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

Bai Mo closed his eyes, feeling as if he were immersed in a wondrous transformation.

It's like a kind of self-refinement, a feeling of eliminating the dross and retaining the essence, and clearing away the turbid and promoting the pure.

In fact, this feeling did not come from his body, but from the wind-element star sea that he was currently being soaked in by countless colorless wind springs.

Under Bai Mo's gaze, the starry sea did not show any obvious changes; it remained the same color and the same size.

But as that feeling grew stronger, he felt that something was different about his starry sea.

It seems to be filled with the steam of a spring.

It's like a calm body of water, not a blowing wind.

As the feeling of being baptized faded, a mysterious connection arose spontaneously.

In an instant, Bai Mo understood the reason for the changes in his Wind Star Sea.

Side effects?

He muttered to himself, understanding the outcome of this change.

That is, there is an additional effect like water, which is an effect that belongs to the wind-type star sea itself.

As the name suggests, this effect allows his wind to be like water, possessing the quality and carrying capacity of water.

This directly enhanced the power that his magic could produce.

No wonder he had such a strong feeling of being condensed just now.

When he opened his eyes, the spring water was still gushing up from underground, but it was no longer flowing towards him.

Bai Mo exerted force, pulled out the illumination crystal, and continued to dive downwards.

The spring was deeper than he had imagined, and it didn't flow straight down. According to Bai Mo's estimation, he might have already reached the banks of the Yi River.

When his feet finally touched the bottom, Bai Mo looked around using the light from the illumination crystal.

This is a small underground cave. The entire cave is filled with transparent spring water, and there are no doors, skeletons, or anything like that in sight.

Following the opposite direction of the spring breeze, Bai Mo slowly arrived at a wall on the east side.

There is a very small crack here, and the spring breeze flows out from the crack.

With a gentle touch of the hand on the stone wall, wisps of sound waves spread across the entire wall.

The sound waves outlined the shape of the entire cave wall, but there were no traces of any mechanisms or dents.

"The passage is not opened using a token."

He silently prayed to himself, his fingers continuing to tap the wall, the more penetrating sound strings breaking into the stone wall.

The entire interior of the stone wall slowly unfolded in its mind: the regular structure, the transmission mechanism, the broken parts...

With a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Bai Mo immediately withdrew his hand. It turned out that the mechanism was broken after all that work. The gap in front of him was where the horn token should have been placed.

"Turn to sand!"

A dark golden light shone from Bai Mo's palm as he pressed it against the stone wall in front of him.

In an instant, the entire stone wall was covered with a dark golden luster, then collapsed in a rustling sound, turning into a pile of dust, which then rose upwards in the ever-flowing spring wind.

Holding a luminous crystal in his hand, the shimmering light clearly illuminated the dark golden sand flowing upwards around him. Bai Mo stepped forward and entered a larger cavern.

The pure white light slowly spread throughout the cave, starting from the white ink and gradually revealing the entire cave's scenery inch by inch.

On the slightly dusty ground, a broken longsword lay. White bones, a huge, ferocious dragon's head, and behind it, a massive skeleton resembling a tunnel.

Clumps of unidentified plants grow on the skeleton, exuding a powerful sense of life.

Bai Mo threw out several lighting crystals in succession, illuminating the area completely. He looked at the dragon skeleton lying face down on the ground, and the broken longsword in front of the dragon's head.

The horn appeared in his hand, and he infused it with his wind magic. A blue magic light shone from the horn and shot onto the dragon's corpse, but it had no effect whatsoever.

"It's in a worse situation than me; its totem is broken, and there's no hope left."

Jingwei appeared quietly, folding her wings and standing near Bai Mo, her eyes fixed on the dragon's body.

"Its power has all dissipated; the plant-based power has condensed into plant seeds within it, and its wind-based power is in that broken totem artifact. Quickly summon the little wind spirit to absorb it."

Jingwei kept sending thoughts through her mind, and a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes, even though she neither remembered nor recognized this fellow being.

"I'm going to start transforming it."

Seeing Jingwei begin to shower down fragments of undead mixed with totem light and the power of curses, Bai Mo didn't waste any time. He immediately summoned the Wind Spirit and had it sit on the broken longsword to absorb the energy.

At the same time, Bai Mo looked around and found no clues, such as pictures.

He then turned his gaze to the shattered totem artifact, its faint patterns now unrecognizable. Through the broken exterior, he suddenly noticed what appeared to be a sword inside.

Is this a mother-and-child sword?!

Bai Mo's eyes narrowed. He grasped a small protrusion at the hilt of the sword and gently pulled it outwards.

A click followed by a hissing friction sound, which sounded old and worn, like the sound of an old television screen, but slightly higher-pitched.

With a sound, a smaller sword was drawn.

