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

Chapter 207 Demoness, I Need Your Help in My Cultivation

"No wonder he can't remember what happened back then. Forgetfulness is a magic that cleverly combines mental and curse magic. It's a unique technique developed by the Black Vatican."

It devours important memories deep within a person's heart. To be infected with the Forgetfulness Worm, he must have witnessed a greater secret.

Ding Yumin continued, "If the person who has been infected with the forgetfulness worm remembers everything that happened one day, it means that he is not far from death."

"So, Monkey," Mo Fan said, looking at Zhang Xiaohou who had been knocked unconscious, "Monkey was in so much pain because the two names I mentioned earlier triggered some kind of switch, causing him to remember what happened back then. That Forgetful Worm was trying to kill him!"

"That's one way to put it." Ding Yumin nodded slightly. "This Forget-Me-Not Worm has already taken shape, and killing it won't be easy. The pain it just endured has already caused considerable damage to its body."

"What should we do then? Are we just going to let this ugly centipede crawl on the monkey forever?" Mo Fan asked excitedly. He looked at Zhang Xiaohou's face; even in his unconscious state, he seemed to have not stopped reminiscing.

Ding Yumin reached out and gently touched the Forget-Me-Not on Zhang Xiaohou's wrist. The Forget-Me-Not, which had been wriggling as if mocking the group for their overestimation of their abilities and seemingly trying to move to a better location to eliminate its host, immediately quieted down.

"I can untie it, but the process will be very painful, and it would be best to have a healing sorcerer nearby."

"Let's go find Han Ji; he's a high-level healing mage," Bai Mo said.

"Super Rank! It's not right to bother them so late at night, is it?" Mo Fan hesitated, scratching his head.

"My main concern is that with the monkey like this, if I carry it around, won't the centipede crawl all over me? I don't want to raise a centipede. Maybe I should just kill this thing right here. A little pain is nothing. A real man isn't afraid of pain."

"You really are his good older brother," Bai Mo said, somewhat speechless. "But are you sure you want to kill Wang Chong here?"

"Is it dangerous?"

"There is no danger to his life."

Ding Yumin had already deduced the method of casting the Forget-Insect spell in her mind. Although her own curse magic was not outstanding, Xie Shen was surprisingly an expert in this area.

Therefore, once the method of using the Forget-Me-Not Insect is known, deriving the solution is not difficult. She continued, "I can solve it now, but since I am not the one who planted the Forget-Me-Not Insect, he will inevitably be injured."

"Then let's go find the healing mage you mentioned, Bai Mo." Mo Fan lifted Zhang Xiaohou's clothes and took a look. He found that the centipede had grown all the way up to his vest. The ferocious head looked like it would poke into the back of his head if it went any higher. In the end, he had a change of heart and decided to play it safe.

When they were in Jiangcheng, Ding Yumin and Bai Mo had obtained Han Ji's private phone number, so even though it was the middle of the night, they still came to Han Ji's residence.

In order to get everything done in one go, Bai Mo also brought Fang Gu along. The group had just arrived at Han Ji's courtyard with the help of a servant when they saw him sitting properly at the stone table in the courtyard.

"You actually found information about the Black Vatican's High Deacon, Tiger King!"

As soon as the group entered, Han Ji turned his gaze over and asked excitedly. But when he saw Zhang Xiaohou's arm dangling down, which Mo Fan was carrying, his pupils contracted:

"The Black Vatican's Forgetfulness!"

"He's the one who discovered the Black Vatican's information." Mo Fan placed Zhang Xiaohou directly on a stone table.

"I can undo this Forgetfulness Worm," Ding Yumin said, "but the struggle when the Forgetfulness Worm disappears will damage his body, so I need Elder Han's assistance."

Han Ji naturally understood the Forgetfulness Worm; he could tell at a glance that Zhang Xiaohou's Forgetfulness Worm had already taken shape, and he was currently racking his brains about how to break it. Hearing Ding Yumin say this, his eyes lit up. Han Ji had actually vaguely guessed her abilities, so he said with relief:

"Alright, Miss Ding, please proceed with your plan."

Ding Yumin nodded slightly, and saw several streams of light flash by, forming a strange mark in the air.

The mark shone precisely on the centipede's head on Zhang Xiaohou's body, instantly shattering the head. Its entire body, starting from the head, melted away inch by inch, like ice and snow.

As the centipede dissolved inch by inch, the flesh and blood on Zhang Xiaohou's body where the centipede had been lying disappeared, leaving only the broken ends on both sides and the bones and internal organs that could be faintly seen through the flesh and blood.

