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

Between the entertainment, Bai Mo could clearly sense Jiao Jiao's difference; like her plant-based self, she was too clingy.

After spending the whole day together, he finally let Mu Nujiao leave. The competition was about to begin, and both of them needed to get into the right mindset.

Bai Mo sat on the sofa, and inexplicably felt a sense of emptiness in his straight back.

After calming his mind and spirit, he began to carefully recall the secret method of spiritual imprint that he had learned from his mentor Xiao Jun two years ago.

Thanks to the murals in the Mogao Grottoes, his spiritual realm not only reached the sixth level, but also made further progress at the sixth level. It was the perfect time for him to cultivate this spiritual seal.

The Spirit Imprint is different from the Sand Core Secret Technique and the Bai Family's Soul Weapon Secret Technique that he cultivated before. This is self-cultivation, exploring inward, rather than seeking outward. It is about finding that feeling in one's own spiritual world when one was still in the initial, small realm.

Starting from this point, with overwhelming force and a do-or-die determination, use top-tier mental power to cut open a part of your own spirit and condense a spiritual imprint.

Everything is difficult at the beginning. The easiest thing for people to do is forget. Memory can also modify a lot of things, causing the facts and memories to deviate.

Fortunately, in the past two years, when Bai Mo was carrying out the step before condensing the spiritual seal, which was to nourish the space system star river with his spirit, he had been deepening his impression of the small realm of his spiritual power.

Even so, it wasn't until dark that he accurately found that feeling.

Without the slightest hesitation, his mental power instantly converged, and a silver axe light descended upon his spiritual world, instantly splitting a small portion of his vast spiritual sea.

That corresponds to the part about spiritual power at a minor realm!

"Hiss~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

A long inhale escaped Bai Mo's throat. He, who had been sitting upright on the sofa, hunched over like a shrimp. His face was deathly pale, and his veins were bulging and bulging. His once handsome features were now all distorted. Combined with his pale face and the throbbing, bulging veins, he looked like a demon from hell, ugly and terrifying.

The shrimp on the sofa twitched from time to time, while in the spiritual world, Bai Mo was enduring the pain, condensing the severed spiritual power into a strange mark, and sending it down into the space system star river.

To put it simply, this is equivalent to creating a spatial-type spiritual seed and bestowing it upon a spatial-type galaxy.

But the reality is far more complicated!

Even though he had nurtured the space system galaxy with his mental energy for two years, making the space system galaxy accustomed to being closely connected with his mental energy.

However, as the spatial system galaxy was being operated to completely leave this spiritual imprint within it, an immense attraction was constantly disintegrating the spiritual imprint and absorbing it.

Perhaps "recall" is a more appropriate term. The connection of spiritual forces in the Sea of ​​Spirit is inseparable. Even if Bai Mo temporarily separates them with his powerful mental force, they will slowly merge back together.

Therefore, the executioner's blade must keep falling!

Time and again, this connection was severed until the spiritual imprint was completely absorbed by the space system galaxy. The inner and outer membranes of the galaxy completely blocked the connection between the two, and the spiritual imprint completely became a power that amplified the space system!

Swish! The silver axe flashed again!

"hiss!!!!!!"

Another gasp escaped Bai Mo's lips, and he felt his mind go numb.

He finally understood why so few people cultivated this technique. The pain of the first step was already unbearable. Last time, severing his soul connection was painful enough, and this pain was still ongoing. Heaven knows how long it would last and how much suffering it would entail.

Fortunately, the two consecutive severances slowed down the establishment of the spiritual connection, and the fact that he spent twice as much time nurturing it as an ordinary person made the spiritual seal's response to the spiritual sea unusually sluggish.

This gave Bai Mo a relatively ample time to adapt, but it also prevented him from using his mental power recklessly, requiring him to constantly pay attention to the connections in his mental world and to sever them in a timely manner.

He frowned, but quickly put aside the influence of not being able to use his mental power. It was just that he couldn't use spatial and sonic magic, which required mental amplification to be effective in combat.

He also has summoning abilities, including wind, earth, and lightning, any of which are no less powerful than those of the current National Academy students.

That should be enough to handle the first half of the National Team game.

As it turns out, human beings are incredibly adaptable; even when their inner world is ravaged, Bai Mo can remain expressionless.

His stomach protested loudly. Bai Mo got up from the sofa, which was already soaked with sweat, took off his clothes that were clinging to his body and were completely wet, took a good bath, and then went out to find food.

It was already broad daylight. There were no vendors or carts on the streets of Venice. Bai Mo casually walked into a pizzeria and started eating.

"You don't look well."

Just then, a voice rang out, and then a person sat down opposite him.

