Full-Time Mage: Starting From Obtaining the White Tiger Pendant

Lu Jun ignored everything else and asked coldly, "What is your identity?"

Bai Yang's face twisted, his entire body trembling. Lu Jun frowned, sensing that the dreamscape he had constructed was being battered by another force, teetering on the verge of collapse—likely the Black Vatican's mind-washing Mind Element power at work.

Fortunately, Bai Yang was merely an Elementary Mage; this ideological stamp wasn't all that strong and couldn't withstand Lu Jun's dual-system control.

Finally, the other party spat out the truth: "I... I am Bai Yang, a Black Robe Cultist under the Tiger Jin Grand Deacon of the Black Vatican, embedded in the Bo City military."

The moment those words fell, Captain Liang was stunned. He had lost count of how many times his worldview had been rebuilt today.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Having extracted what he wanted, Lu Jun released his hold. Bai Yang collapsed to the ground with a thud, his face full of terror, gasping for air, and grinding his teeth as he said, "You!"

He tried to channel his Elementary Star Dust to cast a spell, but the moment he used it, a pair of blood-red eyes surfaced before him, his heart seized up, interrupting the star link, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.

Then Bai Yang clutched his chest with both hands, gripping tightly, rolling around on the ground, writhing in agony.

It was Curse—the Fearful Haze.

Lu Jun smiled faintly. The Mind Element and Curse Element truly were excellent tools against the Black Vatican.

"Ghost Wolf Beast, go kill him."

Bai Yang couldn't cast spells to empower his summoned beast, but that didn't matter—he could still command the demonic creature to fight. A mere Intermediate Mage was nothing; a single Servant-level Demonic Beast closing in would be enough to kill him.

But no matter how loudly Bai Yang shouted, there was no movement. He turned his head and was horrified to find the Ghost Wolf Beast, before that man, docilely lowering its head, being stroked.

Eerie... mysterious...

Witnessing This Scene, Bai Yang fell into despair. There was nothing more helpless than having a Summoning System mage's pet betray him on the spot.

Lu Jun's gaze was pale and indifferent as he gently patted the Ghost Wolf Beast and said, "Go back."

Soon, the giant wolf, standing two meters at the shoulder, vanished, returning to the Summoning Plane.

The Dimensional Summon of the Summoning System's Primary level could only keep a summoned creature in this plane for a while; once the Star Dust energy was depleted, it had to return. Only the Intermediate-level Contract Summoning could keep a beast permanently—that was a contracted lifebound monster.

Bai Yang sat there, utterly dejected, all hope extinguished.

Mo Fan watched all this, somewhat dazed. First there was the Spirit Seed, then the Curse Element—he couldn't make heads or tails of it. His mind was blank, ever since the Earth Sacred Spring had been pulled up.

Captain Liang let out a breath, his expression complicated. "I never expected so many high-level officials in Bo City to be rotten. What do we do with the Earth Sacred Spring now? I feel like no one is safe to hand it over to."

Hearing this, Mo Fan narrowed his eyes, an idea forming. At the same time, a sense of urgency rose in his heart. If Lu Jun hadn't gone on a killing spree right in front of him, he wouldn't have had this thought.

The Disaster of Bo City had made him a mere spectator; he simply didn't have the strength to turn things around. He dared not imagine what would have happened without the efforts of high-level combatants like Lu Jun—Bo City might have been bathed in blood.

His younger sister Xin Xia, his father Mo Jiaxing, even he himself could have died.

"I say," Mo Fan spoke up boldly. "How about letting me absorb it?"

"Huh?" Captain Liang was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like." Mo Fan grit his teeth. "This thing has the Black Vatican's eyes on it. Even if we hand it over to higher-ups, it might still get stolen without anyone noticing. Since the enemy wants it, we might as well destroy it."

"Besides, there's not much Warm Spring left anyway. Better to deal with a thief who's after it than to worry about it being stolen."

Hearing this, Captain Liang opened his mouth to speak, but his expression had long gone numb. These two high schoolers were each more outrageous than the last.

