This old man was called Yang Shizhan, and he was a secondary saint.
His family's Heavenly Origin Divine Body was known as one of the strongest body arts in the Nine Provinces. It was said that when cultivated to the extreme, one could shatter the stars with their fists and shatter the sun and moon with their feet.
200 years ago, countless young heroes broke through the Yang Clan's doorstep, wanting to be his disciple.
After Yang Shizhan became a secondary saint, he didn't accept disciples like other secondary saints and did his best to expand his influence. He still accepted disciples with the principle of 'better to have nothing than to have someone substandard'.
His educational philosophy was that a strict teacher would produce outstanding disciples, and a filial son would be produced under the rod. Therefore, he often beat and scolded his students, displaying the dignity of a teacher.
The disciples acknowledged Yang Shizhan as their master because they wanted to learn top-notch divine arts. However, they had to practice their basic skills every day. In addition to the strict teaching, they had long been dissatisfied.
The fuse that triggered this nightmare was a young man that Yang Shizhan had taken in recently.
Yang Shizhan taught him the Heavenly Origin Divine Body, but those personal disciples felt that they had been deceived. They felt that everything their teacher said was perfunctory and that he didn't want to teach them that divine art at all.
Therefore, when Yang Shizhan went out to give lectures, they massacred his entire family, raped and killed his youngest daughter, and even turned his junior martial brother's bones into ashes.
After Yang Shizhan knew about this, he killed his way to the homes of these personal disciples and also massacred their entire family. He didn't even spare their distant relatives.
"It's understandable!"
Sun Mo sighed. People in the Nine Provinces paid particular attention to revenge when there was a grudge. With his family killed, it would be strange if Yang Shizhan didn't go crazy.
If he wanted to blame someone, he could only blame those personal disciples.
"After doing all this, Yang Shizhan regretted it. He knew that he had made a huge mistake. He didn't accept Daybreak Sovereign's invitation to join Dark Dawn. Instead, he took the initiative to plead guilty and came to the Impassable Prison."
Hu Xingjiang sighed. "In order to atone for his crimes, he blinded his eyes, cut off his ears, and even cut open his mouth."
"Ruthless enough."
Sun Mo's scalp turned numb.
"Not only that, but he also took the initiative to be an experimental subject, testing medicine for the Saint Gate, experimenting with new spiritual control techniques, puppeteer techniques, and many dangerous experiments of various subjects were all tested on him."
A secondary sage's body and will were strong, and his knowledge was even more profound. As a test subject, he could give better feedback.
"He's a good man. He made a mistake, and his life was ruined."
Actually, Yang Shizhan could totally join Dark Dawn, but the justice in his heart didn't allow him to do so.
"Later on, people found out that the young disciple was actually Yang Shizhan's illegitimate son. He taught him the Heavenly Essence Divine Body because, firstly, he wanted to make up for it. He wanted to give his best to him. Secondly, it was because his illegitimate son's health was poor. He wanted him to use the divine technique to train his body to become healthy."
Hu Xingjiang punched the wall. "Of course, those personal disciples are also heartless and ungrateful."
"Teacher Hu, don't get angry!"
Sun Mo consoled.
He had heard that in the past, opera singers and crosstalk performers, if their disciples left the sect, would have their voices poisoned by their masters.
"After Yang Shizhan's tragedy, there's one good thing. The great teachers have started to reflect on their own actions. When the time comes, they will teach their own ultimate techniques."
Hu Xingjiang couldn't stand the tradition of great teachers hiding things. Their disciples had to prove their loyalty and display absolute talent before they could learn their own ultimate techniques. It was as if if they didn't do so, their ultimate techniques would be covered in dust.
In truth, other than a few great teachers who were evil and used their disciples as chess pieces, the majority of great teachers treated their disciples like half a child.
If they were taught too late, it would affect their growth instead.
"Teacher Sun, I'm very impressed with you on this matter!"
Hu Xingjiang praised.
He had seen Sun Mo's information before, so he knew that Sun Mo imparted everything he knew to his students. He could casually teach divine-tier cultivation arts.
"Teacher Hu, you praise me too much!"
Sun Mo hurriedly said that he didn't deserve it. After that, he asked, "Did you bring me here because you want me to treat him?"
"It's all because of Teacher Yang's guidance that I was able to become a secondary saint. Therefore, I want to repay him!"
Hu Xingjiang looked at Sun Mo and said sincerely, "As long as you can treat him, I'm willing to pay any price."
"Teacher Hu, I believe you can tell that he has been seeking death since a long time ago. The reason why he hasn't died yet is purely because his physique is strong. He's waiting for the next test subject to continue atoning for his sins."
To put it bluntly, Yang Shizhan no longer cared about his body.
"That will depend on Teacher Sun's capabilities!"
Hu Xingjiang tried many times but was unable to summon Yang Shizhan's essence, qi, and spirit.
"Alright then!"
