!"

The bearded man's face flushed red, but he didn't believe it was due to selfish motives. Rather, as a knight, he couldn't allow his noble character to be defiled!

His eyes were fixed sharply on Su Ming, and he exuded the powerful aura of a mid-level mage, pressing down on Su Ming!

"Alright, he's not wrong, step back!" Ye Meng'e said coldly. Just now, she had already thought of Bai Mo's information.

She remembered who they were, including the guy who had been watching her the whole way.

Bai Mo actually had absolutely no goodwill towards foreigners, or more accurately, foreigners in this world. It wasn't exactly hatred, but rather a feeling of disgust stemming from reading the entire French language in his previous life.

Therefore, even though Ye Meng'e had already reprimanded the so-called guard, he still showed no sign of stopping. On the other hand, it was also to put the short man at ease and to teach this guy who was arguing with a child a lesson.

The level-five mental power instantly coalesced, and with a casual glance at the bearded man, the mental pressure created in that instant caused him to kneel down on one knee.

"Words can be dangerous, so consider this your apology."

Finally, he looked up at Ye Meng'e, whose eyes held a hint of anger, and asked, "Miss Ye, you have no objections, do you?"

"He deserves it. Offending Young Master Bai was naturally his fault. However, I hope that next time I will be the one to impose this punishment."

Ye Meng'e's gaze returned to calm as she spoke slowly and deliberately.

With a light laugh, Bai Mo did not respond, and pulled Ding Yumin to walk at the back of the group, while Su Ming went to chat with the burly man.

As you can see, Su Ming must have told him the general situation of the destruction of Weiju Village, which caused the burly man's expression to become anxious at a visible speed, and the pace of everyone's actions also quickened considerably because of him.

Mo Fan didn't notice this, but instead moved closer, his eyes darting around as he slyly observed Asha'ruya in front of him:

"Hey Bai Mo, I never noticed before, you're quite domineering. But that was a good move, you made that Asha's got her hooked on you right away, and she's a real beauty! Look at that butt, I could look at it all day and never get tired of it! Hehehe!"

"Don't talk nonsense, I already have Yu Mian, Jiao Jiao, Tu Tu, and Qing Qing."

"Damn it, you beast!" Mo Fan's eyes widened.

Bai Mo remained unmoved, ensuring that their voices could not be heard more than a foot away from him, and then he continued:

"Besides, the more you interact with them, the more you'll realize that being overly humble when dealing with foreigners, especially those from the Parthenon, is useless. Furthermore, I'm not like you, needing someone to thoroughly humiliate you before you'll show your true strength."

"What are you talking about? I'm not sick, I'm just a little slow to react." Mo Fan refused to admit it. What did he mean by liking to be trampled on?!

Then, he realized something and asked with some confusion, "The Parthenon, that name sounds familiar."

"That's a world-renowned magical organization, possessing the most advanced white magic, even capable of resurrection. Asha'riya is a candidate for the goddess of Parthenon."

Bai Mo gave him a brief explanation, and since these things weren't censored, everyone present could hear them, so Bai Mo wasn't making things up.

Mo Fan, however, was somewhat puzzled. "She's so powerful, why did you offend her?"

"What's so offensive about offending a guard who's not even high-ranking?" Bai Mo curled her lip. "That man isn't her gigolo."

"That's true."

As they talked, darkness fell, and the spirits of the dead crawled out of the land of the dead, searching for the presence of the living.

Bai Mo and the other two followed quietly along the side of the group, all enveloped by Bai Ze's invisible power. Even though they hadn't eaten the gray garlic and the things that crawled out of the ground were right in front of them, it was as if they couldn't see them at all.

This made Mo Fan and the other short men, who had just eaten the indescribably pungent gray garlic, widen their eyes in disbelief.

"What kind of method is this?" The burly man couldn't help but ask.

"It cannot be spoken of, nor can it be copied." Bai Mo glanced at the group of people with a smile.

Seeing this, the strong man stopped asking questions. He remembered the village's well water god, and perhaps they also had other gods protecting them. What he wanted to know more about was how Yangyang Village was doing now.

They had now arrived at Xianchi, about 30 kilometers north of the ancient city wall, where fine gravel could be seen everywhere.

Many undead were searching for fine sand that had been moistened by moonlight and death energy. Bai Mo beckoned, and his spatial powers easily snatched such sand from the undead.

Anyway, they won't find out.

Holding this kind of gravel in your hand and examining it closely, you can feel its coolness.

He handed it to Ding Yumin, "See if you can use it?"

"I am not a ghost, and she is not entirely either. Only little ghosts like these kinds of small grains of sand."

As Ding Yumin spoke, she put these things away.

Before long, led by the strong man, they arrived at Yangyang Village.

Yangyang Village is located at the foot of a hillside, near a mountain stream, and not far from the Qinling Mountains.

However, apart from black soil, pitted caves, and haphazardly piled rotten wood, there was nothing else here.

"Is it really true?" the burly man asked in disbelief, his sorrowful expression leaving Asha Riya speechless.

