The Strongest Magician of Gods

It turns out that the original owner was controlled by a certain force since childhood. He experienced all kinds of bloodshed in his childhood. After being raised by that force, he became even more ruthless. Many of the scenes in his mind were unbearable to look at. Those who heard them lived, and those who resisted died. It was extremely cruel.

Mo Bei's expression was strange. He was not frightened by the battle just now. On the contrary, some things in his memory were much more tragic than what had just happened.

"With such a complicated identity, what should I do?!"

Mo Bei racked his brains, and the magic broom beneath him sped away, passing through buildings and under the crimson streetlights.

"A servant of the Blood Fiend Hall, or an assassin trained by the Blood Fiend Hall. The original owner had good talent and escaped the Valley of Killers, but unfortunately encountered man-eating wolves. Now he has been sent to Austin Magic Academy to lay the foundation for future missions. Speaking of which, his luck is not bad. It's just a pity that his character is a bit lacking. Well, if it were me, I probably wouldn't have done as well as him!"

Mo Bei stared blankly, trying to piece together the past experiences of this body. The clearer he understood, the more he realized how difficult it was to escape his current predicament.

"Fine, I'll go and beg someone. It would be best to test the waters and find out what's going on. My current predicament is inseparable from the original owner's background. If I want to get rid of it, I'm afraid the only way is to seek peace."

Mo Bei smiled slightly. Having gained this heart-wrenching memory for no reason, his thoughts became more mature. He felt no anger or complaint.

"Teacher Mo, where are we going? Aren't we going back to the academy?"

Yi Xue's delicate face came closer, and her clear voice broke Mo Bei's thoughts.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I have a little burden with me!"

Mo Bei slapped his forehead, adjusted his mindset, and smiled kindly at the little girl.

"Master Mo is going to see someone, so Xiaoxue will accompany me. We'll return to the academy later."

"Mmm," Yi Xue replied happily, revealing her white teeth.

Mo Bei, however, saw something deeper: this little girl seemed to have experienced quite a lot, or perhaps she was used to life in the magical world.

"That's good too, saves us the trouble of comforting you."

Mo Bei chuckled self-deprecatingly, then rode his broomstick at breakneck speed, flying through the clouds and soaring towards the mountain peaks that were faintly visible amidst the sea of ​​clouds.

The mountain is not high, but it is beautiful with clear water and lush mountains. On it stands a monastery, but there are no monks or nuns in the monastery, only a fat monk pretending to be a monk.

That's right, he was indeed a monk posing as a cultivator. The fat monk lived a leisurely life, pretending to be a cultivator to deceive passersby and earn some money for drinks. He did nothing bad, but he didn't do anything good either.

Aside from being a swindler and cheater, he had been quite good to his former master since childhood, so he could be considered half a master!

Mo Bei followed the direction of his memory and ran all the way. He had already organized his thoughts on the way here. Fortunately, his former master disliked this monk and had not been up the mountain for more than a year. So it didn’t matter whether he said more or less.

The air in front of the dilapidated monastery was thick with the smell of burning incense; the gates were tightly shut, and the place was desolate.

Mo Bei, riding a broom, stopped in front of the monastery, dismounted, and led Yi Xue forward.

"squeak"

Pushing open the gate, a courtyard came into view. Mo Bei walked straight ahead, his face slowly turning to disgust. This wasn't an act; he genuinely felt disgust.

The courtyard was filled with the aroma of wine. In the distance, a plump monk stood with a flushed face and a faint smile on his lips, looking extremely joyful.

"Just come back."

The fat monk burped, releasing a series of bursts of alcohol fumes. He took sips from the gourd he held every now and then, and judging from the splashing sounds, there was quite a bit of alcohol in it.

"Uh"

The fat monk was speechless. A green light flashed in his eyes, and he could see almost everything about Mo Bei's body in one glance.

"How did your magical abilities decline so drastically?"