Bai Mo didn't even look up. He could tell it was Jiang Shaoxu from the voice. He swallowed the last piece of pizza whole before finally looking up.

"You haven't slept all night, what are you doing here?"

As he asked, seeing Jiang Shaoxu's exquisite makeup, meticulously styled hair, and suit jacket, he immediately knew that she must be out shopping.

"Just got out of customs, just came out for a stroll."

As expected, Jiang Shaoxu's answer was exactly what she thought. But then she added, "Captain, be careful! Your face doesn't look like you've been staying up all night; it looks more like you've overdone it."

Bai Mo raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised, but put on a half-smile. His face was indeed excessively pale, but his eyes remained bright and alert, fixed on the girl in front of him.

"What do you mean by 'excessive'? What did I 'excessively' with? You?"

"You can manage on your own." Jiang Shaoxu wasn't the type to feel embarrassed when others were watching her; she directly stared at Bai Mo with wide eyes.

If someone were to look over at this moment, they would see that it was two childish kids playing a game where whoever blinks first loses.

"Your heart is beating a little fast," Bai Mo whispered with a smile in his eyes.

"You misheard me!" Jiang Shaoxu turned her head away, picked up her things, and left.

Bai Mo chuckled softly, paid the bill, and returned to the Guofu Hotel. Just as he was about to enter, a young woman from the East with a microphone approached him.

"Hello, we are reporters from Dragon TV, here to interview the National Team. Do you have some time?"

Slightly taken aback, Bai Mo didn't recall having this kind of setup before the National Games. After a moment's recollection, he remembered seeing several people blocked off on his way back, surrounded by people with long guns and short cannons.

"Of course, let's find a place to sit down and talk."

Nodding, Bai Mo glanced at the reporter's name tag: Ji Xiaolan. "That's an interesting name."

Leading them away from the hotel entrance, Bai Mo sat them down at a rest pavilion on the street and began to speak.

"Miss Ji, what would you like to ask? And why did you seek me out?"

"Oh, I see. Our interview is only for the captain of the National Government team. Here are my questions."

Ji Xiaolan got into character, looking at Bai Mo's face with admiration. She spoke calmly and unhurriedly:

"I understand that Bai Mo is not only quite well-known domestically, but also helped other countries solve many problems during his time at the National University. He is quite promising at such a young age. What are your expectations for leading the National University team in this competition?"

"I do hope for the championship," Bai Mo said directly, which surprised Ji Xiaolan. She had thought that this classmate would be more modest after hearing the previous sentence.

Unexpectedly, Bai Mo spoke of winning the championship directly, and his words were so powerful that even Ji Xiaolan and the others were infected by his aura, as if he really could win the championship.

Ji Xiaolan quickly shook off this influence, feeling only that she had lost her mind, and continued:

"Student Bai is very confident. Every captain of the National University team has a slogan to showcase their style, either for their teammates or for their opponents. Does Student Bai have anything to say?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo's expression turned strange. He felt this interview was rather flashy and nonsensical; what slogans? Wasn't it just empty talk? Without any politeness, he revealed a confident and sincere smile and said:

"Go for second place! Best of luck!"

"Well"

Ji Xiaolan paused again. Her usually sharp tongue was now completely useless. She felt that the guy in front of her was overly confident, yet strangely convincing.

The interview on Dragon TV quickly spread throughout the country and then rapidly spread to many national teams, but the most exciting news was online.

Turkey-flavored rice crackers: This guy is pretty handsome! I like that kind of confidence. It would be really funny if he got beaten up and cried.

Emperor Yu Huang: Sigh, confidence is a good thing. I hope we can perform better this time.

Mei, my wife: She won second place and even offered her congratulations? Does he mean he's the only one who got first place? Interesting.

Milky White Snow Child: I think I've heard this name before, she seems to have some skill.

Rili Wanji: LOL, he's just a good-for-nothing from the Bai family. He can be a captain in the National Guard? I could do that too!

The majority of online comments were skeptical of Bai Mo. There were some defending him and some rational ones, but they were all drowned out.

If Jiang Yu, who is familiar with the internet, were here, he would surely discover that behind these insults, there is a pair of people pulling the strings.

Meanwhile, in Venice, many members of the National Team, who were staying in different hotels, also witnessed an interview with Bai Mo.

"Hmph! Just trying to attract attention!"

At the Fusang team's rest area, Shao Hegu scoffed disdainfully. He admitted that Bai Mo had some strength, but first place? He didn't deserve it.

He saw clearly what happened during the mission that destroyed the Red Ornament Guild. Bai Mo only won because he had a Soul Seed, while Kasa did not.

