Mo Xiuyi smiled upon hearing this and said to him, "Heh heh, so, young man, are you interested in learning magic?" Mo Han smiled back and replied, "Stop calling me 'young man' all the time; I have a name—it's Chen Mohan."

Mo Xiu Yi paused for a beat, then smiled gently, "Heh heh, my mistake for not asking your name. I'll call you Mohan then. Do you want to learn magic?" Hearing this, Mohan's mind immediately conjured up the magic novels he'd read in university; his eyes lit up as he asked, "Learning magic—does that mean summoning things, like a whole host of super divine beasts? Can it summon beautiful women too?" Mo Xiuyi felt an immediate urge to faint. This idiot, how could he even think that? Summoning a horde of divine beasts, do you think you're a god?

But he patiently explained, "That is the path of the Summoner, an ancient form of magic that vanished long ago. The magic I speak of teaches you spells to launch attacks—and their power is in no way inferior to that of a Summoner. Others beg me to teach them, and I still refuse."

Mo Xiuyi skillfully hyped up the benefits of magic, exaggerating that if he disliked someone, he could blast them with a Level Ten Forbidden Spell, guaranteeing they wouldn't even leave ashes behind. Wouldn't that be fantastic? Mo Xiuyi listed all these advantages solely to entice Mohan into agreeing to his request.

Mohan was certainly swayed by this.

He grinned wickedly and said, "Haha, that good? Then if I run into a beautiful lady wearing a skirt, I can just whip up a little tornado—wouldn't that be amazing? Heh heh."

Mohan became completely absorbed in his shameless fantasies.

Hearing Mohan's response, Mo Xiuyi felt a strong impulse to smack him. Since becoming a Saint Magister, how long had it been since he felt this way? Back in the day, countless nobles wanted to send their children to him to study magic, and he had refused them all. Yet this person... wanted to learn magic just for the sake of lifting women's skirts. What kind of brain did this man possess?

However, with no one else around, Mo Xiuyi had no choice but to insincerely continue his persuasion: "Exactly. Besides that benefit, you could also use a Water Ball spell—wouldn't that be even better? There are countless other advantages. You can only realize these desires by studying magic, understand?" The once-famous Saint Magister of the continent was forced to say things he never would have uttered before, just to trick a magic novice into learning his craft.

After speaking, Mo Xiuyi felt goosebumps rise all over his body. Is this really me? Mo Xiuyi thought mournfully, even though he was currently just a spirit.

Hearing Mo Xiuyi's enticement, Mohan was completely lost in his beautiful daydream. Thinking of this, Mohan quickly said, "Don't say any more, I'll learn it! Even if you didn't want to teach me now, it wouldn't matter."

Despite having attended university in Beijing for several years, Mohan hadn't even held a girl's hand (handshakes excluded). Now that such incredible benefits were within reach, how could he not be excited? It was a testament to his self-control that he hadn't started bleeding from the nose.

Seeing this scene, Mo Xiuyi couldn't help but wonder if he had truly chosen the right person... This kid was just too much.

Mohan exclaimed excitedly, "When do we start, Master?" He switched his form of address so casually; the lure of beautiful women truly changed things. As the saying goes, having a partner makes the work less tedious. With a goal to pursue, learning anything else would naturally fall into place.

Mo Xiuyi heard this and was left speechless: "..."

A month later, on Blazing Flame Island, Mohan was practicing a newly learned spell. He chanted aloud, "Spirits of Fire drifting in the air, heed my call! Destroy the enemy before me, turn all evil to ash—Fire Dragon Burst!"

As Mohan finished the incantation, an arm-sized fire dragon shot toward a hillside and struck its target with a muffled boom, kicking up a cloud of dust. The small hillside was instantly sheared clean in half.

Seeing this, Mohan laughed happily, "Success! I did it with the Fire element! Again! Spirits of Water, omnipresent, heed my call! Cleanse this era's wickedness, let the world return to purity—Water Dragon Burst!"

Another dragon, this time of water, flew toward the same hillside, hitting the mark dead center. Mohan chuckled smugly, "Haha, that felt amazing! Next, Earth element..." Unbeknownst to him, Mohan had been in this world for a month. Besides learning magic from Mo Xiuyi, he had also been listening to tales of the continent, including the massive war between humanity and the Underworld. Though he hadn't experienced the battle firsthand, seeing the landscape littered with bones made him realize just how brutal the fighting must have been.

