Mo Fan's Lofty Ambitions, Phase 2 Miriel

When Mo Fan heard the price Lin Mian mentioned, he froze on the spot, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"How...how much? Six hundred thousand?"

He glanced instinctively at the two corpses on the ground, then looked at the clear photos on Lin Mian's phone, his mind momentarily blank.

He was just wondering how much money he could get from hunting a giant-eyed blood rat, and whether it would be enough to buy some decent cultivation resources.

But Lin Mian told him that these two guys, dressed in rags and without even a decent set of clothes, were actually worth 600,000!

Six hundred thousand.

Lin Mian split the profits 70/30 with him, so he would get 180,000!

He attends a magic high school, where his monthly living expenses are only eight hundred.

This sum is equivalent to his expenses over more than a decade.

"Old Mian." Mo Fan suddenly looked at Lin Mian seriously, his tone extremely solemn, "If you encounter anyone from the Black Vatican in the future, don't try to take them from me."

Lin Mian raised an eyebrow.

Mo Fan said with a serious expression: "The gray-robed cultists are mine, the black-robed priests are mine, and the blue-robed deacons... I can give them to you if I can't beat them."

Lin Mian was amused and said, "You certainly know how to pick the good points."

Mo Fan dusted himself off and stood up, his eyes shining with an astonishing light.

This isn't about robbing or not, this is about making a fortune!

Mo Fan is usually a carefree and jovial person, but when it comes to cultivation resources and money, he becomes incredibly stubborn.

"Old Mian, how many of these scumbags do you think are left in this world?"

Lin Mian didn't look up, only uttering two words: "A lot."

The Parthenon's Mother is the Black Papacy Pope.

Even the filthy demons like the Black Beast Demon originated from Parthenon, a sacred place renowned worldwide for its white magic.

It would be strange if there weren't many people from the Black Vatican.

However, this secret is too terrifying, so it's best to let Mo Fan explore it slowly on his own.

If I said it directly, it would probably scare him so much he'd question his existence.

Although Mo Fan may not know what the Parthenon is.

Mo Fan nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

I just silently made a mental note of it.

A gray-robed believer has 300,000 followers, while a black-robed priest has 5 million.

From now on, Mo Fan will kill every single one he sees!

……

After dealing with the giant-eyed rat that was digging a burrow and cleaning up all traces that could potentially reveal their identities, Lin Mian returned to Bo City with Mo Fan.

Upon entering the city, Lin Mian contacted Yang Zuohe of the Magic Association and briefly explained how he had killed the two gray-robed cultists.

Yang Zuohe immediately led his men to the scene. After confirming the identity of the deceased and discovering key clues, they arrived at the scene.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly transferred one million into Lin Mianka's account.

The extra 400,000 was precisely because the two gray-robed cultists' secret digging of the tunnel provided the Magic Association and the Inquisition with crucial clues to thwart the Black Vatican's conspiracy in Bo City.

Lin Mian also ignored the matter of the demon passage.

If he continues to interfere, the Black Church will really take action against him. With his current strength, there's no need to invite trouble.

After giving Mo Fan 300,000, Lin Mian's total assets soared to 8 million.

That's enough for Mika to evolve into Miriel.

Lin Mian traded away a large number of light-element spirit seed fragments, and now he just needs to wait for the right opportunity.

……

A month later.

Lin Mian returned to his residence, closed the door, and the surroundings instantly fell silent.

As usual, he summoned Mika from the summoning space, preparing to feed her the spirit seed fragments.

"Mika~~!"

As soon as Mika appeared, she happily circled around Lin Mian twice before gently landing on his shoulder and affectionately nuzzling his cheek with her little head.

"It seems you also know that today is the day of your evolution."

Lin Mian sat down cross-legged and took out a fragment of a light-elemental spirit seed that he had prepared beforehand.

The fragments, no bigger than the palm of a hand, radiated a warm and pure light, illuminating the entire room as bright as day.

Mika's body trembled slightly as he clearly sensed the light-attribute energy that shared the same origin as himself.

"Eat it, and you will be able to complete your evolution naturally." Lin Mian handed the fragment to it.

