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

Chapter 62 Encouraging Learning

A wise man said: Learning should never cease.

In the simple and elegant schoolhouse.

Xiao Bai was listening to the Master's lecture, but he didn't know why he was listening, just as he didn't know why he was called Xiao Bai.

But there was always a voice in my heart telling me that this was his name.

"Exhortation to Learning" was a text for early morning reading in their school, but for these children who had just entered the school, "Exhortation to Learning" was their first lesson.

The school was the only school in town, and the teacher was the only teacher in town. It was said that those who came from this school knew everything.

Xiao Bai's grandfather spent a lot of money to get him into this school.

Therefore, Xiaobai listened very carefully to every word the Master said. He learned Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism from the Master.

Then the teacher took me to chop firewood, plant trees, and transplant rice seedlings. In spring, we swam, and in summer, we fished. We learned to calculate small amounts and explore the plants and branches.

Not every student is willing to do these things; they often say they are here to build a foundation in magic, not to waste their time.

Xiao Bai didn't know what magic was. His grandfather never let him leave the house, and the school was the second longest place in his life. But the teacher didn't allow them to leave the school either, so he didn't know what was happening outside.

All he knew was that the teacher ignored what the student said; he would use the stick in his hand to make them learn, and if they didn't learn, he wouldn't give them food.

Xiao Bai was a little confused. If they didn't want to leave, why didn't they leave?

However, he quickly put these thoughts aside, because today the Master told him that he had learned all the common knowledge the Master knew, and he could rest today.

Tomorrow, the Master will teach him some important knowledge.

The next day, he was given a private lesson by the teacher. Only then did he realize that the knowledge the teacher was talking about was related to magic and sorcerers, as the students had mentioned.

Xiao Bai, with a vague understanding, studied the Master's explanations of each system, from fire to ice, from white to black, from ancient times to the present.

On this day, he arrived before the Master as promised, awaiting his instruction. However, the Master began to lecture on "Exhortation to Learning," a text that Xiao Bai had studied before and which he still remembered vividly.

He didn't understand why the Master was talking about this, so he listened silently.

A year passed, and the teacher taught the same material again. The noisy students in the classroom became quiet and obedient, and never questioned the teacher.

Xiao Bai wouldn't question it; he thought it was a review and reinforcement of old knowledge.

Another year passed, and he turned sixteen, old enough to awaken his magic. He had already studied the Master's teachings more than three times. But when he explained to the Master that he wanted to awaken his magic...

The Master ignored him, and instead adopted a teaching posture, beginning his lecture on "Exhortation to Learning."

Xiao Bai was somewhat confused, and for the first time, he questioned the Master.

"Master, I have already learned all of these!"

The teacher did not answer, but picked up the stick and hit him once, which hurt a little.

He was somewhat indignant, not understanding where he had gone wrong. So he listened to the lesson in silence.

Xiao Bai has now discovered that there are many things wrong with the school. The students are not allowed to go out, and their food is delivered by someone else.

The Master began to repeat his teachings to more and more people, beating or starving those who didn't listen, and those students accepted it with even greater respect than he had, even though they had been the ones who protested the most strongly before.

Today, for some reason, he didn't go back to his room to study as usual after class.

Instead, he wandered off to other schools, where he saw many elderly people, who were probably already adults, and some were even middle-aged.

When he caught sight of one of them, his eyes widened immediately. The person looked just like the outstanding graduates his grandfather had shown him when he first came to the school.

Xiao Bai hurriedly returned to his room, feeling fear for the first time in the environment he had lived in for seven or eight years.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he were about to fall asleep.

Immediately afterwards, in his hazy state, he suddenly sensed a strange power, and as soon as this power appeared, he became fully awake.

Xiao Bai looked into his spiritual world, where there was a cluster of stars. Using the knowledge taught by his teacher, he determined that it was the Mind System.

He was delighted, but then he noticed something was wrong at the school. He kept it to himself, and while outwardly listening to the teacher's repeated instruction, he secretly practiced diligently day and night.

As his cultivation level improved, Xiaobai discovered that, apart from himself, all the students in the academy were enveloped by a strange spiritual power.

Xiaobai had his own guess about this.

Ten years later, gazing at the magnificent river of starlight in his spiritual world, Xiaobai interrupted the lecture of the seemingly ageless Master.

"Master, you have already taught us these things many times, why do you need to teach them again?"

The teacher looked at the student whose body was radiating magical energy, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before a twisted smile appeared on his face.

"You are students, and you cannot do without the Master's teachings. The Master teaches you, and you just need to listen."

Xiao Bai felt it was absurd. He had long realized that the Master's cultivation was no longer as good as his own, and now that he had made his move, he instantly controlled the Master.

"So that's how it is!" Xiaobai felt even more absurd after reading the Master's memories.

This man was indeed a teacher, and he loved the feeling of teaching people, so he came to this town and built a school.

But the students in the school would eventually graduate, so he used his mental power to control all the students, making them stay in the school and listen to his lectures.

To ensure the school remained out of the public eye, he would often use mind magic to alter the townspeople's perception of it.

