Absolute Great Teacher

Translator: Lordbluefire

In order to protect his ‘treasure’, Wang Bibao unleashed his full potential and fought with his life on the line. At the same time, Sun Mo had to save him, so he couldn’t go all out. In order to protect Wang Bibao, he finally had a moment of carelessness and suffered a kick to his chest, causing him to be blasted backward.

Bang!

Sun Mo smashed into a wall and the impact caused cracks to appear in the solid stone wall. One could see how ferocious the attack was.

“Are you dead?”

Lian Hongying felt joy in her heart. But after that, she saw Sun Mo standing up, completely fine. He didn’t even cough up a mouthful of blood.

“My heavens, isn’t his resistance a little too strong?”

Everyone was shocked.

“Teacher Sun, don’t waste your energy anymore. It’s useless!”

Ji Han persuaded him. “Once those who entered this cell went mad, they would never be able to recover.”

“What’s inside?”

“There are three lines of words on the wall. They should be from one of the ancient languages!”

“Wrong, I’ve learned ancient languages and have never seen this type. It feels more like a spell!”

“No matter what, it is very bizarre!”

Those great teachers who had just entered felt extremely fearful!

Sun Mo stood at the door’s entrance. He discovered that as long as he didn’t enter the cell, Wang Bibao wouldn’t attack. He was like a male lion that was extremely protective of its territory.

If they continued waiting, Wang Bibao would die for sure. So, Sun Mo wasn’t polite anymore and directly cast the spiritwave art with a lift of his hand.

Woosh~ Woosh~ Woosh~

Beams of light blasted out, shooting into Wang Bibao’s legs and breaking his bones so Sun Mo could limit his movements.

“Damn!”

Everyone jumped in fright, including Ji Han. All of them stared dumbfoundedly at Sun Mo’s hands.

Wasn’t this attack a little too swift?

Moreover, the range was long as well. Didn’t this mean that as long as Sun Mo was willing, he could attack opponents standing tens of meters away easily?

Bang!

Wang Bibao fell onto the ground. His hands supported him and he still wanted to stand up. Hence, Sun Mo could only break the bones of his arms with the spiritwave art as well.

“Teacher Wang, calm down. Let me help you!”

Sun Mo rushed into the cell, and his hands rapidly pressed at different parts of Wang Bibao’s body, helping him to cease the flow of blood.

“Scram from here, this is my treasure!”

Wang Bibao howled. He was like a crazy dog, wanting to bite Sun Mo.

Pak! Pak! Pak!

Sun Mo lifted his hands and pointed, sealing Wang Bibao’s meridians and making it so he couldn’t move. After that, Wang Bibao started spitting saliva at him.

“Teacher Wang!”

Sun Mo still wanted to persuade him. But in the end, Wang Bibao’s head suddenly went ‘bang’ and exploded. Warm blood and brain matter splashed all around, drenching Sun Mo.

“I’ve said that it is useless!”

Ji Han chortled.

“You are a 7-stars great teacher, but in my perspective, you are even inferior to a dog or a pig!”

Sun Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at Ji Han. A person like this wasn’t worthy of his respect.

“Sun Mo, you better not provoke me!”

Ji Han’s countenance sank and the spirit qi in his body stirred, like the omen that showed a volcano prior to eruption. “Being a prison guard here…so what if I’m a 7-stars? Even if I were a saint, my life here would be no different from a jailer!”

Wu You and Pang Tong exchanged a mutual glance. As expected, this Ji Han was filled with unhappiness. But this was understandable. He had to spend the best time of his life here to guard the prisoners and had no way to teach others in the Nine Provinces. Such a life was truly arduous.

“You can quit!”

Sun Mo rebutted.

“Quit? Are you a child that has never been bitten by the old dog that’s society? If I could quit, this daddy would have long since done it.”

Ji Han smiled coldly. “You feel I’m very ruthless? But I’ve told you guys in advance about the consequences of those participating to solve the three riddles. You guys are the ones who were too self-confident and wanted to try.”

The examinees all had self-mocking smiles. Usually speaking, things like the consequences of failing to solve the great riddles were exaggerated to frighten people, and it also served as a way to promote fame. Who would have known that the consequences in this prison were real?

If one was to argue logically, it was truly not Ji Han’s fault.

“We great teachers always speak with strength. If you are unhappy, just go and solve the riddles. If not, just shut up for me.”

Ji Han raged. “After having some achievements and being praised by others, do you guys really feel that you are invincible in the world?”

“I don’t know if I’m invincible or not. I only know that I’m more like a human than you!”

Sun Mo wiped away the blood on his face, wanting to get to the bottom of this.

“Wait a minute!” The old farmer stopped Sun Mo. “Don’t be impetuous!”

“Teacher Tang is right, don’t be impulsive!”

Wu You also persuaded Sun Mo. However, the others decided to wait and watch a good show. In any case, it had nothing to do with them even if Sun Mo died.

“Sun Mo, continue to act brazenly. Don’t let these people look down on you!”

Lian Hongying tried a reverse psychology play. “Solve all the three riddles here and smack their faces harshly.”

“Shut your bitch mouth up!”

Sun Mo glared at Lian Hongying and stood in the center of the cell.