Seeing Captain Liang wavering, Mo Fan quickly shot Lu Jun a look. Among the three of them, Lu Jun had the most say with his combat strength. How the Earth Sacred Spring was distributed was up to him. Mo Fan could only pray that his buddy would come through.

Lu Jun understood. After a moment's thought, he said a fair word: "That's the truth. Most importantly, Mo Fan was supposed to soak in the Earth Sacred Spring in the first place, but this situation interrupted him. I think letting him absorb it is fine."

"Woo-hoo!" Mo Fan was so excited he blurted out, "Old Lu, no! Dad! You're my dad!"

Captain Liang was speechless, watching the two of them. Embezzling right under his nose... After a moment's consideration, he tacitly acquiesced.

Mo Fan sat down cross-legged on the spot, turning his back to the others. He secretly fed a small vial of Earth Sacred Spring to the Little Loach Pendant and began using the surge of Warm Spring to break through the Intermediate barriers of his Fire and Lightning systems.

And so, though the process differed, the outcome converged.

Lu Jun had his own considerations. Setting aside the utilitarian goal of letting Mo Fan grow stronger, absorbing the Earth Sacred Spring would draw the attention of the Black Vatican and other factions, making him a target. Moreover, in the coming great calamity, without the Azure Dragon Totem's revival, victory would be impossible.

Besides, he smiled faintly. He wasn't working for free. Bo City had been largely preserved, the losses weren't that severe. Afterward, wouldn't the various factions have to show some gratitude?

He didn't ask for much—twenty or thirty million should be enough, right?

On the side, Lu Jun secretly skimmed off a single drop of Earth Sacred Spring, planning ahead for the ancient capital.

On the building, Mo Fan was in seclusion, refining the energy. Lu Jun also sat cross-legged, seizing the time to recover the magic energy in his two Nebulae. Outside the city, the demonic beast horde was still there—the battle wasn't over!

Chapter 45: The Great Wolf Pack Battle

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Atop the Yin Mao Building, no one knew how much time had passed. Mo Fan's body was wreathed in lightning and fire, light soaring into the sky, purple and red illuminating half the heavens. A pair of pupils reflected thunderclouds and crimson haze respectively.

Breakthrough—dual Intermediate Level One!

Lu Jun was envious. He mused that his White Tiger Pendant probably still held remnants of Totem Power. After graduating from university and traveling the world, it would be time to search for clues.

"Hahaha, your boy Mo Fan is just too impressive! Dual Intermediate! Old Lu, I think I'm not far behind you now."

Mo Fan checked his cultivation. The wind had stopped, the rain had ceased, and he felt invincible again.

Beside him, Lu Jun had already recovered most of his magic energy and poured cold water on him: "Come on, you haven't even mastered controlling your star links yet. Wait a year before you can release Intermediate magic, Mo Fan."

Hearing this, Mo Fan's face fell. Since he had no connection with Tang Yue, he didn't have a Star Chart Scroll or any such auxiliary casting tool. Having broken through to Intermediate, for now he could only release Primary magic, at most lasting a bit longer.

Lu Jun turned to the two and instructed, "Captain Liang, you and Mo Fan return to the safe zone and clean up any remaining Black Vatican members along the way. I'll head to the Border Battlefield first."

Neither of them refused, especially Mo Fan, who was eager to return home after everything that had happened, wanting to see if Xin Xia and his father were alright.

"By the way, one more thing." He glanced at Bai Yang, who was paralyzed on the ground, and said, "Take this guy back and lock him up. Interrogate him for some intel."

He felt a bit of regret inside—only Bai Yang had shown up, while Yu Ang hadn't dared to come. Still, with Bai Yang in custody, people like Mu He might be unsettled, and most of the lower ranks would likely be exposed. The temple may escape, but the monk won't.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Then Lu Jun summoned a Vibranium Heavy Sword. As he connected the star particles in his mind without revealing the star pattern, a trembling sound rang out. The Dark Gold Longsword floating around him suddenly expanded ninefold in the wind, reaching a full twelve meters.

He lightly tapped his toes, his figure half-floating as he stepped onto the massive black sword. It was steady, square, and almost as stable as the ground itself.

The next moment, with a 'whoosh,' Lu Jun flew on his sword, piercing through the sky. A streak of platinum sword-light vanished into the vast, rainy night, stirring up a violent surge of air.

