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

Chapter 219 Soul Cultivation and Peaceful Rest, National Government Assembles

A hint of joy flashed in Bai Mo's eyes. Both his main cultivation and his secondary cultivation had reached the second level of the advanced stage, much earlier than he had expected.

Strike while the iron is hot. The matter is almost resolved, and now the top priority is to turn the gains into strength.

First, take stock of the essence you gained from this transformation.

The total number is three thousand. This is the upper limit of this Soul Vessel. I'm afraid even the person who made it never imagined that someone would be so bored as to fill the Soul Vessel with spirit essence.

After all, those things are in high demand, and people who get them want to use them right away.

The slave class had the most, with over 1,800.

After feeding the Wind Star River once more and raising the Wind Spirit Bloodline level again, I did another Star Enhancement, using up nearly 600 Stars, leaving 1200 Stars. Once the Orange Star wakes up, my Earth Element will also reach a high level, so I won't have to bother attacking the demons one by one anymore.

Next, the count was taken: 850 War General-level essences. The Wind Spirit Bloodline was nourished again, and the remainder was reserved for Big Orange.

The rest are all remnants of the commander-level souls, with only twenty-five essence souls, not even enough to form a single star in a nebula.

Bai Mo planned to keep it. He needed to make a soul-cultivating artifact. The Bai family's soul-cultivating artifacts were made from the essence of the Great Commander, which was better than ordinary high-level soul-cultivating artifacts, but the difference was limited.

Some aristocratic clans possess soul-cultivating artifacts that often imprison the souls of an entire tribe, resulting in terrifying enhancements to cultivation effects.

Of course, not every tribe can be made up of spirits, but quantitative change can lead to qualitative change, not to mention that some soul-cultivating vessels also have attribute enhancements.

Bai Mo didn't care about attribute bonuses, but he did have a tribe-level undead!

This vessel of dead souls contains a full 325 remnant souls of commanders, 25 remnant spirits of commanders, and one remnant soul of a monarch. Even after subtracting the servant-level spirits that Da Ju needs, there are still 600 left.

Even if we don't put all the commanders' essences in, just half of it—the remnant soul of a monarch, plus the remnant souls of over three hundred commanders and the essences of six hundred servants—would still reach the level of a tribe. After all, what tribe is so wealthy?

Without hesitation, Bai Mo went directly to the Oriental Pearl Tower to find Huo Tuo, an expert in this field.

Hearing that Bai Mo was going to make such a high-quality soul-cultivating artifact, Huo Tuo was willing to help just because of the difficulty of forging it. Therefore, he agreed without hesitation.

"However, the main materials required for such soul-cultivating vessels are not ordinary. I do have some here. What attribute do you need? Just write it down in the account later."

Huo Tuo stroked his chin and added, "Of course, if you already have one, then you don't need to."

"Old Huo, you know what I major in. Putting aside the money issue, the first thing is that it's rare."

Bai Mo shrugged. "Let's use those pure elemental crystals that have been deprived of their elemental properties. I don't need any attribute enhancements. Of course, if you have something better, you can use that too."

"I do have a high-quality, attribute-free main material, this price." Huo Tuo thought for a moment, then slowly opened one hand.

"Fifty million?"

"Fifty million will only give you a bang, five hundred million will!" Huo Tuo glared.

Bai Mo's eye twitched. Although he had a lot of spirit essences, and could sell one commander spirit essence for 500 million, he also needed to use these things himself.

He spent all the bounty he earned from hunting demons and completing missions on the purchase of the Star River Vein in the ancient capital, and even lost an extra Soul Essence.

The Wind Spirit also needs to be fed Soul Seeds, or Spirit Seeds, or Soul Seed Fragments from time to time.

In short, it's not cheap stuff. When Daju wakes up, it will need higher-grade beast bones, bone powder, essence blood, and elemental species, so it's a big spender.

Oh right, and we're almost there, the third contracted beast.

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly lost interest in getting any high-quality soul-cultivating artifacts. After thinking about it carefully, the ones my family gave me, plus my own cultivation speed, didn't seem too slow.

Rounding up or down, the difference isn't that much.

Seeing Bai Mo hesitate, Huo Tuo also started to promote the item, "Let me tell you, this fragment was obtained with great difficulty from a great mage. It contains very rich and pure energy, and its texture is special. It can also be upgraded in the future. I need to put in a lot of effort to forge it. I'm not making money off you."

"What is it? It's so precious. Let me see it." Bai Mo was somewhat tempted, but decided to check what it was first.

"No problem." Huo Tuo smiled. He could guarantee that Bai Mo would like it. He was a blacksmith, very honest and simple. How could he possibly do business that cut corners and skimped on materials?

Bai Mo watched leisurely as Huo Tuo took out a highly sealed container from the inner room, and then took out a white tray from the container, on which were several pieces of dim yellow glass.

And then that was it.

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Bai Mo looked completely bewildered. "What's this? Broken glass?!"

