Chapter 908 - Obtaining the Great Desolation Dragon Subduing Scripture

Translator: Lordbluefire

“Master, what are you still thinking about? Agree quickly!” the scarab urged.

(It’s a Saint! He wants to accept you as a student, so why are you still acting reserved? You should hurry up and kowtow! If you miss this chance, there won’t be another one in the future.)

In the Nine Provinces, respecting one’s teacher and seeking knowledge were heavily emphasized. Being able to enter the tutelage of a saint was something all students thirsted the most for.

How many people were there in this world?

How many secondary saints were there?

So, if one could enter the tutelage of a 7-star or 8-star great teacher, it would already be their greatest wish. As for a 9-star secondary saint?

One might only be able to achieve this when one were dreaming.

Sun Mo inhaled deeply and spoke out in rejection, “Sorry, I have no understanding about you.”

“Master, is your brain damaged? He’s a Saint. His thigh is so thick that once you hug it, you can even curse at the Great Tang Emperor and he won’t dare to do anything to you. Why can’t you think through things properly?”

The scarab grew anxious.

“It’s my negligence!”

The lips of the Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves twitched. “Let me introduce myself. My name is Teng Wanye. I’m proficient in botany, herbology, alchemy, etc. At the same time, I’m also good in Gu Poison, the study of puppetry, beast taming, and some miscellaneous stuff. I cultivate the Ten Thousand Leaves Green Footprint Divine Art, a peerless saint-tier cultivation art.”

“Master, the subjects this person is proficient in are also those you have researched before. If you followed him, your attainments would take a step forward and improve!”

The scarab started persuading again.

Teng Wanye’s usage of words ‘proficient’ and ‘good’ was because of modesty. ‘Proficient’ meant he was at the great ancestor level, while ‘good’ meant he was at the grandmaster level.

Even for subjects he didn’t mention, he had definitely skimmed through them before and maybe he was just at the expert level. However, being at the expert level was not worthy of being mentioned in the eyes of saints.

“Many thanks for Saint’s love and doting for me, but please forgive me as I have to reject it.”

This time around, Sun Mo bowed slightly.

Because Teng Wanye was one of the three great Saints of Dark Dawn, his status was noble and he was mysterious. Even the Saint Gate didn’t have much information about him. But now, Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves had told Sun Mo so many things about him.

This was sincerity. He clearly had the intention of accepting Sun Mo as a personal student.

(But it’s a pity... I don’t like you as a person.)

“That’s too regretful.”

Teng Wanye stared at Sun Mo, his expression somewhat disappointed.

When an ordinary person died, their sons and daughters would still remember them. But if all their descendants died, it meant that there wouldn’t even be a trace of their existence in the world.

Naturally, ordinary people wouldn’t have such thoughts. If they died, they died.

But things were different for great teachers. This was especially so for those who were qualified to publish their theories. They would naturally hope for some people to inherit their knowledge.

Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves was the same as well.

His knowledge was too profound, and only top geniuses could understand it. This was why he cherished Sun Mo.

It was like those kings in ancient times who couldn’t bear to kill the absolute beauties they had captured in times of war. They would rather send the beauties into their harem.

To great teachers, students with outstanding talents were their ‘beauties’.

To ‘conquer’ genius students, making the students respectfully kneel before them to listen to their teachings would then give them a sense of accomplishment.

Hence, Teng Wanye flicked his finger.

Swish~

A green seed the size of a fingernail flashed and dug itself into Sun Mo’s glabella.

Kacha! Kacha~

The seed immediately germinated the moment it came in contact with Sun Mo’s skin. Over ten root whispers surrounded Sun Mo’s head. After that, they exerted force and tunneled in.

“It’s over, we are going to die.”

The scarab was in despair.

Why would there be some people like Sun Mo who was unafraid of death?

Sun Mo felt like his head was a watermelon being wrapped by a net. It was being compressed and about to explode. But with a thud, the root whispers actually burrowed into his skull.

Other than some wounds, no one was able to tell there was anything inappropriate.

