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

"Where's Jingwei? Did she go into your Soul Refining Pot?"

Seeing that such a large bird disappear in a flash, Lingling guessed, having witnessed Ding Yumin subduing Bai Ze.

"That's right."

Bai Mo's face was somewhat stiff, and it took him a long time to nod slightly. The return of the totem allowed him to receive information from the Soul Refining Pot, understand what his Soul Refining Pot was used for on the surface, and also fully understand its function.

The reason his face was stiff was that he had just learned that the Soul Refining Pot didn't need a thousand soul essences to synthesize a higher-level soul essence; a hundred would suffice.

However, there is one prerequisite: the totem must be alive!

He felt heartbroken again. All those spirits had been burned in vain!

Thinking of this, Bai Mo took off the small pot hanging on his chest, lifted it up and showed it to the two of them. While staring at the totem in the pot, he thought to himself, "Anyway, I've already used up all my essence on you, so you're the one who's at a loss."

Inside the tiny pot, a bird, seemingly shrunk many times over, stretched its wings. Drifting aimlessly in the empty space, it appeared to be asleep, its demeanor utterly carefree.

"This looks quite interesting. Isn't it filled with spirits?" Lingling said.

"No, the essence is stored within the vessel's world; this is the space inside the pot."

Bai Mo thought for a moment, unsure how to describe the universe within its confines, and simply said, "Perhaps, the two are not in the same dimension?"

"I understand what you mean, but besides providing a place for Jingwei to rest, does the space inside this pot serve any other purpose, such as storing things?"

Shaking his head slightly, Bai Mo shrugged. "I've tried. Nothing else can get into the space inside the pot. I originally thought the space inside the pot was just for decoration."

"pity."

Lingling muttered something to herself, then let Ding Yumin pick her up and fly towards Shanghai.

Although humans possess the technology of magical storage devices, they have never seen a magical device for storing living beings.

At Mingzhu Academy, the training phase of the World Nationalities Competition is coming to an end, and there are hardly any teams coming to the Kyushu National Hall anymore.

Ding Yumin no longer needed to guard the gymnasium. Bai Mo knew that at this time, some outstanding gymnasts could go to Venice to participate in the competition as substitutes.

Sitting on a bench in the courtyard, he looked at Ding Yumin and asked, "Did the school send you to Venice?"

"I told you, I don't want to go." Ding Yumin turned her head and glanced at him. "Besides, it's not necessary."

"Why wouldn't I need that? Watch me play! Watching me up close is much better than watching videos online!"

"I'm about to break through, and I plan to cultivate in seclusion during this time."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo's eyes widened, and he asked with a mixture of surprise and delight:

"Super-tier?"

"No, the curse type is almost at the advanced level three, and the fire type is also showing signs of advancing."

"Goodness, that scared me. I thought you were going to reach the Super Rank." Bai Mo said with a hint of regret.

"It's still early."

"Hehe~" Bai Mo let out a malicious laugh, leaning closer, "Do you want me to help you relax?"

As he spoke, he had already embraced the girl and was walking into the house.

"You're trying to help me?"

"Of course, my massage skills are top-notch, you know that."

Ding Yumin, seemingly remembering something, spat out, "Vulgar."

Bai Mo couldn't understand, but after getting tired of massaging her, he took the opportunity to give the girl some pointers on how to sing and play the guitar.

When the moon was high in the sky, the music in the room finally stopped. Holding his little pillow, Bai Mo took a deep breath.

"Even if I don't go to Venice, I still want to ride a boat with you. What's that saying again? It takes a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride."

Ding Yumin leaned against him and whispered, "I've already shared a pillow with you."

"Well"

Scratching his head, Bai Mo was caught off guard by the unexpected words.

"I'm planning to go to Guangzhou tomorrow."

His change of topic was abrupt, but fortunately the person in his arms didn't mind.

"I'm not going to follow you anywhere."

"Give Feng Zhoulong a gift." Bai Mo thought of the lowly craftsman's corpse that he had kept in his personal space for a while.

"A gift? You haven't given me a gift since you came back, and you're giving one to an old man." Ding Yumin narrowed her eyes and twisted Bai Mo's ear with her small hand.

"It can't really be called a gift, it's an object. Let him study it and see if he can make something of it."

Once he felt the hand on his ear disappear, he muttered to himself, "Besides, didn't I just give you a multi-million dollar order?"

"Let go, let go, you weren't like this before."

"You weren't this indecent before."

Bai Mo grabbed her hand, "Wow, you've even learned to roast people now."

"Don't worry, I'll only criticize you."

"Tsk~" A complex and indescribable expression appeared on Bai Mo's face. He sat up and said, "What a mess."