It was as if the centipede had replaced the flesh and blood, becoming a part of Zhang Xiaohou's body. Now that the centipede had disappeared, a long, narrow, bloody, red ravine immediately appeared on Zhang Xiaohou's body, running from his vest to his wrist. As the centipede disappeared inch by inch, this ravine appeared inch by inch!

It was as if an invisible demon was slowly digging a deep trench of flesh and blood into Zhang Xiaohou's back right before everyone's eyes!

Blood flowed out as if it were free; without a healer, such an injury would have caused the patient to bleed to death within minutes!

The intense pain jolted Zhang Xiaohou awake. He stared blankly ahead and cried out in pain, but even so, he did not forget what he had been thinking about before he lost consciousness.

"Ah! I remember now! Mu He. It's Mu He!"

Mo Fan was completely stunned when he saw the scene of blood flowing out like a gushing stream. He could hardly imagine how painful it must be!

Han Ji was not slow at all. As soon as the bloody groove that almost pierced through Zhang Xiaohou's flesh appeared, a holy and crystal-clear healing light shone on his finger.

He then raised his hand and flicked it, sending the radiance into the air, where it emitted a soft glow. When it reached Zhang Xiaohou's body, it transformed into a constellation of Aquarius filled with healing light, enveloping Zhang Xiaohou.

As the healing bottle took effect, Zhang Xiaohou's body, which looked as if it had been gnawed by demonic insects, began to heal at a visible speed.

With his physical injuries healing and the pain finally over, Zhang Xiaohou's slightly numb eyes became clear again.

As soon as he recovered, he jumped off the table. "Brother Fan, I remember now! It's Mu He! That Chief Steward of Tiger Ford is Mu He!"

With his hands behind his back, Han Ji spoke calmly and with an aura that brought peace to others, saying to Zhang Xiaohou in a slow and deliberate manner, "Xiaohou, right? Don't get excited. I am Han Ji, the president of the Ancient Capital Bell Tower Magic Association. Tell me what you know in detail."

Zhang Xiaohou scratched his head, realizing he was no longer in the hotel lounge but in an unknown courtyard. Seeing everyone's eyes on him, and knowing the gravity of his discovery, Zhang Xiaohou didn't hesitate. Looking at the old man before him, he immediately spoke:

"I was sent to investigate the anomalies in Sha Yuan, and then I discovered the Black Church gathering near Sha Yuan. I infiltrated and overheard their conversation. One of them was a masked man, who was the Black Church's Grand Deacon, Hu Jin. He was wearing a mask, but I recognized his voice; it belonged to Mu He of our Bo City Mu family."

"The drifting of the Abyss of Fiends is related to them; they want to lure the Abyss of Fiends into the ancient capital, to use..."

At this point, Zhang Xiaohou swallowed hard; even after so much time had passed, he was still somewhat terrified.

"They used a million people from the ancient capital as sacrifices for the awakening of the ancient king, as a demonstration of Salang's divine power in the world, while the events in Bo City were merely a rehearsal!"

After hearing this, everyone in the room except Bai Mo was horrified by this idea, which was so shocking and insane that even the word "outrageous" wouldn't be enough to describe it!

Han Ji wanted to open his mouth to say something, but his lips trembled several times, and he didn't know where to begin.

The Ancient Capital Tribunal was not unaware that the Black Vatican was plotting something in the Ancient Capital, and it also knew that Bo City was a drill.

However, what exactly the Black Vatican wants to do in the ancient capital, and who is plotting against the ancient capital, remains unclear, like looking at flowers through a fog.

He never expected that the Black Vatican had such a plan!

It turns out that Sha Yuan's drifting was their doing.

Thinking of this, Han Ji calmed himself down and asked:

"How does the Black Vatican control the Abyss of Evil?"

Zhang Xiaohou said, "I don't know."

"Isn't there a solution?"

Han Ji didn't know whether he was asking himself or them; he raised his head and looked north.

"The resurrected ancient king, could it be that the ancient king's tomb is in the Abyss of Evil? Yes, such a large Abyss of Evil is the largest I have ever seen in my life. Just being near the ancient capital has caused the surrounding undead to riot several times more violently! Who else could it be but that ancient king who is the same age as this city?"

"I do have some clues," Bai Mo said at this moment.

"Speak quickly." Han Ji suddenly turned around and looked at him.

Bai Mo then recounted how the Black Church had wiped out Weiju Village. He also explained that the Kun Well water could make the spirits of the dead active during the day.

"Whatever the Black Vatican's intentions are, they simply want to incite the undead to attack the city. I believe the most urgent task now is to prevent the Black Vatican from using the properties of the Kun Well water to cover this land of the dead. Therefore, the people should be relocated to the inner city, which has a safe zone, to prevent any unforeseen events."

