Ding!
"Congratulations, you've obtained the great teacher halo 'Silence Out of Fear'. Proficiency level: elementary-grade!"
"Note: After this halo is released, it will strengthen your aura, causing others to be filled with reverence and fear. It will also prevent others from speaking, reaching a state where 'if I don't speak first when spring comes, which bug would dare to make a sound'!"
"When using this halo against others, it will allow you to be in an undefeatable position!"
Sun Mo was overjoyed as he looked at the system's introduction.
This halo was very interesting, and its practicality wasn't bad either!
It was like a tiger trembling, causing the other party to feel fear. This was especially so when there was a disagreement and they were exchanging insults. Once released, the other party wouldn't even be able to say anything and could only endure the insults.
It was a little shameless!
Usually speaking, great teachers would seek to convince others with virtue and make their opponents submit wholeheartedly. Hence, debates were a common occurrence.
Unless it was someone who wasn't worthy enough to compete with, even a saint would give his opponent the right to speak.
In summary, other than being able to release some tyrannical aura, this halo didn't have much use.
Of course, even though it was useless, those who could comprehend it were all highly respected great teachers who had never been defeated in an argument.
Only great teachers who had won many battles would be able to nurture such confidence and bearing.
Sun Mo silently counted. He already had 20 great teacher halos, two pairs. If he added one more, he would reach the standard for the 7-star great teacher examination.
"An invincible life is as lonely as snow!"
Sun Mo mocked himself and continued to open the treasure chests.
Ding!
"Congratulations, you've obtained [National Champion]. Proficiency level: expert-grade."
"What is it?"
Sun Mo hurriedly looked at the introduction and discovered that it was a skill book that taught how to play Go. The so-called National Champion meant that one was the best in the entire country.
Usually, only the most impressive Go players would receive this honor.
In the Nine Provinces, from the officials and nobles to the prostitutes and servants, they would all play Go to cultivate their character and temper their temperament. Even in the modern era, Go was an elegant competition.
People would subconsciously feel that those who played Go were all very impressive and had very high intellect.
"This is a good thing, but I'm not interested in Go."
Sun Mo was speechless. He liked leisure activities that didn't require too much effort. Wouldn't playing a game or fighting the landlord be more worrisome than playing Go?
If this was in the modern era, he could still play Go online to show off. But in ancient times?
The papaya girl's chess skills weren't bad.
"Let's continue!"
Sun Mo instructed. (If I have the time to play chess, I might as well spend it on drawing. The kind with a yellow-haired minotaur.)
The last treasure chest was opened. It was another skill book!
Ding!
"Congratulations! You have obtained 100 types of uncommon Spirit Controlling Arts! Proficiency: Specialist!"
"Warning, due to the rarity of this type of spirit communication technique, even the system is unable to know all of its effects. Therefore, there may be risks involved. If there is no need, please do not use it."
Can't you be more reliable?
Sun Mo's lips twitched.
He understood that this kind of psychic technique was like a small number of drugs that were developed for a certain type of disease. After a long time, people would discover that these drugs had side effects.
However, being able to learn more spiritual incantations was also of great value to Sun Mo.
The art of spiritual control could summon spiritual beasts. Therefore, it could be understood that a spiritual control art was the password to communicate with a type of spiritual beast.
When Sun Mo learned enough spiritual control arts, he would be able to summarize the rules and research a unique spiritual incantation.
To a spiritual controller, the art of spiritual control was the foundation of their footing. If one wasn't their personal disciple, they would definitely not impart it to them. Therefore, even in the Nine Greats, there were very few classes on the art of spiritual control. At most, they would teach some general knowledge and learn some simple summoning arts.
For example, the three great divine languages of spiritual control that Sun Mo had mastered were precious incantations that could give birth to an aristocratic clan of spiritual control. If Sun Mo was willing to sell them, everyone in the Nine Provinces, regardless of whether they knew the art of spiritual control or not, would fight to the death for them.
If Sun Mo were to sell these 100 types of uncommon spiritual control arts, no one might be willing to pay 10 million spirit stones for them. However, it was absolutely not a problem to sell them for 1 million spirit stones.
"Zhiruo, go and call Ziqi over. I'll teach you a few types of spiritual control arts, but if there's no need, don't use them recklessly!"
Sun Mo was bored and hence, he started to teach.
Over ten days later, Sun Mo's group finally returned to Jinling after being away for over a year.
The two sides of the Qinhuai River were filled with flowers and beauties. The fragrance of wine permeated the air, causing people to feel intoxicated even before they drank the wine!
...
Everything was fine in the Central Province Academy.
After returning to his own territory, Sun Mo could have let his subordinates handle the minor matters like arranging the lodgings for the great teachers he had headhunted. However, he didn't. He did it personally and even told Bai Fu and the others that if they had any requests, there was no need to hold back.
Sun Mo was even worried that they wouldn't be used to the food in Jiangnan. Hence, he spent a lot of money to hire six chefs from a big restaurant in Liao Capital.
Such meticulous concern helped Sun Mo gain a huge wave of favorable impression points.
After settling these people down, Sun Mo and An Xinhui went to look for Shi Sheng to understand what had happened in the past year.
The most important thing was that in the 'B' grade league tournament at the end of last year, the entire school had been ranked in the middle and lower ranks under Secondary Saint Shi's leadership. However, they hadn't been relegated.