The sword's blade is entirely like jade, but in the very center of the blade, a clearly visible crack stands out prominently.

From within the crack, a dense wind element mixed with a special power surged out and then merged into the Wind Spirit's body.

Jingwei's judgment was correct; the companion vessel of the Horned Wood Dragon was even more damaged than when she had destroyed it.

Just then, the small sword suddenly weathered away and darted into the wind spirit's mouth like a fish.

Bai Mo: ? ? ?

"What the heck?" He immediately looked at Feng Ling, only to see her revert from her doll-like appearance to that of a young girl.

The once gorgeous clothes have changed somewhat, becoming more practical and suitable for combat.

At the same time, a short sword hung at her waist.

Wind Spirit: !!!

Bai Mo didn't quite understand; he couldn't see what the extra sword was for. Feng Ling also seemed confused; she drew the sword and brandished it a couple of times.

It wasn't very powerful; the sword seemed to be entirely formed from her body.

However, Bai Mo soon realized something was wrong, because the spring wind energy throughout the entire cave was constantly flowing back and into Feng Ling's body.

As the spring breeze returned, the wind spirit's aura gradually increased. The three distinct yet mixed colors of wind on her body slowly merged into one.

It's like three great rivers that originally had different origins. Now, under the influence of the spring wind, their sources have merged. Although there are still three winds, there is no longer a need for troublesome manipulation. The power can be used more easily, and the effect can be better.

At the same time, Bai Mo also felt the changes within himself; on his exposed skin, thin, illusory yet real blue lines appeared.

If you looked through his clothes and up his entire body, you would see that these lines covered his whole body, connecting him from head to toe.

Furthermore, a phantom ocean appears to float indistinctly below his navel. If someone knowledgeable in Traditional Chinese Medicine were present, they would recognize that these lines correspond precisely to the eight extraordinary meridians of the human body.

Bai Mo felt that he had lost his magic and should practice martial arts instead.

How come his internal energy and meridians have been activated? Oh, and his hollow bones and void rope, are these considered supernatural powers?

He called this transcendent force of wind "wind meridian," the meridian of the body.

The effect of the wind pulse is simple; Bai Mo calls it "borrowing the east wind."

Although his surname is not Zhuge, he still felt that the name was very special.

Each of the eight extraordinary meridians, once activated, allows one to borrow a type of wind power from heaven and earth. However, this wind power will be two realms lower than the wind one can control.

However, he can merge these borrowed powers into one and unleash their full potential, without the two winds canceling each other out.

For example, the Origin Heavenly Wind that he currently possesses in his wind system is a Great Heavenly Species. Logically speaking, he can borrow winds at the Sub-Heavenly Species level at most.

However, there needs to be enough wind between heaven and earth, and if the distance is too far, it cannot be borrowed.

"Borrowing the east wind!"

Bai Mo blinked, feeling that he might need an elemental body. If he were to borrow the Eight Heavenly Winds, even if it was only a sub-celestial being, his body might not be able to withstand it.

Won't my meridians burst?!

"Pay attention to receiving totem source power."

Jingwei's voice came, and the transformed source power was sent into Bai Mo's body. A portion of the untransformed source power fell onto Feng Ling, and the last portion was absorbed by her.

The sudden power interrupted Bai Mo's thoughts, and he used this power on the Chaos Chain.

This power wasn't much; practice makes perfect. According to Bai Mo's estimation, this source power wouldn't be enough to support his advancement to the next level.

After receiving the totem's source power, the Chaos System began to advance rapidly, quickly growing from the first level of the high-level to the second level of the high-level, and then continued to improve, stopping just before reaching the bottleneck of the third level of the high-level.

Bai Mo felt that he could break through this bottleneck after cultivating for a few more days.

Opening his eyes, he saw numerous plants growing on the skeleton of the Horned Dragon, and then he remembered that Jingwei had said that it was grown from a plant seed.

After spending some time collecting the plant seeds and burying the corpse of the Horned Wood Dragon, Bai Mo finally returned along the passage.

"Are there any clues inside?"

As soon as he appeared, Lingling couldn't wait to ask.

Bai Mo shook his head and recounted what he had discovered inside.

After leaving Fragrant Hills, the group headed to the ancient capital to rest and then search for the place where they had found the Winged Token in the Flaming Mountains of the Taklamakan Desert, to see if there were any clues.

The ancient capital remains unchanged, bustling with song and dance during the day, and engulfed in war at night.

Ding Yumin did not forbid all spirits from appearing, not to mention that some spirits did not obey her.

Even if all the dead are gone, it's not a good thing, let alone the grand principles of being born in hardship and dying in comfort.

Even if the dead are gone, other spirits will come.

Moreover, the undead are a unique feature of the ancient capital and also a kind of resource.

