"Get up first!"
Sun Mo was acquainted with the youth before him.
The first time the honest guy participated in the battle hall's test, the person he defeated was none other than the honest guy. After that, the honest guy managed to stay in the school. It could be considered a life-changing opportunity.
Three months later, in the second match, the two of them met again. Come to think of it, they were a pair of enemies.
These two experiences caused Qi Shengjia's confidence to soar greatly. They were the happiest and most dazzling memories he had in the past ten plus years.
However, to Peng Wanli, that was an unbearable nightmare. Initially, he could be considered a top student and had been recruited by a few 1-star teachers. But after two consecutive defeats, he had already become a laughing stock.
When he was defeated the first time, it could still be said that he was careless. But after the second time, even Peng Wanli's heart was like dead ashes. He knew that he was truly inferior to Qi Shengjia.
And the initiator of all this was none other than Sun Mo.
Peng Wanli didn't get up. Instead, he lowered his body even more. He had heard that Qi Shengjia would frequently go to Sun Mo's villa to receive private guidance.
This meant that the two of them had a good relationship.
Peng Wanli felt that Sun Mo might brush him off because of Qi Shengjia. After all, Qi Shengjia had helped Sun Mo gain some face.
"Get up!"
Sun Mo's tone became heavier. "You're still young, so don't have so many dark thoughts. Even if you're not a student of the Central Province Academy, as long as I can do it, I'll guide you."
Sun Mo could be considered someone who had lived two lifetimes. It was too easy to guess Peng Wanli's thoughts. Didn't Peng Wanli feel that Qi Shengjia's strength had improved by leaps and bounds under his guidance? Hence, Peng Wanli wanted Sun Mo's guidance to defeat the honest guy and regain his face?
"Teacher!"
Peng Wanli's voice started to tremble. His face was filled with fear.
"If you don't get up, you can continue kneeling!"
Sun Mo turned and left.
"Teacher!"
Peng Wanli was shocked. He hurriedly got up and chased after Sun Mo, but he was worried that he might anger Sun Mo. Hence, he froze on the spot and bent his waist slightly. He was like a prisoner waiting to be judged by the judge, feeling uneasy.
Although Sun Mo didn't even have a star-level and had only been a teacher for half a year, he was already the most famous teacher in the Central Province Academy. Moreover, after becoming the champion, his limelight had already surpassed Liu Mubai's.
How could Peng Wanli dare to be slow?
"If I remember correctly, you practice the Eighteen Arhat Palms, right? Do it again! "
Sun Mo instructed.
"Yes … yes!"
After Peng Wanli finished speaking, he began to practice. He had performed in front of other teachers before, but he was never as nervous as this time.
It's over!
I'm done for!
After two moves, Peng Wanli's face was ashen. Because he was too worried and nervous, his hands and feet were trembling, and he couldn't execute the moves that he was usually familiar with.
"Peng Wanli!"
Sun Mo berated.
Pa!
Peng Wanli directly stood up straight, not daring to move at all!
"I'm here!"
"The Eighteen Palms of the Arhat means to be like an Arhat, using strength to sever evil karma, eliminate sins, and subdue dragons and tigers, so that there is no more injustice in the world!"
Sun Mo's tone was solemn. "Your will isn't firm and your punches aren't stable. How are you going to display the prestige of an arhat?"
"Student … student …"
Peng Wanli's gaze wandered about, not daring to meet Sun Mo's gaze.
"Look at me!"
Sun Mo roared.
Peng Wanli inclined his head and looked at Sun Mo. His eyes were like the stars in the night sky. They were deep, bright, mesmerizing, and exuded an aura of determination.
"If you want to execute the Eighteen Arhat Palms well, you have to get rid of all distracting thoughts and imagine yourself as an Arhat!
"Winning or losing isn't important, and losing face isn't important either!
"What's important is the punch I'm going to strike out now!"
Sun Mo persuaded patiently. Priceless Advice was activated as well.
A beam of golden light radiated out with Sun Mo at the center.
A commotion immediately rang out in the surroundings. There were over ten people who came here today, squatting in the dark, wanting to beg Sun Mo for guidance.
After being radiated by Priceless Advice, Peng Wanli's spirit stirred and he felt a hint of comprehension. It was like a ray of sunlight, dispelling the haze that had been in his heart for many days.
"As expected, the reason why I lost is because my cultivation art isn't proficient enough!"
Peng Wanli sighed ruefully.
"..."
Sun Mo fell silent. Actually, he wanted to say that wasn't the case.
Through Divine Sight, he had already obtained Peng Wanli's data.
16 years old. Seventh level of the body-refinement realm. Cultivating the Eighteen Arhat Palms.
Strength: 9. Outstanding among those of the same age.
Intellect: 5. Average value, sufficient.
Agility: 7. To you, this isn't your strong point, but it isn't your weak point either.
Will: 1. At its peak, it had reached 8. Currently, it's in low spirits and is like a lost sheep.
...
Potential value: Average!
Note: Unable to find the direction to advance. His mental state has been completely crushed by Qi Shengjia.
Note: In weaponsmithing, he might have outstanding talent. Still needs to be observed.
During this half a year, Sun Mo had seen quite a number of students. In addition, he was quite intelligent and hardworking. He knew how to summarize his experiences. Hence, even if he didn't use Divine Sight to give him an answer, he could also determine where Peng Wanli's problem was.
Bluntly speaking, his aptitude was mediocre.
When he first joined the school, Peng Wanli matured early and was intelligent. In addition, he was hardworking. Hence, his strength rose very quickly. But as the other students gained enlightenment and caught up to him, the disadvantage of his aptitude was revealed.
