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

Seeing that the soul imprinting was successful, Bai Mo breathed a long sigh of relief.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, whether it's studying, living, or working. The same applies to this Soul Weapon Secret Technique.

The need for massive blood loss is secondary; the formation itself requires years of practice to master, and even then, the cultivation level within the relevant star system is a factor. The crucial element, and the key to the success of the soul weapon, is enduring the pain of excessive blood loss and fusing the array's power to weave a soul imprint.

It was only because of his strong mental power, his status as a summoner mage, his knowledge of formations, and his lack of fear of mana depletion that he dared to take this first step in such a short time.

Otherwise, all this suffering will be in vain, and you will gain nothing.

With the soul imprint successfully completed, Bai Mo moved his mind and put away Lie Que. Lie Que then transformed into a bolt of lightning and entered his forehead, floating slightly in the lightning nebula.

Bai Mo felt his lightning nebula suddenly sink, as if a heavy hat had been placed on his head.

This is normal, because his cultivation level is not high enough at present. As for Nebula, although this new companion is closely connected to him, it is forged from many materials of the commander level or above.

The sheer size of the nebula made it somewhat heavy to support the Lieque sword.

However, it does not affect its use or resale. After that, you just need to spend some time nurturing it every day, and it cannot be taken out for use before it is fully formed.

Then, all that's left is to wait for Xiaolongnu Jiaoyue to successfully break through, and for one's own lightning affinity to reach a high level. This will eliminate the strange feeling and allow one to proceed to the next step of Soul Lightning Forging.

Stepping out of the quiet room, Bai Mo's eyes flickered as he thought of this.

Naturally occurring soul lightning is hard to find; the only one he knows of right now is the Tyrant Desolate Lightning of Tyrant Mountain.

However, that thing is hidden in the Tyrant Mountains, and plunging into the treacherous Tyrant Mountains to find it is no small matter.

It would be best to find Asha'sya and exchange information; having her as a guide would make things much easier.

After saying goodbye to Huo Tuo, Bai Mo left the Oriental Pearl Mage Tower and returned to the courtyard near the Pearl.

Ding Yumin was at the museum and wasn't home. Bai Mo didn't intend to go looking for her either.

He hasn't yet mastered the lightning-type star, and he still has a lot of his essence, which he can use to enhance the Moonlight bloodline and strengthen the star.

Jiaoyue ate the Soul Seed the day before yesterday and absorbed the Essence yesterday. She has now fallen into a deep sleep, but this has no effect on her feeding of the Star Seed to strengthen her bloodline.

First, ninety-eight servant-level spirit essences were used to feed and strengthen the lightning-type star particles, and then the same number of warrior-level spirit essences were used to repeat the previous process.

His reserves of spirit essence dwindled again; he hadn't gained many spirit essences during this trip to Leizhou. He only had five commander-level remnant spirit essences and one monarch-level one.

The lightning-type star is irritable and unruly; gentle words won't work. What's needed is a more domineering and forceful approach to subdue it and transform it into your own power.

Fortunately, Bai Mo is no longer a novice; he has extensive experience in managing Xingzi.

After a day, I finally mastered star trails.

Nighttime, in the countryside, dark clouds hang low.

"thunder!"

A purple light emanated from a pair of eyes, illuminating the darkness and striking the ground, forming a dense electric field that paralyzed the surrounding swarms of crimson spirit snakes.

Under the powerful destructive force of the Qiongyu Tribulation Lightning, even though it was only a Level 5 Initial Lightning Seal, these servant-level lesser demons were instantly reduced to charred corpses.

The electric grid covers a radius of thirty meters around the user. The lightning it emits only has a paralyzing or limiting effect on slightly stronger demons, but it's quite good for clearing out small fry.

After cultivating for one night, Bai Mo received a text message from Feng Li the next day.

He sighed, went to look at the hollow willow, and then went to the Qingtian Hunting Grounds.

First, he drew out the mysterious oracle bone script that he had recorded in the Guiyan Jian and showed it to Lingling.

I told her again about what I had seen and heard from the light and shadow that Gui Yanjian had conjured.

Then he took out the platinum token that he had obtained from Yin Yangmian, the guild leader of the Green Stone Guild, which was almost identical in style to the Di Ling token.

"Lingling, do you recognize this character?" Bai Mo showed Lingling the side of the token with the character on it.

Lingling glanced at it, muttered "It's Small Seal script again," and then explained to Bai Mo:

"This character is pronounced 'fang,' and it seems to have some connection to the 'Di' character. Have you tried to decipher it?"

"I examined them and found that both tokens have a related fixed spell. Other than that, there are no others."

As Bai Mo spoke, he took out the dark yellow Di token and placed the two tokens together.

Lingling picked it up and fiddled with it for a bit, but didn't find anything.

