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

End of Chapter 31

Without turning his head, Bai Mo used his mind control technique with a mere thought. In an instant, a powerful force of repulsion appeared in the space around him.

The huge gray wolf beast pounced out from the shadow of the building next door and bit Bai Mo's waist and abdomen.

It was as if he had been struck by the force of a giant, and he was sent flying backwards for six or seven meters!

Bai Mo turned around and looked at the giant wolf, which was as tall as a three-story building. On the wolf's head, there was a black stripe that looked like an eye.

It was none other than a general-level demon, the Netherworld Wolf!

Frowning, Bai Mo sensed something was amiss. With only level three mental strength, dealing with this warrior would indeed require considerable effort.

For ordinary servants, the impact of this sudden retreat would have been enough to send them flying more than ten meters away, unable to even get up.

"Whoa!"

The Shadow Wolf landed firmly, gripping the ground with all four limbs. Bai Mo didn't intend to give it a chance to react, staring intently in the direction of the Shadow Wolf, a pure light shining from his eyes.

A vast spatial force gathered behind him, forming a magnificent star map, with a pure, jade-like silver light illuminating the surroundings.

"Spatial Rhythm!"

To deal with the warriors, Bai Mo did not disperse the space, but instead concentrated it together.

A diamond-shaped space emitting the same pure silver light appeared above the Shadow Wolf's head. The heavy force directly trapped the Shadow Wolf in this area. The vast spatial power condensed, as if a god had stepped on it.

It crushed heavily onto the shadow wolves below!

The Shadow Wolf was not a powerful demon, yet the mountain-like force crushed it in the blink of an eye, its limbs twisting strangely, its body lying helplessly on the ground.

There was no blood, no wailing; the oppressive space left it with no energy to do anything else.

Thanks to the warrior's powerful physique, the Shadow Wolf was not crushed into a pulp.

But clearly, Bai Mo wouldn't let it go so easily.

"Telekinesis!"

The heavy rhomboid space pressing down on the Shadow Wolf suddenly dissipated.

"Awooo!!"

The Shadow Wolf was about to unleash its last bit of power as it lunged into the shadows beside it. If it could simply disappear into the shadows, it could escape!

But how could that be? Its body had barely been propped up by its mangled limbs when a phantom sword, carrying the residual power of a mid-level compressed weapon, pierced through its head.

Sensing the somewhat dim silver nebula in his spiritual world, Bai Mo knew that his magical energy was less than a third of its original amount. He controlled the Phantom Sword to sever the Shadow Wolf's head, which was about half the size of a car.

Bai Mo waved his hand to put it away, then sent a message to the military personnel, indicating that he was leaving.

"Unfortunately, there is no vessel for the dead."

He took one last look at the Shadow Wolf gushing blood and the corpses scattered on the ground.

After handing over the duties with the military magistrate, they headed into the city.

After pulling off this job, he'll have enough to buy several months' worth of stock rolls.

Upon returning to the Qingtian Hunting Grounds, Bai Mo immediately received a reward for his act of kindness, which he only discovered later.

Besides Lingling, Leng Qing was also there.

After examining Leng Qing closely, Bai Mo noticed obvious signs of a battle on her body, and asked:

"Sister Leng Qing, did you go to the outskirts of the city to help the city guards?"

"We've gone to catch Blue Robe." Leng Qing shook her head and continued:

"The trial will find that the person who planned this incident was a trainee in blue uniform. Although he was not caught, he was severely injured."

This left Bai Mo speechless; he couldn't figure out what to say. Leng Qing seemed to understand Bai Mo's expression and said calmly:

"She can't escape! We already know what she looks like, and she's also been poisoned by my teammate."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo became curious about the appearance of the man in blue and asked:

"What does this person in blue look like?"

"Like this." Leng Qing took out her phone and showed him the photo.

"Tsk." Bai Mo shook his head. He's good-looking, but unfortunately he's a madman.

However, that's the end of the matter.

And he could finally get some rest. Although the feeling of slaying demons and killing enemies was great, the feeling of protecting others with his own power was also wonderful.

But Bai Mo prefers a simple life, eating and drinking as usual, and occasionally being a little mischievous.

The next day, at school.

There were many fallen flowers on the playground track, white, yellow, and pink.

Small ones, big ones, and those that are neither too small nor too big.

"The flowers of April have all faded in the human world!"

Zhou Tianyuan paced back and forth, sighing with emotion. Beside him, Bai Mo, Mei Qian, and Zhao Qingying were also strolling.

They had just finished training, which mainly involved practicing spell drawing, aiming to reduce the time required to cast spells.

At this time, Bai Mo would also practice with them.

There are no shortcuts to mastering star trails; one can only improve one's proficiency through continuous practice, thereby gaining control over star trails, star charts, and even constellations.

Bai Mo's mental strength was simply too powerful, essentially like having an experience card activated. Naturally, he was already capable of achieving his goals with a single thought.

