"Master, what are you still thinking about? Quickly agree! "
The scarab urged.
(This is a saint. He wants to take you in as a disciple. Why are you still so reserved?)
(Quickly kowtow.)
(If you miss this opportunity, you won't be able to find it again.)
In the Middle-Earth Nine Provinces, the respect for teachers was very strong. Being able to enter the tutelage of a great teacher was something every student yearned for the most.
How many were there in the world?
How many secondary saints were there?
Hence, being able to enter the tutelage of a 7-star or 8-star great teacher was the greatest wish of everyone. As for 9-star secondary saints?
They would only be able to daydream when they were asleep.
Sun Mo drew in a deep breath and rejected, "Sorry, I don't understand you well enough."
"Master, is your brain spoiled? This is a saint. His thigh is so thick that even if you hugged him and cursed at the Great Tang Emperor, he wouldn't dare to do anything to you. Why are you so stubborn? "
The scarab grew anxious.
"It's my oversight!"
Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves' lips twitched. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Teng Wanye. I'm proficient in botany, herbology, alchemy, etc. At the same time, I'm proficient in gu-poison, puppetry, beast taming, as well as some miscellaneous studies. My cultivation art is the Ten Thousand Leaves Green Track Divine Art, a peerless-grade saint-tier cultivation art."
"Master, the subjects I'm proficient in are also the ones you have studied before. If you follow it, you will definitely be able to improve further!"
The scarab was trying to persuade Sun Mo again.
When Teng Wanye said 'proficient' and 'proficient', he was being humble. The former was definitely at the great ancestor level, while the latter was at the grandmaster-level.
As for the subjects he didn't mention, they were merely at the expert level. In the eyes of saints, they weren't worth mentioning.
"Many thanks for the saint's kindness, but please forgive me for rejecting!"
This time around, Sun Mo bowed slightly.
Because Teng Wanye was one of the three great saints of the Dark Dawn, his status was very high and he was extremely elusive. Even the Saint Gate didn't know much about him. But now, Teng Wanye told him about him.
This was his sincerity in wanting to accept him as a personal disciple.
Sadly …
(I don't like you as a person.)
"That's too regretful."
Teng Wanye looked at Sun Mo with a disappointed look on his face.
When ordinary people died, when their descendants died, they would truly be gone.... there wouldn't even have any traces of them in this world.
Naturally, ordinary people didn't have any spiritual pursuits.
However, it was different for master teachers.
Great teachers hoped to have students all over the world. This was especially so for those who were qualified to write books. They hoped to pass down their knowledge.
Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves was the same.
His knowledge was simply too profound. Only geniuses would be able to comprehend his knowledge. This was why he cherished Sun Mo so much.
This was just like the kings of ancient times. After capturing a peerless beauty, they were never allowed to kill her. Instead, they kept her in their harem.
To great teachers, students with outstanding talent were their 'beauties'.
Subduing genius students one by one, making them kneel before them respectfully and listen to their earnest guidance. This would give great teachers a greater sense of accomplishment compared to killing them physically.
Hence, Teng Wanye flicked his finger.
Whoosh!
A green seed the size of a fingernail flashed by and imprinted itself on Sun Mo's forehead.
Kacha! Kacha!
The seed came into contact with his skin and immediately germinated, growing over ten roots that wrapped around his head. After that, they exerted force and squeezed down.
"It's over. I'm going to die."
The scarab was in despair.
Why were there always some people like Sun Mo who weren't afraid of death?
Sun Mo's head was like a watermelon caught in a net. It was so tight that it felt like it was about to explode. However, with a thud, those roots suddenly fused into his skull.
Other than some marks, there was nothing wrong with it at all.
"It looks like a 'seed', but it's actually a type of gu-bug. When I plant it in your mind, it will release its knowledge. You have to learn it. If you understand it, you will be able to continue living. If you can't, you will be killed by the gu-bug and your brain will explode."
Teng Wanye explained.
This was a trial he had set up for Sun Mo. If Sun Mo died, it would mean that he was a mediocre talent. If he could survive until the end, it would be worth it for him to act and overcome all difficulties to accept him as a disciple.
"However, he shouldn't be able to survive until the end, right?"
Teng Wanye didn't hold too much hope because over the past few hundred years, he had planted over 300 seeds. However, only three of them survived. One must know that those were the most outstanding geniuses.
Each of them was a new genius ranked in the top three of the Great Teachers Hero Rankings.
Sun Mo's brain felt like it was filled with a large amount of water. It felt extremely uncomfortable.
Teng Wanye glanced at Murong Mingyue but didn't kill her. She was an ancestor-level grandmaster, and this was the study of puppetry. It would be too much of a pity if he killed her.
"Live well. I hope that you can bring the study of puppetry into a new domain!"
Teng Wanye didn't step on the ground. He floated to the side of the unconscious Wanyan Mei and did a quick check. After that, he flicked his fingers repeatedly.
Numerous green seeds entered Wanyan Mei's body. After that, they took root and germinated, releasing a large amount of life essence.
Wanyan Mei's body shone with a green light. After that, her injuries rapidly recovered.
After doing all this, a huge vine suddenly grew out from Teng Wanye's feet and coiled around him. After that, with a bang, it exploded into leaves that filled the air. Amidst the resplendent light, Teng Wanye vanished from sight.
"Boohoohoo, Master, we survived!"
The scarab had tears flowing down its face. Although its master's head was implanted with a gu-bug and he might die in the future, it was fine. At the very least, he was still alive now.
He would enjoy every day that he could.
However, its master's talent was truly shocking. To think that even a saint would admire him so much.
However, Sun Mo didn't feel happy at all when he saw the mess in the Dragonheart Great Hall. He looked at the mangled corpses and flesh.
Who would have thought that there would be such an ending?
"My dragon soul. I haven't even warmed up to it yet and it has already been lost."
Sun Mo sighed.
"Sun Mo, maintain your silence."
A voice suddenly rang out in Sun Mo's mind, causing his brows to twitch. He felt agitated, but he immediately suppressed it.
"Weren't you captured?"
Sun Mo was curious because the one who spoke was the dragon soul.
"I was captured, but we used the divine language of spiritual control to sign a contract. My soul can temporarily attach itself to your body."
The dragon soul explained.
It had been imprisoned for so many years and had long since learned. Although it was very imposing and tyrannical earlier, its true divine soul had long since shrunk into Sun Mo's body.
It wouldn't come out even if it was beaten to death.
It didn't expect that its cautiousness would allow it to escape this calamity.
"I have to absorb some of your life essence or I will die. You have to bear with it for a while."
The dragon soul spoke because it wanted to eat breakfast. If not, given its cautiousness, it would definitely wait for ten days to half a month before it appeared again.
What if the other party was hiding in the dark and discovered it?
Luckily, Sun Mo's mental state was still relatively tough. He didn't reveal any flaws in his expression.
Sun Mo suddenly felt joy like he had regained what he had lost.
The presence of the dragon soul meant that the Great Desolation Dragon Subduing Scripture was present. He didn't suffer any losses this time around!
At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps rang out outside the great hall.
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