Mika is now just one step away from becoming Miriel.

Mika opened her little mouth, picked up the fragment, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The next moment, its body suddenly froze.

A soft halo emanated from within, enveloping it entirely and transforming it into a translucent cocoon of light.

The cocoon of light slowly floated in mid-air, then its light surged, illuminating the entire room.

Lin Mian could clearly sense that Mika's aura was undergoing a qualitative change.

The energy fluctuations, which were originally only at the advanced stage of servant level, are now steadily increasing...

He did not leave, but sat quietly beneath the cocoon of light, cultivating with his eyes closed, guarding it every step of the way.

Time passed by, second by second.

Two and a half minutes later, the light became even more intense.

A burst of golden light suddenly erupted, and the originally petite Mika was enveloped in a dazzling halo. Her figure rapidly grew taller and more graceful, shedding her childishness and transforming into the upright and imposing Miriel.

The overall color scheme remains bright red, but the soft down has transformed into smooth, satin-like feathers, and the pair of long ears on the top of the head have become sharp and upright, with the tips of the ears gleaming with warm golden light.

The diamond-shaped light pattern on his forehead shone brightly, and his dark eyes were clear and sharp. He had shed his former naivety and gained a more dignified and heroic air.

A faint aura of light surrounds him, retaining his original agility while fully displaying the majesty and power of a light-elemental spirit!

"How are you feeling?"

"Mika!"

Miriel let out a clear, youthful voice, no longer Mika's soft, delicate cry, but a clearer and more powerful sound.

Lin Mian's lips curled up slightly.

Miriel's strength remains firmly at the Warrior level.

"Mika~~~~!"

Miriel knew that it was Linmian who led it to evolve, so it pounced on Linmian and transformed into Mika in mid-air.

Mika and Miriel can switch freely between their forms.

As for the evidence of hindered evolution?

Go tell the magical world!

In a small city like Bocheng, he could practically run rampant.

Of course, if Grand Steward Mu He of Hujin were to come in person, that would be a different story.

After all, Mu He was a genuine high-level mage.

However, Lin Mian was not worried about the fact that he had killed the gray-robed cult members.

Who would have thought that an ordinary middle school student would dare to venture deep into the wild to hunt demons and even kill members of the Black Vatican?

There's no way to trace him; he uses an alias and rarely sets foot in the Hunter's Hall these days.

……

On this day, an unexpected person came to Lin Mian's classroom in Class 8 of the first year of high school.

It was supposed to be a class taught by a Mediterranean-looking teacher, but most of the students were drowsy.

But when a woman wearing a bodycon skirt and high heels slowly walked onto the podium, the atmosphere in the entire classroom was instantly ignited.

Her skin was as white as snow, delicate and smooth, her lips were luscious and luscious, and she exuded a mature and charming aura, as captivating as the warm spring sun.

Her impressive bust and round, perky buttocks, in particular, captivated many men.

Almost all the boys in the class sat up straight at the same time, crossed their legs, and suppressed the dragon raising its head.

The air seemed to be filled with an irrepressible restlessness.

Lin Mian was slightly taken aback when he saw the person who had arrived.

The newcomer was none other than Tang Yue, the genius mid-level mage who restrained Salang in the original story.

Clearly, it was Lin Mian's killing of the gray-robed cultist that gave the higher-ups in Bo City a clue about the Black Vatican.

Tang Yue, a member of the Tribunal and a mid-level cultivator with full cultivation, arrived in Bo City ahead of schedule.

"Students, your previous teacher has been transferred to another class."

"From today onwards, I will be your magic practice teacher. My name is Tang Yue."

As Tang Yue finished speaking, she casually tossed her hair aside.

This simple action caused an uncontrollable commotion in the classroom.

Wow!

Faced with such a sexy and charming teacher, the boys' hormones surged instantly, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.

"By the way, may I ask who Lin Mian is in your class?" Tang Yue's voice was clear and melodious.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the students' eyes turned to the back row by the window.

It is said that the back row by the window is the hometown of the king.

And kings have always been so eye-catching.