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

Chapter 73 Soul Prosecution

"No, there's no benefit for us to practice with you; it would only be discouraging," Mu Nujiao said rationally, then asked, "Do you like roses? I've seen you post quite a few on your WeChat Moments."

"It's alright. Are those flowers roses? I took pictures because they looked nice."

Bai Mo recalled passing by a residential complex the day before yesterday and noticing the potted plants the residents had in front of their doors. After saying this, he couldn't help but ask with a hint of doubt:

"What's wrong?"

"I'd like to plant some flowers to see if it will help with my plant-based cultivation."

"Me too! Me too!" Ai Tutu exclaimed excitedly when she heard about something so interesting.

Bai Mo nodded slightly, recalling how difficult it was for Mu Nujiao's wind-type and her plant-type abilities to coordinate. So he said:

"Why would you want to awaken the Wind element? It doesn't match your Plant element. If you awakened the Fire element, you could just set the cage trapping your enemy on fire!"

"I used a random awakening stone, and it awakened the wind element," Mu Nujiao explained.

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo suddenly realized that random awakening has always had one advantage: the element that can be awakened is the element that mages have the best talent for.

It seems that Mu Nujiao also has a good wind-type talent.

Meanwhile, Ai Tutu, who was listening from the side, kept her eyes darting around, seemingly lost in thought.

Bai Mo looked at Mu Nujiao and said, "Wind element is also good. My summoned beast happens to be a Wind Elemental Saint. I'll have it possess you. You can experience the feeling of having all the wind energy under your control. It should be helpful to you."

As soon as the words fell, the moon-white portal opened, and Xiao Fengling came out, recognized an older sister, and then listened to Bai Mo's words and entered Mu Nujiao's body. Instantly, gusts of wind wrapped around her whole body.

Mu Nujiao looked at her hands, clenched her fists, and a bluish-white wind whip appeared.

"So this is what it feels like to control the wind." She glanced at Bai Mo, then murmured to herself, and began to comprehend it.

Then Ai Tutu pulled her aside and they mumbled something to each other.

Knowing the feeling of controlling the wind only gave Mu Nujiao a direction; it didn't allow her to immediately master a wind path, but it could still play a significant role in helping mages flexibly use their magic.

When Mu Nujiao used her Wind Spirit Possession state to end her third battle with Ai Tutu and Zhang Lulu, both of them had almost exhausted their magic power.

So the group left the fighting arena. Mu Nujiao and the other two had to go back to school, so they parted ways with Bai Mo halfway.

Bai Mo, however, was thinking about plant-based magic, which was somewhat special. To increase the power of this type of magic, special plant species were needed.

Different plant species, like spirit seeds and soul seeds, can bring different effects and power amplifications to the magic of plant-based mages.

But what exactly is a plant species? Is it really a plant seed? Or is it purely a plant-based element? Bai Mo had no idea.

He was thinking, if the hollow willow produced another seed, could it be considered a plant species? If he gave that to Mu Nujiao, wouldn't her plant science take off?

The hollow willows sprouted in just one day; I wonder how long it will take to fully recover. Considering how quickly they sprout, it shouldn't take too long for them to actually grow up, right?

However, we still need to figure out what a plant species actually is first.

Thinking about all this, Bai Mo didn't go home. Instead, he accepted a mission to retrieve the gallbladder of the Crimson Spirit Serpent King. He wanted to go into the wilderness to kill some demons and see if his Silver Hairpin Spear had any effect on the Soul Vessel.

As a group of creatures possessing fire venom, the Crimson Spirit Snakes do not like damp places.

On a stretch of highway in the wilderness north of Shanghai, the wide and dry road surface became the perfect breeding ground for a nest of Crimson Spirit Snakes.

The once smooth ground is now riddled with potholes and covered with gravel, becoming a gravel field. In the gaps between the stones of various sizes, in the shadows.

Dense, dark red figures wriggled and crawled; the red, though a warm color, appeared cold and sinister under the sunlight.

A gentle breeze carried the scent of the surrounding vegetation, and some snakes, their tongues flicking in the wind, detected a smell unlike anything they had smelled before.

Bai Mo hovered three feet above the ground and saw the stream of snakes beginning to stir and swim towards him.

Those dark pupils were hollow and cold, densely packed, one above the other, like a wave of crimson water, carrying a slightly reddish air, sweeping towards him.

"Rustling sound!!"

The breeze suddenly turned fierce, causing blades of grass to flutter and dust to rise, obscuring a light and ethereal blue-white star map.

