The Strongest Magician of Gods

"Uh!"

Mo Bei was dumbfounded again. How could the deacon of the Angel Gate also interfere?

The outcome was unexpected and had slipped out of his control.

"Hmph! Come with me."

The deacon of the Angel Gate bowed slightly to the deacons of the other major powers, and then spoke to Mo Bei.

"Uh"

Mo Bei was stunned, somewhat unwilling. This was resolved? What about my mission? How am I supposed to proceed?

Such a big thing happened, with someone openly provoking the Magic Guild, and this old man resolved it with just one sentence.

Mo Bei's inner grassland felt as if it had been trampled by ten thousand alpacas. If he had known it would be like this, why did he even try to do anything? It was completely ineffective!

"Clang clang"

The deacon of the Angel Gate, his face contorted with rage, disappeared step by step down the corridor before everyone's eyes.

Sorry!

Mo Bei was embarrassed. He smiled and bowed apologetically, then followed the old man and disappeared down the corridor.

"Hehe, let's see what you can do now," Luo Xiu chuckled in a low voice.

On the third floor of the Sky Castle, at the Angel's Gate, is the registration office outside Austin City.

"squeak"

Gao Xuan pushed open the door, and sunlight streamed into the spacious outer registration office through the crystal-clear windows.

"cough cough"

Gao Xuan coughed a few times, his aged face revealing cloudy eyes.

"You are the seventh mage in Austin City to successfully apply to the Angel Gate. We only accepted you as a disciple because of Miss Eiffel. Now, after three years, your performance score is only three hundred. With your talent, you should have been a key disciple cultivated by a major power. It's a pity that you joined our Angel Gate."

"Uh! What is this old man trying to say? I get the feeling he wants to fire me!"

Mo Bei was stunned. The repeated use of "Eiffel" sounded rather jarring. From the limited information available, it was clear that the previous master's entry into the Angel Gate was due to Eiffel.

"Old man, what exactly do you want to say? Just say it." Mo Bei asked, puzzled.

“Very well, what I mean is to give you two choices, whether you choose to listen or not is entirely up to you,” Gao Xuan said.

What choice?

Mo Bei was completely confused. Something was very wrong! This old guy seemed to dislike me. Why was that?

"With your damaged magical physique, even if you enter the Angel Gate in the future, it might not be a bad thing. I think you're still somewhat agreeable, so I'll give you some advice. The survival of sect disciples is beyond your current imagination. Outside Austin City, and even further afield, bloodshed is rampant. Major powers recruit disciples from all over the world every year because the survival rate of outer disciples within sects is too low. And with your current physique, you can't adapt to the nature of lightning power, so it will be difficult for you to survive the sect's trials. Therefore, I'll give you two hopes for survival. What do you think?" Gao Xuan's expression changed from usual, and he said in a low voice.

"Oh, please go ahead."

Mo Bei was shocked. This old guy knows my background! Who could have spread the word? Was it Eiffel, or that withered old mage?

"I never imagined that leaving the Angel Gate would be so simple."

Mo Bei's eyes brightened, but a hint of disappointment crept into his heart.

"cough cough"

Gao Xuan coughed a few more times, as if he were suffering from some kind of illness.

"You're old and useless now, but with your magical physique, there's still a good chance you'll survive. You won't follow in my footsteps. Right now, your only option is to survive. Only then will you have time to advance to the level of a Grand Mage. If you force yourself into a sect with your weakened body, you'll inevitably die from your impulsiveness. So, I'm giving you some advice; whether you listen or not is up to you. There are two options: First, leave the Angel Gate now and never join any sect. Give yourself time to advance to the level of a Grand Mage and fully adapt to the power of lightning before joining a sect. Otherwise, death awaits you. Second, you must make some sacrifices, so…"

"Wait a minute"

Mo Bei interrupted Gao Xuan, his expression neither excited nor sad, but he already knew what to do.

"I choose the first one, the second one is self-evident," Mo Bei said firmly.

Gao Xuan was surprised. He was suddenly interrupted, but instead of being angry, he felt a certain doubt about the firm tone.

"It's his deadly pride that's getting the better of him, making him not want to listen anymore! What an interesting little guy."

Gao Xuan thought to himself, "But my mission is not yet complete."

"No need to be so anxious. Wait for me to finish speaking, and you'll change your mind. Hehe!" Gao Xuan laughed.

Mo Bei's eyes narrowed, and he sensed something else in the old man's words.

"Perhaps this was arranged by Professor Eiffel again! It's a pity that I, Mo Bei, am not fortunate enough to enjoy it."

"No need, I'll choose the first one."

Mo Bei reaffirmed his stance once again, his resonant voice echoing through the space, a silhouette forever etched in Gao Xuan's eyes.

Mo Bei left, not listening any further; his status meant he didn't need to listen anymore.

He's gone.

At this moment, after Mo Bei left, a strange, unpleasant voice came from behind Gao Xuan.

Upon seeing the person, it turned out to be that withered and ugly old wizard from Austin Magic Academy.

"It's my fault for being useless and failing to complete your task, sir," Gao Xuan said, bowing.

"Forget it, I originally gave him a chance out of respect for Eiffel, but he refused. Does he really have the confidence to cultivate to the level of a Grand Mage on his own? How is that possible!" the old mage said.

“My lord, perhaps Mo Bei’s situation isn’t as bad as it seems. Just now, his strength has advanced to the level of a high-level mage. Given his cultivation speed, he has improved in such a short time. His talent and background are not simple,” Gao Xuan said.

"Oh, no wonder." The old monk stood there dumbfounded.

At this moment, Mo Bei walked slowly down the empty corridor, overwhelmed with complex emotions and extreme sadness.

"I'm so sorry, mentor. I shouldn't have let you down. If I survive, I hope we can meet again."

Mo Bei muttered to himself, then stepped over the third-floor stairs and quickly made his way to the fifth floor. His intentions were quite obvious.

"Soul-Seizing Palace, I, Mo Bei, have arrived."

The fifth floor of the Sky Castle is empty and dark, where the registration department of the Hall of Souls is located.

If an ordinary person heard about the Hall of Souls, they would be excited and jumping for joy. But if other magicians heard it, things might not be so simple.

When the Magic Guild issues missions, no one dares to accept the Soul Reaper's missions. Even the nominal disciples of the Soul Reaper dare not accept them casually, simply because the missions issued by the Soul Reaper are too abnormal and have too high a mortality rate. Only a handful of people in the entire city of Austin have become nominal disciples of the Soul Reaper, but after just a few missions, half of them have died.

"dong dong"

Mo Bei knocked tentatively on the door, looking nervous.

"Please come in"

An unexpected scene unfolded, and that familiar voice rang out, leaving Mo Bei stunned.

"squeak"

Mo Bei pushed open the door, his eyes widened in surprise when he saw a figure inside.

"It's you!" Luo Xiu was surprised. It turned out that the person knocking on the door was Mo Bei, who had been fighting with him in the hall.

"Uh," they looked at each other, feeling incredibly awkward. Mo Bei stood in front of the door for a long time without going in.

"Hmph, what are you spacing out for?"

Although Luo Xiu disliked Mo Bei, he still invited him in out of politeness.

What a small world! Mo Bei only took a look at the magician sitting at the desk after entering the room.

"My name is Mo Bei, and I am twenty years old. I pay my respects to Lord Yuan Long."

Mo Bei bowed slightly and greeted them politely.