Ding Yumin only restricted the appearance of monarch-level undead; commander-level undead were subject to a number limit.

As Bai Mo walked down the street with Ding Yumin, he felt that there were more and more people around them.

"Yu Mian, quickly reduce my presence."

"No, too many people are noticing you now."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo's lips twitched; it would have been better if he hadn't come out at all.

"I think most of them are just curious about you. It doesn't stop us from shopping, and we'll still charge you as usual," Jiang Shaoxu said.

Bai Mo opened his mouth, not because he was afraid of being stared at, but because he noticed that people were already discussing his appearance.

Something feels off; this is not a topic for discussion.

We might as well discuss who is Daniel Wu.

But the behind-the-scenes discussions did not unfold as he had hoped, in various aspects.

"Hey everyone, look! It's true, Merlin really looks just like Bai Mo!"

At a nearby bubble tea shop, several girls with ethereal makeup secretly watched Bai Mo feeding Ding Yumin and excitedly discussed it.

On the phone in front of them, a clear image of the fairy Yao Yao from Zhongnan Mountain descending to earth was displayed, magnified to her face.

"Really, really, especially the eyebrows and eyes, they're exactly the same, it's just that the look in their eyes is different."

"Oh, now that you mention it, Fairy Sister's hairstyle is actually quite similar to Bai Mo's."

"You say..."

"What are you thinking about?" Ding Yumin dodged his sudden feeding motion, which was poking her nose, and asked with a faint smile on her face.

Bai Mo remained expressionless, his hearing heightened to the extreme, and his fingers twitched slightly, ready to unleash a silencing spell at any moment.

The peeled lychee in my hand was put into Lingling's mouth without hesitation.

"It's nothing."

His expression shifted, and he heard a sentence.

"Do you think Bai Mo might be the child of the Fairy of Zhongnan Mountain?"

"Possibly, but the fairy sister is very young, so it's more reasonable to say it's her older sister."

"There's only one truth. Whatever it is, she must be related to Bai Mo. No wonder we saw her in Zhongnan Mountain."

"Yes, I heard that Bai Mo was injured during that time, and Fairy Sister must have come to see him."

Bai Mo: ? ? ?

This works too!

But then his expression froze again, and he almost bit Ding Yumin's hand that she had put in his mouth.

"I feel that's right. We can put this on the Fairy Forum and Tieba so everyone can discuss it together."

"Great idea! It feels like the Bai family and we have a real connection."

What a coincidence! You girls, are you out of your minds?

Is it because you don't have enough homework, or because you don't have enough good fortune?

Bai Mo mentally ranted, silently took out his phone, opened the forum, and typed "fairy" into the search box.

He wanted to see just how crazy these people could be, and was ready to set the tone at any time.

The search returned a whole bunch of things—

The fairy's cultivation?

What is this thing? And there's even a fairy descending to hell.

???

The question marks in Bai Mo's eyes grew more and more numerous, and finally, after adding the words "Zhongnan," he finally found his organization.

I glanced at the number of followers, 50. Not too bad, not a lot.

Forget it, I'll just go back and hire an online army to support the speculation in that post.

Did you know that casually discussing or alluding to important government officials can easily lead to censorship?

"Young man, you came to the ancient capital without even telling me. What, do you look down on me, Han Ji?"

A strong voice rang in Bai Mo's ears, and Han Ji, dressed in casual clothes, appeared beside them.

"Mr. Han, I'm the kind of person who only visits when I need something. I was just passing through for a few days, so I didn't mean to bother you."

Bai Mo turned around and smiled, "How could anyone look down on you, a high-level mage and the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association?"

"Hahaha, even a super-level mage like you has been overtaken by this little brat, hasn't he?"

Han Ji shook his head and laughed, "I'm just like you, I don't get up early for nothing. It's rare to see you come to the ancient capital, so I'll treat you to a meal and we can chat about something."

"Oh? Okay then."

Bai Mo was taken aback upon hearing this. Although he didn't know what Han Ji needed his help with, he still followed him.

Ding Yumin and the other two naturally followed.

Han Jizhen led them to a local restaurant and ordered a table of dishes.

He first talked about the changes after the catastrophe in the ancient capital, and how the people had all evacuated to Anjie at the first opportunity.

Therefore, apart from the damage to the outer city buildings, there was actually nothing worth repairing.

The public's anxiety quickly subsided, and they then began discussing the doubling magic artifact that Bai Mo had released.

"This magical artifact is a great thing. Most of the people in our Magic Association are equipped with it, which greatly improves the combat power of mages. It's just that the production is not enough."

"How could it not be enough?"

"The ancient capital's family is still negotiating with the coastal families regarding the production of materials for doubling the magic artifacts."

As Han Ji spoke, he stroked his beard and couldn't help but chuckle. "This has given the ancient capital a lot more development opportunities. Those old guys who weren't interested in the coastal areas before are now asking me about the mineral deposits along the coast all the time."