A fierce wind howled, and a huge tornado rose rapidly from beneath the foremost group of snakes, directly lifting more than a dozen Crimson Spirit Snakes and tossing them high into the air.

Some of the remaining Crimson Spirit Serpents were trapped in the storm by the Heavenly Net, while the rest bypassed the gale and continued to surge towards Bai Mo.

The Crimson Serpent King and the Crimson Serpent are not different in size; the only way to distinguish them is that the Crimson Serpent King has a more noticeable bulge on its forehead.

Bai Mo had no intention of searching for the Snake King hiding in this crimson tide. A flash of silver light appeared in his hand, and the Silver Hairpin Spear was in his grasp.

A cloud of silver stardust scattered and coalesced into a pattern. The power of space spread out, forming a large silver space above the swarm of crimson serpents.

As if bearing the pressure of a collapsing mountain, the giant stepped down and crushed the crimson serpents that were enveloped in it.

With a deafening roar, a large area of ​​land sank down, the ground cracking open like a spider web, revealing a vast expanse of blood-red within the void.

But a red arrow shot out from the pit and flew straight at Bai Mo.

In an instant, Bai Mo knew that this must be the Crimson Spirit Serpent King, and that it had not been directly crushed to death by the giant's stomp.

He pointed his silver spear forward and pierced the head of the incoming Crimson Serpent King, as easily as breaking through tofu, piercing through the small snake head.

Seeing that their king was dead, the remaining Crimson Spirit Serpents scattered in all directions in an instant. Bai Mo shook the spear in his hand.

Bai Mo tossed the dead Crimson Spirit Serpent King to the ground and looked at the large pile of serpent corpses. He sensed the surroundings but didn't see any broken spirit essences or detect anything the Silver Hairpin Spear absorbed.

Indeed, not every totem can serve as a vessel for the dead.

After handing in the task, I returned home.

In the following days, Bai Mo's life returned to normal. He spent most of his time meditating and practicing magic, and also took on some quests to earn some money for Feng Ling's baby formula.

Afterwards, the search for the totem on Xinghuo.com was completed, and I received a transfer of 100 million and 1,000 points.

In addition, Brother Liu suddenly came over again, saying that the big shot who created Xinghuo.com was very satisfied with the totem he had found, and also brought a lot of space magic crystals that he said were fertilizer, as well as other miscellaneous things, which he buried directly in the ground around the hollow willow tree.

Bai Mo watched him bury it, while recalling that Yue Huang'e and Xuan She hadn't used any resources to grow up, but the territory they inhabited seemed quite nice.

He feels bad refusing gifts from people, even if they aren't meant for him.

Suddenly becoming wealthy, Bai Mo no longer had to worry about the cost of Feng Ling's milk powder. After receiving a clear answer from the Bai family head that the Bai family did not have a Soul Vessel, he used 1,000 points to exchange for one on the Starfire Network.

Then, he became completely immersed in cultivation.

Before they knew it, it was August 7th. For Ding Yumin, this was a rather special day, as was for her younger sister, Ding Yunwu.

"Didn't we say today was your birthday? What are you doing here?"

Bai Mo looked at the private sanatorium in front of him, somewhat puzzled, and then looked at Ding Yumin beside him.

Ding Yumin pursed her lips, a ripple appearing in her eyes, and responded softly as she led Bai Mo inside.

"Picking someone up?"

"Who are you picking up?"

"My sister, it's also her birthday today."

"My sister." Bai Mo nodded, knowing she had a sister, but wondered why she was here, so he asked, "Why is my sister here?"

"After awakening in my first year of high school, I went home to cultivate myself. The uncontrollable surge of emotions inadvertently harmed her, causing her to fall into a deep sleep for several months every year. A psychiatrist said that this is her soul repairing itself, and today marks the end of her last period of slumber."

Ding Yumin recounted in detail why her younger sister was here and why she had come to pick her up today.

"A wave of the soul?"

Bai Mo feigned ignorance and looked puzzled, but Ding Yumin seemed unwilling to play along this time. She glanced at him indifferently and sent a telepathic message into her mind.

"I'm a victim of the mental illness incident; didn't you already suspect that a long time ago?"

"Hmm." Bai Mo remained silent, then glanced at Ding Yumin. Why did she have to be so direct, regardless of the occasion? So what if she can speak to people's minds?

Ding Yumin remained silent, so Bai Mo asked, "How did you know I knew who you are?"

