A Casual Remark

"Lingling, got any jobs lately?"

Bai Mo walked into Qingtian Hunter's Association, first pouring himself a cup of tea with practiced ease before asking offhandedly.

"Didn't you say you weren't short on money lately, didn't want to take any jobs, and couldn't be bothered no matter how much wealth was offered?"

Lingling, who had already come back from school, was reading a very thin book. Hearing him, she raised her eyes and gave him a sideways glance. "Besides, aren't you supposed to be competing?"

"Oh, I was just asking. And I was just saying that too. If there's a job worth over a million, I can still take it!"

"Tsk, tsk." Lingling clicked her tongue twice, her meaning unclear. "I remember there used to be a young master from the Bai Family in Qingyuan District who said he rejected rat-race pressure and wanted to lie flat. And this is it? One million buys you?"

A mocking smile spread across Lingling's face.

"Who? Why don't I know about this?!" Seeing Lingling stare steadily at him, Bai Mo spread his hands. "When did I ever say that? I only said I wanted to enjoy life. I have plenty of time every day now to eat, drink, and have fun. Isn't that enjoying life? You all heard wrong."

"As for one million, well, that's not a small amount either. It's a whole quarter's living expenses for me." After joking, Bai Mo said with a bit of worry, "Little Wind Spirit will wake up in another two months. For that little one to grow, it'll need to consume Wind Soul Seeds. Although it has guardians worrying about it in the Dimensional Plane, I can't just show nothing either."

"You're right. Even the most ordinary Wind Soul Seed costs around eighteen million."

Information about Wind Spirits that Lingling had found over these days, along with what Bai Mo had told her about them, immediately flowed through her mind. She smiled.

"For a Wind Spirit to go from Infant Stage to maturity, there's no avoiding one Soul Seed every two months. But although it isn't your Contracted Beast, not being one has its benefits too, namely that someone else will raise it in the early stages. Still, you're bound to bleed a little for it."

"There are plenty of jobs worth over a million, but we can't take them."

"Fine." Bai Mo lowered his head, bit the straw, and took a sip of cola. Knowing that if he kept asking, the conversation would turn to his lack of strength, he changed the subject. "Where's your sister? I haven't seen her much lately."

Hearing that, Lingling answered without even raising her head.

"She's tracing the origin of the demon essence blood found on the Blue Robe Deacon of the Black Vatican that you picked off by luck."

Bai Mo paused.

"You don't need to describe how I killed that Blue Robe in such detail."

"I was already being very concise."

Not wanting to dwell on this topic, Bai Mo said, "Did she find anything?"

"Don't know."

"All right." Bai Mo remembered that this might be a Judge's secret, something she could not talk about. So he shrugged and sat for a while longer.

Only after supervising Lingling as she finished her homework did he rub his waist, sore from being pinched, and walk out of Qingtian Hunter's Association.

How could such a little girl be so ruthless? Was that a place you were supposed to pinch?

If he had known, he would not have had a sudden lapse in judgment and thought of supervising her homework. It was not like he had any friendship with her teacher.

Fortunately, he was already an Intermediate Level Mage, and his constitution was different from ordinary people's.

However, Lingling really had no interest in going to school. She only wanted to be a Hunter and follow in her father's footsteps.

He shook his head. Having a goal was not a bad thing. So many people drifted through life muddleheaded, without goals, like rain falling from the sky—wherever the wind blew, that was where they fell.

Including his current self, more or less. It seemed like he had a goal, and also like he did not. But in his case, this should be called letting nature take its course!

Thinking about this and that, Bai Mo went home.

Lying on his own soft and comfortable sofa, he looked at the question Mu Nujiao had sent on the chat app.

Mu Nujiao: We're going out into the wilderness for training. Do you know any good places to practice real combat?

Only then did Bai Mo suddenly realize that it had already been almost a year since his last wilderness training.

But replying was the priority now.

Bai Mo: Sifang Doyaoguan

Bai Mo: How about I take you there tomorrow?