"I'll go find some information to see what's related to the characters '氐' and '房'."

"Are you managing all that? Have you deciphered all the documents and drawings we copied down from ancient Yelang last year? And these oracle bone characters too!"

Bai Mo frowned, worried that Lingling might get carried away and neglect her rest. He knew that this little girl was absolutely capable of doing it.

"There are specialists who study ancient scripts; I'll just ask my grandfather. As for those documents from the Yelang Kingdom..."

At this point, Lingling's expression hardened. "We've deciphered part of it. It roughly explains the reasons for the destruction of Yelang. Their destruction was very sudden. That tomb is one of the few remaining in Yelang. It also mentions an ancient kingdom called Xing."

"It also records the location of the tombs or secret realms in that country, but as mentioned above, it is not recommended for those below the highest level to go there."

At this point, Lingling glanced at Bai Mo and added, "You should focus on improving your cultivation. I still haven't finished deciphering half of those things."

"Ancient Kingdom? Star Kingdom!" Bai Mo's eyebrows twitched. He hadn't expected that his casual question would yield such an unexpected result.

He thought those things were at most praise and flattery, or at most some totem clues or information about other treasures.

However, since Lingling said that his current strength was not enough, he did not force her.

He was indeed quite curious about this magnificent, dreamlike, and unpredictable magical world. But only if his life wasn't threatened.

"Now that you know what that oracle bone script is called, contact me by phone." Bai Mo said, pouring himself a glass of water. Seeing that only Lingling was at the hunting lodge today, he asked:

Where's your assistant?

"The Parthenons have their eyes on Qin Yue, insisting that all those who awaken white magic on their own belong to the Parthenons. Grandpa took Qin Yue to negotiate with them."

Lingling frowned, recalling the arrogant attitude of the Parthenon people when they came to her door a few days ago.

"There's such a thing? Why didn't you tell me?" Bai Mo frowned, then asked, "How's it going now? Where are they negotiating? Should I take the hollow willow tree over there?"

Although hollow willows are plants, as a totem of spatial systems, they do not suffer from the inconvenience of being immobile.

"What's the use of your phone if it's not even in service area?" Lingling snorted, but she was satisfied with his serious attitude.

"You don't need to go. Grandpa can handle them. No one will come looking for Qin Yue again."

After thinking for a moment, Lingling glanced at Bai Mo and said, "If we run into any Parthenon people, please teach them a lesson for me. Their attitude is awful!"

"it is good."

Nodding slightly, Bai Mo pondered for a moment what the Parthenon Temple's purpose was in taking Qin Yue away.

The reason Ye Xinxia was taken away is because she possesses a holy soul, or it could be said that a dark king's avatar was behind it all, given that Ye Xinxia's identity and what she possesses are not simple.

However, apart from her self-awakened healing ability, Qin Yue has no other special characteristics, as Lingling has conducted a background check on her.

Is it simply because she's talented?

Furthermore, how did Parthenon discover that Qin Yue had awakened on her own initiative, and that she had been receiving spiritual guidance almost entirely at the Azure Sky Hunter's Den?

Not having to go to school every day and having plenty of time to play and cultivate has made a certain little girl extremely envious.

"Lingling, why did Parthenon take Qin Yue away?"

"I don't know, maybe they have some kind of method for awakening a healing mage through self-awareness? Grandpa didn't say."

Lingling shook her head, and Bai Mo, seeing this, could only shake his head helplessly as well, deciding not to think about these troublesome things.

Once I'm strong enough, I don't care about Parthenon or anything else, I'll turn them all to dust!

The clouds were snow-white, and the private plane flew by, but compared to this vast sea of ​​clouds, it looked like an ant crawling slowly.

"Five mentors, whose plane is this? Why aren't there any dancers here?"

Bai Mo sat on the sofa near the window, holding a glass of juice, and spoke to a group of middle-aged people who were arguing heatedly about the international situation, their faces flushed with disagreement.

"What 'Miss'? This is Grand Instructor Feng Li's vehicle. That old guy is so old-fashioned, he doesn't have any of those things." Song He stroked his beard.

"Hmph, young man, beware of lust!" Feng Li glared at Bai Mo.

Shrugging, Bai Mo glanced at Lu Yilin, who was sitting far away from him. The Lu family hadn't had an easy time these past few years. If it weren't for the existence of a super-level mage in the family, they probably wouldn't even be able to maintain their position as a prominent family.

Lu Yilin's performance was one of the last attempts for the Lu family to shed their past bad reputation and rebuild their image, since the National Games were also a way to bring glory to the country.

Yes, the suppression of the Lu family's power, and the effort to reduce the four major families of Shanghai to three, forming a new three-way power structure, was secretly spearheaded by the Bai family in conjunction with the Mu and Dongfang families.

It didn't matter that he was sitting a little further away from me.

