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Translator: Lordbluefire
At the hotel, Lu Feng who was dressed in white was seated on the window ledge, looking at the moon. The wine pot in his left hand had been emptied long ago.
Knock knock!
Someone knocked on the door.
âIâm asleep!â
Lu Fengâs voice was cold and emotionless, as if it had rolled on the snowy plains in the northern frozen land, with all feelings sealed up by ice.
Outside the room, Huang Meibo pursed her lips.
She knew that her teacher was quite dissatisfied with her performance.
âTeacher, Iâll win!â
After saying that, Huang Meibo bowed and then returned to her room.
âWin?â
Lu Feng sneered. (Li Ziqi isnât good in battles. Whatâs the point of winning against someone like this? If you want to crush someone, then crush that Xuanyuan Po or that Ying Baiwu...)
âThis is really a lousy trip!â
Lu Feng tossed the wine pot away, thinking of how he could find something fun to do.
Should he kill a few people? Or a few hundred people? Should he kidnap Li Ziqi?
He really wanted such an outstanding student!
...
It was a bright and beautiful morning.
The bright sunlight scattered down on the lush green grass, as if laying down a layer of light carpet.
âEldest Martial Sister, donât worry, youâll definitely be able to win!â
Lu Zhiruo cheered Li Ziqi up.
This round was the martial examination, and it would be very entertaining to watch.
In order to increase the Saint Gateâs influence, the judges opened up the martial examination for public view to share the fun with the people, allowing the commoners to have more sense of participation.
Of course, there were also some interests behind this. In every martial examination, thereâd be bets of various scales set up.
With every gambling setup, be it an underground one or an official one, theyâd have to pay a portion of the money to the Saint Gate and the Golden Cherry Academy.
Therefore, it was impossible to conduct a closed-off competition, and the Golden Cherry Academy would even distribute pamphlets to attract the citizens from the Song An Prefecture to come and watch.
This time around, all of Sun Moâs disciples came to cheer for their eldest martial sister.
âThatâs right. You just need to fight two rounds anyway.â
Tantai Yutang chuckled.
After the elimination from the first three rounds, there were 901 examinees left. However, thereâd only be 300 accepted in the end. This meant that sheâd definitely be able to pass if she could win two rounds.
âWhy do you guys think so poorly of Eldest Martial Sister? I placed bets that she is going to become the champion!â
Helian Beifang was upset.
âHow much did you bet?â
Li Ziqi turned and asked.
â1,000 taels!â
The barbaric young man didnât have much money himself, but he had a super rich teacher and heâd always get a good allowance from him every month.
However, Helian Beifang wasnât someone who would spend money recklessly and thus had saved them up.
And now, it was time to bet it all in.
âVery good. You can cry in advance now.â
Li Ziqi patted Helian Beifangâs shoulder with certainty. âIf this money doesnât go down the drain, Iâll change my surname to yours!â
The barbaric young manâs expression instantly fell. âEldest Martial Sister, can you be more confident?â
âIâm not good at self-deception!â Li Ziqiâs lips twitched.
Sun Mo followed at the back, watching as his disciples fooled around. He frowned slightly. He knew that the little sunny egg was very nervous. Otherwise, given her character, she wasnât someone whoâd crack jokes.
It was a pity that he couldnât help her out at a time like this.
Right now, the field was crowded with people.
There were a total of eight arenas, and battles were taking place on each of them concurrently.
Li Ziqi had drawn a lot yesterday afternoon, and she was assigned to arena eight. Therefore, she just needed to wait for her turn.
Sun Moâs group had the right to get close to the arena to cheer for her as her close company.
âI hope that I meet a weakling!â
Li Ziqi prayed.
Even though there was still the Q&A segment in the fifth round, the questions asked were mostly things like why did they want to become a teacher and what inspirations one had for the future.
As long as the examinee wasnât an idiot whoâd say things like they only became a great teacher because they wanted to enjoy glory and riches, no one would be eliminated.
