Full-Time Mage: Starting with Gengar, selected for the National Tournament

Chapter 113 Internal and External Troubles

"Who are you?" Zhu Meng asked, frowning.

The gray-robed man did not answer Zhu Meng's question, but merely glanced at everyone and continued what he had just said.

"The reason why the undead army is still active during the day is because of the rain."

"Within the rainwater lies a substance called the Dew of the Nine Netherworlds. As the rain pours down, it seeps into the bodies of the dead, imbuing them with a deathly aura during the day."

"This is not the first time the Black Vatican has planned such a disaster. Bo City was Salang's previous test site, a rehearsal for the disaster in the ancient capital."

Upon hearing this...

Zhu Meng's eyes widened immediately.

As a high-ranking official in the court, he had naturally heard about the disaster in Bo City.

But he never expected it.

That disaster was actually a rehearsal.

It was a burial offering for the calamity that befell this ancient capital.

A cold rain was falling.

Everyone stared at the masked man in silence.

A thick gloom hung over my heart.

At this time.

A powerful dragon roar echoed from outside the city in the distance, dispelling the heavy atmosphere.

Having finished the battle, Chu Ming rode his fire-breathing dragon back to the city wall tower.

"You're finally back, kid! Well done!"

Zhu Meng looked at Chu Ming with a relieved expression and patted him hard on the shoulder.

"Brother Chu, thanks to your courageous act, you bought enough time for the millions of people in the ancient capital to evacuate!" Han Ji walked up to Chu Ming and bowed solemnly.

Chu Ming quickly took the old man's hand and shook his head: "Old Han, I came to the ancient capital this time to exterminate the undead, and so far we have only defeated two undead lords and their subordinate legions. But the real main event, 'The Abyss of Fiends,' is still waiting for us, and the battle is far from over."

The gray-robed man beside him nodded, picked up the conversation, and solemnly said, "You're right."

"The eight kings of the dead are ready. The ancient capital is the first great gift after the ancient king awoke from his thousand-year slumber... The kings of the dead are extremely cunning and will never set foot in the city. It is very difficult to cross the vast ocean of the undead army and kill them."

"Our battles ahead will be increasingly difficult."

"Fortunately, the ancient king has not yet fully awakened."

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Eight Directions King will first slowly encroach on all the land outside the ancient capital's walls, and wait for the ancient king to awaken before destroying our heritage barrier in one fell swoop."

Ling Xi, a high-ranking official in the ancient capital, calmly said, "Knowing all this is meaningless now. Why not just tell us how to avert this catastrophe?"

"First, we must stop this rain mixed with the dew of the Nine Netherworlds," the mysterious man replied.

"How can we stop it?" Lu Xu asked, frowning.

"The Kun Well spring water in Weiju Village can neutralize the rage and resentment in the evil water, just like one is acidic and the other is alkaline!" the gray-robed man replied.

"Can the Kun Well water neutralize the evil water of the Black Vatican?" Councilor Zhu Meng's eyes lit up.

"Dangerous Village? But the entire Dangerous Village has been wiped out by the undead, doesn't that mean there's no solution for the rain..." Chief Instructor Feijiao's eyes were glazed over.

The gray-robed man shook his head and said, "There's another portion of Kun Well water that isn't in the Black Church's hands, but with a necromancer named Fang Gu. I've already sent people to look for it!"

Chu Ming, who was standing to the side, heard what the gray-robed man said.

Suddenly it dawned on me.

Actually, when I came to the ancient capital...

He had a vague feeling that there was something wrong with the composition of the rainwater.

But locals say that the rainy season has lasted for almost half a year and it has always been like this.

He assumed it was a characteristic of the land of the dead.

did not expect.

Was the composition of this rainwater the work of the Black Vatican?

"Congressman Zhu Meng, I also have some well water from the village of Weiju!"

After a moment's thought, Chu Ming decided to take out half of the well water that Gengar had collected and use it to disperse the undead army.

"You have...?" Zhu Meng's eyes widened in surprise, then his face flushed with excitement. He couldn't help but ask, "You actually have a surprise in store? Where did you get it?!"

"I collected some when I went to Weiju Village to rescue people last time," Chu Ming said with a smile.

"But the Black Vatican has been planning this for a long time. We don't know how many days this heavy rain will last. Even if Chu Ming and Fang Gu each have a share, it will be used up in a day at most," Instructor Flying Horn said worriedly again.

The mysterious gray-haired man nodded and said, "That's right, the well water is only temporary. The key to this catastrophe is the Ancient King. By using two portions of Kun Well water to temporarily neutralize the rainwater, the main purpose is to buy time."

"We must find the imperial tomb while the spirits are in their slumber!"

"By sealing away the ancient king, this calamity can finally end!"

Everyone looked at each other.

But they have absolutely no clue what to do.

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

We have no choice but to believe this person who is unwilling to reveal their identity.

None of the people present were fools.

If the man in gray robes has something to do with the ancient capital, then...

Then he wouldn't have needed to go to all that trouble to say these things.

If he hadn't come forward to explain...

No one present could have guessed that this was actually a long-planned scheme by the Black Vatican.

"We're willing to believe what you say," Lingxi said, somewhat dissatisfied. "But I hope you'll show your true colors. With danger looming, everyone should be honest, instead of hiding their true intentions."

The mysterious man shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, the Black Vatican has been plotting against the ancient capital for a long time. I cannot be sure whether anyone present has been infiltrated by Salang, or rather... whether one of the mages present is Salang!"

"What a joke! We are all in high positions, how could we possibly be members of the Black Vatican?" Li Yujian, the head of the Li family, said angrily.

"In short, caution is paramount. With the undead attacking, the Black Church must be taking action as well. They certainly don't want our necromancer Fang Gu."

"The spring is time, so we must find him before the Black Vatican. We must ensure the dead remain asleep so we have a chance to breathe and hope of finding the ancient king's tomb."

"The mysterious grey-white man said."

"There's no time to lose, I'll inform the Guardian Mage right away."

Chairman Han Ji chose to believe.

In fact, from the very beginning, he not only did not question what the gray-robed man said, but even exchanged glances with him from time to time.

Because the other party was able to appear here.

That's what he meant.

Now that things have come to this, we must unravel all these mysteries, find the key, and thwart the Black Vatican's conspiracy in one fell swoop!

"Well, let's get that portion of Kun Well water first."

Zhu Meng also felt that there was no better way.

After the man left, Zhu Meng whispered to Guild Master Han Ji, "Your man?"

Han Ji nodded slightly but didn't make a sound.

"The trial committee?" Zhu Meng then asked.

Han Ji shook his head and said, "The trial committee was probably under surveillance. I hired outsiders to do it. Some people had already sensed this bloodshed, but they didn't expect it to happen so suddenly. The Black Vatican has probably come out in full force this time."

"Internal and external troubles, alas, we were careless," Zhu Meng sighed.

"But through this disaster, we also saw an unexpected surprise."

Han Ji smiled and pointed at Chu Ming's back, as if he saw a ray of hope representing the future.

(End of this chapter)