Invitation to Mo Fan to Join the Ice Emperor Hunter Group

"Priest, who's the target this time?"

Fu Tianming looked at the masked man in black ahead of him, the chilling aura making his heart uneasy.

This masked man was Mu Yuang. After losing the magical duel against Mo Fan, he had been punished by the Black Vatican, half his face ruined.

Thus, he wished he could tear Mo Fan apart a thousand times, but he didn't dare defy the Deacon's orders, so he had to set Mo Fan aside for now.

"Find Li Xingze!"

A red gleam flashed in Mu Yuang's eyes. This brat's talent had caught the Deacon's attention, and the Deacon even planned to recommend him to a higher-ranking Red Cardinal.

That was a level he himself had never reached—why should Li Xingze get it?

He had been undercover for the Black Vatican for years, with plenty of hard work if not great merit, yet he couldn't compare to a Li Xingze?

"Li Xingze?" Fu Tianming froze, then stumbled back two steps.

Was this a joke? The few of them, small fry, going after Li Xingze?

Forget how strong Li Xingze was now—even a year ago, he wasn't someone they could handle!

Mu Yuang shot a cold glance at Fu Tianming, sneering inwardly. With such cowardice, no wonder he was still just a Gray Robe.

"As long as we bring Li Xingze into the Vatican, all three of you have a chance to rise to Priest," Mu Yuang said.

Hearing this, Fu Tianming and the other two immediately forgot their fear and declared, "I am willing to follow the Priest's orders!"

"But... from what I see, Li Xingze isn't likely to comply."

"Hmph!" Mu Yuang smirked darkly. "Just make him kill a student from Pearl Institute, and he'll have no other path left."

At this idea, Fu Tianming and the others were thrilled. As long as Li Xingze had no place left to go, the mission would be much simpler.

On Li Xingze's side, with Lingling tracking, the group quickly found the Shadow Demon Beast.

"With Old Li's Summoned Beast around, we don't even need to lift a finger."

Watching the Goldflame Dragon Lion toy with the Shadow Demon Beast, Mo Fan's eyes were full of envy. Why was Li Xingze so lucky to run into a Contract Beast with such a high Bloodline?

Why did he only get a Netherwolf? So unfair!

But if he really summoned a beast with such a high Bloodline, he wouldn't be able to afford raising it.

Still, this was only temporary. Once his Undead Element cultivation advanced further, he could try making an Undead Vessel.

That was the real goldmine!

By then, Spirit-grade seeds, Contract Beasts—none of it would be out of reach!

"Ze's Summoned Beast is too fierce. If it were me, I probably couldn't last a minute," Xu Zhaoting said, equally impressed.

Ever since he got the Stardust Magic Artifact, Xu Zhaoting had started calling him "Ze."

Without the help of the Spirit-grade Stardust Magic Artifact, he wouldn't have been able to train his Wind Element to Basic Level 3 so quickly.

In less than three minutes, the Goldflame Dragon Lion had completely suppressed the Shadow Demon Beast, and Mu Nujiao bound it up.

"Now that we've got the Shadow Demon Beast, should we take it straight to the iron cage?" Mu Nujiao asked Li Xingze, holding the beast with her vines.

With Li Xingze's deterrent presence, it was unlikely anyone would dare to snatch it, unless someone could rally over twenty people.

But that wasn't realistic—everyone here was an Intermediate-Level Mage now, and no one would willingly act as someone else's thug.

Mo Fan and Xu Zhaoting also looked at Li Xingze, sensing he had something up his sleeve.

"Mu Nujiao, you head back to school first. Leave the rest to us," Li Xingze said.

"Huh?"

Though full of doubts, Mu Nujiao hesitated for a moment, then nodded and left.

Watching Mu Nujiao's retreating figure, Li Xingze spoke slowly, "Among these thousand Intermediate-Level Mages, there are Black Vatican moles."

"What!" Mo Fan and Xu Zhaoting exclaimed, their pupils trembling uncontrollably.

They had heard of the Black Vatican before, but hearing it again still sent shock through them.

This was Pearl Institute—if even Pearl Institute had Black Vatican moles, then how many more were hidden in the shadows of Magic City?

"Who is it?" Mo Fan asked urgently.

Li Xingze shook his head. Even with his good memory, it had been too long, and he couldn't recall clearly—only that there was someone with the surname Fu.

He had checked the names of the remaining thousand students, and there was indeed a Fu—Fu Tianming.

"So what do we do?" Xu Zhaoting didn't doubt Li Xingze at all. If Li Xingze said it was true, it was almost certainly right.

"I've already notified Teacher Tang Yue, but to draw out these moles, I have a plan," Li Xingze said.

"What do we need to do?"

"When it comes to fighting the Black Vatican, I'm all in."

Mo Fan and Xu Zhaoting were both fired up. Though Bo City had been saved, the disaster two years ago was still an indelible scar.

Xu Zhaoting's parents had narrowly survived the catastrophe, but other relatives had tragically perished.

With Li Xingze's intervention, Mo Fan's uncle—also Li Xingze's eldest uncle—had survived the disaster as well.

"Terra Sanctum Spring!" Li Xingze looked at Mo Fan, knowing that Mo Fan still had some Terra Sanctum Spring left—this was exactly what the Black Vatican wanted most.

At this moment, Li Xingze had no idea the Black Vatican had already set their sights on him.

"Terra Sanctum Spring..."

Mo Fan's expression turned serious. Back then, Bai Yang had tried to take the Terra Sanctum Spring from him.

"Mo Fan, if you spread word about the Terra Sanctum Spring, the Black Vatican's mole will naturally show their hand." Pausing for a moment, Li Xingze continued, "I'll leave this Shadow Demon Beast to you as well. Use it to lure them into the trap."

Xu Zhaoting frowned, a hint of worry in his voice. "Isn't that too risky? What if Mo Fan runs into danger?"

"Relax, I've already arranged for a High-level Magister to back Mo Fan up from the shadows," Li Xingze said calmly.

"A High-level Magister?!"

Mo Fan stared blankly at Li Xingze. You're an Intermediate-Level Mage, and you can get a High-level Magister to help?

No, wait—there actually was one. The Ice Emperor Hai Bo Dong, who'd been making waves in Magic City lately!

"You're not thinking of asking your cousin to step in, are you?" Mo Fan asked.

Li Xingze shook his head. Hai Bo Dong had already advanced to Super-Order Mage; there was no way he'd bother him with something this trivial.

"It's one of my cousin's subordinates. Triple-system High-level, with fire as his main focus."

"Damn, I thought we were all just nobodies, but old Li here has already hit the big time."

Mo Fan wore a pained, conflicted expression—both afraid his brother would suffer, and afraid his brother would drive a luxury car.

Li Xingze rolled his eyes and said flatly, "If you want to join the Ice Emperor Hunter Group, I'd be happy to put in a good word for you. I guarantee you'll get top-tier treatment."

"Forget it."

Mo Fan gave an awkward chuckle. He had no interest in working for someone else.

Once he could craft Undead Vessels, why would he bother hunting demons for a living?

Mo Fan refused without hesitation, but Xu Zhaoting actually looked interested. With no outstanding family background or exceptional talent, joining a hunter group was a solid choice for him.