Heading to the Azure Sky Hunter Agency, Auctioning Mei Yan

Mo Fan woke up after a night of meditation, and standing beside his bed was a pitch-black figure whose appearance was no different from Mo Fan's own.

This was the ability of the Ghost Shadow Evil Disciple—[Ghost Shadow], which brought Mo Fan's shadow to life, capable of doing anything for him.

It seemed Teacher Tang Yue still had me in her heart, since she didn't come to Modu to assassinate me. Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that Tang Yue might have a moment of rashness and insist on putting one of her mistaken-kill slots on him.

After daybreak, his old dad went out to work, and he got up as well. Leaving breakfast for Xin Xia, he hitched a ride with his father into the city.

"Mo Fan, how long will your business take? I'll come pick you up," Mo Jiaxing asked as they got out of the car.

"No need, Old Dad. I don't know how long it'll be either. I'll just head back on my own when I'm done! Don't wait for me." Mo Fan waved his hand, telling his father to go ahead and focus on work.

The place he got off was an old street with a Republic-era vibe, located behind Jing'an Temple. Looking at the towering skyscrapers all around and the gleaming golden Jing'an Temple, Mo Fan's spirits suddenly soared.

This was Modu—compared to Bocheng, it was like two different worlds. If Mo Fan weren't a mage, he would have lost all motivation to strive!!

Following the familiar streets, Mo Fan arrived in front of the Azure Sky Hunter Agency. He was more than half a year earlier than in his previous life, and he wondered if anything unexpected would happen!

Jingle.

The wind chimes by the door swayed, and Mo Fan stepped into the place where his dreams began. He wondered what his little partner was up to right now.

Once inside, Mo Fan found that Ling Ling wasn't there. Behind the counter stood a woman who combined cold elegance with an alluring charm. She wasn't old, about the same age as Tang Yue.

Senior Sister Leng Qing. Mo Fan was a bit surprised. Shouldn't the senior sister be the Deputy Tribunal Chief of the Spirit Hidden Tribunal by now? How did she have time to mind the shop here?

"Hello, do you need a commission?" Leng Qing's voice was cold yet gentle.

"Hello, I'm here for an interview. This is my resume!" Mo Fan had already printed out his file from the Magic Association.

"Interview? You want to be a Hunter Mage at our Azure Sky Hunter Agency?" Leng Qing was slightly taken aback. She hadn't expected someone so young to come for an interview!

"Let me make this clear upfront. My minimum requirement is that you be an Intermediate Mage. If you're only a Basic Mage, there's no need for an interview at all."

Mo Fan replied, "I am indeed an Intermediate Mage. There's no doubt about that. I've already passed the Magic Association's evaluation."

"Mm."

Leng Qing only responded calmly, then opened Mo Fan's resume.

Eighteen years old, Intermediate Mage, from Bocheng, with meritorious service. Mo Fan's resume was quite impressive for his age—many elite scions of major families couldn't compare to him.

Leng Qing's expression shifted from ordinary to shocked: "I really didn't see it. You're from Bocheng, and you're a genius."

Mo Fan was silent. He couldn't tell if that was a compliment or a dig.

Bocheng had experienced the shocking Crimson Alert, a massive disaster known nationwide, but Leng Qing didn't see any trace of post-disaster trauma on Mo Fan.

"Your resume is excellent. In my opinion, you've already met the requirements of our Azure Sky Hunter Agency. But I'm sorry, I can't make the decision on the interview. That's up to my grandfather and my little sister!" Leng Qing spread her hands and placed the resume on the table.

Mo Fan's face darkened. If you can't make the call, why did you bother reading it? And here I thought I'd passed the interview.

Just then, the agency door opened again, and an old man and a young girl walked in.

It was Song Qiming and little Ling Ling. Mo Fan instinctively wanted to greet them, but his hand stopped mid-wave when he remembered that Song Qiming and Ling Ling didn't know him yet.

"Leng Qing, is this gentleman here for a commission?" Song Qiming asked, glancing at Mo Fan.

"No, Grandfather. His name is Mo Fan, and he's here to interview as a Hunter Mage," Leng Qing said calmly.

"Interview as a Hunter Mage? At his age, is he an Intermediate Mage?" Ling Ling asked in a precocious tone.

This little girl... Mo Fan smiled silently. Compared to the grown-up Ling Ling later on, the current Ling Ling was much cuter.

Come to think of it, ever since Ling Ling grew up, he never had the chance to kiss her adorable little face again. But he never expected heaven to give him another chance.

"Young is good. Young people have drive and aren't afraid of death!!" Song Qiming slowly walked behind the counter.

"Leng Qing, you've seen his resume, right? What do you think?" Song Qiming looked frail and feeble.

Mo Fan secretly curled his lip. This old man sure could put on an act. He looked like he had one foot in the grave, but when he lost his temper, he was a big shot who could throw around Super Level Magic!

"For his age, it's nearly perfect. An eighteen-year-old Intermediate Mage who experienced the Bocheng disaster and even earned merit!" Leng Qing listed the highlights of Mo Fan's resume.

From Bocheng?!

Song Qiming shot Mo Fan a surprised look. On Mo Fan's face, he only saw confidence and composure, with no trace of disaster aftermath.

"Not bad. Since Xiao Ding has been transferred by you to Songcheng, let him team up with Ling Ling," Song Qiming said with a relieved sigh.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm the president of the Azure Sky Hunter Agency. My surname is Bao. Just call me Old Man Bao from now on," Song Qiming said, taking a puff from his pipe.

"Alright."

Then Mo Fan got acquainted with the little loli Ling Ling. The most legendary hunter duo of later generations—the Mo Ling Combination—had just kicked off.

At noon, Old Man Bao kindly invited Mo Fan to eat at the agency, as a way to build rapport.

Mo Fan also took out the Spirit-grade Fire Seed, Mei Yan, hoping Old Man Bao could help him auction it off.

All the major auction houses in Modu required people of status to enter—either backed by a major family, part of the leadership of some magic organization, or someone of very high personal standing.

Mo Fan had none of those three, so he had to entrust Old Man Bao to handle the auction for him.

Old Man Bao was a bit shocked and said, "A Spirit-grade Fire Seed, and a high-quality one at that. Are you sure you don't want to absorb it yourself and instead auction it off?"

Spirit seeds are common, but top-grade spirit seeds are not. Old Man Bao sensed the Fire Element aura from Mo Fan, which was why he advised Mo Fan to absorb this spirit seed.

After all, money is an external possession; true strength lies within oneself.

Mo Fan shook his head and said, "I've already absorbed one. No matter how good this fire seed is, it's useless to me. I'd rather convert it into cash."

Old Man Bao pondered for a moment before replying, "Your spirit seed is of high quality. If we go through my channels, the baseline is twenty-five million. I'll take ten percent of that as my cut, and anything above that is yours."

"Fine, no problem," Mo Fan agreed.

Mo Fan trusted Old Man Bao—after all, in his past life, they had known each other through and through. This time around, Mo Fan decided to latch onto both Dean Xiao and Song Qiming.

Dean Xiao's value just kept increasing!!