Full-Time Magister: The Calamity of Fire, the Emperor's Flame Burns the Heavens

Chapter 16 Mu He's Attention, Hua Yu Being Followed!

"I feel like I can't tell if this is reality or an illusion. That scene was so real," Lin Yuan said, his voice trembling.

Hua Yu could also sense Lin Yuan's deep fear.

"The illusion I create is based on your deepest fears."

"Although that matter is deeply hidden in your heart, it will eventually be discovered and amplify your fears."

"I don't know what happened to you in the illusion, but now that you're back in reality, if you don't want your deepest fears to come true..."

"Then please improve your strength and use it to protect us."

Hua Yu patted Lin Yuan on the shoulder, downed his drink in one gulp, and then left, leaving Lin Yuan alone to watch the sunrise over the horizon.

Hua Yu could sense that Lin Yuan's magical cultivation was already very close to the advanced level. If he could figure this out, it might help him break through to the advanced level.

This can be considered a way of helping others achieve their goals, but it depends on how deep Lin Yuan's conviction is.

Hua Yu returned to his room, feeling quite exhausted after a night of fighting.

Lin Yuan, standing on the north city wall, lit a cigarette and looked at the cratered ground in the distance, scarred by the battle.

After extinguishing his cigarette, Lin Yuan took out his military rank badge and walked down the city wall. He had come to a decision: instead of wasting his time here, he should use the military merits he had worked so hard to earn to exchange for resources that could help him break through to a higher level.

Just as everything returned to calm during the day, in a secluded underground dwelling in the ancient capital, a middle-aged man sat in a chair, while standing before him was a group of people dressed in black and gray robes.
"Lord Hujin, this is the video of last night's undead riot. Please take a look." A man dressed in black robes stepped forward, holding a tablet in his hand.

On the tablet was a video of the high-ranking mages hunting down commanders during last night's undead riot.

Hu Jin, the Grand Steward, also known as Mu He, clicked the video play button and watched it carefully.

For future plans, he needed to know the military strength of the ancient capital, and high-level mages were the core force of the ancient capital's military region.

As the video played, Hua Yu made a grand entrance, single-handedly slaughtering two commander-level undead. The strength Hua Yu displayed was not something that only a high-level mage could possess.

"Stop, rewind to when that person appeared, I want to watch it again!" Mu He said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" the black-clad cultist replied respectfully, then rewound the video as instructed by Mu He.

The more Mu He looked, the more gloomy his face became.

"When did such a mage arrive at the Ancient Capital Military Region? Why haven't I received any news about him?"

"Is this how you steal information from the military region?" Mu He slammed the vase on the table to the ground and angrily shouted at the people in front of him.

“Lord Hujin, we thought he was just a young upstart and no threat to our plans, so we overlooked him,” a black-clad cultist said cautiously.

Mu He nodded, walked expressionlessly to the man in black, and took out a bottle of medicine from somewhere.

"Lord Hujin, please spare me! I promise this will never happen again!" The black-clad steward said in terror when he saw the potion in Mu He's hand.

As a member who had joined the Black Vatican early on, he naturally knew how potent the potion in Muhe's possession was.

"Hmph." Mu He snorted coldly.

Then, ignoring the black-clad cultist, he grabbed him by the neck, poured an entire bottle of potion on his face, and then released his grip.

The potion hissed and even emitted white smoke from the black-clad cultist's face. "Aaaaaah!" the cultist screamed, clutching his face in agony.

All the black-clad believers and gray-clad priests held their breath, not daring to make a sound, for fear of provoking the already enraged Muhe.

"I will report this to Lord Salang. If anyone dares to make this mistake again, then the Black Beast Demon will suffer the same fate," Mu He said coldly.

He then stood up and left the stronghold. He now needed to go and explain Hua Yu's situation to Lord Salang.

For the sake of their grand plan, no accidents can be allowed to happen.

"Lord Salang, that's how it is. Do you think we should get rid of this brat?" Mu He knelt on the ground, looking at Salang with obsequiousness.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound rang out in the room, and Mu He was seen being slapped to the ground. Salang watched Mu He's miserable state with a cold expression.

"You brainless idiot! Don't you even know where he's from or what his last name is!"

“If something happens to him here, that guy in the Southern Military Region will probably go completely insane. Do you want my plan to fall apart?” Salang’s eyes were filled with coldness.

Mu He lowered his head and dared not speak. The more arrogant he had been in front of that group of men in black and gray before, the more humble he was now.

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In the afternoon, Hua Yu woke up from his sleep and looked at the somewhat gloomy sky outside the window. He then went out of his room.

"Having come to this ancient capital, I don't think I've yet explored this historic city." Hua Yu looked at this ancient capital, brimming with rich history, and became somewhat interested.

As Hua Yu walked along the pedestrian street, the charm of the ancient capital gradually permeated his senses.

The bluestone path underfoot has been worn smooth by time, and every step seems to echo the past.

Along the streets, old buildings with gray bricks and black tiles are scattered in an orderly fashion. Faded red lanterns hang under the upturned eaves. A gentle breeze blows, and the red lanterns sway slowly, as if whispering stories from ancient times.

Pedestrians on the street chatted and laughed, and children's laughter echoed in the nearby alleys. The people of the ancient capital were not so afraid of the ghosts outside that they lost the joy of life.

Hua Yu unknowingly walked to a street that seemed to have been built not long ago, which was somewhat out of place in this ancient city.

Hua Yu looked at the street sign next to him: "Bocheng Street"

"Is this Bocheng Street?" Hua Yu walked in.

In the original novel, Mu Bai used the Mu family's assets to buy a street in the ancient capital and provided it to people from Bo City to run, in order to improve their lives.

It must be said that although Mu Bai was somewhat unlikable at the beginning, after experiencing the Bo City bloodbath, he put away his former sharpness and changed a lot.

Mu Bai is one of Hua Yu's favorite characters from the original work.

On one street, some shops had clearly just opened, with red banners displayed in front of them after the grand opening ceremony.

As Hua Yu delved deeper into the area, his brows furrowed.

“Someone has been following me!” A cold glint flashed in Hua Yu’s eyes.

(End of this chapter)