The plane landed in Tokyo, and Bai Mo and several instructors headed to Donghai City without Lu Yilin. Feng Li was there to learn about the situation of each student at the National Academy, but he was only concerned about Mo Fan causing trouble.

After finding the Nationalist team's accommodation, everyone gathered in the conference room.

"I've heard about your performance in this naval battle; it was pretty good, no major mishaps. However, staying in the Nationalist Army requires more than just performance; it also requires real ability."

Feng Li stood at the very front of the long table, his face as unchanging as an old tree, devoid of warmth, his stern eyes sweeping over every student from the National Academy.

"Actually, it's already quite good, considering Donghai City experienced a major tidal wave. According to Ai Jiangtu's report, Mu Ningxue performed exceptionally well!"

Song He is the principal of the Imperial Capital Academy. He only feels pity for Mu Ningxue. He said this in the hope that Feng Li would give her a break.

However, Feng Li was a ruthless person, and his words fell without any emotion: "It seems that only Mu Ningxue has not reached the high level."

Mu Ningxue remained silent, but Jiang Shaoxu pleaded for her, which displeased Mu Tingying. Bai Mo, sitting at the very front, saw everything clearly.

When it comes to serious matters, Feng Li is not one to follow such rules. The requirement for members of the National Government is high rank; if you don't meet it, you'll be kicked out—that's the rule.

"Your next stop is Korea. The new team members have already arrived in Tokyo. After we return to China, you will set off. Bai Mo, you can make your own arrangements. Also, Mu Nujiao will become a full member, and Mu Ningxue will come back to China with us," Feng Li said.

Bai Mo nodded slightly, and then the instructors distributed the resources, including cash, cultivation resources, and spirit seeds and magical tools.

The total value of this resource allocation is about three to four hundred million. As the team leader, Bai Mo received the most and the simplest thing: one hundred million in cash.

"Five mentors, don't you have any resources for training in dimensional magic? I'm not short of money." Bai Mo held up a bank card, looking somewhat helpless.

Feng Li's expression was somewhat stiff. He exchanged glances with Song He and the other five mentors, all of whom saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. Finally, Feng Li said:

"This national government resource reward is a gift from the country alone. Our country is short of relevant cultivation resources. When you arrive at your next destination, the resources will be linked to the international prize pool. I'll see if I can exchange some useful ones for you."

"Is there that dimensional stone in ancient times, on the Wild Goose Pagoda?" Bai Mo asked.

"That thing can't be bought for 100 million! It'll be more reasonable if you pay it later." Feng Li's face darkened; of course he knew about that thing.

There aren't many space mages in China, but there aren't a few either. Most of them are senior high-level or even super-level mages. And the dimensional stone in Yanta only produces one every five years, so there aren't enough to go around!

Bai Mo shrugged. Cash is fine. At least he won't have to pay out of his own pocket to buy spirit seeds for Feng Ling recently, instead of selling spirit essence.

He couldn't be bothered with Mu Ningxue's affairs, nor was it necessary.

Following the original story's trajectory, after leaving the Mu family and experiencing setbacks, she became even stronger.

Having obtained the resources, Bai Mo pulled Mu Nujiao outside.

The mentors set off in the afternoon, so they still had some time to be affectionate.

The East China Sea Battle City is much larger than the Zhongshan Sea Battle City, which stands on a small island. New and old houses are scattered around, and traces of the sea are still visible on the streets.

"Where are you taking me?" Mu Nujiao asked.

Bai Mo took her hand in his, unconsciously playing with and kneading it, and casually said, "Let's just take a walk. It's been a long time since I've taken a stroll like this."

"Hmm~" Mu Nujiao nodded. "How was your trip back to China? Was it smooth?"

"Not bad, I made a contract with a Little Dragon Girl and a Thunder Saint Spirit."

"Little Dragon Girl?"

"Yes, her name is Jiaoyue. Like Daju, she is currently breaking through to the Commander level and is in a deep sleep."

Bai Mo recounted Jiao Yue's story and, sensing that her aura had become more vibrant, asked, "You've reached the advanced level of the wind element?"

"Yes."

"How does it feel to become a full team member?"

"generally."

Seeing that she seemed to be in a bad mood because of Mu Ningxue's impending departure from the team, Bai Mo thought for a moment, and then a strange pale white constellation suddenly appeared behind her.

Then a gentle breeze arose, creating countless air currents that formed a pair of pale white wings behind the white ink.

"Wind Wings - Summon Wings!"

Then, a pair of enormous wings flapped behind Bai Mo's back. Instead of taking flight, another pair of wind wings grew out and hovered behind his wind wings, like a projection of his wind wings.

Seeing Mu Nujiao looking at him with a puzzled expression, Bai Mo smiled, "Come on, I want to show you what it feels like to fly." (End of Chapter)