"Forget it, I'm not going to talk about it anymore. I'm going to start cultivating."

Ding Yumin glanced at the man. Because he was holding her, when he stood up, she also sat up.

Seeing that the person had released her and started cultivating, Ding Yumin also closed her eyes and began to meditate.

Demon City Mage Tower

"Is he the craftsman?"

Inside the laboratory, Feng Zhoulong stared in shock at the corpse before him.

You should know that this is one of the four great master craftsmen of the infamous Assassin's Hall. Although Bei Jiang is the weakest among them, he should still be far stronger than a student like Bai Mo.

"How could it be fake? His magic is very special; you'll know once you check it."

Without Bai Mo saying anything, Feng Zhoulong had already put on gloves and started working.

"A fusion of Chaos and Shadow elements? No wonder the lowly craftsman could cross the boundary of the Super-Rank to carry out assassinations."

"Hmm? There's even some special shadow substance here. Tsk tsk, this stuff is good."

"However, the magic system that combines these two elements is still worth studying."

A crimson light occasionally flashed in Feng Zhoulong's hand as he muttered to himself, without needing Bai Mo to respond.

In fact, Bai Mo no longer exists in his world.

He's just like a research fanatic.

Bai Mo raised an eyebrow. After waiting for two hours, the man finally stopped his bizarre behavior of holding a corpse's head and muttering to himself. Only then did he remember that there was someone else beside him.

"Ahem, sorry, I forgot about God for a moment. You came to me to extract the dark matter from his body, right? But it seems you don't need it."

As Feng Zhoulong spoke, his necromancy-based supernatural power made him an expert at looting, so he had been asked for favors many times. He immediately guessed Bai Molai's intentions.

"I don't need it, but I can give it to people around me, or I can sell it."

Bai Mo was happy to let him guess wildly, because apart from Feng Zhoulong's extraordinary power, there were really very few people who could see the spiritual world of a dead person, let alone discover the mysteries within it.

"That's true. This shadow substance of yours is quite special and will definitely fetch a good price. I won't charge you any handling fees, since there are more interesting things in his corpse."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo knew the key point was coming. He feigned curiosity and asked, "What did you discover? I just heard you say that the Chaos and Shadow elements have merged."

"Yes, my Chaos System and Shadow System actually share the same star system; you can think of it as a fusion of the two systems."

Feng Zhoulong's gaze was intense and frighteningly bright. "Do you know what this means?!"

"This means that fusion magic is feasible!" Bai Mo said.

With a clap of his hands, Feng Zhoulong nodded emphatically, as if he had met a kindred spirit.

"Indeed, fusion magic—this will be an epoch-making change. It's definitely not a simple matter of one plus one equals two; it will give birth to countless new spells."

"stop!"

Bai Mo quickly interrupted his musings, pointing to the lowly craftsman's corpse, "It's too early to talk about these things now. The path is right here. I wish you success, and you can come to me anytime if you encounter any difficulties."

"Really? You said it yourself. Your Bai family is quite wealthy. Why don't you cover the research funding?" Feng Zhoulong said happily.

"I told you to come to me, but the Bai family isn't mine yet."

With a sigh, Bai Mo said again, "Extract the Shadow Matter for me, I'm short on money lately."

"Alright then." Feng Zhoulong channeled his transcendent power, muttering to himself, "Speaking of which, it was the Blood Shard you gave me that gave me the idea for fusing magic. Luckily, I kept a little of that thing. I'll have to study it carefully after you leave."

"Don't talk about this kind of thing in front of me."

"Sigh, I'm getting old, I like to talk to myself, don't eavesdrop."

Bai Mo: ? ? ?

What's wrong with this old man? Is he eavesdropping?!

Without uttering a word, Bai Mo accepted the Shadow Matter and then left.

According to Feng Zhoulong, this thing originally should have contained the remnant spirit of a lowly craftsman, but after he left it for a long time, the remnant spirit had dissipated.

Similarly, the effect of this shadow substance called Shadow Shade will be weakened.

However, Bai Mo didn't care, since he was going to sell it anyway. Shadow matter was even rarer than soul seeds, and it was extremely precious.

He didn't say anything, so who knew this thing could have been even stronger?

As for the auction location, Venice is the place to go. With the Grand Prix just around the corner, it's a hub for tourists from all over the world, including many magicians and, as you can imagine, wealthy people. It also boasts a world-class marketplace.

It's naturally more cost-effective to auction there, and it's easier to sell it for a good price.

A diverse crowd moved through the streets of Venice, most of them shivering.

A gentle, melodious tune drifted from the mouth of the European and American woman steering the boat at the bow, as Bai Mo leisurely admired the exotic scenery.

It has to be said that it's better to have more people; with more people, there are more pleasing sights to behold.