“This looks like a ‘seed’, but is actually a type of gu-bug. I planted it in your brain and it will release my knowledge. As long as you are capable of learning and understanding it, you will be able to live on. If you cannot decipher the knowledge, you will be killed by the gu-bug and you will die from your brains being exploded.”

Teng Wanye explained.

This was a trial he set for Sun Mo. If Sun Mo died, it meant his talent was mediocre. If he could survive until the end, it meant Sun Mo was worthy of him acting to clear all difficulties and accept Sun Mo as a disciple.

“He most probably wouldn’t be able to survive until the end, right?”

Teng Wanye didn’t harbor too great of a hope. Over the centuries, he had planted over 300 seeds, but those who survived were not more than three.

Each of the three was a genius, a super rising star ranked within the top three of the Great Teachers Hero Rankings.

Sun Mo felt like a large amount of water had just flooded his brain. It was extremely unbearable.

Teng Wanye cast a glance at Murong Mingyue but didn’t kill her. She was a great ancestor in the niche subject of puppetry. If he killed her, it would be too much of a pity.

“Live on well. I hope you can bring the study of puppetry into a new domain!”

Teng Wanye’s feet weren’t on the ground. He floated to the unconscious Wanyan Mei and did a general inspection. After that, he snapped his fingers repeatedly.

Numerous green-colored seeds entered Wanyan Mei’s body and released large amounts of life essence for her.

Wanyan Mei began glowing with a green light. Her injuries then swiftly recovered.

After doing all of this, a huge vine suddenly appeared beneath Teng Wanye’s feet. It enveloped his body and suddenly exploded with tons of leaves covering the sky. Amidst the explosion, Teng Wanye vanished.

“Boohoohoo. Master, we survived.”

The scarab’s tears were flowing down its face. Although a gu-bug was planted in its master’s head and he might die in the future, it didn’t matter. At the very least, they were still alive now.

Every day they were alive for, they could enjoy life a day longer.

However, his master’s talent was truly shocking. He actually caused a Saint to admire him.

But Sun Mo couldn’t feel any joy when he saw a scene of desolation – the shattered corpses and pieces of flesh and blood in the Dragon Heart Great Hall.

Who would have imagined that the ending would be like this?

“My dragon soul...I haven’t even warmed my hands after I obtained it and it’s gone now.”

Sun Mo sighed.

“Teacher Sun, maintain your silence.”

A voice suddenly rang out in Sun Mo’s mind, causing his brows to be lifted and his emotions to stir. But an instant later, he forcefully suppressed his agitation.

“Weren’t you captured?”

Sun Mo was curious because the voice who spoke belonged to the dragon soul.

“Yup, but we signed a contract using the spiritual divine language. So, my soul can temporarily reside in your body.”

The dragon soul explained.

It had been imprisoned for so many years and had long since learned to be clever. Earlier, although it had been very mighty and tyrannical, its true divine spirit had long since hidden itself in Sun Mo’s body.

It wouldn’t come out even if it was beaten to death.

It didn’t expect that its cautiousness allowed it to escape a calamity.

“I have to absorb some of your life essence again or I will die. Please bear with me.”

The dragon soul spoke for the sake of ‘breakfast’. If it wasn’t in dire need of life essence, given its cautiousness, it would wait for ten days to even half a month for that Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves to leave completely before it appeared.

Otherwise, what if the Saint hid in the shadows and discovered it?

Luckily, Sun Mo’s nerves were pretty solid. He didn’t reveal any flaws in his expression.

Sun Mo suddenly felt a joy of gaining something back he thought lost.

Since the dragon soul existed, it meant that the Great Desolation Dragon Subduing Scripture was in his hands too. He had profited tremendously this time around!

And at this moment, the sounds of hurried footsteps rang out from outside the great hall.

[1] Note: Teng Wanye is the name of Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves.. Ten-Thousand Leaves is his title and interestingly, the raws for Wanye are literally translated as Ten Thousand Leaves.