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

Chapter 51 Stirring up the enemy in the grass, secretly advancing the Chencang pass.

The box was ordinary; when you opened the lid, you could see a light blue cloth lining the inside.

In the very center, a ring lies quietly. The ring is silver overall, with flowing blue patterns engraved all over it, like the shape of the wind.

Pick up the ring; there are no instructions underneath, but you don't need them.

The most direct way to know the function of a magical artifact is to leave your own mark.

The reason he didn't do that to the Xuan Yue Armor earlier was because he was worried that the armor wouldn't meet his requirements.

To avoid trouble, let's first see what the instruction manual says.

He extended his thoughts and left his soul imprint on the ring. A flash of light and shadow appeared, and when he reappeared, the wind-patterned ring was already on his left little finger.

This ring has only one function: to increase the power of the user's wind magic by 1%. For magic of higher or higher rank, the increase is halved, and the number of uses is also halved. It is useless against forbidden spells.

This effect, when applied to his current wind track, means the wind track's speed doubles.

However, this effect is not continuous. It can be used a total of five times. After five uses, it needs to cool down for half an hour before it can be used again.

After putting away the Wind Pattern Ring and imprinting his soul mark on the Mysterious Moon Armor, Bai Mo, though eager to have a suitable punching bag for a thrilling battle, clearly couldn't.

So he had no choice but to go back to his room to cultivate.

He finished his daily cultivation practice first, and then went out for a late-night snack and strolled through the night market. He hadn't seen the night view of Shanghai in a long time.

A breeze blew from the distant river, bringing a refreshing coolness. Walking on the road, which was illuminated by the lights of tall buildings and small shops, making it almost indistinguishable from daytime, Bai Mo looked up.

Through the gaps in the leaves on the street, the sky was gray and white, without a cloud. The moon might be somewhere, reflected in the windows of thousands of households, but not in his eyes.

Someone was singing at the corner of the road, and someone was filming them. It was a very popular song in the world, and it was the same song playing in my headphones.

The new milk tea I was holding tasted terrible, so I walked a while before throwing it in the trash can. The singing faded away, and then the phone rang.

Bai Mo took out his phone. It was Leng Qing calling, which surprised him a bit. He clicked to answer.

"Hey, Sister Leng Qing!"

"Bai Mo, where are you now?"

"Under the streetlight." Bai Mo looked at the streetlight beside him.

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"You've come to the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds because of something."

Leng Qing's cold voice reached his ears. Bai Mo tilted his head. Wasn't he right under the streetlight? But judging from the tone, it seemed to be something important, so he readily agreed.

"good!"

Now that he had a chance to test the Wind Pattern Ring, Bai Mo smiled slightly and opened an app recommended by Zhao Qingying called "Wind Mage Exclusive Navigation," setting the destination to Qingtian Hunting Grounds.

With a navigation prompt, Bai Mo immediately transformed into a gust of wind and headed in one direction. Along the way, he even encountered other wind mages, what a coincidence.

Soon, Bai Mo arrived at the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds, and his wind magic power was almost completely depleted.

Upon entering the hunting lodge, she saw Leng Qing, dressed in black, standing behind the bar. She paused slightly when she saw Bai Mo enter, glancing at him several times. Lingling, sitting next to him, was also looking at him with a strange expression and even took out her phone.

Bai Mo was a little puzzled and stepped forward, saying, "What are you all looking at? Have I gotten even more handsome lately?!"

"Look for yourself!" Lingling handed him the phone. Bai Mo lowered his eyes and looked at the phone screen, where a photo sat quietly.

The photo shows a boy with deep eyes, a high nose bridge, and a slightly smiling mouth, giving him a casual and unrestrained look.

But what's with this messy, spiky hair? It's kind of ruining his image.

He casually tidied his hair and then ignored it, secretly reminding himself to take care of his hair next time he was in the wind.

However, he was a little puzzled. Why hadn't this happened before when he used the Wind Track? After thinking for a moment, Bai Mo felt that it must be because the Wind Pattern Ring had enhanced the power of the Wind Track, and his original magical energy protecting his hair was insufficient.

Bai Mo, deciding to change the subject, looked up and asked:

"Sister Leng Qing, what brings you here so late at night?"

"Yes!" Leng Qing nodded. "Do you remember the demon blood we found from that man in blue?"

"I remember, Lingling even said you went to get this blood tested recently. I was wondering why a blood test would take so long!"

"Yes, the blood test took seven days," Leng Qing said. "When I learned that it was the blood of a growing Winged Wolf cub, I received the mission to conduct an in-depth investigation."

"Considering the matter of the Gale Wolf, we suspect that the Black Vatican intends to use the Winged Wolf cubs to incite demons to attack the city."

Bai Mo nodded slowly, indicating that he was listening. In his heart, however, he thought that the trial council was not without intelligent people.

"Winged wolves are rare even among the wolf tribes in the south. Most of the leader-level wolf demons do not have the ability to fly like winged wolves. For example, the highest ruler of the Gale Wolf tribe around the Magic City, the Dark Wolf of the Wind-Slaying Clan, cannot fly."

