Mo Fan woke after a night of meditation to find a pitch-black figure standing beside his bed. It looked exactly like him.
This was the Ghost Shadow Evil Disciple's ability, Ghost Shadow. It brought Mo Fan's shadow to life and could help him do anything.
It seemed Teacher Tang Yue still cared about him and had not come to Modu to assassinate him. Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
He had truly feared that Tang Yue might have a moment of recklessness and insist on using one of her accidental-kill quotas on him.
After daybreak, his dad left for work. Mo Fan got up as well, left breakfast for Xin Xia, then took his father's car into the city.
"Mo Fan, how long will you be out? I'll come pick you up," Mo Jiaxing asked as Mo Fan got out of the car.
"No need, Dad. I don't know how long it'll take either. I'll head back on my own once I'm done! Don't wait for me." Mo Fan waved him off and told his father to get to work.
He got out on an old Republican-era street behind Jing'an Temple. Looking at the towering buildings around him and the golden, gleaming Jing'an Temple, Mo Fan's spirits suddenly soared.
This was Modu. Compared to Bocheng, it was practically another world. If Mo Fan had not been a mage, he would have long since lost the passion to strive forward!
Following the familiar streets, Mo Fan arrived before the Azure Sky Hunter Agency. He was more than half a year earlier than in his previous life. He wondered whether anything unexpected would happen.
Jingle, jingle.
The wind chime at the entrance swayed as Mo Fan stepped into the place where the dream had begun. He wondered what his little partner was doing now.
After entering, Mo Fan found that Ling Ling was not there. Behind the bar stood a young woman who possessed both a cold beauty and a seductive charm, about Tang Yue's age.
Senior Sister Leng Qing. Mo Fan was somewhat surprised. Wasn't she supposed to be the deputy Tribunal Chief of the Spirit Hidden Tribunal by now? Why did she still have time to watch over this place?
"Hello. Do you need to post a commission?" Leng Qing asked, her voice cold yet gentle.
"Hello, I'm here for an interview. This is my profile!" Mo Fan had long since printed out his file from the Magic Association.
"An interview? You want to become a demon-hunting mage for our Azure Sky Hunter Agency?" Leng Qing was slightly stunned. She had not expected someone so young to come for an interview.
"Let me make this clear first. My minimum requirement is Intermediate Mage. If you're only an Initial Mage, there's no need for an interview at all."
Mo Fan answered, "I am indeed an Intermediate Mage, without a doubt. I've already passed the Magic Association's evaluation as well."
"Mm."
Leng Qing merely responded calmly before opening Mo Fan's résumé.
Eighteen years old, an Intermediate Mage, from Bocheng, with meritorious service. At his age, Mo Fan's résumé was exceptionally impressive. Even the talented heirs of many great families could not compare to him.
Leng Qing's expression gradually shifted from indifference to shock. "I really couldn't tell. You're actually from Bocheng, and you're a genius too."
Mo Fan fell silent. For the moment, he could not tell whether she was praising or mocking him.
Bocheng had suffered the horrifying Crimson Alert, a massive disaster known throughout the nation. Yet Leng Qing could not detect the slightest trace of post-disaster trauma on Mo Fan.
"Your résumé is excellent. In my opinion, you already meet the requirements of our Azure Sky Hunter Agency. But I'm sorry, I can't make the decision regarding interviews. My grandfather and younger sister handle that!" Leng Qing spread her hands and set the résumé on the table.
Mo Fan's face immediately darkened. If you weren't in charge, why were you looking through it? He had thought he had passed the interview.
As they spoke, the Hunting Office's door was pushed open again, and an old man and a young girl entered.
They were Song Qiming and little Ling Ling. Mo Fan instinctively wanted to greet them, but when his hand reached halfway up, he remembered that Song Qiming and little Ling Ling did not know him yet.
"Leng Qing, is he here to post a commission?"
After entering and seeing Mo Fan, Song Qiming asked Leng Qing.
"No, Grandpa. His name is Mo Fan, and he's here to interview as a Hunter Mage," Leng Qing replied evenly.
"Interviewing as a Hunter Mage? Is someone so young an Intermediate Mage?" Ling Ling said with an old-fashioned air.
This little girl... Mo Fan smiled silently. Compared with the grown-up Ling Ling of later years, the current Ling Ling was a little cuter.
Ever since Ling Ling had grown up, he had not had the chance to kiss her adorable little face. Yet he had never expected heaven to give him another chance to start over.
"Young is good. Young people have drive and aren't afraid of dying!!" Song Qiming slowly walked behind the bar.
"Leng Qing, you've read his résumé, right? What do you think?" Song Qiming looked frail enough to be blown over.
Mo Fan secretly curled his lip. This old man really knew how to put on an act. He looked half-buried already, but when he went wild, he was a big shot who could smash people with Super Level Magic!
"For someone his age, he's practically perfect. An eighteen-year-old Intermediate Mage, a survivor of the Bocheng disaster, and he even rendered meritorious service!" Leng Qing listed the strong points on Mo Fan's résumé.
From Bocheng?!
Song Qiming instantly gave Mo Fan a surprised look. All he saw on Mo Fan's face was confidence and composure, without the slightest sign of the disaster's aftermath.
"Not bad. Xiao Ding was just transferred to Songcheng by you, so let him form a team with Ling Ling." Song Qiming said with relief.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm the president of the Azure Sky Hunter Agency. My surname is Bao, so you can call me Old Man Bao from now on." Song Qiming took a puff from his pipe.
"Alright."
Mo Fan then got acquainted with the little loli Ling Ling. At this moment, the most legendary hunter duo of the future—the Mo-Ling Duo—began its story.
At noon, Old Man Bao kindly invited Mo Fan to eat at the agency, as a way to become more familiar with one another.
Mo Fan also took out the Spirit Seed, Mei Yan, hoping Old Man Bao could auction it for him.
Every major auction house in Modu required status to enter. Either one needed the backing of a prominent family, a leadership position in some magic organization, or an exceptionally high personal standing.
Mo Fan had none of those three, so he could only ask Old Man Bao to auction it on his behalf.
Old Man Bao said in surprise, "A Spirit-grade Fire Seed, and a rather high-quality Spirit Seed at that. Are you sure you don't want to absorb it and instead want to auction it?"
Spirit Seeds were common, but top-grade Spirit Seeds were rare. Old Man Bao sensed the aura of Fire Element from Mo Fan, which was why he advised Mo Fan to absorb the Spirit Seed.
After all, money was merely an external possession. Strength was what truly belonged to oneself.
Mo Fan shook his head. "I've already absorbed one. No matter how good this Fire Seed is, it won't be much use to me. I might as well turn it into money."
Old Man Bao pondered for a while before saying, "Your Spirit Seed is high quality. If you go through my channels, I can guarantee at least twenty-five million. I'll charge you ten percent based on twenty-five million, and anything above that will be yours."
"Sure, no problem." Mo Fan agreed.
Mo Fan trusted Old Man Bao. After all, they had known each other inside and out in his previous life. This time, Mo Fan decided he would firmly cling to both Dean Xiao and Song Qiming.
Dean Xiao's value just kept rising!!
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