What's the big deal? Now that he also has a soul seed, Bai Mo's advantage no longer exists.

"Interesting. An Ruo said he's very strong?"

For the British team, Zhelu's azure eyes revealed a hint of interest as he looked at Eileen.

"Probably, Anruo didn't tell me the details either," Eileen nodded.

"Pfft—!" A sneer rang out from a man next to Eileen. "Maybe Earl Anruo was just being polite. After all, he's her savior. This clown should be kneeling and thanking God for even making it to the top eight!!"

"Hahaha!" The others in the rest area laughed as well.

Meanwhile, at the Kyushu National Team's rest area, Feng Li looked at Bai Mo with a headache.

"Watch your words next time; after all, you represent our National Team."

"Mentor, you still don't trust my abilities? It's not the right time now. In a few days, no one will dare to say otherwise." Bai Mo didn't care and waited for the opening ceremony of the National Tournament to begin.

"We still need to put on an act, but being too high-profile isn't good." Songhe stroked his chin and added:

"If you're not going to pretend, you need to take a tougher stance and let your actions speak for themselves."

"A tougher stance?" Bai Mo's expression was strange. Was this an order to crush him and quickly end the battle?!

He did know that the first opening match after the opening ceremony was Kyushu vs. Fusang, but he knew exactly why he knew.

However, judging from this, it seems that the two teachers also knew?

Given the historical baggage of Kyushu and Fusang, it's understandable that his two mentors wanted him to overcome it.

But how would the teacher know?

This is such a lousy match. Could it be that the opponents were secretly arranged by these old geezers?

The team members sitting near Bai Mo had different expressions. Some were confident in Bai Mo's strength and thought it was only natural, while others secretly hoped that he would fail.

As the cannons fired, cameras panned across the 32 national flags hanging in the sky above Venice, and captured images of the numerous monks below, adding to their global attention and glory.

The Venetian Doge Biot took the stage to deliver a speech, expressing gratitude to numerous magical organizations around the world, from the Temple of Liberty in the Americas to St. Peter's Basilica.

Then, the tense and exciting lottery drawing session began immediately, with Bai Mo, as the team leader, going on stage to draw lots.

He could feel the various gazes from those present, but he remained expressionless. After drawing his lots, he stepped off the stage, completely unconcerned about who his opponent was.

Nearby, Shao Hegu, who had drawn Kyushu Team's opponent, let out a heavy snort.

"You'll find out soon enough that you're a joke."

Nearby, Mochizuki Chika, who overheard his words, said, "Don't be careless, the Kyushu team is very strong."

"We are stronger, Master. That guy has been arrogant all along because he mastered the Soul Seed ahead of everyone else. I will crush him into the ground!"

Shao and Gu Dao believed that Bai Mo relied on the Soul Seed and summoned beasts, and that his team members could handle it.

"Exactly, the Kyushu team is just a bunch of chickens and dogs. They couldn't even make it into the top 16 last time, and it's the same this time. Apart from the captain, I guess the rest of them are no good," Ming Busong said, still resentful that he hadn't gotten the Dark Duke's Cloak.

"Sigh~" Mochizuki Chika sighed. She couldn't very well say, "I was beaten down by that guy, could I?"

On the other side, everyone at the National Government got excited after learning that their opponent was Japan.

"They seem very confident," Jiang Shaoxu glanced at the Fusang team not far away.

"Heh~, they probably think we're still the same Kyushu team from last year," Guan Yu laughed. "Mentor, let me go. I guarantee I'll teach them a lesson."

"You? I think I'm the one who should be here," Mo Fan said, his fists already itching for a punch.

"Speaking of which, aren't we just opening the tournament?" Jiang Yu said seriously, sitting to the side.

"Good, so you'd better give me a good beating!" Feng Li said emphatically.

He glanced at everyone, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Mu Tingying, Nan Rongni, your injuries haven't healed yet, so don't go on the field. We must play well in the opening match! Bai Mo, Guan Yu, Nan Jue, Jiang Shaoxu, Li Kaifeng, you guys go up."

Feng Li knew Bai Mo's current condition, but still did not send any of his three generals—Ai Jiangtu, Mo Fan, and Mu Ningxue—as insurance.

He was very confident in Bai Mo's abilities!

He even fielded four squishy support heroes as teammates, and even the tanky Lao Zhao was suppressed.

What the hell is arrogance? What the hell is haughtiness?

"So this is Feng Li? And he's criticizing me?" Bai Mo thought to himself. "What, is putting me on the list your only respect for your opponent?"

Clicking his tongue, Bai Mo looked at Feng Li and realized that it seemed to actually work.

That's just being both shameless and promiscuous. (End of Chapter)