When everyone woke up from their dream, their faces were filled with astonishment.
Sun Mo had condensed a sacred heart. What was even more terrifying was that he had only used half a day!
"Yasheng Sun, how did you do it?"
Ji Xiangdong asked respectfully. His tone was filled with respect, like a student seeking guidance from a teacher.
"This sacred book seems to allow great teachers to look through their entire lives. I can be considered to have an advantage because I experienced life and death a few years ago."
Sun Mo didn't keep it to himself and answered generously, "The kind that can almost guarantee death."
Everyone was stunned, not expecting such an answer. After that, they bowed respectfully in unison.
Even the competitors for the position of secondary saint were no exception.
Zhou Yasheng had a depressed look on his face, hoping that Sun Mo wouldn't speak.
Next, the battle techniques continued. Chen Zhiming didn't want to wait and took the initiative to step out, becoming the second to read the sacred book.
As Sun Mo left the hall, the number of spectators decreased by a lot. After all, Chen Zhiming wasn't famous. It was really boring to see someone sitting there alone.
One day later, Chen Zhiming came out. Nothing happened to his body.
Xu Chunbo didn't comment because he knew that this was already a very good performance.
Gao Ning and Du Changgong came out one after another. Nothing happened to their bodies. When it was Fang Hong's turn, she comprehended a great teacher halo.
It was called Female Beard.
After this halo was cast on a certain woman, her combat strength would immediately increase by several times, reaching a maximum of ten times.
"Not bad. Although Fang Hong didn't condense a sacred heart, you comprehended a great teacher halo. This means that you have a very high chance of becoming a secondary saint!"
Xu Chunbo was very satisfied because this was a brand new great teacher halo.
As the only female secondary saint vying for the position of the sect leader, Fang Hong was very proud and looked at men as though they were dirt.
"I want to become such a great teacher!"
Gu Xiuxun was envious.
"It's better not. I heard that her marriage isn't happy!"
Jin Mujie sighed. (You don't understand. After Fang Hong's heart was broken by a man, she focused all her energy on teaching.)
When the sixth secondary saint, Zhang Shen, came out, everyone was guessing what stunning performance he would have. After reading the sacred book for half a day, he suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood. Half of his chest exploded.
Everyone was stunned.
Although Zhang Shen's life was saved after being treated by more than ten top-notch doctors, his' Sacred Heart 'was shattered.
That's right, he was only a step away from condensing a Sacred Heart, but he still failed in the end because his willpower was not strong enough.
To put it bluntly, he had never experienced the path of mind that was comparable to life and death, so he was still confused about the Dao that he pursued and adhered to.
This scene scared everyone out of their wits, but it would be too embarrassing if they were to give up. Therefore, the quasi-sages braced themselves and went on.
The seventh person, Cui Kaizhi, closed the Holy Scripture one day later.
"I withdraw from the competition!"
With that, Cui Kaizhi left.
"Eh? Are you scared? "
The onlookers were dumbfounded. They felt that Cui Kaizhi might not even be in the mood to study the Holy Bible that day.
It was Xu Chunbo who stood up to clarify for him. "Don't make wild guesses and question his character. This Holy Scripture will allow one to see their own shortcomings. Cui Yasheng's willingness to forfeit is also a kind of mental elevation!"
The Holy Bible could let people see their true selves.
As the saying went, one couldn't see the true face of Mount Lu because they were on the mountain. This was the case for everyone.
People would always instinctively reject words that criticized them.
The battle technique continued. On the same day that Second Saint Zhou passed, Li Ziqi also rushed to the Saint Gate and witnessed him comprehending the Courage After Knowing Shame!
This halo was considered relatively common, but Second Saint Zhou didn't know it. This was because he had always been a heaven's pride since he was young and had never tasted failure before. Therefore, it was impossible for him to comprehend this great teacher halo.
However, the blow brought by Li Ziqi was too great, causing Second Saint Zhou to lose his appetite and feel depressed all day long. He wanted nothing more than to turn back time and correct this mistake.
On this day in the Holy Bible, he experienced the feeling of humiliation again. Therefore, he naturally comprehended the Courage After Knowing Shame After Knowing Shame.
The effect of this halo was that after a person was humiliated, they would burst forth with great potential.
"This works too?"
Qin Yaoguang felt very angry.
"Second Saint Zhou has only made a mistake because of Ziqi in his life!"
Mei Ziyu thought that this was the true talent of a top-notch great teacher. This accident might allow Second Saint Zhou to touch the path of a saint.
The last person to appear was Bao Dewei, who was the oldest. Although he tried his best to conceal it, many high-ranking great teachers could still see his wavering and conflicted expression.
This was especially so after he started flipping through the Holy Bible. His expression kept changing, from malevolence, terror, and ecstasy. He was simply like a lunatic!
Everyone even suggested if they should get Xu Chunbo to wake Bao Dewei up. They didn't want to see another secondary saint's heart shatter.
"Sigh, he's also a pitiful person!"
Xu Chunbo sighed. Although he sympathized with Bao Dewei, he didn't stop him. It was because that would be pity and would make Bao Dewei feel even more inferior.
Bao Dewei achieved success at a young age and was also a great teacher who had created records. When he was 250 years old, he became an 8-star great teacher. Everyone said that he would become a secondary saint, but in the following several hundred years, he had been wasting his time. Even the threshold of a secondary saint had only been reached ten years ago.