"Observe, in the days when we first met, the way you looked at me was sometimes strange, just like the way Dean Xiao looked at me when he first found out I was a victim."

Ding Yumin's inner voice rang out again, and Bai Mo understood: how could this camera capture everything!

"Then why are you admitting it now? I haven't even asked yet. After all these years together, how come you have no understanding at all! I'm heartbroken." Bai Mo asked that question just to satisfy his small curiosity. After knowing the answer, he immediately started to criticize Ding Yumin.

Ding Yumin was already used to this person who would try to shake her resolve at any time. She blinked and sent her words into Bai Mo's heart.

"If you want to admit it, then admit it."

"I've noticed you're often at the Pearl Library; you're probably looking for information to solve this problem, right? Have you found anything?"

"Found it, and didn't find it."

"How so?"

"There are many records of victims in ancient books. Some of them controlled their talents very well, but others were walking disasters. I don't know how those who controlled them very well managed to do it."

After listening quietly to the telepathic message, Bai Mo pondered for a moment and decided to tell her the information he had gained from being trapped in the Mind's Enchanted Realm. So he slowly began to recount the story.

"I do know a method, but I don't know if it will work. At the time, I was in Bocheng."

After listening to Bai Mo recount his mission experience, Ding Yumin frowned, her eyes fixed on Bai Mo, an unseen light swirling in her beautiful eyes.

A faint spiritual fluctuation emanated from her. Ding Yumin raised her hand and placed her pale palm on his forehead, saying softly:

"Close your eyes, relax, let me check if you've been affected!"

"Okay." Bai Mo closed his eyes and relaxed.

Soon, he felt a soul enter his body, covering his soul, clinging to it, and brushing over every inch of it.

Bai Mo felt something was strange; the feeling of souls connecting was wonderful. The two seemed inseparable, able to perceive and exchange hundreds of thoughts in an instant.

Deep concern and earnestness, along with increasingly obvious shame and annoyance, were what Bai Mo sensed from Ding Yumin's soul. Strange, what was she ashamed and annoyed about?

It's just a matter of having hundreds of strange little ideas pop into your head every second.

Keep in mind, there are only a few hundred.

A few hundred is the limit of a second and a soul, not his.

If she could roll her eyes, Ding Yumin wouldn't be able to see her eyeballs right now. How could this person have such a pure and innocent soul, yet harbor so many vulgar thoughts?

Finding nothing amiss, Ding Yumin opened her eyes, withdrew her soul power, and a blush rose on her usually fair and calm face. She glared at Bai Mo.

Bai Mo blinked, his eyes innocent, and said with an amused smile, "Yumian, the ancients were right, sages don't concern themselves with their thoughts. I was just thinking about it."

"I don't believe you!"

Scratching his head, Bai Mo glanced around. There wasn't many people around, so it seemed no one had seen their slightly strange behavior earlier.

Bai Mo's gaze was slightly unfocused. He wanted to deceive himself into believing that Ding Yumin was unaware that he had feelings for another girl, but reason told him that this was impossible.

Along the way, Bai Mo would glance at her from time to time, but she was a master of facial expression management, so he couldn't tell anything from her.

After passing through another corridor, we arrived at a bright and clean room.

The room was decorated very warmly, not at all like a medical facility; if you didn't know better, you'd think it was someone's bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, a girl who looked about 70% like Ding Yumin was watching TV.

"Wuji, never trust anyone. The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie!"

The sound of the TV series entered Bai Mo's ears, leaving him a little confused. Good heavens, he wondered why there was suddenly so much money in his account lately.

My second uncle is good at giving people surprises.

The sound disappeared, and the girl sensed someone's arrival. She looked up, a joyful expression spreading across her face.

"Yu Mian, you're here! Hurry up and complete the formalities so I can leave!"

Her voice was more energetic than Ding Yumin's. After she finished speaking, she noticed Bai Mo beside her. She glanced at the distance between them and then asked a question that made Bai Mo laugh.

"Yumian, is this my brother-in-law?"

Ding Yumin glanced at Bai Mo, who was smiling broadly beside her, and shook her head calmly. "Not yet. When did you wake up?"

"When I woke up."

"How long have you been awake?"

"A little while"

"..." Ding Yumin glanced at her younger sister and asked calmly, "Have you had breakfast?"

"have eaten."

"What did you eat?"

"breakfast."

Ding Yumin paused, glanced at the bread bag and milk carton in the trash can, then looked at the bag of potato chips next to her, and sighed.

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