Lingling uttered a string of information about the Winged Wolf, her eyes fixed on Leng Qing as she spoke.

"So you went to investigate the Winged Wolves of those tribes in the south, those closer to the cities, led by Winged Wolves!"

"That's right." Leng Qing calmly looked at Lingling, raised his hand and patted her clenched fist, continuing the previous topic:

"The Winged Wolves in the south lead a small number of tribes, three of which are located near cities: Bo City, Fan City, and Hongdu. I investigated the Winged Wolves in Fan City and Hongdu, but found no Winged Wolves cubs."

But in Fancheng, I learned that the Winged Wolves had indeed rioted for a period of time, though they hadn't attacked the city. I tested the blood in the bottle; it must be the blood of their cubs. And in the Winged Wolves' tribe in Bocheng, I found wolf cubs.

Bai Mo blinked, inwardly exclaiming, "Holy crap, this works too!" However, this judgment alone wasn't sufficient; it couldn't definitively prove that Bo City was Salang's target. Therefore, it wouldn't justify the Inquisition expending manpower to protect Bo City.

Furthermore, Leng Qing really dared to venture into three demon clans alone, and even used the blood of their children to ask if they looked familiar, just to test if they were his children.

Such dangerous experiments can't be conducted casually!

Leng Qing continued, "I've been lurking in Bo City for half a month and discovered that there's another judge there. She seems to be investigating something as well, but it shouldn't be the Black Vatican."

I think she's already aroused suspicion in the shadows; the Black Vatican is even more deeply hidden! It's impossible to find out anything in a short time, but we've found some trace of the Black Beast Demon.

After listening, Bai Mo suddenly realized that the aura of the Black Beast Demon was too distinct. Then, he slightly understood, but still couldn't be sure, so he asked.

"Then, Sister Leng Qing, what do you want to do with me here?"

"I want you to help me."

Bai Mo's eyebrows twitched slightly, his eyes questioning, "How can I help?"

"I've marked the location where that black beast is hiding. I'll give you a fake judge's identity, and you'll pretend to be a normal transfer student when you enroll in Bo City's high school."

But you must inform the higher-ups in Bo City beforehand that you are a judge, here to investigate the Black Vatican of Bo City. Then you must go and kill that black beast demon.

"To stir up trouble and alert the enemy!?"

"It's a covert operation," Lingling rolled her eyes.

"The Black Vatican has gone into hiding. Only by alerting them, and by alerting the higher-ups in Bo City, can Qingqing possibly seize upon any slip-ups they make through covert infiltration, and ultimately thwart their conspiracy!"

Bai Mo looked at Leng Qing, who nodded. "You might be in some danger, if you don't want to."

"Sister Leng Qing, your nickname is Qingqing." Bai Mo's words interrupted Leng Qing. Leng Qing was taken aback, nodded, but then saw Bai Mo's expression turn serious.

"I agreed to this; I've got nothing else to do anyway."

"While I'm at it, I'll go see what the main character looks like!" he thought to himself.

Bai Mo knew that Leng Qing had a strong sense of justice. Even if he didn't agree, she would go by herself, at most with a teammate. But Bai Mo didn't trust anyone else. Besides, Lingling might also go to help.

"Okay!" Leng Qing looked at him seriously, a smile appearing on her usually expressionless face, before saying:

"Once this is done, you should be directly appointed to the Spark Tribunal." After saying this, Leng Qing explained the purpose of this operation: "Our goal is to find out the Black Vatican's conspiracy or movements in Bo City. I will report this matter tomorrow. Lingyin Temple will pay close attention to Bo City, but whether there will be any further actions depends on us."

Bai Mo nodded and chuckled, thinking that if this matter were truly accomplished, let alone the Spark Trial, he felt that the trial points would be at least 100,000 to 200,000.

However, this is definitely something that cannot be said.

Bai Mo poured himself a glass of water and slowly said, "Sister Leng Qing, even if this matter is significant, you didn't have to call me over now, did you?"

"Oh, I've bought you a train ticket. You're going to Bocheng tomorrow morning. The fake identity for the judge has been prepared for you. Apart from me, even ordinary judges won't be able to tell it's a fake."

Upon hearing Bai Mo's words, Leng Qing seemed to realize what was happening and took out a certificate and a train ticket.

Bai Mo was stunned upon hearing this; this was far too decisive. He reached out and took the ticket, only to find there was only one. He asked curiously:

"Just one, where's yours?"

"I'm not going with you," Leng Qing said casually.

Bai Mo thought about it for a moment and realized that it made sense. If he was going to be an eyesore, it would be a bit suspicious to be with him.

"Okay, then I'll head back now."

After saying this, Bai Mo turned and walked out.

"Wait!" Leng Qing called out to Bai Mo, handing him a scroll covered with silver patterns, and explained:

"This is a space scroll. It can randomly teleport you to any place within a ten-mile radius. Use it if you encounter danger!"

"Okay." Bai Mo took it and nodded with a smile. He knew naturally that this thing was very precious, but there was no need to be polite.

Back home, he sent a text message to Ding Yumin and Mu Nujiao, saying that he was going to do a mission and would be away from Shanghai for a long time.

(End of this chapter)