"I'll remember Teacher Sun's teachings."
Xiao Di decided to reevaluate his actions.
Speaking of which, if the people from the Central Plains were all like Sun Mo, then he wouldn't mind having more people from other races in the Dragon Subduing Academy.
Pa pa pa!
Applause rang out all around.
"Teacher Sun is truly outstanding!"
Duanmu Li was full of praise.
What Sun Mo was most impressive about wasn't defeating his opponents. Rather, it was convincing his opponents through reasoning.
Conquering the enemy's will was much more difficult than destroying the enemy's body.
"It's just a normal performance."
Mei Ziyu was already used to this.
She liked Sun Mo because he wasn't shallow. His victories were always so heavy and could be remembered for a long time.
"It's getting late. Let's go back for breakfast and prepare for class."
Sun Mo took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. He planned to fight the dragonman tomorrow morning. Moreover, he had exhausted quite a lot of his spirit qi when he fought Xiao Di earlier. He needed to rest for a while.
"En!"
Mei Ziyu naturally listened to Sun Mo's words.
Pa!
Sun Mo snapped his fingers, and the pages that were floating in the air flew back like tired birds returning to the forest, condensing into a book.
Ding!
"Congratulations, you've obtained the Great Sun Breaking Evil Art, Saint Grade Low Rank. Do you want to learn it?"
"Learn!"
Sun Mo spoke concisely.
Pa!
The book shattered into motes of light and shot into the center of Sun Mo's brows. In an instant, countless tribal words and many mysterious portraits erupted in his mind.
After that, Sun Mo had a feeling as though he had seen through the world of mortals. He felt that the little missy was merely a skeleton in the mortal world and wasn't worth mentioning.
"Stop, I don't want to learn."
Sun Mo felt depressed.
The essence of this cultivation technique was bitter cultivation. It was to torture one's body to temper one's will. It was similar to the cultivation of an ascetic monk.
Who could stand it?
Sun Mo wasn't a glutton and didn't like to wear clothes. Although he was hardworking enough, it didn't mean that he would give up on these things and cultivate all day long.
The scariest thing was that he had to give up on girls.
"This is a Saint-tier cultivation technique, are you sure?"
The system asked.
"This is what it means to be above the Saint level. I won't learn it."
Sun Mo roared in his heart.
I haven't even seen a single one of Jinling's 12 most famous brothels and 12 famous courtesans. Who the hell would want to learn the Great Sun Breaking Evil Technique?
"Alright, as you wish!"
The system erased all the information regarding this cultivation art from Sun Mo's mind.
"How terrifying. So these ascetic monks are in this state of mind."
Sun Mo felt some lingering fear.
How much fun would it be without the laughter and laughter of a young lady?
He gazed at Xiao Di's departing figure with a mixture of admiration and confusion.
Was it worth it to become stronger?
…
"Boss, do we really have to avoid Sun Mo when we see him in the future?"
Some of the underlings were unhappy.
"Call him Teacher Sun!"
Xiao Di berated.
"Ah?"
Everyone was dumbfounded. They had been friends with Xiao Di for so many years, but they had never seen him respect a Central Plains person.
"Teacher Sun's words are right. If I want to surpass someone, I'll have to learn from them. In the past, my idea of chasing the great teachers of the Central Plains out was too narrow-minded."
Xiao Di sighed.
Because his opponents in the past were all too weak, Xiao Diyelu was arrogant and felt that there was no need to learn. However, after fighting against Sun Mo, he understood that there were also outstanding great teachers in the Central Plains.
"If I have time in the future, I can go and listen to Teacher Sun's lessons."
Xiao Di didn't care what others would do. In any case, he was preparing to go and take notes.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Xiao Di + 50. Prestige connection unlocked. Neutral: 50/100.
…
After Duanmu left the teleportation formation, he parted ways with Sun Mo. He had no lessons in the morning and was preparing to head to the library to look up some information.
"When all the barbarians start to learn the culture of the Central Plains, that would be when the barbarians are the most terrifying."
Mei Ziyu didn't have any racial discrimination, but she also knew that war between different races was unavoidable.
Conflicts of belief, survival resources, wealth distribution, etc. All of these were the root causes of war. When both sides were equal in strength, they could coexist peacefully. But once one side became stronger, war would definitely break out.
"Thinking about it from another perspective, when the barbarians accept the culture of the Central Plains, would they be assimilated as well?"
Sun Mo counter-asked, "When the barbarians wear the attire of the Central Plains and eat the food of the Central Plains, would there still be a difference between the barbarians and the people of the Central Plains?"
Mei Ziyu was astonished. After that, she fell silent.
She had never thought of this question before.
"We are just insignificant great teachers. We can't control whether war breaks out or not. The only thing we can do is to let the barbarians get to know us again."
At the very least, Sun Mo believed that in the future, Xiao Di wouldn't look down on people from the Central Plains and find trouble for them. In fact, he might even like everything about the Central Plains.
"Ziyu, human nature is complicated. Don't waste your time thinking about it."
When Sun Mo advised Xiao Di, he basically didn't think about the matter of the different races. It was purely because his interest in teaching and educating others had flared up.
Naturally, the most fundamental reason was that Sun Mo wanted to give himself a form of encouragement.
When he thought of the fact that there was an enemy, Xiao Di, who was constantly learning and chasing after him when he was resting, this pressure would urge him to continue running forward.
(I won't allow myself to be surpassed by someone I've defeated before.) This was Sun Mo's creed.
The sunlight of late autumn was already a little dim.