To put it simply, during a long-distance race, Peng Wanli would start earlier than others. But as the other geniuses started to move out, he would be caught up to rapidly.
This was a problem of aptitude. There was no solution to it.
The honest guy's aptitude wasn't good either, but he was hardworking enough. The amount of time he spent cultivating every day was double that of Peng Wanli. In addition, Sun Mo used the ancient massage technique and the giant spring water medicine packet to help him recuperate. He also allowed him to cultivate in the Wind King Divine Hall where the spirit qi was dense.
But even so, when Qi Shengjia fought against Xuanyuan Po, he would be completely suppressed. In fact, it was very possible that he wouldn't be able to win against Ying Baiwu.
Peng Wanli's Eighteen Arhat Palms did have room for improvement. But even if he managed to reach the acme of perfection, what was the use?
The ceiling was there!
Seeing that Sun Mo didn't say anything, Peng Wanli's heart sank. He revealed a perturbed expression. "T... teacher, am I wrong?"
"What's your dream?"
Sun Mo changed the topic.
"Dream?"
Peng Wanli mumbled, "Enter the battle hall?"
"That's just a goal!"
Sun Mo shook his head.
"I... I've never thought of it before!"
Peng Wanli lowered his head. A few years ago, he was still working with his father as a blacksmith in the city, relying on this for a living. When the Central Province Academy was recruiting students, he went to take a test and unexpectedly passed the test. After that, he came to school.
"Oh right, my father said before that if I cultivate properly, I won't need to live a bitter life in the future. I'll be able to eat meat and white rice for every meal."
"During these few years, you've been drifting with the flow. You eat, cultivate, and sleep every day. Have you considered what you want to do in the future?"
Sun Mo smiled and asked, easing his tone.
"Come, come over and sit!"
Sun Mo walked a few steps forward and sat on the slope beside the lake.
Peng Wanli felt a little overwhelmed by the favor. He had actually considered it before. He wanted to live in a big house, marry a beautiful wife, and have a nest of chubby kids to carry on the family line. But this was too vulgar, how would he dare to say it?
"Let me change the way I ask. What do you like to do?"
Sun Mo started to chat.
Earlier, he berated Peng Wanli because he wanted to correct his mental state. But now, he discovered that there was no way to solve the root of the problem.
Peng Wanli seemed to lack a bit of obsession toward cultivation.
What was obsession?
For someone like Qi Shengjia, if his body could take it, he would cultivate until he died!
"To forge an exceptional sword!"
This time around, Peng Wanli blurted out. He recalled the scene of a spirit sword being born outside Blacksmith Zhang's smithy in Jinling when he was young.
Until now, he would often dream of that sword!
Blacksmith Zhang's fame also soared because he forged that spirit-weapon-tier longsword.
"I have two suggestions. Firstly, if you want to increase your strength, you should change the Eighteen Arhat Palms and try your best to find a higher-grade cultivation art. It would be best if it's a fist art!"
Sun Mo spoke. Honestly speaking, Peng Wanli's cultivation path was a little crooked because he couldn't unleash his maximum strength.
Peng Wanli fell silent. How could it be easy to find a new cultivation art? Also, he had cultivated the Eighteen Arhat Palms for over four years. If he gave it up just like that, how could he account for the time he wasted?
Speaking of which, Peng Wanli could be considered lucky. Back then, a 1-star great teacher had guided him and told him to choose this palm art. If not, according to his preferences, he would definitely choose to cultivate the sword. If that was the case, he wouldn't even have half of his current strength. He might have dropped out of school long ago.
"Secondly, you can give up on your cultivation and go to the Central Province Academy's weaponsmithing department to take a look and learn. If you forge a few small things, you might develop a new interest!"
Sun Mo suggested.
"B... but I don't have money!"
Peng Wanli had an embarrassed look on his face.
Naturally, there was another deeper reason. Students who had just joined the weaponsmithing department would start from an odd-job worker. No matter how bad Peng Wanli was, he was still a fifth-year student. If he ended up working for a new student, he wouldn't be able to wash away his face.
"Haven't you been mocked enough?"
Sun Mo counter-asked. He knew what Peng Wanli was thinking the moment he saw his expression.
"I know I was wrong!"
Peng Wanli had a dejected look on his face.
"Tomorrow, go to the logistics department and collect 10,000 taels of silver!"
Sun Mo arranged. "After that, I will give you three months to forge whatever you want!"
"Ah?"
Peng Wanli's gaze turned sluggish. What did this mean?
"There's no need for you to return this sum of money. But I need you to bring out the finished product three months later. Even if it's a pile of trash, you have to give it to me!"
Sun Mo asked, "Can you do it?"
"This... how can I do this?"
Peng Wanli stuttered. That was 10,000 taels of silver. To a family like his, it was a huge sum of money. However, there seemed to be a ball of fire in his heart that suddenly ignited, igniting his dream of forging swords.
"Shut up!"
"Answer me, can you do it?"
"Yes, go to the logistics department tomorrow to collect the money. If not, I will find a heaven-tier fist art for you!"
Sun Mo fired off a barrage of questions.
When the students in the surroundings heard this, they couldn't help but exclaim in shock.
"Heaven-tier cultivation art? This fellow can be considered to have profited! "
"Is there even a need to think about it? He will definitely choose a cultivation art! "
"Let alone 10,000 taels of silver, even 10,000 taels of gold is nothing before a heaven-tier cultivation art!"
These students mumbled, suddenly regretting why they didn't rush out earlier.
Teacher Sun Mo was really easy to talk to!
Ding!
Total favorable impression points from students + 500.
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