Full-Time Magister: Dark Lord

Cao Le turned to look at Mo Fan. He continued, "You saw that girl, did you say anything to her?"

When Cao Le suddenly looked at him, Mo Fan had a feeling he was about to get punched.

Moreover, it's very likely they'll get a severe beating...

However, seeing his somewhat angry expression, he knew he might be in trouble, and bluntly admitted, "I...I said it."

When he can't win, Mo Fan has no backbone at all.

This is also the dog's way of surviving.

"When they asked for your name, you didn't actually give them my name, did you???" Cao Le continued.

"Um... I actually meant to say Zhao Manyan, but I subconsciously thought of you, so I said you instead..." Mo Fan explained softly.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Cao Le gritted his teeth in anger upon hearing this.

He really wanted to thank him for remembering him at all times!

"Big brother, I was wrong..."

After listening to their conversation, Ai Jiangtu looked at Cao Le and asked, "What's going on here? And what about that girl?"

"It's just a remnant soul in a vessel, nothing to be afraid of. But I wasn't soul-snatched, it must be something on my body..." Cao Le was about to say that the so-called soul-snatching girl was frightened by him, but unexpectedly the girl appeared in the blink of an eye.

But she was no longer a young girl; she was a monk.

"You little bastard, I'll give you a chance. Get lost now or I won't send you to your grave. If you mess with me, forget about your revenge, I'll make sure your soul is scattered to the winds." Cao Le said coldly as he looked at Narahara Sora who appeared in front of him.

"Hehehe..." Narahara Sora suddenly burst into laughter upon hearing this....

Apart from Cao Le and Mo Fan, almost no one present could see the monk.

Cao Le had seemed to be talking to himself, but the sudden burst of laughter shocked everyone present...

Although they were all top students from magic high schools, this was definitely the first time anyone had ever encountered something like this.

Even for Ai Jiangtu and Nan Jue, two outstanding military magistrates who graduated from military academies, this was the first time they had encountered such a situation.

Seeing the terrified expressions on everyone's faces, yet not knowing where to look, Mo Fan realized that they couldn't see the monk at all...

Now he realized he was really in trouble.

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184. What belongs to one another will ultimately belong to that person.

Narahara Sora looked at Cao Le and sneered, "Do you have the ability to resist? You have been betrayed by your companions, so you have no choice but to come with me."

"You bastard, you think you can touch me?" Cao Le remained calm, staring at Narahara Sora.

Mo Fan unleashed a powerful punch, but surprisingly, his attack didn't land on him at all; instead, he was sent flying backward...

He was dumbfounded when his fierce punch missed Narahara Sora.

"Don't waste your energy. He's just a spirit now; you can't hurt him," Cao Le explained.

Mo Fan didn't hit Narahara Sora, but he did attract the attention of several angry old monks. However, when they came over in a huff, the moment they saw Narahara Sora, they were all so frightened that they sat down on the ground.

They could see Narahara Sora, simply because the grudges between them ran too deep.

"It seems you know quite a lot. I'm quite curious, what gives you the courage to not fear me?" Narahara Sora didn't seem to be in a hurry to take the soul, but instead looked at Cao Le, whose strength was unusable, and said.

It's important to understand that even the most powerful mage can't deal much damage once their soul is extracted.

“I gave you a chance, but you were useless. We’ll stay for one night and then leave, so you can take your revenge in peace. But you’re just asking for death. You’re not worthy of my soul.”

As Cao Le spoke, his entire body radiated a blood-red light.

He simply couldn't summon all of Cao Wei's generals to fight.

However, it would be quite simple to just let their souls out and then destroy the little soul.

"Buzzing~~~"

Cao Le did not awaken them all, but only made all five of Cao Wei's elite generals appear.

"Kill him."

Upon seeing them appear, Cao Le said indifferently.

Narahara Sora was already panicked. How could he have imagined that so many powerful undead were hidden within the body of this ordinary mage?!

"No...no...I was blind, please spare me...please spare me..." Narahara Sora was truly terrified. If the soul here were lost, how could he possibly survive?

Cao Le clearly knew everything about him. If he destroyed his soul-snatching ability here, then his original soul would probably not be able to escape either.

Hearing this unseen "thing" begin to beg for mercy, everyone instinctively looked at Cao Le.

Even the monks were overjoyed upon seeing this...

Because if this monk dies, they won't have to continue living such a painful life in the future.

“Benefactor, he is an evil spirit, kill him, kill him…” a monk named Qi Hai pleaded.

"You guys are lucky; it just so happens that he provoked me," Cao Le said with a smile.