However, drawing a star chart also takes time, so he also needs to practice constantly.

In addition to practicing casting spells, they also practice combat to improve their practical experience and understanding and application of magic.

Of course, this is also to help them adapt to each other and develop a tacit understanding.

It wasn't a friendly sparring match; instead, it was the school's experienced instructors who sparred with them.

Depending on the school teachers' arrangements, if there are two intermediate-level teachers, Bai Mo will perform together; if there is only one intermediate-level teacher...

Bai Mo could only watch from the sidelines, because the school's combat instructors were also very busy and didn't have time to practice with them every afternoon.

They had just finished training and were exhausted from their magical energy, so they went out for a walk.

Only after taking a break will you have the energy to meditate and recover.

None of the three seemed surprised by Zhou Tianyuan's remarks.

Over the course of a few months, both Zhao Qingying and Mei Qian, classmates, had come to know Zhou, a boy with feminine features.

Moreover, the poem he recited this time was quite fitting for the occasion. It was late April, and flowers were falling everywhere.

Are you confident you can break through to the intermediate level before September?

Bai Mo asked, referring to what he had learned from Ding Yumin a few days ago: Mingzhu Affiliated Magic High School actually had two intermediate-level magicians, one of whom was already capable of casting intermediate-level magic.

Zhou Tianyuan was the first to speak, perhaps because he was addicted to reciting poetry.

"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's nearing dusk."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Qingying frowned, then patted Zhou Tianyuan on the shoulder and said, "Speak like a human!"

"No, it will take a little more time."

As Zhou Tianyuan spoke, he shook his shoulders to relieve the soreness and also shook off Zhao Qingying's hand.

His lips trembled for a moment, but he ultimately swallowed the word "rude" that had reached his lips.

Zhao Qingying rolled her eyes at him; this guy must be out of his mind. Then she said:

"I need about another month to reach perfection before I can attempt my first breakthrough. It will also take time to recover my cultivation level."

Bai Mo nodded upon hearing this.

In other words, the second attempt will not be possible until the end of May at the earliest. Without relying on rare and precious materials, it will take at least three attempts to succeed.

Although Zhao Qingying is a member of the Zhao family, she is not a direct descendant. She is wealthy, but not much, and cannot afford rare and precious materials.

The implication is that it's highly unlikely to work.

After they had all finished speaking, Mei Qian softly spoke:

"I just had my first breakthrough a few days ago, and now my cultivation has regressed. I need to meditate for a while to recover."

"No wonder, I was wondering why your magical aura had been a bit unstable these past few days."

Zhao Qingying nodded knowingly. Coming from a merchant family, she was naturally perceptive and had noticed Mei Qian's unusual behavior long ago, but she thought it was because Mei Qian might not have rested well.

Mei Qian is a commoner mage who relies entirely on the school's resources for cultivation, thanks to her exceptional talent and tireless effort.

Therefore, it is normal not to get enough rest.

I never expected it was because of a breakthrough in cultivation level. If this were a member of a powerful family, they would probably have already broken through to the middle stage!

Zhao Qingying sighed inwardly.

"Okay, I understand." Bai Mo glanced at the three people's expressions, smiled, and said, "It's just casual conversation, don't feel pressured."

"Especially you, Mei Qian." Bai Mo glanced at the girl. After getting to know her better, he realized that she was a strong-willed person.

"Meditation practice also requires a balance between work and rest. I don't want to attend a classmate's funeral at such a young age."

"Pah! Have some decency!" Zhao Qingying retorted before Mei Qian could even speak. "No wonder you've spent so much money and still can't find a summoned beast!"

Mei Qian simply smiled, neither confirming nor denying their words.

The reason she works so hard is so that she can stand confidently in front of these family scions.

That's what she's doing now. So, the level of effort won't regress.

Although she knew they were just following Bai Mo to get points, Mei Qian still wanted to do her part.

In case things come to that, it'll be like when you're battling with your teacher.

Their opponents had two mid-level fighters, while they only had one. Before Bai Mo could even finish off one of their opponents, they were eliminated.

What if Bai Mo is ultimately surrounded and loses the match?

She didn't want it to be like this. Mei Qian believed in her own abilities, since she had managed to change Bai Mo's mind about making her a substitute through her strength.

If she can turn a three-person team into a four-person team, then why can't she try a little harder and break through to the intermediate level?

Use your strength to help Bai Mo share some of the pressure, and with a more confident attitude, win the championship of the Magic High School Tournament in Shanghai!

If Bai Mo knew Mei Qian's thoughts, he might explain: Actually, he usually holds back his own magic during training with them, releasing it according to the textbook in a very conventional way.

As for control, let alone a level four phantom sword.

That's completely useless.

Since Ding Yumin can share the strength of their school team members with him, how could their school not have spies?

Preserve Strength

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