"You tell me, how would a mere president of a magic association know about these things?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but laugh.

It seems the plan is gradually taking effect; it's all about getting you interested. If you're not interested, then all his efforts have been in vain.

"Does Elder Han want me to talk to those families?"

"No, what do you need to talk about?"

Han Ji shook his head, and seeing that they had almost finished eating, he got down to business.

"I've come to see you because there's something else I need to discuss."

Bai Mo nodded slightly; that was exactly what he wanted to ask, and he certainly didn't mind doing a small favor.

"What's the matter that Elder Han specifically sought me out for? I'm just a minor super-level mage."

"You're not just some minor super-level mage; you're a super-level mage in three elements: summoning, sound, and space. You're unique in the entire Kyushu."

Han Ji shook his head. "The higher-ups treasure you a lot. They wouldn't dare to approach you with ordinary people or ordinary matters."

Bai Mo smiled, thinking, "Who isn't a little darling at heart?"

Before he could ask, Han Ji spoke up, "You must have heard about the fall of the Northwest Tarim Fortress City and the devastation caused by the Dust Storm Demons, right?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo nodded. He had learned about this matter from the intelligence on the Spark Trial and had also heard Mo Fan mention it a few times.

"Old Han wants me to kill all the Dust Storm Demons?"

He asked, feeling this was difficult, as there were an unusually large number of Dust Storm Beetles.

In a vast area like the Great Northwest, dust storms can cover the sky and earth; it's very difficult to achieve this using only destruction magic.

"Hey, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? You can't use your strength on this."

Han Ji shook his head and slowly began to tell Bai Mo about their situation.

"The Dust Storm Demons are no longer afraid of our barrier fire. This is the key to the fall of the fortress city and the key to our withdrawal from that northwest development area."

"Based on the information we have obtained and our research, the Dust Storm Beetle can still be burned to death by flames, but they are special flames; the original ones won't work."

He paused here, giving Bai Mo time to process what he had said, before continuing.

"That special flame resides atop the sacred fire elemental mountain where the Duststorm Demon Grasshopper gained its fire resistance. We need to retrieve the special fire seed from there, rebuild the fire barrier, and reclaim what we've lost!"

He looked at Bai Mo, his eyes bright.

"We basically had no hope, because those hundreds of kilometers of land had long been occupied by dust storms."

The combined sonic power they generate is something even I cannot withstand. Any human mage who gets close will be devoured without any chance of resistance!

"But a staff officer recommended you to the Western military, saying that you should be able to protect some people walking under that level of sonic tremor."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo couldn't help but scratch his face. His fans had already spread to the western military.

But I did think of someone.

"Nan Jue, why did you make such a pledge? It brings you no benefit at all."

A male military intelligence officer with a fair complexion and burning eyes addressed a female staff officer in the tent whose phoenix eyes were particularly bright:

"The higher-ups really have gone to invite someone. If they send an incompetent person, the problem won't be solved, which is secondary. You won't be able to sit here."

Nan Jue's expression remained unchanged, his eyes fixed on the map on the wall.

"It's just starting as a low-level soldier; I have the time. Besides..."

"We are the Western Army. If we retreat to the Central Plains like this, what kind of Western Army are we? Besides, you don't understand what a super-level sound mage can actually do."

"After learning that you have broken through to the super-level sound system, I am even more convinced that you can protect us in finding the source of fire."

Han Ji smiled and spoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo immediately agreed, as this matter was not difficult for him.

However, he was thinking about the deeper meaning of this matter.

Go to him; perhaps he can offer an opportunity to resolve the predicament in the West. This was merely a suggestion from a Western military staff officer.

It seems absurd, but the Western military did it anyway.

Clearly, stabilizing the eastern coastline is of paramount importance for Kyushu. However, the development of the western region has not been abandoned either.

The west is rich in resources, but the area near the sacred fire elemental mountain where Little Flame Princess obtained Blazing Clouds is a place with abundant resources and a particularly advantageous geographical location for building a city.

The only problem to solve is the dust storm bug.

Originally, the Duststorm Demon Grass was at a disadvantage in its battles against human military mages.

But all of this is because the Duststorm Demon Clan has a leader with great wisdom and foresight, who granted them immunity to fire.

This made the fortified cities on the northwest front difficult to defend, forcing the western military to abandon what seemed like an imminent victory.

Having agreed to this, Bai Mo remembered that his first Star Token was given to him by Han Ji.

So he immediately asked, "Old Han, do you still remember the token you gave me back then? It was a clue to finding the totem."

"Of course, when I took it, that old guy from the Antiquities Bureau nagged me about it for half a month. How could I not remember? It really was related to a totem?" (End of Chapter)