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

Chapter 40 A Casual Remark

"Lingling, is there anything to do lately?"

Upon entering the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds, Bai Mo first expertly poured himself a cup of tea, and then casually asked a question.

"Didn't you say you weren't short of money lately, that you didn't want to take any work, and that you didn't care about any more wealth?"

Lingling, who had already returned from school, was looking at a very thin book. Hearing this, she glanced at him sideways and said, "Besides, aren't you going to have a competition?"

"Oh, I was just asking casually. If it's a deal over a million, I'm open to it!"

Lingling clicked her tongue twice, her meaning ambiguous. "I remember the Bai family in Qingyuan District used to have a young master who said he refused to compete and wanted to lie low. That's it? They bought you for a million?"

Lingling wore a mocking smile.

"Who? I don't know!" Seeing Lingling staring at him, Bai Mo shrugged. "When did I say that? I only said to enjoy life. I have plenty of time to eat, drink, and have fun every day. Aren't I enjoying life? You all misunderstood."

"As for one million, that's no small sum. It's a quarter's living expenses for me." After joking, Bai Mo said with some worry:

"The little wind spirit will wake up in two months. This little guy needs to grow, which will consume wind spirit seeds. Although it has parents in the dimensional plane who are taking care of it, I can't just leave without doing something."

"You're right. Even the most ordinary Wind Spirit Seed costs around 18 million."

Lingling's mind immediately flashed through the information she had gathered about Feng Ling over the past few days, and the things Bai Mo had told her about Feng Ling. She smiled.

"From its infancy to maturity, the Wind Spirit takes at least two months to produce one spirit seed. Although it's not your contracted beast, there are advantages to not being a contracted beast, namely that it will be nurtured by someone in the early stages. However, you'll still have to bleed a little."

"We have many orders exceeding one million, but we can't accept them."

"Alright then." Bai Mo lowered his head, bit the straw, and took a sip of cola. He knew that if he continued to ask, he would have to talk about his lack of strength, so he changed the subject and asked:

"Where's your sister? I haven't seen her much lately."

Upon hearing this, Lingling responded without even looking up.

"She's investigating the origin of the demon blood found on the blue-robed deacon of the Black Vatican that you managed to kill."

Bai Mo paused for a moment.

"You don't need to go into such detail about how I killed that man in blue."

I've put it very concisely.

Not wanting to dwell on this topic any longer, Bai Mo asked, "Did you find anything?"

"have no idea."

"Okay." Bai Mo remembered that this might be a judge's secret and couldn't be revealed. So he shrugged and sat for a while longer.

Only after supervising Lingling to finish her homework did I rub my aching back from being pinched and leave the Qingtian Hunting Grounds.

How could that little girl be so ruthless? Is that a place you can pinch?

He should have known better than to have impulsively decided to supervise her homework; he has no connection with her teacher.

Fortunately, he was already a mid-level mage, with a physique that was different from ordinary people.

However, Lingling really wasn't interested in going to school; she just wanted to be a hunter and follow in her father's footsteps.

I shook my head. There's nothing wrong with having goals. So many people drift aimlessly, without any goals, like raindrops falling from the sky, drifting wherever the wind blows.

He's pretty much the same way now; he seems to have goals, yet he doesn't. But he should probably call it going with the flow!

After thinking about all sorts of things, Bai Mo went home.

Lying on his soft, comfortable sofa at home, he looked at the question Mu Nujiao had sent on the chat app.

Mu Nujiao: We're going on a wilderness training trip. Do you know any good places for practical combat training?

Only then did Bai Mo realize that it had been almost a year since his last wilderness training.

But replying to the letter is the priority right now.

Bai Mo: The Four Directions Demon Fighting Hall

Bai Mo: How about I take you tomorrow?

Mu Nujiao: Okay

He had just put down his phone when he remembered that he had forgotten to ask them what the prizes were for the top students this year.

Then I thought, I'll ask again when we go to the Demon Fighting Hall tomorrow.

This afternoon, he spent two hours eating his way through three streets, but he couldn't find any food that made him feel satisfied or excited.

Clearly, the methods Ding Yumin shared with him—eating, drinking, having fun, and exercising to cultivate one's spirit—are sometimes quite difficult to implement.

Unfortunately, he tried it, but the emotional fluctuations caused by watching short videos had no effect.

Back in my room, I would travel through different dimensions each day, followed by daily meditation.

These two things are indispensable.

"Knock knock!"

The PP notification sounded, and he glanced at it. It was a message from their homeroom teacher, Su Ning, sent to their team group chat.

The results of today's qualifying rounds are in, with a total of 108 teams advancing.

Clearly, high school education in Shanghai is quite good; most mages can defeat demons of the same level through teamwork.

Of all the high schools in Qingyuan District, only two failed to advance.

Therefore, if we disregard the air, their opponents will have to fight three matches.

There is no option to forfeit in this competition, so there is no such thing as winning without a fight.

Regardless of the outcome, the teams from each school are destined to compete in one match.

Three days was not enough time for the Zhilan team to make any significant breakthroughs in their strength. Standing in the arena, Bai Mo and his group of four faced their opponents, the Changkong team.

Because the competition rules stipulate that each team can have a maximum of five people, which is the standard structure for a hunter team, schools generally have five-person teams as well.

But Bai Mo and his team consisted of four people, so the opposing team could only field four people as well.

After both sides announced their names, the referee called out the start of the match.

Bai Mo then said from behind, "Have fun."

He calmly took out a small stool and a bag of sunflower seeds from his spatial storage, and became a front-row VIP audience member.

"Damn it!" The four people opposite were clearly stunned for a moment, and all cursed under their breath.

Zhou Tianyuan and the other two also twitched their expressions, sighing inwardly: He's fooled us again.

Then, the lightning in Mei Qian's hand lit up first, a fierce bolt of lightning, bursting with violent rage, struck the opposing captain.

Although the captain felt that Bai Mo was somewhat insulting, he was not panicked in the face of the oncoming thunder, nor was he discouraged by the vast difference in strength.

Let's treat this as an exchange, so let's first describe the magic.

A brownish light flowed from his palms as he pressed his hands to the ground.

"Earth wave - displacement!"

Just as the whip of lightning was about to strike him, he narrowly escaped the blow by stepping on the surging waves of earth that rose from the ground.

"Try ours!" shouted a round-faced boy standing in the corner, his hands gathering a thick layer of white frost.

Although he was indignant about Bai Mo's actions, he ultimately did not want to provoke this guy and complete the final connection of the star track.

"Ice Vines - Freeze!"

The moment the magic name was uttered, the temperature in the entire arena plummeted, and the previously hot September instantly became cool.

Bai Mo narrowed his eyes; this ice magic was quite skillful.

Frost had already begun to dance in the air, and white ice gauze descended. Before long, this arena would be transformed into a frozen wasteland.

The three of them will also be transformed into ice sculptures on this icy ground.

However, Zhou Tianyuan and Zhao Qingying were not flustered. They noticed that Mei Qian's eyes had been ignited with flames.

Her second element is fire!

Three streams of water enveloped the three of them like silk, shielding them from the falling snow and ice, allowing them to move freely.

"Sizzle!"

A crimson star line was drawn around Mei Qian, accompanied by the chanting of a magical suffix.

"Burning!"

A dazzling ball of fire appeared in Mei Qian's right palm.

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(End of this chapter)