Full-Time Magister: Summoning Agumon at the Start

"What?!"

On the clock tower, all the high-ranking officials were shocked and hurriedly asked the guard mage to lead the way.

Soon, they arrived at the back alley and found a corpse wrapped tightly in a long gray-white cloth. The corpse was shrouded in a faint ghostly aura and had no trace of soul.

"Damn it! These bastards from the Black Vatican are too outrageous, daring to commit murder right under our noses!" Councilor Zhu Meng said angrily.

"We underestimated the Black Vatican. Their intelligence work was so good. The Gray-White Man was dead the moment he left," Elder Lingxi of the Hunter Alliance said angrily.

"Only the gray-white man knows Fang Gu's whereabouts. Now that the clues have gone cold, we won't be able to find him anytime soon. If the Black Vatican finds him first, then there will be absolutely no hope left." Chief Instructor Fei Jiao's tone began to become pessimistic.

"Although it's hard to believe, there are indeed Salam's accomplices among you, or even Salam himself!" Just when everyone thought the trail was about to go cold, a voice that was exactly the same as before came from behind.

Everyone turned around and saw a man dressed in a gray-white robe emerge from a shadowy corner on one side.

"You're not dead?!" Zhu Meng was stunned for a moment, looking at the corpse on the ground and then at the mysterious gray-white man standing vividly behind him, and said, "A substitution?!"

"Before revealing all this history to you, I had my men dress up like me and impersonate me to receive the message, but the result terrified me."

"The mysterious grey-white man said."

"You had your men killed just to prove that there are people from the Black Vatican among us?!" Li Yujian, the head of the Li family, was somewhat stunned. In such a critical moment, the fact that there were still spies from the other side among the higher-ups was truly alarming.

"I apologize to everyone. I know there is only one Salang, but in order for the plan to save the ancient capital to proceed smoothly, I can only ask you to make do for now. If we can successfully overcome the calamity, I, Han, will personally come to apologize." As President Han Ji spoke, he waved his hand, and a purple chain of souls flew out, binding all the high-ranking members, including himself.

"President, are you really going to trust someone of unknown origin so easily? He might be Salang. Doing so could lead to even bigger mistakes!" Elder Lingxi said with dissatisfaction.

"Yes, President, we have the vast majority of the super-level mages in the ancient capital. We are trapped. If the undead forcefully attack the city at this time, the ancient capital will have no power to resist," said Chief Instructor Feijiao.

"I'm taking this risky gamble to save the ancient capital. I will arrange for someone to find Fang Gu as soon as possible so that the army of the undead can temporarily fall into a slumber," Han Ji said firmly. At the same time, he walked to the side of each of the super-level mages present and temporarily sealed their cultivation. Finally, with everyone as witnesses, Han Ji also sealed his own cultivation.

On the crowded road, as Mo Fan and the others were guessing who Hu Jin's Grand Steward was, several imperial guard mages dressed in purple flew over from the inner city wall.

At first, Mo Fan and the others thought these mages were going to the Clock Tower Magic Association, but to their surprise, they landed right in front of them.

"Excuse me, who is Fang Gu?" Chief Guard Lu Huan asked coldly, his gaze sweeping over Mo Fan and his companions.

"I am." Fang Gu did not hide anything and stepped forward directly: "I never expected that in the midst of such a catastrophe, the chief of the Imperial Guard would personally come to arrest me, a murderer."

Seeing that he hadn't found the wrong person, Lu Huan nodded and ordered his men to lead Mo Fan and the others to fly in a certain direction with him.

However, to Mo Fan and the others' surprise, instead of heading to the Clock Tower Magic Association, they were led to a courtyard.

Chief Guard Lu Huan escorted Mo Fan and the others to the courtyard and then left. Not long after, Han Ji, the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association, came out.

Just as everyone was still confused, Chairman Han Ji said directly, "Fang Gu, do you still have a portion of Kun Well Water? Kun Well Water is the only thing that can neutralize the Nine Nether Dew. We expect you to hand it over immediately!"

Mo Fan and the others were all shocked when they heard this news. It turned out that the water of Kun Well could neutralize the Dew of the Nine Netherworlds and put the dead back into a deep sleep. This was truly great news.

But before everyone could be happy for long, Fang Gu's words plunged them into despair once again.

"I'm truly sorry. If I still had the water of the Kun Well, I would have given it to wash away my sins. But I have already used the last drop of Kun Well water to refine the undead. If you can extract the Kun Well water from it, I—I wouldn't mind if you killed it."

As soon as Fang Gu finished speaking, he reluctantly summoned a blood-red skeleton.

Looking at the blood-red skull before him, Han Ji's face showed despair: "It's no use anymore. It seems the heavens are determined to destroy my ancient capital!"

"By the way, Brother Fan, is the Earthly Holy Spring in your possession?!" Zhang Xiaohou suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked.

As soon as Zhang Xiaohou finished speaking, a glimmer of light returned to Han Ji, the president of the Magic Association, who asked Mo Fan, "Is it the Earthly Sacred Spring in Bo City?!"

"Why did you mention the Sacred Spring?" Mu Bai asked, slightly puzzled.

"Your Bo City and Weiju Village share the same ancestor a long time ago. The Earthly Sacred Spring and the Kun Well Water are actually the same thing—" Just then, a gray-white man came out of a room in the courtyard and explained to Mo Fan and the others.

Mo Fan was surprised, his mouth agape, but he still answered truthfully: "My situation is the same as Fang Gu's; I've also used up the Earthly Sacred Spring, and I can't extract any more."

Han Ji seemed to have anticipated this outcome, and said with a look of despair, "It seems our plan is unlikely to succeed. The ancient king is destined to rise again, and the ancient capital will not escape this calamity."

"No! There's still a chance. As long as we find the ancient king's tomb, everything can be salvaged," the mysterious grey-white man said.

"But who knows? Are we really just leaving it to fate?" Han Ji raised his head, looked at the spirits outside the golden barrier, and sighed.

"The Black Vatican must know, it's just a pity we can't find where they're hiding," the gray-haired, mysterious man said.

"Grand Steward Hujin! By the way, Mu Bai, didn't you have someone you suspected?" Zhou Min suddenly remembered something.

He immediately reminded her.

The mysterious, grey-haired man's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked excitedly, "How do you know about this important figure under Salang!"

"It was something Zhang Xiaohou heard before he disappeared. As for the person I suspect, it's my uncle," Mu Bai said after a moment of silence.

"Isn't your uncle Mu He?" Zhao Kunsan asked instinctively.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaohou trembled violently, and a sharp pain shot through his head.