The fat monk, still drunk, looked around and was suddenly startled. He snapped out of his hangover, jumped up from his chair, his eyes clear and his spirits refreshed, completely unlike his previous drunken state.

The fat monk moved so quickly that before Mo Bei could react, the fat monk was right next to his face.

"This monk really cares about me. His fleeting appearance just now was completely unlike his usual lazy demeanor. Perhaps for a moment, the fat monk even showed a hint of fear, but he quickly hid it."

Mo Bei sized up the fat monk, trying to guess what he was thinking. He didn't know what the fat monk was afraid of, but it was definitely related to his own body.

"What did you do to get yourself into this state? Look at the magic energy gathered in your magic source. It was only recently increased, and your meridians are severely blocked. Who did this?"

The fat monk calmly rebuked him; in Mo Bei's memory, the fat monk had never been so stern before. The terrifying aura emanating from him alone made it hard for Mo Bei to breathe, and the demonic clouds surged to their peak.

"There's no need to make a fuss. It's just a side effect of the clash between the physical body and magical constitution caused by the weakness of the body," Mo Bei pondered.

"Clashing constitutions".

The fat monk was astonished. He hadn't encountered a clash of constitutions in many years, and such a situation was unusual. However, he quickly retracted all his magical power back into his body.

He stepped forward, grasped Mo Bei's hand, placed two fingers on the veins of his arm, and his expression gradually calmed down.

"Be careful, your lightning element is on the verge of awakening. If you're not careful, your physical body will be destroyed by the power of lightning. But you're also lucky. You know about the problem with your physical body, yet you still don't know how to restrain yourself."

The fat monk was furious. Fire and thunder clashed, and the source of the illness was in the body, but the hidden danger would only appear during the battle of magic.

He was furious that Mo Bei, who knew the cause of the illness, still fought with someone. Fortunately, he was on a mission within the academy. If he had been sent elsewhere, even ten lives wouldn't have been enough for him.

"I came to find you for this reason. The lightning element has not yet fully awakened, so there should be a way to suppress it. Also... I don't want to work for the organization anymore."

Mo Bei continued to probe, hoping to learn how to save himself from the fat monk. Only after seeing the fat monk's concern for him earlier did he feel completely at ease and dare to ask the question after making up his mind.

At this moment, the silence was terrifying. The leaves fell without a sound. Yi Xue, who was standing to the side, was also terrified. She carefully took a few steps back, turned around, and walked out of the courtyard.

"It's not the right time yet. Let's talk about it after you advance to the level of a Grand Mage!"

After a long while, the fat monk finally replied, but the space remained silent.

"But with my current magical physique, it might be difficult for me to advance to the rank of Grand Mage!"

Finally, Mo Bei asked the question he most wanted answered: no matter what happens in the future, the first thing to do is to live. Only by living will there be time to solve these problems.

“Your physical body is not strong enough. Ordinary suppression methods will only limit your cultivation speed. If you want to completely solve this problem, you will have to advance to the level of a Grand Mage. You can cultivate diligently during this time. Once you reach a certain level, I will come to find you.” The fat monk frowned.

"Oh"

Mo Bei's eyes were filled with excitement, and although he sneered, he was secretly overjoyed.

The simple tone conveyed everything: there was a way to resolve his physical condition, and there was also a way to resolve his unwillingness to serve the Blood Fiend Palace. This was good news, but the bad news was that it would require him to advance to the level of a Grand Mage.

"Don't be reckless or aggressive. A cultivator spends their entire life pursuing the realm of a great mage. Some exceptionally talented individuals advance rapidly in their youth, but once they reach the realm of a high-level mage, things become extraordinary. Some people remain stuck at this level for their entire lives. But you are different. From the moment you were born, your destiny was already set," the fat monk continued.

"Oh, then what will my fate be!"

Mo Bei laughed angrily. It was this so-called fate that drove the original owner to his death. What a laughable fate.