Mu Nujiao: Sure

Just as he put down his phone, he remembered that he had forgotten to ask what the rewards were for the top few in their year.

Then he changed his mind. He could ask tomorrow when they went to the Doyaoguan together.

That afternoon, he had spent two hours eating through three streets, yet he had not encountered any food that made him feel it was delicious enough to stir his mind and emotions.

Clearly, the method Ding Yumian had shared with him—using eating, drinking, and playing to train his spirit—was sometimes rather difficult to trigger.

Unfortunately, he had tried it, and the emotional fluctuations caused by scrolling short videos had no effect.

He returned to his room, did his daily roaming through the Dimensional Plane, then his daily meditation.

Neither of these could be neglected.

"Knock, knock!"

The sound of PP rang out. He took a look and saw that it was sent by homeroom teacher Su Ning in the team group.

The results of today's qualifiers were already out. A total of 108 teams had advanced.

Clearly, Modu's high school education was still decent. Facing demons of the same level, most Mages could defeat them through cooperation.

Of all the high schools in Qingyuan District, only two had failed to advance.

So, if they ignored the empty slot, their opponents would have to fight three matches.

This competition had no option to forfeit, so there was no such thing as winning without a fight.

Whether the result was already decided or not, the members of each school's team were destined to compete once.

Three days were not enough for Zhilan Team's strength to make any major breakthrough. Standing in the Arena of the battle hall, Bai Mo and the other three welcomed their opponents: Changkong Team.

Because the competition rules stipulated that each team could have at most five members, the standard formation for a Hunter team, each school generally fielded a five-person team as well.

But Bai Mo's side only had four people, so the opposing side could only send out four too.

Both sides gave their names, and after the referee called for the match to begin—

Bai Mo said from the back, "Have fun, you guys."

Then, calm as could be, he took a little folding stool out of his storage space, pulled out a bag of melon seeds, and became a front-row VVVVIP spectator.

"Damn it!" The four people opposite were clearly stunned for a moment, and all cursed inwardly.

Zhou Tianyuan and the other two also twitched, sighing to themselves: He really got to show off again.

Then Lightning Light lit up first in Mei Qian's hand. A bolt of wild lightning carrying vicious force bloomed with violent fury and struck toward the opposing captain.

Though that captain felt Bai Mo was being a little insulting, he did not panic in the face of the incoming wild lightning, nor was he discouraged by the vast gap in strength.

He simply treated it as an exchange match, and so he was the first to finish drawing his magic.

Brown radiance flowed from his palms as he pressed both hands to the ground.

"Earth Wave—Shift!"

Just as the whip of lightning was about to lash his body, he stepped onto a surging wave of earth from the ground at the last possible instant and dodged the lightning strike.

"Try ours!" shouted a round-faced boy standing in the corner. A heavy whiteness gathered in his hands—that was frost!

Though he was indignant at Bai Mo's behavior, in the end, he still did not want to provoke that guy. He completed the final connection of his Star Orbit.

"Ice Tendrils—Condense!"

The moment the name of the magic was chanted, the temperature of the entire Arena dropped sharply. September, which had still been somewhat hot, immediately turned cool.

Bai Mo narrowed his eyes. This Ice Magic was quite practiced.

At some unknown point, frost was already dancing through the air. A white veil of ice descended, and before long, this Arena would become ice's domain.

And the three of them would also turn into ice sculptures upon this icy ground.

However, Zhou Tianyuan and Zhao Qingying were not panicked. At some unknown point, flames had already ignited in Mei Qian's eyes.

Her second element was precisely fire!

Three Water Barriers covered the three of them like silk, blocking the drifting ice and snow falling onto them, allowing them to still move freely.

"Fire Seed!"

A Scarlet Red star line drew itself beside Mei Qian, accompanied by the chanting of the magic suffix.

"Scorch!"

A dazzling ball of fire appeared in Mei Qian's right palm.

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