Full-Time Magister: My Father is Hua Zhanhong

Chapter 45 Gathering of All Parties

Chapter 45 Gathering of All Parties

"Then how did these pure dragons disappear?" Jiang Shaoxu suddenly asked from the side.

Having an older brother who loves to study these things, Jiang Shaoxu gradually began to pay attention to them in order to follow in his footsteps.

"I don't know. There's no record of it, or perhaps our ancestors didn't want to record these things for us, their descendants, to know," Hua Zhanhong said with a smile.

Hua Yu nodded, indicating her understanding.

"But that's not right," Jiang Shaoxu asked again.

"Are you asking why they would record those dragon-riding mages if that's the case?" Hua Zhanhong asked.

Jiang Shaoxu nodded. Facing Hua Zhanhong, she always felt that he could see right through her thoughts.

"Xiaoyu, do you know why?" Hua Zhanhong didn't answer the question, but looked at his son and asked.

Hua Yu pondered for a moment before speaking, "Conquest, honor, and pride, I suppose. The appearance of each dragon tamer is, in their eyes, a symbol of humanity conquering the strongest creature in the world, so they want to record it."

"Would you be proud of that?"

Hua Yu shook his head and said very seriously, "No, the little green dragon is my partner. I didn't conquer it; it chose me."

Hua Zhanhong nodded, seemingly quite satisfied with Hua Yu's words.

That's right, it's about making a choice!

There's no such thing as conquest. It's simply that a powerful being chose a particular human and was willing to fight alongside him. That's all.

"Regarding your dragon, you can study totem legends when you have time; perhaps there will be records there," Hua Zhanhong suggested to Hua Yu after thinking for a moment.

Upon hearing the word "totem," Jiang Shaoxu's delicate body trembled slightly, and she silently made a mental note of it.

"You mean..."

"Perhaps."

-

After leaving Hua Zhanhong's office, Hua Yu completely abandoned her original plan to ask her master, Pang Lai.

If my father doesn't have any information, then my master probably doesn't either.

It's always a good thing that fewer people know about the little green dragon!

It's not that Hua Yu doesn't trust anyone, it's just to be on the safe side.

Those dragons have been gone for many years. Now, if we want to find out the origin of the little green dragon, we can only take it slowly and plan for the long term.

"Brother Xiaoyu, when you go to find those totem legends, can you take me with you?" Jiang Shaoxu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked.

Hua Yu glanced at Jiang Shaoxu, knowing what she was thinking, nodded, and said, "Okay."

"Aren't you going to ask me why?" Jiang Shaoxu looked at Hua Yu strangely.

"No need to ask. If you want it, I'll help you."

These simple eight words stirred something within Jiang Shaoxu. She glanced at Hua Yu, and in his eyes, she saw only sincerity.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Shaoxu took the initiative to tell the story of her brother, Jiang Shaojun.

Although Hua Yu already knew about these things, she still calmed down and listened to it again.

Hua Yu was still somewhat curious about Jiang Shaojun.

No one knows what he found out back then that made him so obsessed with totem creatures that he almost became possessed, disregarding his own safety.

-

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, it was three days before the military region's competition.

The contestants from the four military regions all started to get moving.

To facilitate the competition schedule, each military region has sent 24 people to compete in previous years. However, this year, due to the addition of an external aid, the total number of participants from the four military regions has reached exactly 100.

A plane traveling from Jincheng to Jinling.

The entire cabin was filled with mages dressed in military uniforms.

There was no conversation between them; they were all leaning back in their chairs, meditating with their eyes closed, seemingly trying to get themselves into their best state.

Besides that, there was only a chubby little boy dressed in flashy clothes, who was leaning against the window, curiously watching the distant white clouds being torn into ribbons.

"Nan Jue, Nan Jue, do you think wind-type mages can fly that high?" The chubby boy seemed to be enjoying himself, and every now and then he would go over to the side and say a few words to the female officer next to him.

The short-haired female officer frowned and said impatiently, "I don't know, don't ask me."

"Oh, okay." The chubby boy nodded and obediently turned his head.

One minute later.

"Nanjue Nanjue."

"Leave me alone!"

-

Northern Military Region.

A young man, tall and straight like a black sword, stood at the front of the group, his face, devoid of joy or anger, exuding a frightening majesty.

His gaze swept over the team members below, and without uttering a passionate declaration, he simply said, "Let's go."

At a command, the twenty-three military magistrates moved in unison and quickly boarded the plane.

After everyone boarded the plane, the young man looked at a burly middle-aged man not far away, as if he wanted to hear if the man had anything else to say.

As it turns out, the two, one big and one small, not only look somewhat alike, but their personalities are also cut from the same mold.

He didn't waste any words, and simply said, "The Northern Military Region will be victorious."

"Victory is certain!"

-

Nanjing is the venue for this year's military region competition.

With home advantage, the Eastern Military Region's troops had assembled here early on, ready at any time.

At this moment, the contestants are competing against each other on the training field.

There are one-on-one matches, five-on-five matches, and free-for-all matches.

Everyone was working hard, except for a man in the corner whose face was obscured by hair and who was writing and drawing with his head down, seemingly unconcerned about the training in front of him.

Just then, a man with a buzz cut and a roguish air defeated his opponent and looked at the man in the corner. He then shouted, "Bai Yimo, get over here and fight me again."

The man called Bai Yimo did not stop what he was doing until he finished the painting. Only then did he slowly raise his head and whisper, "I won't fight. I don't like fighting."

"Damn it, can't you act like a man?"

"I won't fight, and you can't beat me anyway."

Upon hearing this, the man with the buzz cut was clearly enraged. Without warning, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, so fast that the others on the field couldn't react at all.

"I am Long Zhanye of the Long family. Whether or not we fight is up to me."

Faced with the sudden attack, Bai Yimo's eyes, hidden beneath his long hair, seemed to flicker. He sighed deeply and muttered to himself, "I told you, I don't like fighting."

As soon as he finished speaking, a moon-white star map quickly appeared beneath his feet.

A single thought can illuminate the star map!

"roar!"

A gigantic creature that withstood the thunderbolt roared and then turned and left, carrying Bai Yimo.

The painting he had just finished floated down slowly from the sky and gently landed on the ground.

The painting depicts two little boys.

One of them, about thirteen or fourteen years old, was reaching out his hand, looking at another boy in the corner with a smile.

(End of this chapter)