During this month, Mo Xiuyi discovered with amazement that not only did Chen Mohan possess an incredibly high aptitude for magic (Mo Xiuyi generally only needed to explain a chant once for him to grasp and memorize it), but he also shared the rare physique of an All-Elementalist, just like himself. (Normally, mages specialized in one element because the magical essences couldn't coexist peacefully within the body, forcing mages to choose one main path; secondary elements were usually limited to Level Two or below, making them almost useless. However, the magical elements in Chen Mohan’s body coexisted harmoniously.)

Furthermore, Mo Xiuyi had accidentally realized that Mohan's comprehension of Dou Qi was also exceptionally high. He was a truly rare anomaly. Thus, Mo Xiuyi guided him to several Sword Saints on the battlefield to find a few books detailing Dou Qi cultivation. In this era, both mages and warriors recorded their cultivation insights in specialized magical tomes for the benefit of their disciples or descendants. The higher the level, the more powerful the sealed magic. However, these sealed spells were child's play to Saint Magister Mo Xiuyi, who could easily unlock them. Comprehension, though, depended entirely on Chen Mohan, as Mo Xiuyi only had rich experience in magic and was completely ignorant of Dou Qi.

After practicing his magic, Mohan returned to Mo Xiuyi’s side and excitedly told him, "Old Master, I’ve learned Level Five spells! I know six elements, excluding the Dark element." (The seven elements were: 1. Water, 2. Fire, 3. Earth, 4. Lightning, 5. Light, 6. Wind, 7. Dark.) On this continent, perhaps only Chen Mohan dared to address Mo Xiuyi this way. Mo Xiuyi took no offense at the title and said kindly, "Heh heh, I chose correctly. Mohan, you truly are a magic prodigy. Seeing your achievements makes me feel at ease. It took me half a year to master Level Five magic; you did it in just one month. Your future achievements will surpass mine; you will become the first God of Magic on the Dragon Ascent Continent, I believe you will succeed, and then I can finally depart in peace."

Hearing Mo Xiuyi speak of leaving, Mohan became instantly anxious, asking, "Master, where are you going? I'll go with you. I can't bear to leave you." After a month together, Mohan had come to regard Mo Xiuyi as his only family in this world, so hearing him leave naturally caused him distress.

Mo Xiuyi smiled and comforted him, "Silly child, I have actually been dead for a long time. What remains now is merely a sliver of my soul and consciousness. I have passed on all my life's learning to you. You only need to practice diligently, and your future will surely surpass mine. It is time for me to go to where I belong."

Mohan, still unwilling, asked, "Master, when will I see you again?" Mo Xiuyi smiled and said, "Heh heh, do you see the stars in the sky? Those are me. I will always be watching over you. Remember my words, Master: whatever you do, as long as it aligns with your conscience, do it without caring what others say. I believe you are a kind child. Also, the outside world is not as gentle as this place; you must be very careful, understand?" Seeing Mohan about to speak again, Mo Xiuyi raised a hand to stop him. "Listen to me finish. There is a barrier here. Only by reaching the realm of Great Magister can one break through it. Do not attempt to touch the barrier before reaching that level, or you will only injure yourself, understand? Also, once you leave, help me inquire about Murong Wushuang of the Murong family in the Sky Dragon Empire, and her descendants. I wronged them in the past. Take this token of mine and promise to look after them for me, do you understand? There is food and water in the spatial ring; it should be enough for you to use."

Mo Xiuyi finished speaking and looked at his young disciple with deep affection, saying reluctantly, "That’s it. I must leave now. Take good care of yourself, be careful in everything, and don't act rashly, understand? I will always be watching." With that, a flash of white light illuminated the space, and Mo Xiuyi's figure vanished, leaving only the crystal ball behind, now devoid of its light.

Mohan stared blankly at the crystal ball, tears spilling down his face. His only family in this world was gone, leaving him utterly alone again. How could he not be heartbroken? After staring for a long time, Mohan wiped his tears and spoke to the sky, "Master, rest assured. I will certainly live up to your expectations and become the first God of Magic, making you proud."

In the following month, Mohan searched the entire island, collecting every intact weapon, piece of clothing, and ring he could find—anything that hadn't rusted or been damaged. He was convinced that items surviving that fierce battle and the passage of time without degradation must be extraordinary artifacts. Fortunately, Mo Xiuyi's spatial ring was itself a top-tier item, spanning over two hundred square units; there was plenty of space to store all the weapons and miscellaneous items. Noticing the ring still felt weightless, Mohan marveled, "These things from this era are truly practical! Shopping trips will be so much easier later, just carrying one ring."

Afterward, Mohan devoted all his time to practicing magic and Dou Qi. Unbeknownst to him, two years had passed. He leaped forward.