Therefore, this round would be the deciding factor, and the battles were very intense.
Agonizing cries kept on ringing out, and thereâd be unlucky people covered in blood and carried off in stretchers every now and then.
âThis is such a good training opportunity, so why are you guys not practicing your Ancient Dragon Capturing Hands?â
Sun Mo suggested.
âI donât wish to miss out on Eldest Martial Sisterâs competition!â
Lu Zhiruo explained.
âTeacher, we have no lack of people to practice the Ancient Dragon Capturing hands on. Some students are even willing to spend a lot of money for us to give them a massage!â
Qin Yaoguang couldnât help but smile. (You must be unaware of how great your reputation is.)
Many people were willing to pay a price for Sun Mo to use his God Hands on them, but they didnât have a chance to do this.
Those students didnât have the right to get a massage from Sun Mo, so they could only approach his disciples who happened to need to gain experience.
âWho do you guys think will win?â
Xianyu Wei felt curious.
Two guys were engaged in an intense battle on the arena.
âThe short-haired one,â Qin Yaoguang assessed.
âWhatâs the reason for that?â Xianyu Wei asked humbly.
âHis opponent has a big head and thick neck. Heâs either a rich guy or a cook. If he were to become a great teacher, heâd pull down the looks rating for the entire great teacher world.â
Qin Yaoguangâs darted toward Sun Mo. âI feel that the Saint Gate should set up a standard, rejecting everyone who is uglier than Teacher.â
âThen Teacher will be the only one left in the Saint Gate then.â
Xianyu Wei frowned.
Qin Yaoguang was stunned. (I didnât expect that an innocent girl from the plains like you would have learned to flatter people too. Moreover, it was done so well and in a refreshing way.)
(Alright then! I, Qin Yaoguang, am willing to proclaim you to be the strongest bootlicker!)
Bang!
In the time the two of them were talking, the short-haired man struck his opponent off the arena.
âHuh? It really turns out like this?â
Xianyu Wei was surprised.
âDonât listen to her gibberish. The short-haired guyâs opponent has suffered internal injuries three months ago. He should have been too anxious to gain progress for the martial examination.â
Sun Mo explained.
The defeated young man was upset when he heard Sun Moâs words. He was stunned and looked over. This personâs words were so accurate!
âZhiruo, help give him a massage!â
Sun Mo instructed.
âYou are...â
The young man was puzzled.
âSun Mo!â
When this name was mentioned, all the gazes in the surroundings turned his way with a swoosh.
âThis is Three-time Champion Sun? I finally got to see him in person!â
âTo think that heâs so handsome? F*ck your mom! He can rely on his looks to be a gigolo, but why does he have to rely on his talent for a living? Isnât life as a gigolo good?â
âIf I had his looks, thereâs no way that Iâd agree to work.â
âThatâs right. If I had his looks, thereâd definitely be eight to ten aunties fighting to buy me coconuts every day I took a walk along the streets!â
The surrounding people discussed amongst themselves, feeling very envious and having an urge to tear off Sun Moâs face to put onto their own.
When the young man heard Sun Moâs name, he knew that he had been struck by good fortune. He immediately cupped his hands together in pleasant surprise. âThank you Teacher Sun for your help!â
âYour aptitude isnât bad, but this Beautiful Tiger Subduing Fist is too lousy. Change your cultivation art!â
Sun Mo sighed.
If this young man had a suitable cultivation art, his battle prowess would be able to increase by at least three folds.
Hearing that, the young man broke into a bitter smile. âI canât afford to buy one. The schoolâs heaven-tier cultivation arts can only be read if one pays with spirit stones.â
âYou seem to have a cultivation art you are interested in?â Sun Mo asked.
âI want to learn the Minor Dragon Elephant Art!â
The young man scratched his head and smiled in embarrassment.
