Full-Time Magister: The Jade Serpent's Three-Flower Pupil Captures Apas

Chapter 73 Divine Opponent and Incompetent Teammate: Guiding the Way

(PS: Yesterday's chapter has been revised so that the Black Serpent poisoned two hunters during its molting process. The Sky Serpent's appearance in Hangzhou does not occur in this fanfiction.)

The atmosphere on the field fell silent for a moment.

Then, Judge Tang Zhong stepped forward and acted as a peacemaker to smooth things over.

"May I ask how I should address this esteemed master?"

Tang Zhong glanced at Leng Qing and the other woman, then respectfully asked Song Zhong.

"Song Zhong, tutor at Mingzhu Academy, and controller of the Heavenly Flame Demon Refining Tower."

Song Zhong glanced at everyone present and said casually.

"So it's Master Song. I apologize on behalf of Councilor Zhu Meng; he has a rather volatile temper."

Tang Zhong was slightly taken aback, and at the same time gave Zhu Meng a wink.

After this ordeal, Zhu Meng's stubborn temper subsided, and he bowed slightly as he spoke:

"I'm sorry, Master Song, I was just too quick to condemn evil."

Apart from the high-level mage silently observing Song Zhong, the others dared not utter a word, wanting to wait and see what would happen.

"Given the power of a supreme monarch-level serpent lord, if he were to truly take action, do you think he would leave behind any remains?"

Song Zhong said in a tone of disappointment and frustration.

"Master Song is right. I will have my subordinates reinvestigate."

Zhu Meng lowered his head and repeatedly agreed.

"Then why don't you hurry up and investigate?"

Song Zhong waved his hand, immediately starting to shoo people away.

"Yes, Venerable Master Song, I'll go right away."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Meng felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly left with the head guard Wu Pingjing and a group of palace guards.

They left together with those who were neutral, and those who were more inclined to support the Palace Magic Association and the Supreme Inquisition of the Oriental Pearl Mage Tower.

The people in the meeting room gradually dispersed, leaving only Judge Tang Zhong, Luo Mian with a goatee, Hei Yu with waterfall hair and eagle eyes, Song Zhong, Leng Qing, and Tang Yue.

"I'm afraid Zhu Meng won't let this go so easily."

Tang Zhong's tone revealed a hint of worry. Upon hearing this, Luo Mian stroked his goatee, frowned, and remained silent.

Suddenly, Luo Mian looked at Song Zhong and said:

"I wonder what this Venerable Master Song thinks of the Black Serpent totem?"

"It's better to watch while sitting, though, than standing."

Song Zhong pulled up a chair and sat down, casually crossing his legs.

Luo Mian, "."

"Associate Luo, you may not know this, but totems undergo a molting period every ten years, and it's happening in the next few days. I'm afraid that Zhu Mengna will use this incident to his advantage and harm the god we worship."

Tang Zhong said with a worried expression, which made Luo Mian, the old man, raise an eyebrow.

Song Zhong was speechless. He had never seen someone reveal their own background and weaknesses before. Wasn't this just deliberately giving others ammunition against them?

Indeed, it's not the god-like opponents you should fear, but the pig-like teammates.

What happened next was similar to the original story. Unaware that the Totem Serpent had already completed its molting period, Tang Zhong ordered Tang Yue to take it and escape through Bai Town.

The meeting then came to an end.

After leaving the conference room, Song Zhong, Leng Qing, and Tang Yue returned to the Three Pools Mirroring the Moon.

Inside the pavilion.

"Song Zhong, what do we do now?" Leng Qing asked.

"Don't worry, we'll see who's hiding something in the next few days. Just wait and see."

Song Zhong took a sip of the fragrant tea in his cup and said calmly.

Leng Qing and Tang Yue nodded silently. In any case, the totem serpent was at its peak, and even ten Zhu Mengs wouldn't be enough to defeat it.