All that remained was a leisurely, drawn-out chant: "A youth bears his sword lightly, roaming heaven and earth freely. A lifetime of swift delight, a wild brush writing spring and autumn!"

Seeing this, Captain Liang and Mo Fan were dumbfounded. Even after all the shocks they'd endured today, this scene still hit them hard, and they couldn't help but exchange glances.

Captain Liang muttered to himself, "I feel like Lu Jun isn't from the same world as us."

Mo Fan's face darkened beside him. He'd taken a huge mouthful of that oppressive aura and cursed under his breath, but he couldn't stop the envy in his heart. "Old Lu, even when he leaves, he's still showing off."

He made up his mind right then—he would find a magic tool that could let him fly on a sword in the future!

Meanwhile, in the safe zone, people holding up their phones to take pictures were all exclaiming in excitement. Normally, whether it was mages or Black Vatican members, they were far removed from ordinary folks.

Now, they could witness this scene in its entirety and even capture it on video—from Lu Jun flying on his sword to slay demons, the massive waterfall flooding several streets, to the sword flying off into the distance and the Black Vatican being slaughtered.

Though they couldn't make out the specific figure clearly, this footage was still incredibly precious.

Many people excitedly posted on their social circles, or on platforms like Zhihu, Xiaohongshu, or Douyin. News from Bo City spread quickly, and blurry images of Lu Jun descending like a god, taking on two hundred Black Beast Demons alone, sparked widespread discussion.

"Red alert! Official mages fighting evil, united as one! [Cheer] [Cheer]!"

"Just got here, in Bo City, just entered the safe zone. Asking what to do when you encounter a blood disaster?"

"Wow, the blood disaster in Bo City! That little bro is so handsome, gives such a sense of security. Don't ask why it's a little bro—sisters, does anyone know how to contact him?"

Of course, this was still brewing. On the other side, Lu Jun had no idea. He was flying on his sword, experiencing it for the first time, feeling a great sense of freedom and unrestrained joy, and couldn't help reciting a little impromptu poem.

Midair, he looked down at the rapidly retreating scenery, blurring into streaks. The stormy wind and rain whipped back, his windbreaker fluttering, giving him a wild and untamed air.

Lu Jun's experience was so-so. The fierce wind and rain battering his face would have cut his skin if not for the Water Shield. Luckily, the wall-sized heavy sword kept him from being blown off.

The speed was decent, just below the High-level Wind Magic [Wind Wings].

Before long, Lu Jun spotted the battlefield from afar. A tide of One-Eyed Wolves surged toward the outpost, covering the mountains and fields in a layer of dark green-black flood.

Both sides were already locked in bloody combat, eyes red with killing intent.

A thousand Military Mages formed the backbone, lined up at the front, unleashing Primary Magic in unison. Brilliant flames and frost rotated in volleys, each round taking down many demonic beasts, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Civilian Mages and hunters flanked from both sides, harassing and tying up the enemy. On one hand, their discipline was low, and gathering at the front might lead to retreat under pressure; on the other, many experts were mixed in, allowing them to perform better.

On both sides of the wilderness, clusters of dazzling, colorful light exploded. Whenever the demonic beasts got close, countless earth waves attached to the ground pushed them back miles.

But among them, over a hundred General-level beasts weren't too affected, almost reaching the front battle formation.

Official and civilian Intermediate Mages stepped in one after another, trying to hold the line.

"Where's my elder sister?"

Lu Jun flew high above on his sword, looking down. He wasn't worried about Lu Mei's safety—with her Wind and Earth dual-element Intermediate Level 3, her survival ability was maxed out.

Unless the Commander-level Winged Azure Wolf personally attacked, there was no way she'd be in danger.

That terrifying, massive Winged Azure Wolf was at the sky's edge. In the stormy night, Lu Jun's sharp eyes caught a man with Wind Wings grappling with a giant beast the size of a tens-of-meters mountain.

He didn't dare get close and instead turned toward the battlefield below. His Mind Magic sensed through the chaos, and he spotted his elder sister at a glance.