Upon hearing the sound of Sun Mo stepping on the fallen leaves, Mei Ziyu really wished that this journey would be a little longer.
Pak!
Sun Mo suddenly turned his head and grabbed a hand that was reaching for the wooden blade.
"What are you doing?"
Sun Mo's gaze was sharp and solemn.
It was that Tuoba Cong whom Sun Mo had seen before. He loved to slack off and was greedy for money, but his potential value was extremely high. It was unknown when he had appeared behind Sun Mo, but his hand had even reached out for Sun Mo's wooden blade.
"Nothing much!"
Tuoba Cong chuckled, but his gaze landed on the wooden blade. He then shifted his gaze away reluctantly.
The words on it were really beautiful. Moreover, it seemed to be a cultivation art.
Naturally, Tuoba Cong didn't expect that this was the Grand Universe Formless Divine Art, a peerless-grade saint-tier art. He was thinking that such beautiful words should have been written by a famous person and could be sold for quite a lot of money.
"Is something the matter?"
Sun Mo frowned.
"Erm... I want to sell information."
Tuoba Cong didn't feel restrained at all. He had a cheeky smile on his face.
"What information?"
Mei Ziyu was curious.
"Hehe!"
Tuoba Cong twirled his fingers. His meaning was clear. Pay up first.
"No need!"
After Sun Mo spoke, he pulled Mei Ziyu and left.
"Hey, teacher, don't be in a hurry to leave. You have offended the little prince. Don't you want to know how he will deal with you?"
Tuoba Cong chased after them.
"I don't want to."
Sun Mo decisively rejected.
"Eh, it's only 500 taels. Alright, I'll tell you 100 taels. Given your status, you shouldn't care about this bit of money, right?"
Tuoba Cong continued to smile.
"I don't care, but I don't want to buy it."
When Sun Mo saw that Mei Ziyu wanted to buy it, he shook his head at her.
"50 taels should be fine, right?"
Tuoba Cong continued to promote.
"I can pay, but I want you to cultivate for 12 hours every day for a month."
Sun Mo turned his head and surveyed Tuoba Cong.
"Please spare me. Cultivation is so tiring!"
Tuoba Cong cried out bitterly. After that, his expression changed to one of joy. "You like me? But let me tell you, it's impossible for me to be your personal disciple. "
"Haha!"
Mei Ziyu couldn't help but laugh.
"Teacher Mei, what are you laughing at?"
Tuoba Cong was someone who acted naturally.
"Nothing much!"
Mei Ziyu mentally mused. (You are thinking too much. In Jinling, there are countless students who want to be Sun Mo's student but can't get it.)
No matter how Sun Mo chose, he wouldn't choose a lazy bum.
"Your talent isn't bad. Don't waste it."
After Sun Mo spoke, he no longer bothered with Tuoba Cong.
"My talent isn't bad? Is that true? "
Looking at Sun Mo's back view, Tuoba Cong felt a little suspicious. "He should just be casually brushing me off, right?"
At the thought of how tiring cultivation was, Tuoba Cong immediately gave up on the thought of working hard.
It was better to get money first.
...
Sun Mo stepped into the classroom and discovered that it was packed with people. There were even some people gathered in the corridors.
However, Sun Mo didn't find this strange.
"The little prince isn't here?"
Sun Mo's opening speech directly caused a series of laughter.
This was also a technique. After all, learning was a tiring thing. Humans would naturally feel tired of it. But when one's mood was joyful, this fatigue would lessen.
When one was very tired from work, they would feel more relaxed after eating some delicious food. This was a similar principle.
"Let me say this first. The content I'm talking about is more high-end. If you guys don't understand and are just waiting for the release of new spirit runes, there's no need for you to waste your time sitting here. Please give your seat to students who like the study of spirit runes."
After Sun Mo spoke, he started the lesson.
He started to introduce the origin of spirit runes, as well as the reason why this subject was invented in the first place.
Wan Yanmei crossed her arms before her chest and surveyed Sun Mo. She was trying to figure out his character based on his words and actions. But who knew that after he spoke a few sentences, Wan Yanmei's thoughts were completely focused on the content of his lesson?
The study of spirit runes was like a language. It could have many forms of expression?
Wan Yanmei's world view was toppled.
Because Sun Mo's words directly negated the understanding she had toward the study of spirit runes after so many years.
Just like a new door, in front of her, opened a gap.
Sun Mo also noticed this young girl.
There was no solution to it. She was too conspicuous. Even if she were to sit in a corner, no one would be able to ignore her existence.
She was tall and fit, wearing a tight-fitting beast-skin attire. Her exquisite facial features were matched with a long black ponytail, and she was filled with a wild beauty. She was like a steed that traveled a thousand miles.
She gave off an impulse to tame her.
By right, such a young girl should be like the wind, belonging to the prairie. She should be free, bold, and romantic. However, her eyes were filled with a contemplative glow.
It made her look like a wise scholar.
"Interesting!"
Seeing this young girl writing and drawing, her eyes were filled with a glow as though she had discovered a new continent. She wasn't like the other students who were confused, Sun Mo changed his lesson plan.
He planned to increase the difficulty a little.
"Next, I'll draw a spirit rune. Everyone, please analyze its effect."
Three minutes later, the spirit rune was formed, and the spirit qi tornado erupted.
Although they had seen such a scene before, many students in the classroom still exclaimed in surprise when they saw it again.
Teacher Sun was truly impressive!
Wan Yanmei's eyes brightened.
This trip wasn't made in vain!
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