"What glass shards? This is a pure energy crystal, just with a strange shape, and it also has some soul-absorbing properties."

Huo Tuo's beard bristled, and he glared at Bai Mo. Knowing that Bai Mo was carrying the artifact of the dead, he said, "You watch."

After speaking, he waved his hand, and a ghostly green remnant of his soul appeared half a meter away from the crystal that looked like a shard of glass. As if attracted, the remnant of his soul drifted slowly toward the glass and landed on it.

Bai Mo raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. It really could attract remnant souls, and it did indeed possess a rich and pure energy. This was indeed an excellent material for a soul-cultivating magical artifact.

"What are these?" He pointed to the various-sized fragments in the tray.

"They're all here. So, what do you think? Just tell me if you want them or not." Huo Tuo grinned and carefully put them back in.

"I'll take it. How long will it take to get it?"

"If I cut in line, it'll take two weeks. I've wanted to use this thing to forge a soul-cultivating magic weapon for a long time; the plan is already in my head."

"Okay, I'll come back in two weeks to pick it up."

Bai Mo didn't want to listen to this person's boastful words, so he paid the deposit, left the pre-planned essence behind, and took his leave.

He then went to the auction house and sold four Commander-level Soul Essences, and bought two Soul Seeds.

Now his treasure trove has shrunk considerably.

There are only ten Commander-level Soul Essences, six hundred Servant-level Soul Essences, and the number of Warrior-level Soul Essences remains unchanged.

On the street, a strange man kept his head down, constantly looking at everything around him with an old-fashioned bronze mirror.

Unfortunately, this person was also very good-looking, so this bizarre behavior attracted the attention of others.

"What is this thing?" Bai Mo held the Returning Swallow Mirror and shook it left and right, trying out every type of magic power, but none of them worked.

He's explored half of Shanghai, specifically looking for familiar spots, but the mirror hasn't reacted at all.

Does it also depend on fate?

Or does it only react when it has chaotic magic energy?

Bai Mo pondered for a moment. He remembered that Old Man Bao cultivated the Chaos System. Could Lingling's bed sheet be that of this lewd old man?

You can go ask them!

The next day at noon, Bai Mo sat opposite Old Man Bao, with a bronze mirror in front of them.

"It does indeed possess chaotic power, but my chaotic magic cannot activate it; perhaps some special conditions are required."

Old Man Bao removed his hands from Guiyanjian and slowly drew his conclusion.

The weather was overcast and windless.

The yard, enclosed by a fence, was empty. The flowers in the yard had all fallen, and the ivy climbing on the fence looked somewhat haggard.

The big yellow dog lay listlessly in the haystack, when suddenly it let out a terrified and sorrowful howl.

Then, she suddenly fainted. It was as if an invisible wind swept through the courtyard, and fallen flowers danced and swirled around the branches, as if saying goodbye.

Inside the bungalow, Bai Mo gently patted the backs of Ding Yumin and her sister, speaking comforting words in a soft voice. His gaze fell on the kind old man sitting peacefully by the brazier, who had suddenly passed away.

I also feel grief in my heart. I recall having dinner with him a year ago and being given advice by him while holding his hand.

Take a deep breath, and a spatial barrier envelops the courtyard, blocking the ripples of emotion that spread outwards.

The old man is now free from illness and disaster; it is not so bad for him to die quietly like this. Flowers bloom and wither, the sky rises and sets—it is the way of nature.

After finally calming the two sisters down, Bai Mo helped them with the funeral arrangements for Grandma Ding. It wasn't a grand affair, but Ding Yumin thought it was enough.

A week passed quickly, and the two sisters recovered. The younger sister moved in with her older sister and is now practicing cultivation in the house.

Meanwhile, Bai Mo and Ding Yumin finished their cultivation in her room. Bai Mo glanced at his phone; his soul-cultivating artifact was ready.

In two days, they will gather in the capital to begin their challenge against the National Academy. However, it is said that he will have to fight Ai Jiangtu, and whoever wins will become the captain.

The main reason is that both of them have made significant contributions. Although Ai Jiangtu is a military mages and has more persuasive power, Bai Mo also has a hidden official identity.

After a debate among the national school instructors, they finally decided that the winner would be king.

Bai Mo wasn't particularly interested in the captaincy, but he'd heard that captains had more freedom, which was exactly what he needed.

Coming to his senses, Bai Mo looked at Ding Yumin.

"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, are you really not coming with me?"

"Dean Xiao asked me to guard the National Museum."

"Tsk tsk, that old fox."

Ding Yumin nodded and said another sentence.

"It seems that Jiaojiao has become a member of the National Team."

"What's wrong?"

"Don't always think about bullying others."

"Oh," Bai Mo nodded. He didn't bully others, and Mu Nujiao wasn't one of them.

Seeing his expression, Ding Yumin knew what he was thinking and rolled her eyes at him speechlessly.

