Chapter 309: You Chose Your Own Mentor—So You

In the bedroom.

Lin Mo listened to Xiao Tu and Xiao Feng's confident declarations.

He was completely stunned.

"…"

No wonder.

How could a Wind element, hailed as the sharpest of all elements,

have learned four skills, all of them for fleeing and defense?

Case solved.

It's all Xiao Tu's fault—he led them astray!

I shouldn't have let Xiao Tu train Xiao Feng last night!

How could you expect offensive skills from a Earth element who wants to be "the hardest shield"?

All he thinks about is how to take hits and how to run away!

Lin Mo sighed.

"So."

"You two think if you run fast enough, enemy skills can't catch you?"

"If you're tough enough, enemies can't kill you?"

In the skill bar.

"Earth Shield Art" nodded vigorously.

【"Yes, yes! Master is wise!"】

"Wind Blade Art" also bobbed up and down.

【"Yes! Protect Master! Run!"】

As soon as these two voices fell silent,

"Fireball Art" spoke up again.

【"Run? Flee?"】

【"Hmph! Is this what a Mage should do?"】

【"A Mage's dictionary has no such thing as 'fleeing'!"】

【"That's the act of cowards!"】

【"A Mage must obliterate all enemies with the most devastating firepower!"】

【"If all enemies are dead, isn't that safer?"】

【"This second brother is a coward himself, and now he's dragging the fifth brother down with him?"】

Facing his elder brother's scolding,

"Earth Shield Art" straightened his chest proudly.

【"Big brother! Output is your job and Third Brother's— isn't that enough?"】

【"You two are so strong, one more explosive than the other, one more slashing than the next."】

【"You handle killing enemies; we handle protecting Master! That's reasonable division of labor!"】

【"Fifth Brother, you agree, right?"】

Hearing his second brother's call,

"Wind Blade Art" immediately nodded frantically.

【"Yes!"】

【"Second Brother's right!"】

【"Big Brother and Third Brother kill enemies! Me and Second Brother protect Master!"】

【"Run! Run fast!"】

Hearing the fifth brother's mindless echo,

"Fireball Art" got so angry he shut off entirely, unable to utter a word for a long while.

"Ice Spike Art" sneered.

【"Heh, who told you not to train the new recruit last night?"】

【"Now look—there's a coward in the house. I bet going out in public will be embarrassing from now on."】

Lin Mo looked at his skills, equally helpless.

Whatever.

After all, he himself had told Xiao Tu to train Xiao Feng last night.

You chose your own mentor—you've got to accept it, tears and all.

Besides,

Having more survival skills isn't necessarily a bad thing.

As for Wind element offensive skills,

Take it slow.

After all, Xiao Feng seems to have decent talent—plenty of chances ahead.

Thinking of this,

Lin Mo got off the bed.

"Alright."

"Get ready. Let's go."

"Time for real business."

"Today we're going to Tianshui City."

"First, report to the Dragon Nation Mage Association, finish the formalities."

"Then find the Artisan Creator and forge our own Forbidden-Class exclusive weapon."

Hearing the Master's command,

Da Bai also rose from the floor, shaking his ice-blue fur.

…

Afternoon.

On the high-speed train from Beijing to Tianshui City.

Business-class tickets had sold out two days ago.

Even first-class tickets were gone.

After scrolling on his phone for a long time, Lin Mo only managed to snag one second-class ticket.

But he didn't care.

It was only a two- or three-hour ride—he could just close his eyes and nap.

Inside the carriage,

Two rows of opposite seats,

Held two men and two women.

All very young.

Lin Mo sat by the window, wearing headphones, eyes closed, pretending to nap.

Opposite him sat a girl.

She had shoulder-length bobbed hair, dressed simply in a white T-shirt and jeans.

Her face was delicate, radiating efficiency.

Beside her, diagonally across from Lin Mo,

Sat a boy.

He wore flashy branded clothes, a glittering luxury mechanical watch on his wrist.

His hair was slicked back, looking extremely trendy.

At this moment,

The boy tugged irritably at his collar, frowned, and looked around with clear disgust.

"Tch…"

"Zhang Han, I told you before."

"Five days ago, first-class tickets were still available—we could've booked one, I'd pay. Why settle for this crappy second-class?"

The boy sneered.

His gaze swept over the passengers moving through the carriage, his disdain deepening.

"Look at this place."

"So crowded."

"Air doesn't even circulate—smells awful."

"What a torture."

Listening to the boy's endless complaints,

Zhang Han frowned slightly.

A flicker of revulsion passed through her eyes.

What she hated most was these rich second-generation kids who constantly bragged about their family's money and connections.

They have no real talent, relying entirely on their parents' legacy.

When the boy saw Zhang Han ignore him, he didn't take the hint and shut up; instead, he leaned in even closer.

"Zhang Han, don't worry."

"When we report to the Youth Association of the Dragon Country Mage Association, with me around, no one will dare bully you!"

The boy patted his chest.

"You know, my cousin is a councilor of the Youth Association—a genuine high-ranking official!"

"Stick with me, and you'll live in comfort."

The boy grew more and more excited.

He even deliberately flicked his wrist, making his luxury watch glint in the sunlight.

"When we get off the train."

"My cousin has already arranged a dedicated car to pick us up at the station."

"We'll go straight to the Association."

"Tonight, I'm treating you to dinner at Tianxiang Restaurant, the most expensive in Tianshui City."

"The Youth Association, to be honest, is just a circle—it's all about connections…"

Zhang Han listened to these words.

It felt like a fly had flown into her ear.

Buzzing incessantly.

She turned her head and stared coldly at Zhao Peng.

"Zhao Peng."

"Can you please be quiet?"

"Everyone is resting."

Saying this,

Zhang Han slightly lifted her chin, gesturing toward Lin Mo across from her.

"Don't you see someone is sleeping over there?"

"You're being so loud—it's incredibly rude."

Hearing Zhang Han's words,

Zhao Peng froze for a moment.

He turned to look at Lin Mo, sitting across, eyes closed.

"Pfft."

"Sleeping in second class?"

Zhao Peng rolled his eyes.

"If he can't sleep, it's because he's too poor to afford first class."

"Such a poor person with pretensions."

"Do I have to mind him when I'm chatting?"

"Besides, what I'm saying is true."

"My cousin is a councilor—that's part of my strength. What's wrong with saying it?"

Zhang Han was utterly speechless.

If I can't fight him, can't I just avoid him?

She turned away and quietly gazed at Lin Mo across from her.

It wasn't because there was anything strange on Lin Mo's face.

The reason was simple:

The boy in front of her was just too handsome.

His skin was pale, his eyebrows sharp like swords, his eyes bright as stars, his nose high and straight.

His hair was neither long nor short, with stray strands casually falling over his forehead.

Zhang Han stared, spellbound.

He was exactly her type—no matter which school he was in, he'd be the undisputed campus heartthrob.