"You're right. We can put aside the matters of stopping the Abyss from getting closer and preventing the ancient king from being resurrected for now. We can't afford to lose the people. Gathering manpower, requesting rescue, and capturing Mu He are what we should be doing now."

Han Ji took a deep breath, suppressing the deep-seated worry in his heart. Ever since he heard about the Black Vatican's plan from Zhang Xiaohou, he knew that the Abyss of Fiends was inevitable, and that the ancient king had never given up the idea of ​​coming back to life.

The Nine Provinces sorcerer would inevitably have to contend with the spirits of the dead sooner or later. At the same time, he thought of the helper he had found; perhaps he could also bring him some unexpected joy.

Having thought it through, he said to Bai Mo and the others, "It's getting late, you should go and rest. I still have some things to arrange, so I'll be leaving now."

After saying that, Han Ji went out of the courtyard first.

The group looked at each other and then left.

After all this commotion, neither Zhang Xiaohou nor Mo Fan could sleep. Zhang Xiaohou said, "Brother Fan, some people from Bocheng have actually moved to the ancient capital. Quite a few from our school have also been admitted to universities in the ancient capital. Shall we go find them for drinks?"

"Sure, Bai Mo, do you want to come? We were classmates for a few months, after all."

Bai Mo didn't care, but Ding Yumin tugged at his hand, "No, I have someone with me."

After saying goodbye to Mo Fan and the other person, Bai Mo accompanied Ding Yumin on their way back to the hotel.

"What's wrong?"

The ancient capital was not quiet at night. Outside the city, the sounds of magical battles filled the air, while inside the city, the streets were bustling with activity and lights were everywhere.

There were quite a few pedestrians on the street. Ding Yumin's expression was slightly strange, but she simply said, "We'll talk about it when we get back."

In the bedroom, the two, having finished washing up, lay on the bed.

"Can you tell me now?" Bai Mo felt a little strange, as if something was amiss.

"Actually... the evil intent generated from refining the evil body has not been completely eliminated."

Ding Yumin said quietly.

"Hmm?" Bai Mo's expression grew increasingly puzzled. Ding Yumin had said yesterday that everything had been exorcised. Had something gone wrong? He frowned.

"What's going on? No, let's not practice this anymore. I think the Life-Sucking Curse is already very strong."

"No." Ding Yumin shook her head, feeling the evil urge in her heart that couldn't be vented through killing. She looked up, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and, her gaze fixed on the ordinary interior decor, slowly explained:

"Evil intent generally includes malice, murderous intent, anger, greed, and desire. The first four can be resolved through killing, but desire cannot."

"Huh??" Bai Mo was taken aback. He carefully recalled Ding Yumin's unusual behavior over the past few days, and then remembered the other method of dispelling evil intent that the evil body had mentioned on the first day.

With a somewhat subtle expression, he asked in confirmation, "What desire?"

"Just the kind you're thinking of," Ding Yumin said quietly, looking at him without flinching.

"Fine, I treat you like a treasure, but you only want to use me for cultivation." Bai Mo blinked, not that he couldn't accept it, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden, and he accused her.

"No, that won't work." Ding Yumin continued to look at him.

Bai Mo saw certainty and composure in her eyes. He looked at her beautiful face and reached out to hug her. Everything happened naturally; their relationship had already reached that point.

We usually enjoy the process of getting closer, but when the moment actually arrives, even if unexpected factors add fuel to the fire, it only makes it more interesting to look back on later.

"Witch, I need your help in my cultivation!"

Bai Mo lowered his head and uttered a single sentence. Before Ding Yumin could speak, he had already pressed his lips to hers, as if pressing them onto a rose petal. The soft touch and fragrant scent filled her mouth and nose. Prying open her teeth, she could feel a tingling, electric current coursing through her.

After a long while, their lips parted, and Bai Mo ordered a few more strawberries.

With a smooth chin and a slender swan neck

Neither of their hands had a safe place to rest.

There was no need for eye contact; everything happened naturally.

As the saying goes—

A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold; flowers have a delicate fragrance, and the moon casts a soft shadow.

Noon the next day

The dim sunlight streamed in through the window. Bai Mo opened his eyes, feeling a bit heavy. Ding Yumin was half-lying on him; they had played a bit too wildly last night, and they couldn't sleep in the bed anyway.

However, even a high-level mage has a body that is not that of an ordinary person, so sleeping on a sofa is still possible.

I must say, the sofa is quite comfortable, even more comfortable than the bed.

(End of this chapter)