After bidding farewell to Leng Qing and the other woman, Song Zhong used his teleportation ability and flew straight towards the West Ridge of Hangzhou.

They harvested a large amount of eagle-red grass and processed some of it into tubes of red potion, storing them all in several large storage bracelets.

After doing all this, Song Zhong suddenly returned to Hangzhou.

It's worth mentioning that little girl Lingling also came to Hangzhou to join in the fun.

Two days later.

A sudden plague broke out in White Town, and three patients were covered in blisters, their bodies riddled with rotten spots.

Related reports were quickly pushed out in newspapers and on mobile headlines, causing widespread panic.

Soon, another day later, the unpleasant guest arrived.

"Master Song, I didn't expect to see you here."

Zhu Meng's face darkened as he recalled the unpleasant events of the past.

The palace guards behind him looked even more embarrassed. With a semi-forbidden spell master guarding West Lake, they wouldn't dare to go up and cause trouble even if they had ten times the courage.

Leng Qing and Tang Yue didn't give Zhu Meng a friendly look either, and just stood there ignoring him.

"Ahem! Venerable Master Song, my men have been investigating for two days, but they still can't find any evidence of the Black Serpent killing people or any clues about the plague. Do you have any suggestions?"

This time, Zhu Meng learned his lesson and bowed slightly to seek confirmation, behaving like a junior.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"Let's go. The one who tied the knot must untie it. Let's go to White Town."

Song Zhong waved, signaling everyone to follow him to Bai Town, the epicenter of the outbreak.

"Master Song, is that the Black Serpent?"

After much hesitation, Zhu Meng finally spoke.

"I'll vouch for it myself, okay?"

Song Zhong said softly, and Zhu Meng could only nod helplessly upon seeing this.

Soon, Zhu Meng led Song Zhong, Leng Qing, Tang Yue, and Lingling to the outside of the quarantine zone.

After entering the tent conference room.

Zhu Meng pointed to several leading figures in the healing field and respectfully introduced them to Song Zhong:

"Master Song, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Lu, a leading figure in the field of healing."

Seeing this, Mr. Lu carefully examined Song Zhong before speaking:

"Such a young semi-forbidden spellcaster is truly unheard of. I wonder what your opinion is on this plague, Venerable Master Song?"

Mr. Lu and Zhu Meng were also surprised to have a semi-forbidden spell master in charge, and simply wanted to hear his opinion.

"The Black Serpent has always lived in West Lake and has never been to Bai Town. There must be something fishy going on here."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Zhong continued:

"And I'm curious about something else: shouldn't we ask poison mages to study something like an outbreak of plague?"

Furthermore, the outbreak of the plague occurred in Baizhen, not in West Lake, which indicates that the Black Serpent was unrelated to it.

Furthermore, since the plague first broke out in White Town, it's undoubtedly the most suspicious place. Who is in charge? Did the patients engage in any similar behaviors before their deaths?

After Song Zhong's analysis, Mr. Lu and Zhu Meng were enlightened.

The two women behind him, Leng Qing and Tang Yue, were amazed by Song Zhong's deductive reasoning.

"Now that Master Song has mentioned it, I remember that all the patients have taken the blood-reserved medicine from Baizhen."

In addition, these combat supplies are usually stored in open-air warehouses at the western fortress.

Mr. Lu slapped his forehead and spoke.

"Councilor Zhu Meng, could you please go and retrieve some of the blood serum reserves from White Town?"

Song Zhong said earnestly, then looked at Mr. Lu and the other leading figures in the healing field.

"Take me to see those patients."

Mr. Lu and his group led the way, and Zhu Meng nodded and left.

Plague isolation zone.

Rows of hospital beds were arranged under white tents, and the people on the beds were covered with dense, dark purple pustules on their arms and cheeks.

"This thing doesn't seem like a plague; it's more like some kind of highly toxic sore."

Song Zhong spoke softly, and Mr. Lu and the others frowned, not daring to speak.

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