The young women were all different; some had fair skin, some had slender waists, some had long legs, some were graceful, and some had an ethereal quality.

This severely hampered his return to the team.

Although the competition hasn't started yet, there might not be many people where the teams are stationed.

To be fair, there are quite a few pretty young ladies and handsome young men.

There are cute, submissive guys and fierce, aggressive guys, but Bai Mo thinks neither of them are as handsome as him.

Hey, that blond guy looks familiar.

Bai Mo's eyes narrowed as he spotted a man on the street, his eyes darting around furtively. Beside him was a handsome young man with dark skin and equally shifty eyes.

"Let's do it here."

"Okay, sir. Here is my business card. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything else. Of course, you can also contact me if you have any other needs."

The woman rowing the boat stopped humming, a hint of regret flashing in her large blue eyes, before she smiled and pulled out a business card.

Bai Mo hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright then, I'll call you next time I take a boat. I hope your guests won't be upset then."

As he spoke, he took the business card and glanced at it subconsciously.

Azharia?!

Bai Mo stopped disembarking and turned to look directly at the woman who was smiling as she watched him disembark.

"Asha'erya?!"

"What? It's only been a year, and you've already forgotten me, Young Master Bai? That's truly heartbreaking."

As the woman at the bow spoke, she gently lifted her hand from her face, instantly transforming her originally azure eyes into a deep blue hue tinged with black, and giving her face a touch of Eastern charm.

Her demeanor has transformed from that of a gentle, water-town woman to one of elegance and mystery, with a friendly smile on her face that makes her exceptionally charming.

"What are you doing here?"

Bai Mo looked at those rather familiar eyes with some surprise. He was indeed looking for Asha'ruya. He had thought that he would run into her at the auction to steal the Sin Stone, but he didn't expect to encounter her here.

"Weren't you looking for a lightning-type soul seed?" A glint of cunning flashed in Asha's eyes.

How did you know?

While asking the question aloud, Bai Mo already knew in his heart that the fish had come to take the bait on its own.

While he was in the United States, he asked Lingling to find a reliable source of information and posted a bounty for information about finding a Thunder Element Soul Seed, all in order to lure out Asha's Ya.

After all, given the capabilities of this information broker, he should definitely be able to see this request.

There was no other way; Asha'ruya was hard to find. He couldn't just barge onto Mount Parthenon and say, "I want to see your candidate goddess."

This auction was the only place Bai Mo knew she would appear, but he didn't know when; it was all a matter of luck.

"I have my own methods, Little Seven Star Hunter Master~"

The elegant woman blinked her jewel-like eyes and chuckled softly.

"Alright, what do you need me for, boatwoman?"

Bai Mo simply sat on the eaves of the boat again, gazing at the long, straight, beautiful legs accentuated by the pencil pants, and the astonishing fullness outlined by the fabric, admiring them without any attempt to hide it.

Asha's gaze fell upon his eyes, and seeing their pure light, she said:

"Interesting. Wasn't this the request you made? Why are you asking me about it?"

Blinking, Bai Mo thought to himself, "I knew it," and asked, "You knew the news?"

"Of course, but if you want to know, you'll need to come with me." Asha'sya casually sat down on the side, her bare feet gently gazing at the water.

"Where to?"

"Tyrant Mountains." As she slowly uttered these four words, Asha's beautiful eyes were fixed on the Saint Mark World Auction Hall in the distance.

"When?"

"I'll let you know when the time comes. Keep my business card safe."

As soon as Asha Ruya finished speaking, she vanished from the spot.

"Trying to teleport in front of me?"

Bai Mo pursed his lips. How could he not know what Asha Ruya had gone to do?

With a light step, only a gentle breeze swirled around him, and when he landed again, he was already beside the blond man on the street by the shore.

"Zhao Manyan."

His appearance did not surprise the blond man; Zhao Manyan and Mo Fan had already seen him when he disembarked.

"Bai Mo, who was that girl just now? Are all boatmen this frivolous now? She's actually a high-level space mage."

Mo Fan asked, clearly indicating that those who had been watching Bai Mo had also witnessed Asha's disappearance.

"Yeah, but that girl looks hot. Hey Bai Mo, did you manage to get her contact information?" Zhao Manyan said slyly.

"He's just a boatman; you wouldn't know him even if I told you."

Bai Mo spoke calmly, glancing at the shadows of the street to his left.

"You can't say that. There's a saying that goes, 'It takes a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride.' If we take the boat a few more times, won't we be able to share a pillow?"

Zhao Manyan twitched his eyebrows and chuckled.

Shaking his head, Bai Mo felt there was some truth to it, though the words sounded vaguely familiar. (End of Chapter)