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

Chapter 68 The Legend of Liu Zu

"They stole branches from Liu Zu and tied them to their heads; they're a bunch of wicked thieves who commit crimes, that's why the owner of Xinghua Teahouse cursed them like that!"

The old man rowed the boat, and the emerald green water rippled slowly along with his words.

After listening quietly to the origin of the so-called Green-Headed Thieves, Bai Mo became interested in the so-called Ancestor Liu. Judging from the old man's words, he had great respect for this Ancestor Liu.

And the Liu Zu mentioned in those words didn't seem human. He had a feeling that the seven people's sudden teleportation ability was related to this Liu Zu. If this group hadn't suddenly acquired a weakened version of a high-level spatial mage's ability, they might not have caused such a huge mess.

In just a few days, the once bustling town of Mingshui became desolate.

Bai Mo glanced at Lingling, who was also deep in thought, watching the old man rowing the boat, her eyes flickering. He turned his gaze to the old man leisurely gliding the oars and asked again:

"Old man, what is this Liu Zu you're talking about?"

"Liu Zu," the old man's hand continued to row, his eyes seeming to grow distant with each sigh, as he slowly said:

"This is something that both the locals and long-time visitors know. I'll just tell you two little kids a story."

"Hehe, Grandpa is so kind, Lingling loves listening to stories the most." As soon as the old man finished speaking, a smile immediately bloomed on Lingling's face, and her sweet voice rang out.

This made the old man laugh, and some of his worries from the past few days lessened. He began to tell the story of Liu Zu, his voice as gentle as the flowing water beneath the boat, carrying with it a sense of respect and pride.

"According to the elders, we in Mingshui have lived and thrived under a willow tree that is as tall as the sky. It brought us food, sheltered us from the wind and rain, and drove away danger. It is our father and mother. Therefore, we call it Ancestor Willow. Because of it, Mingshui has been able to continue to this day and develop into a decent town. But many years ago, Ancestor Willow passed away. Its branches remained in Mingshui, standing in the park in the center of the town, and have been protecting us ever since."

At this point, the old man let out a long sigh, his voice tinged with resentment.

"We've been taking care of it all along. Three years ago, it sprouted a lot of new branches. Just when we thought the Willow Ancestor was coming back, and the old town mayor got drunk with joy all night, a few days ago, some sorcerers in the town who used to hunt demons or lost their legs, hands, eyes, or ears, and who refused to go out into the wild to kill demons or learn any professional skills, and who just wandered around the town all day, thought the Willow Ancestor's new branches were treasures, so they tore them all down."

"I see. Then, sir, why are those green-headed thieves robbing the tourists in town?"

Lingling asked playfully, but the old man's face suddenly turned extremely angry, and his hand, which had been firmly holding the oar, began to tremble.

Just then, a voice full of hostility came from behind in the distance.

"My hands were bitten by demons while protecting those foolish rich people! What's wrong with me taking some money from them to let them experience my pain? It's only right!"

These words make it seem as if what they do is perfectly natural, as if it is absolutely just and correct.

Lingling and Baimo looked in the direction the sound came from and saw a huge tornado rising up somewhere on the shore behind them, with faint screams from the crowd.

Before their small boat, a young man with tender green willow branches wrapped around his head, missing an arm, dressed in gold and silver, with a fair face and a gloomy temperament, was walking across the river.

He landed directly on the boat, glanced at the old man rowing, and said "mind your own business" in a sarcastic tone. He then glanced at Bai Mo and Lingling, a perverted smile on his face.

"Young master? I'll treat you well later."

As he spoke, he ignored Lingling; what money could a little girl possibly have? He took two steps forward, and Bai Mo could only feel wisps of spatial fluctuations emanating from the willow branch above his head.

So he neither dodged nor resisted, letting the man grab his arm, and then he felt a violent spatial fluctuation.

Then a spatial turbulence struck, which Bai Mo skillfully dealt with. When he reappeared, he was already in a forest.

Looking around, Bai Mo realized that he was not far from Mingshui Town. Through the gaps between the trees, he could clearly see the town.

On the small boat, the old man calmed himself down and looked at Lingling, who was unusually composed, beside him: "Little girl, isn't your brother a sorcerer? How come he was captured so easily? I'll take you to report it to the police."

"Grandpa, don't worry. My brother was captured on purpose. He's a high-level hunter, here specifically to punish these villains!"

Shaking her head, Lingling indicated to the old man not to worry. At the same time, she glanced at the tornado that had subsided in the town, then took out her phone and looked at Bai Mo's location.

She placed a location tag on Bai Mo, who was now in a grove of trees east of the town, about two miles away. It seemed that these people's spatial teleportation abilities were not very far.

Meanwhile, in the woods, the green-haired man who had grabbed Bai Mo landed and pulled out a dagger from his waist, grinning sinisterly.

"Hmph, kid, behave yourself, knives don't have eyes."

Bai Mo didn't care about the threat of the knife, but instead looked at the willow branch wrapped around the man's head. The man was more than half a head shorter than Bai Mo.

Therefore, Bai Mo could easily observe the mystery of the willow branches without even raising his eyes.

He could sense that at the instant of spatial displacement, the willow branch burst forth with a pure, high-quality spatial aura.

It was this willow branch that brought the man and him here.

Bai Mo carefully examined the willow branch coiled around the man's head. Why would a willow branch possess the aura of space? Judging from the old man rowing the boat, it wasn't hard to guess that this place had once had a totem, and the Willow Ancestor they spoke of was very likely it.

Upon closer inspection, Bai Mo discovered that the tender green leaves and veins all had a faint silver tinge, so this was very likely a space-type plant totem! And in the tangled branches, many places were broken, and many leaves were withered.

Clearly, the spatial ability had been used too many times, and the spatial energy of this willow branch was about to be exhausted. But then, Bai Mo had doubts: how did these people manage to mobilize the spatial power inside?

This wasn't specially cast by a blacksmith, so he looked at the increasingly hostile man in front of him and asked:

"How did you achieve spatial displacement?"

"I know how, so behave yourself!" the man said, slashing the dagger at Bai Mo's face.

(End of this chapter)