This was already a pretty good result for a team that had lost Sun Mo and An Xinhui.
As expected, having an old man at home was like having a treasure!
"It would be great if grandpa could wake up!"
An Xinhui sighed.
"He will recover!"
Sun Mo consoled.
...
After returning to the villa, Sun Mo slept for an entire day to recuperate.
Early the next morning, the Calabash Brothers came over, waiting to pay their respects.
"Teacher has become the honorary headmaster of the Black-White Academy. In that case, we shouldn't be stopped if we go to experience that black-and-white game, right?"
Qin Yaoguang's eyes were filled with curiosity. After all, that was a thousand-year-old puzzle of this famous school. It was said that if one didn't clear the game, they wouldn't be able to survive.
"What's the point of a game that Teacher has already cleared?"
Tantai Yutang wasn't interested.
"It's truly regretful that we can't be by Teacher's side and appreciate his glory!"
Helian Beifang sighed.
"Seconded!"
Xianyu Wei nodded.
A year had passed, and these Calabash Brothers who were in their puberty period had all changed greatly.
Sun Mo came to the living room. When he saw them, he didn't dare to recognize them.
Ying Baiwu was the first to notice Sun Mo's figure. She was the first to stand up and bow to greet him.
"Teacher, good morning!"
Zeng! Zeng! Zeng!
The others also stood up and bowed respectfully.
"There's no need to be so polite. Sit!"
Sun Mo smiled.
Ying Baiwu's figure was tall to begin with, and now, she stood out even more like a supermodel. (But are your breasts too flat?)
(The little sunny egg has finally found a companion.)
(Also, why are your dressing and demeanor becoming more and more androgynous?)
Sun Mo instinctively thought of Dongfang Bubai, who was played by Actress Lin.
"Baiwu, are you starting to practice your blade arts now?"
Sun Mo noticed that the iron-headed girl had a short blade at her waist.
"Reporting to Teacher, I feel that my archery skills are lacking. Hence, I thought of this method to make up for it!"
Ying Baiwu was a pragmatist.
She would use bows and arrows for long distances and short blades for short distances. Moreover, a short blade that was one foot long was convenient to carry around. Hence, even if she didn't like it, she would still learn it.
"Sure!"
Sun Mo nodded. "However, you are still very young. There's no need to force yourself to work so hard. You can learn some cultivation arts or weapons that you like!"
Xuanyuan Po grew taller and more muscular, but he wasn't an American-styled muscular guy. Instead, he was imposing and sturdy. His gaze was cold and as he glanced around, his gaze was like a spear. It was as if he wanted to knock someone off their horse.
"Xuanyuan, you have to restrain your aura!"
Sun Mo frowned.
"Ah? Why? I feel that it's quite good. This way, others wouldn't dare to offend Senior Brother Xuanyuan! "
Xianyu Wei didn't understand.
"His aura is brought about by his spear intent. His spear arts are improving too quickly and have already started to affect his internal organs, affecting his qi and blood. If he doesn't recuperate his body, hidden injuries will be left behind and affect his future accomplishments."
"Xuanyuan, being too rigid is easy to break. Combining hardness and softness is the true way!"
Sun Mo guided Xuanyuan Po. His expression didn't change, but his heart was filled with consolation.
This white-robed young man's aptitude was really too good. He might be able to become a spear saint when he was 20 years old.
"What should I do?"
During this month, Xuanyuan Po could also feel the changes in his body. His qi and blood were churning frequently, and he always wanted to fight to vent his anger.
Hence, he started to challenge his seniors.
He won more than he lost, causing his reputation to grow even greater.
However, very soon, no one fought with him anymore because he didn't know how to control his strength.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was Sun Mo's personal disciple, people would have joined forces to find trouble with him.
"Abandon the spear and learn fist arts. I'll teach you fist arts for a day later. Cultivate your character and temper yourself for three months!"
Sun Mo arranged.
Xuanyuan Po's brows twitched. Since he was 3 years old, he had been practicing the spear every day without stopping. However, this was his teacher's order, and he didn't go against it.
"Disciple obeys!"
Qin Yaoguang felt very astonished when she saw Sun Mo guiding Ying Baiwu and Xuanyuan Po. Her teacher didn't even touch them, right?
How did he know about their situation?
It couldn't be that he could see it with a pair of eyes, right?
Sun Mo looked toward Jiang Leng and only said two words.
"Very good!"
Although this young man's aura was still a little gloomy and cold, he was getting more and more stable. His rationality and self-discipline allowed him to arrange his life and study in an orderly manner.
There was really nothing much to give him!
(Sigh!
If everyone was like Jiang Leng, I'd be able to save myself a lot of trouble!)
Sun Mo sighed ruefully. He looked toward Tantai Yutang as his expression sank.
"Didn't I tell you not to delve too deeply into poison?"
Using Divine Sight, Sun Mo discovered that a few types of poison had accumulated in the sickly invalid's body.
"Teacher, I was wrong!"
Tantai Yutang knelt down.
His enemy was extremely powerful and didn't know how to use poison. It wasn't easy to kill him by relying on ordinary methods.
"My blood can suppress the unknown poison in your body, but it can't treat the root of the problem. You'd better cherish your body."
After Sun Mo had devoured the divine remains in the Dragonspirit Manor, his blood had gained such a miraculous effect. If it wasn't for Tantai Yutang drinking his blood, he would have died a long time ago.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