At this moment, Yu Jin, Xu Huang and the others attacked together, and with just one strike, they killed Narahara Sora, who didn't even have the ability to resist.

After the monk's shadow disappeared, the monks were all secretly delighted!

"Don't be so happy. This is just a part of a soul-snatching technique to enhance his power. As for whether he will help you or not, that depends on your sincerity," Cao Le said calmly.

Seeing the pitiful state of the monks, Ai Jiangtu said, "If we can help them, let's help them."

“I’m not Ultraman, I don’t meddle in every little thing. Besides, why do you think they can see things you can’t? They’re just a few ordinary monks, aren’t you surprised they can see these things?” Cao Le turned to Ai Jiangtu and said.

Ai Jiangtu was speechless for a moment...

"My lord, we know we were wrong, but he has tormented us for so long... We beg you..."

Before the monk could finish speaking, he was stopped by the abbot of the temple, who continued, "Esteemed benefactor, in the back mountain area, there is a wooden fish that has been in our temple for a long time... It is no ordinary object..."

"Okay, I agree. Lead the way." Cao Le nodded in agreement.

These days, if you're going to talk about upholding justice, wouldn't it be more realistic to just offer the biggest benefit?

Seeing Cao Le's earlier reluctance to get involved, and now his apparent agreement to the terms of benefit, the group felt quite awkward...

However, regardless of who they were, they were all very curious about what had just happened.

Mo Fan did see it, but he wasn't the type to blab. Besides, today's events were somewhat related to him.

Therefore, he definitely won't say anything more.

...

The group followed the old monk to the back of the mountain...

The path on the back mountain was longer than I had imagined. The stone lanterns on both sides of the path were covered by weeds, and some lush branches even stretched out onto the road, intersecting and blocking pedestrians.

However, Cao Le swept a wave of flames, instantly turning the weeds to ashes...

Upon arriving at a dilapidated house, Cao Le swept the flames across it again, finally revealing the entire structure of the ruined dwelling. The group was secretly astonished by his incredible fire control...

As the group entered, they saw a wooden fish. The old monk said, "This wooden fish has been in this temple for many years, but whether you can take it away depends on whether you are a destined person."

Cao Le walked over, but as soon as he reached out, a restriction repelled him.

Sensing this rejection, he understood that Baxia didn't seem to like him...

This totem guardian is so powerful, and it still looks down on me???

But as the old monk said, this matter depends on fate.

"Zhao Manyan, call me Dad, and I'll give you a chance." Knowing he had no chance, Cao Le looked at Zhao Manyan.

It's obvious without even thinking that this grandson is the totem guardian chosen by this big tortoise.

Zhao Manyan was taken aback, looking at Cao Le with a mixture of excitement and something else...

For some reason, Zhao Manyan immediately recognized this thing as a treasure.

Unexpectedly, Cao Le is now going to give it to me?

Nan Jue originally wanted to lift the restriction, but now it's not appropriate for her to interfere.

Zhao Manyan walked over, and subconsciously chose to ignore the matter of calling him "Dad".

An unexpected scene unfolded: when he approached, he suddenly discovered that the so-called restriction was completely absent.

Zhao Manyan simply picked up the wooden fish...

"Damn it... damn big turtle, are you blind??" Cao Le cursed inwardly upon seeing this.

The old monks were somewhat puzzled when they saw Zhao Manyan pick up the wooden fish so easily. In fact, they thought it was impossible for him to lift it. After all, the restriction on the wooden fish existed for both ordinary people and monks.

And now, this young man, he just picked it up like that???

"Benefactors, now that the items have been given to you, is that right...?" the old monk asked again.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of that bastard for you guys in a bit." Cao Le waved his hand.

Little did these monks know that Yu Jin had already taken care of the matter just moments before.

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185. The "happiness" that every man understands.

Afterwards, Cao Le told the monks that their troubles had been resolved and that they could rest assured.

The monks remained skeptical, but after Yu Jin's reasoning, they lost all their temper.

They also prepared train tickets for them to head towards Osaka.

Japan's national pavilion is located in Osaka, and in addition to training, these people also need the national pavilion badge.

Only teams that obtain enough national pavilion badges can truly enter Venice and participate in the Grand Prix.

If so many countries could qualify for the World Championship in Venice, how long would it take to finish...?

Therefore, in this National Pavilion Challenge, only teams that obtain badges from various countries and possess enough badges can truly break into the National Palace.

The train gradually moved from the coastal area into the mainland. The continuous mountain ranges, appearing bluish-purple, were distributed on both sides of the train tracks. The mountains in Japan were relatively clean, and the air was better than I had imagined.