âWow, youâre really greedy. This is a superior-grade heaven-tier cultivation art. Unless youâre the headmasterâs son, just forget about it.â
âYoung man, focus on working hard and stop daydreaming!â
Everyone mocked, but it was done in good will. In these times where itâd take one to be an apprentice for ten years before they could learn how to make a dish, a superior-grade heaven-tier cultivation art was really very precious.
âZhiruo, help him over!â
Sun Mo decided to see through the end of this good deed.
However, the most important reason was still because this young manâs aptitude wasnât bad, and Sun Mo didnât want to waste his talent.
If this young man continued to cultivate this lousy cultivation art, he wouldnât see much progress in the next three years. Heâd then always lose out in the martial examinations.
Consecutive setbacks would make a person sink into self-doubt and eventually go to waste.
âOh!â
The papaya girl immediately helped the young man over.
âTeacher... Teacher Sun...â
The young man had no idea what Sun Mo wanted to do, but judging from his words, it seemed that Sun Mo was going to teach him a cultivation art?
That couldnât be, right?
It was a superior-grade heaven-tier cultivation art they were talking about. It was worth many spirit stones. No one would be such a prodigal!
âCalm your mind and get rid of all distractions!â
Sun Mo instructed and then recalled the Minor Dragon Elephant Artâs crux in his mind. At the same time, white light lit up on his right hand.
The people near the arena immediately fell silent, looking over curiously.
What was Sun Mo doing?
In terms of age, the young man was actually two years older than Sun Mo. However, he was being very submissive now, looking so docile like a primary school kid who was standing in front of a strict teacher.
Sun Mo didnât let the young man wait for long. After the time taken for seven to eight breaths, Sun Mo completed his preparations and launched out a punch.
Hua!
His right fist stopped in front of the young man and then white light gushed out from it, channeling into the young manâs forehead.
Buzz!
The young manâs body tilted backward, and then many scenes flashed past in his mind.
This...
This was...
The Minor Dragon Elephant Art?
As the young man hadnât seen it before, he didnât know. But it looked very familiar to what the headmaster had used...
âThis is the Minor Dragon Elephant Art. The reason Iâve taught you this today is because I donât wish to see you getting defeated by this setback. Try again next year and become a great teacher, teaching and educating people, going after your life pursuits and values.â
Sun Mo encouraged him.
âThat canât be real, right? He taught someone a superior-grade heaven-tier cultivation art so easily?â
âThis is Sun Mo weâre talking about. Moreover, how would he dare lie so openly in public?â
âYou guys are really shallow. A cultivation art of this grade might be very valuable to you, but that person there is Sun Mo. I heard that he knows multiple peerless-grade saint-tier cultivation arts and is extremely strong.â
The teachers and students nearby whispered amongst themselves. Some people who had heard stories about Sun Mo immediately explained to the others.
Plop!
The young man reacted and immediately dropped to his knees, banging his head hard onto the ground three times.
âThank you Teacher Sun for the bestowment!â
Tears gushed out from the young manâs eyes, covering his face. His body also trembled incessantly from the agitation.
Learning this cultivation art would make his prospects even brighter. It could be said that something that was considered to be a small favor to Sun Mo had changed his life.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Passerby Young Man +1,000. Respect (2,500/10,000).
âYou can get up!â
Sun Mo helped the young man up. âI only imparted the cultivation art to you because I saw that youâre tenacious, not backing off even in a tough battle. When you encounter other failures in life in the future, think back about the battle today.â
âI will remember Teacher Sunâs teachings!â
The young man said respectfully.
The other young man, who had just won the fight and was celebrating with his companions, saw that his opponent had received the Minor Dragon Elephant Art. He instantly felt less happy about this victory.
This was a superior-grade heaven-tier cultivation art!
(I want it too! F*ck your mom! If I knew this would happen, Iâd lose the battle intentionally.)
To people like them who came from poor families, such a cultivation art could be used as their family heirloom, one that was passed down only to the sons and not the daughters.
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