If it was a bad person, Sun Mo would definitely not care. However, although this person had also killed people, he had been an experimental subject for 200 years and ended up in such a miserable state. It was time for him to atone for his sins.
Hu Xingjiang left, leaving Sun Mo alone.
Honestly speaking, it was very scary to stay in a dark prison with a human swine. Sun Mo could only endure it and check Yang Shizhan's body first.
The problem was very big, especially the broken limbs. It wasn't something that the ancient massaging technique could heal.
Of course, the most important thing was to heal Yang Shizhan's mental trauma.
"Secondary Saint Yang, I'm Sun Mo!"
Sun Mo sat opposite him and started to talk about his experiences.
"Back then, I wasn't even an intern teacher, but Ziqi and Zhiruo were willing to come under my tutelage..."
Sun Mo placed the emphasis on the interaction between teachers and students, as well as the cleverness and intelligence of his disciples.
As expected, Yang Shizhan seemed to be unable to endure the stimulation of such a heartwarming scene. His body swayed slightly and he wanted to turn his back toward Sun Mo.
It was a pity that he didn't have arms and legs, so he couldn't do such a thing.
"My disciples are very hardworking!"
Sun Mo started to flaunt his Calabash Brothers.
Three hours later, Sun Mo stood up.
"I won't feel that you are a good person just because of Hu Xingjiang's one-sided words. I will use my own eyes to judge."
Sun Mo had already seen Yang Shizhan's data through Divine Sight. It was true that Yang Shizhan was willing to be an experimental subject.
"You think that you are atoning for your sins, but I feel that you are using such a self-harming method to repent and escape. You are doing this to your family members who died because of you, to those people you killed, and even to those personal disciples of yours."
Sun Mo opened up Yang Shizhan's scars. "You are a secondary saint, and your greatest value is that you have a bellyful of talents. You should work hard to nurture more talents and fight for the sake of more people in the Nine Provinces. This is the atonement for your sins."
Yang Shizhan was unmoved.
"I have a peerless-grade saint-tier cultivation art called the Undying Mystic Art. It's said that if one cultivates it to the great perfection stage, they would be able to live forever and ascend to immortality."
Sun Mo walked up to Yang Shizhan. "I don't know if it can be done or not, but I know that this cultivation art can regrow severed limbs and reconstruct the body. Now, I'll impart it to you!"
Sun Mo recalled the important points of this cultivation art in his mind. At the same time, his right hand lit up with white light. After that, he punched out toward Yang Shizhan.
Soul Imprint!
Boom!
A tremendous amount of information immediately gushed into Yang Shizhan's body.
"I'm leaving. Think about my words seriously!"
Sun Mo left.
Yang Shizhan's body trembled intensely. He was a secondary saint and could naturally differentiate the authenticity of this cultivation art.
But why did he want to teach it to him?
What was his motive?
Sun Mo continued to use the ancient massage technique to treat the prisoner and then dueled.
Three days later, Sun Mo returned here again.
Yang Shizhan didn't move at all. There were no signs of him cultivating at all.
"Why did you reject my good intentions?"
Sun Mo didn't understand. "Don't worry, I don't want anything from you. I just don't want to see a secondary saint fall and waste his talents!"
After saying this, Sun Mo started to talk about the daily trifles of the Calabash Brothers and his expectations for them.
"I want to see them achieve success and recognition!"
Sun Mo left. Again!
Once.
Twice.
Thrice!
...
Three months passed. Yang Shizhan was still like a dead fish, lying on the ice-cold bed, not moving at all. But this time around, he took the initiative to speak.
"Don't come. I'm not fit to be a teacher!"
Although his mouth and tongue were destroyed, Yang Shizhan was a secondary saint. He didn't need a tongue and could rely on his consciousness to transmit the words he wanted to say into the minds of others.
"If your disciple makes a mistake, will you give them a chance to turn over a new leaf?"
Sun Mo didn't answer the question.
Yang Shizhan fell silent.
"I definitely will. Then why don't you give yourself a chance?"
Sun Mo counter-asked.
"I'm a secondary saint. The sins I've committed are unforgivable."
Yang Shizhan's expression was very painful.
For the past 200 years, there wasn't a day that he didn't spend in regret.
"Haha, you're really arrogant. So what if you're a secondary saint?"
Sun Mo mocked. "I didn't expect that after lying in bed for 200 years, you can't even see through this little bit of fame and fortune. It's no wonder that your personal disciple would betray you."
Yang Shizhan froze. It was because deep down, he still viewed the title of secondary saint as very honorable.
"Yang Shizhan, remember this. Even if you become a saint, you're still a teacher first. Your most fundamental responsibility is to educate people."
Sun Mo lectured.
"Saints have students all over the world and are very powerful. But for ordinary private school teachers who teach young children how to read and write, enlighten them, and teach them the principles of how to be a person, could it be that their work is meaningless?