"What's real or fake?" Mo Fan asked, puzzled. "Isn't Yangyang Village right here?"

"It's gone. It's all gone." The burly man muttered to himself, lost in thought.

"What happened?"

The short man was also puzzled, but he knew that the strong man's appearance must be related to Su Ming. He noticed on the way that after Su Ming and the strong man talked, the strong man looked anxious and asked them to arrive at Yangyang Village a little earlier.

Therefore, he asked this question to Su Ming.

"The village is gone, and everyone was killed by the undead. I was also from Weiju Village. I escaped by sheer luck and was saved by Brother Bai Mo, which is how I met you all. I thought Yangyang Village would be alright."

Su Ming said expressionlessly, their village was quite far from Yangyang Village, and they had never been here before. They didn't expect the situation to be even worse than their village, the entire village had been destroyed.

Bai Mo knew that the people in this village had been turned into undead by Fang Gu.

The short man and Mo Fan were both somewhat shocked by Su Ming's words, while the strong man, seemingly skeptical, frantically searched the village, looking for even a single scale or claw.

In the end, they could only return empty-handed.

"I'm going to Huacun. Since that village is no longer there, you need to lead us forward," Asha'ruya said at this moment.

The short man hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the muscular man. "Let him slow down; I don't know the way."

"Please hurry, since this place has been attacked by undead, there may still be undead here."

"Okay, okay, okay." The short man nodded vigorously.

Zhuang Nan accepted it quickly. He didn't believe that all the villagers were gone, so he resolutely led the crowd towards Hua Village, which was closest to Sha Yuan.

Boom!!

A white bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, illuminating the people below.

The short man's expression changed, and he cried out, "Oh no! We need to find somewhere to hide! It's going to rain!"

"Indeed, it's difficult to travel in the rain, and my guards aren't water mages," Asha'ruya agreed.

"No! The rain will wash away the smell of the garlic!" the short man exclaimed.

"Damn it, why didn't you say so sooner? It's already raining!" Mo Fan cursed. Asha Ruya then looked at Bai Mo, "I wonder if your abilities can be used on us?"

"Okay," Bai Mo nodded, "but we still need to find a place to take shelter from the rain."

With his eyes fixed on the Qinling Mountains, the burly man said, "I know a cave over there. There are no spirits in the Qinling Mountains; let's go there and hide!"

Bai Mo then gestured for them to move closer to him, and Bai Ze once again showered down a radiant light, enveloping everyone.

The spirits that had come here because they smelled the presence of the living suddenly became blind and could not find them at all.

"A mysterious Eastern country!"

Asharuya sighed sincerely and looked at Ding Yumin, who had remained aloof and silent the whole way. She sensed a spiritual aura from Ding Yumin that was even purer than the power of Parthenon's spirit.

"What kind of power is this?"

"Mental power." Ding Yumin glanced at her quietly and said, half-jokingly.

Following the burly man, the group soon arrived at a cave. The cave wasn't large, but it could accommodate a few people.

Because Zhuang Nan was impatient, the group set off again once the rain stopped.

In the mountains and forests, layers of morning light filtered through the sparse trees, casting long, winding shadows. Through the gaps in the trees, one could see neat courtyards in the distance, with smoke rising from their chimneys.

But outside the village fence, a swaying, decaying corpse was slowly approaching Huacun.

"How could there be spirits!" the burly man exclaimed, dashing towards Huacun to issue a warning.

"Calm down!" Bai Mo reached out and grabbed it firmly, then flicked his finger, creating a soundproof barrier that blocked his subsequent shouts.

"I heard someone outside Huacun. This spirit might not be wild," Bai Mo said casually, glancing at Su Ming, who looked horrified, and Mo Fan, who seemed to be deep in thought.

Pointing to the left front, he said, "Let's go take a look."

"What about the people from Huacun? Aren't we going to save them?" Mo Fan frowned; he had already seen someone approaching the rotting corpse.

"Zhang Xiaohou is in Huacun. I notified him using the phonetic system."

"The monkey isn't dead! That's good, that's good!" Mo Fan said repeatedly, and subconsciously followed Bai Mo's footsteps. Su Ming and the strong man, who had been tense because of the appearance of the rotting corpse outside Hua Village, also relaxed.

Upon hearing Bai Mo say that there were other people outside the village, and that they might be the ones controlling the undead, they all silently followed.

The sound was blocked by Bai Mo, and when the group arrived behind a man in a straw raincoat, he was still unaware of their presence.

The man in the straw raincoat flicked his fingers, and a twisted voice, as if filled with an unyielding hatred, rang out, "Come out, all of you! Today is the day of our revenge!"

As he finished speaking, thick, sinister hands, some even covered in terrifying red hair, emerged from the ground, which had been calm before.

It gripped the ground hard, cracking the soil, and then one by one, bloated, rotting corpses crawled out, the foul stench instantly filling the entire area.

Upon hearing this sound, the burly man stared wide-eyed in disbelief as he watched the dozen or so rotting corpses rush toward Huacun.

(End of this chapter)