Full-Time Magister: Summoning Agumon at the Start

Seeing the White Sand Demon Soldiers vanish before his eyes, Zhao Manyan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He slumped to the ground, looked up at the crowd standing on the shore, grinned, and gave Xinxia a thumbs up.

"How long are you all planning to stay up there? Get down here!" Zhao Manyan shouted angrily as he got up from the ground.

"I thought you were dead meat, but I didn't expect my Xinxia to be so capable," Mo Fan teased.

"Alright, let's all go down. I'll remind you one more thing: no one except Xinxia can use magic, otherwise all those white sand demon soldiers will come out and attack us, and we'll all die together," Lingling reminded her again.

"Don't worry, everyone. As long as you don't use magic later, I can calm all these white sand demon soldiers down. They won't attack us," Ye Xinxia added.

Lingling and Ye Xinxia both spoke up, and Lin Chen and the others nodded in agreement, since no one would want to joke about their own life.

"Brother Chen, your Garurumon exudes a commander-level aura. Should we put it away and let Brother Fan's Swift Star Wolf carry Xin Xia instead?" Zhang Xiaohou suggested.

"It's alright," Lin Chen said.

Lin Chen walked to Garurumon's side, patted its body, and then, under Zhang Xiaohou's gaze and perception, Garurumon's size and aura slowly transformed into a wolf-like beast that exuded the aura of a warrior general and was about the size of a warhorse.

"You can't believe it?!" Zhang Xiaohou exclaimed, realizing he had never seen anything like it before.

Seeing this, Mo Fan picked up Xin Xia and put her on Garurumon's back, letting her sit on it. Ling Ling also easily climbed onto Garurumon's back.

Walking on the Sand River filled with White Sand Demon Soldiers, every so often, a group of White Sand Demon Soldiers would notice Lin Chen and his group's movements, gather from the sand river, and appear around them.

Every appearance of the White Sand Demon Soldiers would shock Lin Chen and the others. If Lin Chen and the others hadn't been extraordinary and hadn't suppressed their fear and instinct to connect with the stars, preventing themselves from releasing even a trace of magical fluctuations, the White Sand Demon Soldiers would probably have attacked them long ago.

As time passed, Lin Chen and his group had traveled about ten kilometers in the Sand River. Lin Chen also noticed that Xin Xia was using mind magic more and more frequently, and her face began to show signs of fatigue and paleness.

"Xinxia, ​​are you alright? How much longer can you hold on?" Lin Chen asked.

"I don't have much magic power left. I can only last for two kilometers at most," Ye Xinxia said, her face pale.

Upon hearing this, Lingling immediately opened the electronic map, shook her head, and said, "We've deviated from our route. We estimate it's still three or four kilometers to the other side of the river."

Lingling and Ye Xinxia's words reached everyone's ears, and Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Zhao Manyan, Chen Ying, and Mu Nujiao all showed expressions of horror.

"We can only hold out for two kilometers? That means we only have two kilometers left. Aren't we going to be surrounded by the White Sand Demon Soldiers?" Zhao Manyan said. He had personally experienced the terror of the Sand River. If it weren't for Xin Xia's mind magic, the White Sand Demon Soldiers would have devoured him alive.

Lingling frowned. She hadn't expected that the route she took to cross the Sha Wang River would go astray, leading to this very troublesome problem.

There was no turning back; they had already walked over ten kilometers and had no choice but to grit their teeth and keep going.

"Don't worry, I have a way," Lin Chen said.

"What's your idea?!" Lingling turned her gaze to Lin Chen and hurriedly asked.

"Here, take this." Lin Chen flipped his right hand, and a transparent crystal the size of a pigeon egg appeared in his hand.

"This is a Necromancer Crystal. It can restore magic power, any type. It's much more effective than magic power potions, which restore magic power slowly," Lin Chen explained as he handed the Necromancer Crystal to Ye Xinxia.

"Using the Necromancer Crystal for the first time within a day will restore about a quarter of your mana. Your previous mana was enough to travel ten kilometers. For the rest of the journey, casting mind magic while absorbing the energy from the Necromancer Crystal should be enough to get us to the other side of the river," Lin Chen added.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xinxia immediately grasped the necromancer crystal in her palm and probed it with her mind. Sure enough, a surge of fresh energy was injected into her body.

"It works! I should be able to make it for the remaining three or four kilometers," Ye Xinxia said happily.

As soon as Ye Xinxia finished speaking, the dejected faces of the crowd immediately lit up with joy. It was truly a case of "when you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up before you."

"Lin Chen, these things are quite rare, especially in the ancient capital. Where did you come from? I've never heard you mention going to the ancient capital." Mu Nujiao asked curiously.

"Is it about that time last time?" Lingling asked.

"Yes." Lin Chen nodded, offering no further explanation, and continued, "Let's hurry up and leave, let's not waste any more time."

Seeing that Lin Chen and Lingling were acting mysteriously and not answering her questions directly, Mu Nujiao knew that there were some unknown secrets hidden behind them, so she did not continue to ask.

With the help of the Undead Crystal, Ye Xinxia's magical energy was replenished. After traveling two kilometers, Ye Xinxia still had magical energy to release mind magic to soothe the White Sand Demon Soldiers.

As they got closer to the other side of the river, the white sand demon soldiers that appeared around Lin Chen and the others became ordinary in strength. Ye Xinxia no longer needed to expend a lot of magic energy to appease them; she only needed a small amount of magic energy to pass by them.

"Look, the riverbank is just ahead! We're almost at the shore!" Zhang Xiaohou, who was walking at the front, excitedly reminded them in a low voice as he looked at the riverbank that appeared before them.

"Let's go, speed up!" Mo Fan shouted excitedly.

The group quickened their pace, and the hundred meters ahead passed in the blink of an eye. They finally left the perilous Sha Wang River and arrived at the other side, a land that seemed to have been burned red by flames.

"Finally, we're out of this hellhole. I was terrified the whole way here, constantly on edge, afraid that Xinxia's magic wouldn't work and that the White Sand Demon Soldiers would charge at me. Now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief," Zhao Manyan said with a long sigh of relief.

"Who isn't? I was terrified when Xinxia said we didn't have enough magic power. Luckily, Brother Chen was there," Zhang Xiaohou said, still a little shaken.

"Alright, we've now arrived at the northern corner of the Scorching Plains, and Sister Xinxia's magical energy is almost depleted."

"Let's set up camp here and rest for a bit," Lingling said.