Xiao Bai remained silent. He imprisoned the Master and used his mental healing abilities to cure everyone whose minds had been warped by the Master.

Finally taking over the school, knowing his days were numbered due to overexertion, he prepared to bury the insane teacher, only to discover that the teacher, in order to maintain his dignified appearance, had already exhausted his life force and was already dead.

So Xiaobai found a place to bury him, then personally trained a student, and finally passed away peacefully.

"Is this your life?" Bai Mo's thoughts drifted as he looked at the wisp of soul that appeared after the world was destroyed and asked in confusion.

He was fully conscious from the beginning of this illusion; it was only the sudden request from the ghostly figure that made him willingly immerse himself in it.

The blurry ghost looked at him and said, "No, this is the life of my teacher. My original intention in making this scroll was simply to let people remember my teacher. Even if you are not awake in the illusion, you will still wake up after the three worlds end."

Bai Mo neither confirmed nor denied it, and then asked, "You promised me before that after this world ends, you would tell me about the information regarding the concealment of the talents of those who perished in the mental-type disaster."

"I'll give you the answer now. I'm giving you this last bit of pure spiritual energy. Don't worry, it won't have any effect."

After the soul shadow finished speaking, it transformed into a shimmering light and landed on Bai Mo's thoughts.

Bai Mo didn't feel anything unusual. The wind of his mind protection hadn't dissipated and was still blowing. However, the words "mind totem" appeared in his mind. He glanced at his sea of ​​mind, which was transparent and clear.

His eyes twitched and slowly opened. Two mental swords, caused by the excessive increase in mental power, flew out from his eyes. Bai Mo closed his eyes, and three dazzling nebulae shone brightly in his mental world. But why did the wind element become as big as the space element?

There seemed to be someone nearby, but he didn't rush to get up. Instead, he picked up his hand and looked at it in front of his eyes.

"Stop looking, you're really awake now. If you hadn't woken up, my sister would have been worried sick."

Lingling's voice came from the side. Bai Mo sat up, looking at Lingling's mischievous appearance, and was slightly dazed.

He opened his mouth and felt a dryness in his throat.

"What are you trying to say? There's water on the table over there."

Bai Mo's gaze fell on the table, where, sure enough, there was a pot of water. He got out of bed, poured himself a glass of water, moistened his throat, and then asked:

"How long was I unconscious?"

"A little over four months."

"Oh," Bai Mo nodded. No wonder his wind element was already at the mid-level, level two. Seeing the familiar layout of the room, he asked in confusion, "Am I still in Bo City?"

"Yes! My sister Leng Qing wants to continue investigating, but she won't let me get involved. We haven't found anything yet. I just texted her to say you're awake."

Lingling responded, then looked up at him and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"I feel like my mental strength has gotten stronger!"

"Oh, Grandpa said it would be very beneficial if you could wake up from that mental illusion on your own. I think this is it."

"But I feel I haven't reached the intermediate level," Bai Mo said, puzzled.

Lingling stood up, took the computer to the power source, and plugged it in. "Breaking through the spiritual realm isn't that easy. You've already accumulated enough to challenge the fourth realm. But the real bottleneck hasn't been broken yet; you need to take the initiative."

After saying that, Lingling glanced at the two small holes in the ceiling and added, "You'd better sort out your mental energy recently."

"Is that so?" Bai Mo scratched his head, glanced at the ceiling, then at his pajamas, and then at Lingling, asking with a somewhat subtle expression.

"Who did my clothes and cleaning?"

"A housekeeper or nanny." Lingling rolled her eyes. "What are you thinking?"

"Didn't Sister Leng Qing change it for me?" Bai Mo asked with a regretful expression.

Just then, a person suddenly appeared by the window, and her voice came through in a calm tone.

"I don't have time to be your babysitter every day."

Bai Mo turned his head and saw that Leng Qing had returned at some point. She was standing by the window, sunlight scattering on her hair, tinging it with gold. The halo of light softened her cold and beautiful face, making it appear gentler.

"Sister Leng Qing, it's been a long time."

Bai Mo took two steps forward, about to embrace Leng Qing for a long-awaited hug. He originally thought Leng Qing would dodge or simply press him down in front of her.

But to his surprise, Leng Qing did nothing, which startled him. Then Bai Mo gave him an even brighter smile and hugged him.

"Welcome back," Leng Qing said softly, then pushed the person away after two seconds. She glanced at Lingling, who was engrossed in her computer, completely oblivious to what they were doing.

"It's been a while since we've done anything, Lingling. How about we go out for a walk? Sister Leng Qing, you should rest well. If we can't find anything, then forget it." Bai Mo said, glancing at Leng Qing's somewhat tired face.

"Be careful," Leng Qing instructed before entering another room.

Although Lingling hasn't had to go to school these past few months, she's also been incredibly bored without any tasks or fun activities. Upon hearing this, she immediately said:

"Today, the adopted son of the Mu family patriarch in Bo City is having a magical duel with a guy named Mo Fan. A lot of people are going. Since it hasn't started yet, why don't we go check it out?"

(End of this chapter)