"I'll bully you first," Bai Mo said, lowering his head, before covering her body.

In the afternoon, after dressing neatly, he went out of the courtyard and first went to Huo Tuo to get the soul-repairing vessel. Then he hurriedly went back to test it out and found that the effect was indeed extraordinary, far exceeding the soul-repairing vessel given by the family.

It's practically the difference between a bicycle and a motorcycle!!

Imperial Capital

Inside the Grand Arena, half of the seats were covered in frost. The National Team members were stunned by the sight of the beautiful woman standing with her bow drawn. Their mentor, Feng Li, made an exception and accepted her into the National Team's reserve team.

However, Mu Ningxue's stunning arrow did not generate much discussion for long. What they were more concerned about at the moment was the arrangements made by the captain of the National Team.

"Someone can actually compete with Ai Jiangtu for the team captain position? Mentor, who exactly is that guy?" Jiang Yu couldn't help but ask.

"What's there to be curious about? I think he's just another frog in a well who was forced in because of his family background and doesn't know his own limitations, trying to get the captain's position."

Mu Tingying continued her sarcastic remarks, glancing at Zhao Manyan with a mix of intention and nonchalance, before leisurely continuing, "The reason the mentors arranged this competition was merely to make an example of someone, to warn some people not to covet anything beyond their own abilities!!"

"That's true. Making us wait this long? Someone with no sense of time can be a team leader? It's hilarious!"

Li Kaifeng echoed, saying that their Da Li family had always followed the Mu family.

Jiang Shaoxu, Nan Jue, and Ai Jiangtu stood to the side, pretending not to hear what the group was saying. Feng Li didn't seem inclined to answer Jiang Yu's question, only saying they were almost there. However, their words did pique the curiosity of Jiang Shaoxu and Nan Jue.

"Old Ai, do you know who that is?" Nan Jue asked.

"I'm not sure, but I've heard my mentors say that my abilities are about the same."

Ai Jiangtu shook his head. Actually, what his mentors said was that he might not be able to beat them, but he didn't believe it before the fight.

Zhao Manyan, standing far away, rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the top of his head. He'd never seen such a sour person. They always needed to secretly speculate about others to find a sense of superiority, as if their guesses were always right.

He shook his head, muttering curses under his breath:

"Damn it, why isn't Mo Fan here yet! These flies are so annoying. It's not my fault I'm rich, damn it!"

"Hey, Lao Zhao, you're here too." Just then, a voice rang out, and Mo Fan stepped out from the shadows.

Before Zhao Manyan could reply, Mu Tingying said, "So you're the one who's so arrogant and dared to compete with Ai Jiangtu for the captaincy?"

"What's this about competing for the captaincy?" Mo Fan was a little confused. Why was he being targeted from the start?

"If it wasn't you, who else could it be? You're obviously someone who doesn't know any rules. You can't even be late for something as important as a gathering, making so many of us, including several instructors, wait for you. You have absolutely no manners!"

Li Kaifeng responded with a barrage of sarcasm, expressing his disdain for those who got in through connections and were unaware of their own limitations.

"Are you brain-dead? Did God smash your forehead when He closed the door?! I arrived on time, I wasn't late, and my advisor didn't say a word. Who are you to bark like a dog here, you ugly freak!"

Mo Fan wasn't one to swallow his pride. He couldn't stand being mocked for no reason, so he immediately cursed back.

"If you're too poor to afford brain repair, I can fix it for you. I'm a disciple of Hua Tuo, specializing in treating mental retardation. I guarantee I'll replace your dog brain with a more advanced one, so you won't start yelling at everyone you see!"

Li Kaifeng was so enraged by the words that he turned red in the face. Pointing at Mo Fan, he shouted hoarsely, "Captain Ai doesn't even need to lift a finger today; I'll teach you a lesson first!"

"Hehe, great! It just so happens that I'm skilled at dog-beating, my dog-beating fist technique is masterful, and my skills have improved greatly recently. What you want, I'll grant your wish!"

Mo Fan didn't tolerate this jerk at all. Regardless of the situation, he was going to beat him up first. What was this guy? He came up to mock him without even knowing the circumstances. Did he think he was made of clay?

The commotion had already attracted the attention of Feng Liai, Jiang Tu, and the others. Before they could even react, the two were about to start fighting after just a few words.

"Alright, Li Kaifeng, he's a substitute player, don't cause trouble," Dean Song He of the Imperial Capital Academy spoke up to stop them. He then said to Mo Fan, "Mo Fan, now that you're here, rejoin the team."

"Dean, he spoke rudely!" Li Kaifeng said, somewhat indignantly.

"Alright, weren't you the one who spoke rudely first?" Dean Songhe's words left Li Kaifeng speechless, leaving him only able to stare fiercely at the entrance of the fighting arena.

He wanted to see which guy had such a big reputation and why the mentors were willing to wait for him!

If he defeats this person, wouldn't that further prove his superior strength?

(End of this chapter)