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

Chapter 93 Black Stockings Mature Woman Asha'ruya

(PS: Some readers have raised concerns about how the Flame Witch Jiang Feng addresses the protagonist. Here's a collection of how various female characters address the protagonist later on, to avoid stereotyping.)

Under a hazy gray sky, a fierce wind howled.

Suddenly, a huge dragon shadow, its body entirely silver-white with mysterious light blue patterns on its surface, pierced through the clouds.

The black, velvety clouds were split in two. There was no rain, and the sky and earth were gloomy. The gray and withered colors of the cold autumn inexplicably added a sense of desolation.

"Boss Song, the situation in this ancient capital is giving me the creeps, it's really creepy."

Mo Fan frowned, and his lips felt dry.

"You've been keeping a low profile lately, kid. You're a first-level high-level fire elementalist. That's quite impressive."

Song Zhong sensed Mo Fan's aura and raised an eyebrow.

"Hehe, this is all thanks to the money you helped the trainees get from Songhe Laodeng half a year ago, Boss Song."

I did quite a few more hunter bounties before I finally bought a Star River Vein Breakthrough Stone.

Mo Fan scratched his head, indicating that he himself had also grown stronger in the past six months.

"The remnants and essences dropped by the spirits of the ancient capital are stronger than those of ordinary demons. You can train here for a while."

Song Zhong suggested, and Mo Fan nodded repeatedly in agreement.

While the two were chatting, the Blue-Eyed White Dragon had already crossed the airport's airspace, with a special summon beast license leading the way, and entered the area as if it were uninhabited.

Before long, Song Zhong and Mo Fan arrived at their destination.

It can be seen that the ancient capital is under martial law at this time, with an extremely tall and thick outer city wall firmly protecting the outer city.

The inner part of the ancient city wall is the city center, while the outer part includes the Wild Goose Pagoda, the Forest of Steles, and other urban areas. The inner city wall is usually used for sightseeing and tourism.

There were military mages guarding the city gate, and hunters of all kinds were constantly moving about, looking extremely busy.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~"

A fierce gust of wind blew, and a silver-white divine dragon descended from the sky, its sharp and powerful limbs treading on the earth.

The dragon's might spread, instantly attracting many eyes.

"What a terrifying aura! Could this be a commander-level sub-dragon contract beast?"

"You're so ignorant. I've seen the blue-eyed behemoth of Hunter King Du Xiao, but it's nothing compared to this silver sub-dragon. It's clearly a monarch-level light-type dragon!"

"Have all the important figures of this caliber come to the ancient capital?"

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The hunter mages looked at the Blue-Eyed White Dragon with curiosity, their faces showing envy and whispering amongst themselves.

The atmosphere was already heavy due to the martial law in the ancient capital, and the arrival of a summoning expert added another layer of mystery to the situation.

"White Dragon, change form," Song Zhong said softly.

The Blue-Eyed White Dragon nodded, its body glowing with a silvery-white light, transforming into a cute pet about half a meter in size, standing on his shoulder.

"Boss Song, where do we go next?"

Mo Fan glanced at the Blue-Eyed White Dragon with some envy, then remembered his important business of finding the monkey.

"First, go find the monkey's superior to inquire about the situation, and then go to the Hunter Alliance Hall in the Drum Tower of the ancient capital to find a local guide to lead the way."

Song Zhong said in a deep voice, and Mo Fan nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, Mo Fan randomly asked a random hunter mage for directions and found Zhang Xiaohou's superior, Feijiao.

Feijiao told the two everything he knew. He was also concerned about Zhang Xiaohou's life or death and didn't want to lose such an outstanding young man.

After saying goodbye to Flying Horn, Song Zhong and Mo Fan went to the Drum Tower Hunter Alliance to find a guide willing to take them to Yangyang Village.

The hall was bustling with people, and the word "Rescue" flashed across the large reward screen.

"Boss Song, it seems there are still quite a few people in danger?"

Mo Fan's heart tightened as he looked at the scene, and he couldn't help but worry about his childhood friend, Zhang Xiaohou.

Just as Song Zhong was about to speak, a loud, hoarse voice interrupted:

"What rescue? They're just corpse collection teams."

Hello, both of you. My name is Short Man.

Mo Fan started looking around, and Song Zhong patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the short, "adventurous" hunter mage next to him.

"Damn, bro, how come you're so short?"

Mo Fan's blunt remark immediately darkened the short man's face.

Song Zhong, however, was too lazy to listen to their bickering and simply pulled out a gold-plated diamond card.

"We have 1000 million here, and I'd like to find a guide to take us to the ancient city of Yangyang Village. Friend, do you have any connections?"

Song Zhong's magnanimous gesture immediately made the short man's eyes light up.

"Some bosses, some tour guides like this, I, the short guy, have the highest attendance rate in the city. I'm the most hardworking and money-loving one in the city right now."

Before he finished speaking, the short man was rubbing his hands together excitedly, staring intently at the gold-plated diamond card.

"Okay, then it's you."

Song Zhong nodded and, together with Mo Fan, led the short man to the front desk to complete the registration.

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

Subsequently, both parties agreed to meet at the South Gate at 8:00 AM the next morning, and another group had also chartered their car.

Next, Song Zhong and Mo Fan found an apartment hotel to stay in, each booking their own room.

Night fell, and the night flew by.

The next day, early morning.

Upon arriving at the South Gate, Song Zhong immediately spotted the short man bouncing around in the crowd.

There's no need to look at it a second time, because one more glance would make you burst out laughing at the short man's height.

A short man, a tall, strong man, two attendants with humble expressions, and a woman.

She was a woman wearing a black veil, with a curvaceous figure, and her attire exuded a chivalrous yet tender charm.

Asha's outfit was stunning; despite the freezing weather, she was still wearing a silk robe embroidered with colorful birds.

The crimson shawl added to the luxurious feel, accentuating the curves of her slender waist and rounded hips with a rhythmic interplay of concealment and revelation.

Her delicate body, stretched taut by the silk robe without a single wrinkle, stretched from her slender waist to her beautiful hips and legs, and from her long, shapely legs to her pair of fair and exquisite feet.

It seems that every part of her is filled with allure and irresistible charm, every part is captivating and mesmerizing!

"Boss Song, you've finally arrived! Let's get going."

When the short man saw Song Zhong and Mo Fan arrive, his face immediately lit up with a smile.

"Bus number 11?" Song Zhong frowned.

"Huh? But the ancient capital is right next to the Qinling Mountains. Flying or driving would be disrespectful to the Qinling demons. How about Mr. Song makes do?"

The short man was slightly taken aback, then chuckled twice.

"No need, I'm in a hurry. I'll set off on my contracted beast."

Song Zhong reached out and gently stroked the cool, silvery-white scales on his right shoulder; they were from the Blue-Eyed White Dragon.

The next second, a dazzling light shone forth!

"Roar!!!"

With a loud and clear dragon roar, a large shadow enveloped the dwarf and his companions.

Its dragon horns were rugged, and a pair of dark blue vertical pupils exuded a powerful aura. Layers upon layers of silver-white scales covered its thick arms, and its sharp claws were slightly clenched.

A pair of silvery-white dragon wings, covering the sky, stirred up a fierce wind, and the powerful aura unique to monarch-level dragon creatures spread out.

"You...you're Representative Song?!"

The short man slapped his forehead and finally remembered Song Zhong's true identity.

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