A Three-Eyed Magic Wolf, standing ten meters tall, let out a low growl and took heavy strides. Its momentum was overwhelming, like a super-heavy truck, charging at high speed toward a formation of over a dozen mages.

Just as it was about to tear through several of them, a thick, earthy yellow glow suddenly surged in the area, as Earth Element magic energy converged.

Level 3 [Rock Barrier Mountains]!

In an instant, layers of earth waves rolled up, and mountain-like walls rose, reaching fifteen meters high. Even the General-level Magic Wolf couldn't leap over that distance in time.

Boom!

A deafening crash rang out as the massive wolf slammed into the cliff that had appeared out of nowhere. Its entire body rebounded, while the Rock Barrier remained unscathed.

And it didn't stop there. Rumble, rumble, rumble—barriers rose from all directions, like a mountain range closing in, trapping the beast. Even the towering General-level Magic Wolf was squeezed into a tight corner.

In the distance, a cold, elegant, tall female mage pressed her hands to the ground and slowly stood up.

Half a year had passed, and Lu Mei had improved too. Her Rock Element was at Intermediate Level 3, far stronger than the Level 1 Craggy Rock. Even without a Spirit Seed, she could resist ordinary General-level demonic beasts.

Chapter 46: Metal Element Elementary Level 4!

Midair, Lu Jun saw the continuous stone walls lock down that Magic Wolf and immediately recognized a good opportunity.

Buzz buzz buzz! He decisively steered the mountain-screen-sized flying sword into a dive, like a fighter jet charging on a suicide run. The dark metal heavy sword radiated a sense of steel power, embodying the ultimate in violent aesthetics.

The sword tip pierced the air, stirring up a violent surge of air, friction causing it to glow and heat up.

A sharp screech rang out across the battlefield, audible to every mage standing in the area. A gust of wind swept over their scalps, and they looked up in horror, thinking some flying demon had ambushed them.

The Platinum Giant Shadow tore through the night sky, moving too fast to track, as if the Silver Dome Lord, the overlord of South Ridge, had arrived in person with an Imposing Aura. By the time anyone saw it, it was too late.

The sword descended from the heavens!

Boom!

A twelve-meter-long greatsword plummeted, driving straight into the Bone-Spike Ferocious Wolf pinned between overlapping boulders. A violent roar tore through the sky, the earth trembled, countless rocks flew, and dust billowed.

Everyone instinctively crouched low, crossing their hands in front of them to block the flying sand and stones. Before their eyes was a blur of yellow haze.

Tang Yue was forced out of her Shadow Escape, standing atop a plant-covered ancient tree as she looked towards the scene, muttering to herself, "Who could it be?"

Not long after, as the rain washed away some of the smoke, dozens of mages finally saw what lay before them and were left speechless.

A giant sword, as tall as a three-story building, stood upright, piercing straight through the magic wolf's spine from its back to its belly. The vertebrae had snapped on the spot from the sheer impact, white bone jutted out, entrails and flesh splattered everywhere, and the entire body was reduced to a bloody pulp.

A young figure stood on the hilt of the Jet Black Giant Blade above, lofty and aloof, his windbreaker flapping in the wind. Sand, dust, wind, and rain swirled around him, while beneath the sword lay the wolf corpse amid scattered rocks, blood flowing freely, and cracks covering the ground.

This scene made everyone hold their breath, bringing an overwhelming shock.

"I'm not too late, am I!"

A clear voice rang out from the mist, snapping the Demon Hunters back to reality—they were still on the battlefield. But the nearby Servant-level One-Eyed Magic Wolves had already been temporarily scared off.

Tang Yue's shadow arrived at the base of the giant sword, her slender figure materializing as she looked up at Lu Jun, her eyes complex. "You're here... Did you deal with the Black Vatican in the city?"

At that moment, Lu Jun leaped down from over ten meters high. With Water Shield protecting him, the impact of the fall was easily neutralized, leaving him unharmed. He waved his hand, and the giant sword behind him trembled, slowly pulling free from the wolf's body, shrinking into a normal-sized Vibranium Heavy Sword that landed in his hand.

Lu Jun spoke in the calmest tone, delivering the bloody truth: "Killed them all."