"A saint represents a high level of thought and great achievements. But to a young child, the teacher who teaches him how to read and write, how to be filial to his parents, and how to survive in this society is the true 'saint'."
Bzz!
Priceless Advice was activated. The golden motes of light illuminated the dark prison, making it look as warm as spring.
Sun Mo sighed. "Yang Shizhan, you're too obsessed!"
Yang Shizhan was stunned. Each of Sun Mo's words was like the chisel of the thunder god, fiercely piercing into his head.
"Secondary Saint Yang, don't forget your original aspiration when you comprehended the self-taught skill back then. Educating people is the great Dao that we should persist in. Saint?"
Sun Mo's lips twitched. "It's just a fleeting cloud!"
"Original aspiration? My original aspiration? "
Yang Shizhan couldn't help but think back to his school days.
Back then, it was summer vacation. Yang Shizhan was in the fields, teaching the poor children who couldn't afford to attend a private school to read and write.
When he thought of the happy smiles on the children's faces when they learned how to write their own names, Yang Shizhan made a decision.
"I, Yang Shizhan, want all the children in this world to know how to write their own names and the names of their family members."
In the Nine Provinces where the illiteracy rate was off the charts, one could say that Yang Shizhan's dream was grand and majestic.
(But after that, I became a genius great teacher and was praised in all sorts of ways, gaining an extremely high status. Gradually, I forgot my original aspiration and only wanted to keep improving, teaching students who wouldn't bring shame to my reputation...)
"Teacher Yang, start over and fulfill your original aspiration!"
After Sun Mo spoke, he turned and left.
"Many thanks for Teacher's guidance!"
Yang Shizhan was convinced. After that, he started to cultivate the Undying Mystic Art.
...
In the office, Hu Xingjiang watched the scene of Sun Mo consoling Yang Shizhan through a little bug puppet. He couldn't help but sigh in amazement.
As expected of the most dazzling rising star in the great teacher world. Sun Mo's excellence was unmatched.
"Not forgetting your original aspiration. Well said!"
Hu Xingjiang's heart was also pounding and seething. He thought of how he had hidden on this island because he was disgusted with the world, wasting his time.
(Back then, why did I want to become a great teacher?)
Hu Xingjiang recalled the memory of when he comprehended the self-taught skill.
...
"I heard that Sun Mo frequently went down to meet Yang Shizhan recently? Is he trying to treat him and do him a favor? "
"If the Central Province Academy had another secondary saint, their strength would increase greatly!"
"Increase my a * s. Have you not seen Yang Shizhan's miserable state?"
When the prison guards gathered together, they would discuss this problem. After all, Yang Shizhan could be considered a famous character here.
As a secondary saint, he had to atone for his crimes in 200 years. If he wanted to leave, no one would be able to stop him. However, he chose to exile himself.
"No matter how powerful Sun Mo's God Hands are, it's impossible for him to make Yang Shizhan completely fine!"
Ji Han passed by and berated, "Don't discuss such a topic in the future!"
After the final conversation that day, Sun Mo no longer went down to the lower levels. He wasn't Yang Shizhan's father. Moreover, Buddha didn't save the second child. If this guy wanted to die, Sun Mo couldn't stop him, right?
Hence, Sun Mo returned to his normal life.
Massaging, dueling, fishing out cultivation arts.
No one knew that Sun Mo could unleash all the knowledge they had grasped. On the contrary, their favorable impression of Sun Mo increased greatly because of the massaging.
"Teacher Sun, can your God Hands treat lunatics?"
Yu Lin was curious.
"No!"
Sun Mo rolled his eyes. "Do you really think that I'm omnipotent?"
"It's a pity!"
Yu Lin sighed. "That lunatic who's babbling nonsense is a secondary saint. If you can treat him, you'll definitely benefit endlessly!"
"How did he go crazy?"
Sun Mo asked before, but Hu Xingjiang didn't say anything.
"Who knows? Maybe he has done too many bad things?"
Yu Lin didn't know either. "Oh right, do you want to solve the second riddle? Now, everyone is waiting! "
"Not interested!"
Sun Mo was now a free man and had obtained Hu Xingjiang's permission. He didn't need to abide by the one-week rule and could enter and leave the prison at any time.
This preferential treatment made Lian Hongying and the others extremely envious.
"You clearly have the capabilities, but you don't do it. How infuriating!"
Yu Lin was very disappointed. "If I were you, I'd do all sorts of major things and let the world know of me! Respect me! Fear me! "
"I'm also convinced that someone like you can become a great teacher!"
Sun Mo glared at Yu Lin.
"I was wrong, I'll change!"
Yu Lin quickly smiled and apologized.
"Teacher Sun, are you free?"
Ji Han came over hurriedly.
"What's wrong?"
Sun Mo frowned.
"A prisoner ran away!"
Ji Han's expression was gloomy.
"Why are you looking for me if the prisoner ran away?"
Sun Mo was speechless. Wait a minute, it couldn't be Yang Shizhan, right?
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