Versatile Mage

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mo Fan had no idea what the rain might cause. He did not dare waste a single second, and quickly headed to the Ninth Mound.

The Ninth Mound was around a dozen kilometers from the Eighth Mound. The Black Vatican had destroyed the Eighth Mound and planned to bury it with the rain to prevent the people of the Aorus Sacred Institute from finding the Ninth Mound.

Luckily, Mo Fan had decided to take the risky path. The path to the Eighth Mound would have been filled with mud and soil if he took the old-fashioned way. They would never have found its precise location.

The path ahead was undulating, and Mo Fan had a poor sense of direction. It would be surprising if he did not lose his way among the mountains, let alone find the Ninth Mound.

The light green rocks were the only connection between the Eighth Mound and the Ninth Mound. Mo Fan called them Cuckold Rocks.

(Ed. Note: This is a reference to the Green Hatted Man saying)

The Cuckold Rocks were scattered across the mountain. It was unlikely the Black Vatican could clear every single one of them. Mo Fan had no idea where he was currently, and was blindly following the Cuckold Rocks, hoping they would bring him to the Ninth Mound.

“I think I’m in the right way. Is that…” Mo Fan moved his foot and picked up a dirty petal he had just stepped on.

It was a petal from the Frenzy Poppies!

The Black Vatican must have followed the Cuckold Rocks to the Ninth Mound too. They had accidentally dropped the petal along the way!

“The rain should still be clean. Let’s hope they aren’t done refining the Frenzy Liquid,” Mo Fan muttered after sniffing the rain.

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“Strange, the Cuckold Rocks are gone. They must be destroying the path to prevent people from intervening with the refinement process. This is bad, I’m only a few kilometers away!”

Mo Fan could not find any more Cuckold Rocks, unable to see a single one in the area. They were the only things that would lead him to the Ninth Mound.

A few kilometers in the wilderness was not far, but the terrain in the mountains was too complicated, made up of caves, peaks, canyons, cliffs, and valleys. The Ninth Mound was not like a fortress or a village. It was just a sentry outpost that was well-hidden to enhance its safety. It might be located in a hidden cave with plants covering its entrance, or on top of some dense trees.

“Summoning Gate: Army of Wolves!”

Mo Fan constructed a lunar-white Star Constellation and opened a Gate connected to the Summoned Beast Plane.

The restless wolves rushed out of the Gate and scanned the area for enemies. They were rubbing their claws, preparing for an intense battle!

“Put your claws away. I only need your noses. Come over here and sniff around… holy crap, will you take turns instead? Are you trying to squeeze me to death?”

Mo Fan felt like a shepherd with a pack of white sheep around him! The wolves did look rather adorable when they put their claws and fangs away.

“Old Wolf, bring a troop with you and find those scum of the Black Vatican, even if you have to dig three inches deep into the ground!” Mo Fan commanded the Flying Creek Snow Wolf.

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf was in low spirits, as it had been a long time since he was pampered.

Mo Fan could not help it. The Flying Creek Snow Wolf’s Cultivation was stuck at peak Commander-level. If he could not achieve the Ruler-level, he would have no chance of adapting to the battles Mo Fan was fighting nowadays. The Flying Creek Snow Wolf felt helpless, as there was nothing he could do.

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf howled, asking Mo Fan a question.

“Did everything I feed you go to waste? Does it matter if we are in the Andes Mountains? Are you telling me you don’t dare to cause a scene in other creatures’ territory?” Mo Fan yelled back.

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf felt wronged.

“Just screw them all up. I don’t care if there are the hordes living in the Andes Mountains or a little pack within five kilometers of where we are. You aren’t a good dog if you aren’t an ambitious white wolf who wants to be the king of beasts!” Mo Fan scolded him.

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf almost burst into tears.

They were currently in the Andes Mountains, which had a kingdom of demon creatures!

This place was not necessarily any friendlier than Mount Kunlun! Even the tribal chiefs in the Summoned Beast Plane would behave themselves when they heard about the Andes Mountains. It was fine if the Flying Creek Snow Wolf was on his own, but he was bringing three hundred wolves with him to scout the mountains. They were obviously trying to compete for territory with the local tyrants. Things were doomed to go south!

“Enough with your nonsense and start looking. If you can find the Black Vatican’s nest, I’ll do everything to help you grow stronger. I’ll also help you to take over the Mountain of Nine Fangs you have been struggling to invade!” Mo Fan promised him.

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf was instantly motivated.

The other wolves grew restless when they heard Mo Fan was going to help them to claim a new territory. They quickly formed a dozen packs and started searching the area thoroughly. They were more efficient than a well-trained army.

Mo Fan Summoned Apas and ordered the yawning snake lady, “Apas, keep an eye on them. Don’t let the local tyrants kill them!”

“So I’m a wolf keeper now?” Apas retorted unwillingly.

The Andes Mountains had many species of demon creatures. Even a single pine tree might have three species competing for its ownership. The Flying Creek Snow Wolf and the army of white wolves were outsiders here. Their numbers could easily alert the demon creatures in the area.

However, they hesitated to make a move under Apas’ pressure!

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The Sixth Mound…

The mound was like a building lying horizontally across the entrance of a canyon on a barren mountain.

A few people in the uniforms of the Aorus Sacred Institute’s Security Department were busy investigating something when Mu Bai and Zhao Manyan arrived. They seemed to have an emergency.

Mu Bai went up to them and asked, “What happened here?”

The person in charge was an old man. He was wearing the Aorus Sacred Institute’s uniform, but he did not seem reliable enough to assume full responsibility for the place.

“The Sixth Mound and the Seventh Mound are connected by a river, but it’s been raining heavily so suddenly. The strong current has destroyed the bridge along the river. Some of the areas are underwater after the flash flood…” the old man began.

“Why didn’t you tell the Security Department immediately?” Mu Bai demanded.

“There’s an excursion class trapped out there because of the flash flood. I…I didn’t want to lose my job. I was planning to tell the school after we rescued them,” the old man had no choice but to admit.

“Are you f**king out of your mind!? Not only are you putting the lives of the students in danger, you are placing the school in danger too!” Mu Bai swore scathingly.

Mu Bai rarely scolded anyone, but he was so angry that he felt like beating the crap out of the old man when he heard his ridiculous excuse.

It had been a few days since the problem had occurred. They could have resolved it sooner if they had told the school right away!

However, the paths had been destroyed by the flash flood, making it impossible to find the way to the Seventh Mound.

In other words, they could no longer back Mo Fan up. He was going to have to invade the Black Vatican’s nest by himself!