Full-Time Magister: One System, One Forbidden Spell, the Strongest Divine Gift

Chapter 54 Turbulent Times, News of Pang Lai
"Why didn't you give us a heads-up before you arrived?" Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow and smiled, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Even in the capital, he would occasionally hear rumors about Chen Yuan from Shanghai.

"What's there to announce?" Chen Yuan placed his teacup on the table, the porcelain clinking against the sandalwood. "It's just bringing a small team to the Imperial Capital Academy for another raid."

His lips curled slightly, but a sharp edge was hidden in his eyes.

The two leaned closer and began to talk in hushed tones.

Chen Yuan didn't know many people in the capital, especially among his peers. Jiang Yu was the only one he could get along with.

"By the way, Senior Pang Lai has been researching for a year now, has there been any progress?"

Chen Yuan put down his teacup and asked casually.

Jiang Yu's eyes lit up upon hearing this:
"Your teacher has really gone to great lengths for you. Last month, he even flew to Europe and held a week-long seminar with the summoning masters there."

You're really lucky with the ladies!

He couldn't help but smack his lips as he spoke, his tone full of envy:
"You're really lucky, kid. You're about to get another powerful summoned beast."

Sometimes I even wonder, who is really the teacher's direct disciple?

Jiang Yu scratched his head and complained half-jokingly:

"I've been by my teacher's side for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen him so attentive."

Last time, to find a suitable contracted beast for you, your teacher even brought out his treasured Star Compass.

Chen Yuan chuckled softly upon hearing this, his fingertips gently tracing the rim of the teacup:
Have you ever heard the saying, "Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown"?

He looked up at Jiang Yu, his gaze suddenly becoming profound.

There is no such thing as a free gift in this world. The easier something seems to be obtained, the more expensive the price you often have to pay.

This is indeed true.

As Chen Yuan's strength improves day by day, the burden on his shoulders will inevitably become heavier and heavier; this is an inescapable fate.

Especially in this era where magic and demons coexist.

Outside, demons are eyeing them covetously; inside, humans are scheming and fighting amongst themselves.

From ordinary mages at the lowest level to powerful aristocratic families, almost everyone is scheming for their own gain.

When disaster strikes, they only care about saving their own lives; when faced with profit, they want to keep all the benefits for themselves, leaving nothing behind.

"Haha, don't take it seriously, I was just saying it casually."

Jiang Yu waved his hand, his smile carrying a hint of teasing.

Chen Yuan has reached this level of success entirely through his own efforts.

When the teacher first noticed him, he was already a high-level mage.

When someone offers help in times of need, they are nowhere to be seen; why bother joining in the fun when things are already going well?

"After you finish teaching this batch of students, you can stay in the capital and wait for your teacher. It will probably be another month or two before the teacher comes back."

Jiang Yu organized the documents in his hands and said without looking up.

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the sycamore leaves drifting outside the window.

In front of Dean Songhe's office in the administration building of the Imperial University.

After catching up with Jiang Yu, Teacher Lu Yiming led Chen Yuan through the long corridor.

The dust has barely settled from the exchange competition when the joint training program for exchange students from the two schools is about to begin.

Push open the carved wooden door to the office.

I ran right into that familiar face, Dean Songhe.

The seemingly kind-faced senior gentleman was holding a teacup, smiling as he looked over. "Professor Chen Yuan, what's written on my face? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Dean Songhe held his teacup, looked up at him with a smile, and a hint of cunning was hidden in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"Of course not."

Chen Yuan chuckled and shook his head, but his gaze lingered on the dean for a few more moments.

This seemingly kind and gentle old man actually did things that were more and more outrageous than the last. Chen Yuan could only be thankful that he wasn't from the Imperial Capital Academy.

Otherwise, he would probably be killed by the Mu family, if not by Dean Songhe.
Anyone who dares to venture into the capital without any connections is truly ignorant and arrogant.

Then, just as in the original text, Dean Songhe slowly announced the destination of this training: Jinlin Wasteland City.

"Jinlin Huangcheng?"

Chen Yuan frowned, tapping his knuckles lightly on the table. "That godforsaken place that disappeared from the map more than a decade ago?"

He looked up and stared directly at Song He, a cold glint in his eyes. "If anything happens to any of my students..."

Before he finished speaking, the threat was already clear.

Chen Yuan is no longer the newcomer who had to be mindful of others' feelings.

In this era where forbidden spellcasters live in seclusion, ordinary high-level cultivators don't even have the right to fight back.

"So, what does Professor Chen Yuan plan to do?"

Dean Songhe was not angry at all. Instead, he stroked his beard with great interest, his eyes sparkling with appreciation.

The fact that he could still laugh in the face of such a threat was not because he was truly unafraid of death, but because every university would be eager to have a mentor like Chen Yuan who was both protective of his students and had great abilities.

After all, a truly good teacher is one who dares to challenge the dean for the safety of their students.

"As the teacher in charge, ensuring their safety is naturally my responsibility."

Chen Yuan spoke calmly.

A glint flashed in Dean Songhe's eyes, as if he had guessed something, and he leaned forward slightly: "You mean..."

“I will personally accompany the team,” Chen Yuan said directly.

Songhe was taken aback at first, then clapped his hands and laughed, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out:
"Haha, great! Of course, no problem!"

There was a hint of slyness in that laughter, a sense of "just what I wanted."

After receiving permission, Chen Yuan turned and left without even bothering to say a word of politeness.

Watching the figure disappear outside the door, Songhe's smile gradually faded.

He stroked the rim of the teacup, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"These young people nowadays," Dean Songhe shook his head and sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice, "Do they really think they can run rampant in this cannibalistic world just because they have some cultivation level?"

It's good that a newborn calf isn't afraid of a tiger; after all, everyone has that experience when they're young. But if they can't even tell the difference between heaven and earth...
That would be rather foolish.

Dean Songhe gazed at the floating clouds outside the window, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

No sooner had Chen Yuan left than the wooden door to the office was pushed open again.

A middle-aged man in a crisp military uniform strode in, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips. Through the swirling gray smoke, the distinctive scar on his left cheek was faintly visible.

If Chen Yuan were there, he would definitely recognize this person.

That was Lu Nian.

Lu Nian came here specifically for Mo Fan, who possesses two innate elements.

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