When Bao Dewei came out, he was drenched in sweat. In just a day, he had become so skinny that he was only skin and bones. It was as if a gust of wind would blow him away.
His students wanted to go up to support him, but he pushed them away.
"I can walk!"
Bao Dewei was expressionless. But after his figure disappeared from their vision, everyone heard a mournful wail.
He was unwilling to accept this, but there was nothing he could do!
After all, there would always be a time when one's strength was limited!
The second round ended. One person was seriously injured, and one had withdrawn. There were only seven people left.
Xu Chunbo still didn't comment on the competition. Instead, he announced the start of the third round.
"According to the usual practice, the content of the competition would surely get increasingly difficult. There won't be any deaths in this round, right?"
"That's right. Every secondary saint is a treasure in the great teacher world. Let alone death, even if they were crippled, it would still be a huge loss!"
"Sigh, this is life, right? Since they chose to compete, they have to face this pressure! "
What Xu Chunbo meant was that everyone had seen the performance of the secondary saints. After the competition ended, they would naturally know who was the most suitable to be the sect master.
But from the looks of it, someone would be eliminated in every round. It was unknown if there would be a single seedling left in the end.
The sunlight in the morning was exceptionally bright and beautiful. It was a good day for a competition.
"Saints must be knowledgeable and able to speak eloquently. They don't seek to compose poems that would be passed down through the ages, but at the very least, they mustn't be too bad!"
Xu Chunbo sat in his wheelchair. After throwing a glance at the few secondary saints, his gaze finally landed on Sun Mo. "Therefore, for this round, we will compete in poetry!"
Everyone was astonished. Why was the third round so childish?
"Saint, please forgive me for being direct. Secondary Saint Sun is known to be an expert in both calligraphy and painting. His poems are being sung throughout the entire Nine Provinces!"
"That's right. Famous Teacher Li's hundred poems after getting drunk in front of the palace are now a legend that everyone knows."
"Isn't this unfair to others?"
Being able to make great teachers say such words, it showed how outstanding Sun Mo was.
"If it's poetry, I can give up!"
Fang Hong bitterly smiled.
She had seen Sun Mo's works before, and they were all masterpieces.
"Everyone, please calm down and listen to what I have to say!"
Xu Chunbo explained, "The Saint Gate's third holy artifact is a brush made from the ashes and hair of a first-generation Saint. If a great teacher uses it to write something, if the words aren't sincere, if they aren't accompanied with emotions, the words would vanish!"
"Although it's poetry, it can't be used for everything. It must be related to the identity of a 'great teacher'!"
Xu Chunbo limited the topic. "Oh right, the ink used is your fresh blood!"
The Saint Brush was brought over. It emitted a pure white glow, and just a glance at it would make one feel warm.
"Who wants to go first?"
Xu Chunbo was embarrassed to let Sun Mo take the lead again, or he would be suspected of bullying others. However, he had overestimated the courage of the others.
"Saint, who would dare to embarrass themselves in front of Sun Shuangjue?"
Gao Ning bitterly smiled.
"That's right, even I want to give up!"
Chen Zhiming also smiled bitterly.
"Secondary Saint Sun, why don't you go first?"
Du Changgong clasped his hands.
"Everyone is praising me too much. I don't dare to accept it!"
Sun Mo clasped his hands. "I'll be the last!"
Sun Mo didn't want to go, and the scene was at a stalemate.
There was no solution to it. Everyone was in despair.
"Secondary Saint Zhou, why don't you go first?"
Fang Hong teased.
"..."
Secondary Saint Zhou raised his head and pretended to be looking at the scenery on the ceiling.
If he didn't make a move, it would be considered concealing one's incompetence and being magnanimous enough to admit defeat. But if he were to be suppressed, it would be considered overestimating his own capabilities.
"Teacher is impressive!"
Qin Yaoguang almost shouted out. Looking at her teacher's talent, he could make everyone retreat.
"Secondary Saint Sun, you should go first!"
Xu Chunbo called out.
"Alright then!"
Sun Mo didn't mind. He walked to the offering table and looked at the paper that the female clerk had laid out. He then passed a small knife over.
Sun Mo took it, cut his finger, and dripped his blood into the inkstone. He then picked up the Saint Brush.
What should he write?
"Teacher, you can do it!"
Li Ziqi waved her fist.
"Teacher!"
Lu Zhiruo pressed her palms together and prayed for Sun Mo.
An Xinhui, Gu Xiuxun, Mei Ziyu, and the others all had looks of hope, trust, and worship on their faces.
In their hearts, Sun Mo was the best!
With a beauty by his side, he was as beautiful as jade!
As a man, he mustn't disappoint a girl who admired him!
(I have to win this match!)
(No,
I'm definitely going to be the Saint Gate's Sect Leader!)
A poem appeared in Sun Mo's mind. He lifted the brush, dipped it in his blood, and started to splash ink on the pure white paper.
(When autumn comes on the eighth day of the ninth month, after my flower blooms, a hundred flowers shall perish!)
Soaring Incense Formation shall penetrate the nine provinces, the entire city shall be clad in golden armor!)
Boom!
When Sun Mo wrote the last 'A' word, the entire poem suddenly emitted a golden glow, illuminating the entire great hall, making it look resplendent.
The entire hall was filled with heroism!
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