"No need to ask any more questions. You will only be able to access all the mysteries once you advance to the level of a Grand Mage. All you need to know is that your birth carries the immense expectations of your parents."

The fat monk's stern words carried a cruel undertone.

At this moment, Mo Bei smelled a scarlet odor; his background and birth were shrouded in mystery.

"Who are my parents?"

Mo Bei asked again, this was the question he most wanted to know, and it was also the scene that haunted him the most in his memory.

The seemingly ordinary conversation sent a chill down Mo Bei's spine. He knew that the parents the fat monk spoke of were no ordinary people, and perhaps they held a shocking secret.

His mouth was dry as he waited patiently for the fat monk's answer, but there was no response for a long time.

This time, the fat monk remained silent, his eyes vacant as if he were reminiscing about that terrifying past, a scene he perhaps never wanted to recall.

"I don't know, but I do know that he doesn't belong to the human world. Perhaps they are vengeful spirits that crawled out from the bottom of purgatory, who knows?"

The fat monk described it solemnly, his expression seemingly genuine, yet his tone was utterly absurd.

"Just pretend I didn't ask!"

Mo Bei walked past the fat monk and said in a low voice. There was no need to ask anymore; he had already received the answers he needed. At this moment, he just wanted to get back to the academy as soon as possible. If he continued to speak, he might be exposed.

"Pattern"

Then, Mo Bei stepped out of the door, gave Yi Xue a look, and the two of them walked out of the courtyard together.

"Wow"

The magic broom carried the two through a dense forest, where tall, ancient trees stood majestically between heaven and earth.

"Sigh, never mind, I don't know how to answer him either. Maybe only he can find the answer himself! He's getting harder and harder to teach, it seems like I can't teach him anything anymore."

The fat monk watched Mo Bei fly into the forest, took a big gulp of wine, and muttered to himself.

On the way back to Austin Magic Academy, Mo Bei had already forgotten the conversation from earlier. His eyes kept glancing at Yi Xue behind him. In the short time they had spent together, the little girl's caution had touched him and aroused his curiosity.

Mo Bei was curious about the little girl's background, and countless thoughts urged him to question her.

But Mo Bei knew he couldn't do that. Once the truth was out, repairing it would be harder than climbing to heaven. The girl didn't want to tell him because she was wary of him. If she really wanted to tell him, he would know. If she didn't want to tell him, he probably wouldn't get anything even if he died.

Mo Bei knew the fiery nature of humans in the magical world and how could they be so carefree. In the past, when he watched movies, he still had a somewhat good impression of werewolves. Now that he had actually met such a cute little girl, he still felt a sense of goodwill towards her.

At Austin School of Magic, under the cover of night, the willow trees sway in the breeze, their branches intertwined with the leaves, occasionally a willow whip lashing the ground.

Mo Bei and his companion pierced the night sky, hovering halfway up the flying serpent, its petrified body standing proudly as if it were about to leap up at any moment.

"dong dong"

Yi Xue jumped off the magic broom, turned around and smiled, waving her little hands as she ran into the empty dormitory building.

Without a word, the little girl obediently ran away, only nodding politely. Perhaps she had more to consider, but none of that mattered anymore.

"Finally, a small trouble has been gotten rid of."

Mo Bei whispered, his eyes piercing the darkness, his expression slightly somber.

"Wow"

With a flick of its magic broom, it soared into the air once more, flying towards the library of Austin School of Magic.

"crash"

Mo Bei entered the library and eagerly flicked his magic wand. As the magic was unleashed, tens of thousands of ancient books appeared on the huge bookshelves, surrounding him like a staircase stretching to the sky. Although somewhat chaotic, it possessed a different kind of natural beauty.

"Whoa"

Mo Bei became engrossed in reading, turning the pages incredibly fast with a light tap of his magic wand, his mind instantly accumulating a vast amount of magical knowledge.