The cell was very ordinary and because no one came in to sweep it, there were thick layers of dust here. Mottled scars could be seen on the walls. These scratches were left behind by past prisoners.

At the corners and some gaps, due to the moisture in the air, some green mold could be seen growing.

Sun Mo lifted his head and stared directly at the three rows of words on the wall.

Sun Mo was proficient in archeology and ancient languages. However, he had never seen such words before. After thinking about how Wang Bibao perished, he knew that these words were a spiritual spell.

Wang Bibao died due to his mind being corrupted, and the source of corruption seemed to be some type of spiritual beast?

Usually speaking, regardless of which contract the spiritual controller signed with the spiritual beast, after the spiritual controller died, the contract would automatically be resolved. As for the spiritual beast, they either died or regained their freedom.

But right now, the prisoner actually had control over the spiritual beast through these words that someone had left behind.

This was simply magical. This was because summoning spiritual beasts was like trying to light up a lighter. The spell would act as the spark, and spirit qi would act as the kinetic energy. Once the spiritual controller was dead, where would the spell and spirit qi originate from?

Sun Mo glanced at the words and memorized them rapidly. Due to cautiousness, he swiftly shifted his gaze away. After that, he attempted to communicate with this spiritual beast.

“I know the divine languages of spiritual control. I can give you freedom!”

It was still this old solution. Sun Mo felt that the spiritual beast would surely be unwilling to continue being bound like this, restricted in this cell.

But there was no reply.

Sun Mo wasn’t anxious. He sat down cross-legged and waited.

“What is he doing?”

Lian Hongying was puzzled.

“Heh, probably merely acting mysteriously. Do you think you won’t die if you don’t look at the words? Let me tell you, it is useless.”

Ji Han placed his hands behind his back, feeling that victory was within his grasp.

They were all great teachers and were filled with curiosity about unknown things. So, how could they not do experiments? For this situation Sun Mo was in, they had long since made prisoners test it out.

Even if one didn’t look at the words, as long as they were inside the cell, they would go crazy as well. Also, the longer one stayed here, the greater the chance of them going crazy.

15 minutes had passed and Sun Mo had no harvest.

He felt a little vexed, but he didn’t know that this scene actually caused Ji Han to be so shocked that he was dumbstruck.

“Why hasn’t he gone mad?”

Ji Han suddenly felt somewhat nervous. Could this brat be protected by the goddess of luck? Could he really solve this riddle?

(No, I’m thinking too much. Clearly, this brat has a will that’s stronger than others. As long as he continues staying here, his rationale will fade and he will eventually become crazy.)

“Could it be that my guess was wrong? It isn’t a spiritual beast?”

Sun Mo eventually chose to glance at the three rows of words again.

(I even know ancient tribal languages that are only known to a few hundred people, yet I can’t understand these words. This is abnormal. I believe that my knowledge is pretty profound.)

(Wait a minute, I should change my line of thought! Why did the prisoner leave these words behind? To vent his emotions?)

(Because he hated and envied the rest of the world? To swindle people on purpose? Hmm, there was also another possibility.)

“Jihan, the prisoner that left these three rows of words, what star rank was he or she at?” Sun Mo asked.

“You guess!” Ji Han didn’t want to answer.

“You are not even going to tell me basic information like this, is there still any meaning to this exam? Also, I can simply look for anyone in this prison and they will tell me the answer.”

Sun Mo coldly laughed.

Ji Han frowned before unwillingly revealing the answer.

“A saint!”

Indeed, these three rows of words could become a riddle of the Great Prison of Desolation because of this. In fact, some high star-ranking great teachers had copied the words before and had done experiments to see whether people who looked at the copies would go mad.

The truth had proven that only the three original rows of words in the cell would make people go mad.

Sun Mo sank into contemplation.

Since it was a saint, he wouldn’t be a narrow-minded individual. On the darkest night of his life, when he was about to die, what would he do?

Sun Mo asked himself. If he was that saint, he would scold others, vent his rage, or even self-mutilate himself. But in the end, he would still want to leave his knowledge behind.

Let alone great teachers, even an ordinary craftsman would want to leave his skill behind, or it might be lost in history.

Besides, even if the saint didn’t want to find a successor, he would definitely want revenge, right?

Sun Mo continued to follow this line of thinking.

However, the saint couldn’t allow guards like Ji Han to decipher his inheritance. Hence, these words might be something that was extremely out of the norm. Even high star-ranking great teachers couldn’t decipher this language, let alone others.

But if these three rows of words weren’t a language…

Yeah, why did he have to make things so complicated?

To these guards, they would definitely see the words first. They would feel that these three rows of words were extremely deep and profound. But in reality, it might just be a trick.

If that was the case, the solution to solve this riddle wouldn’t be difficult.

“Esteemed Saint, if you were here because you were framed and wanted a disciple to take revenge for you, I’m willing to be the one to resolve your grief!”

Sun Mo stared at the three rows of words and respectfully spoke in his heart. He was someone with a bottom line. If this saint was a bad person, he would rather not have this ‘inheritance’.

After he repeated the words thrice, a stream of powerful mental energy gushed forth suddenly from the words. It was like a tsunami wave as it slammed into Sun Mo.

Boom!

Sun Mo’s head shook. His vision turned dark and he was pulled into a spacious lecture theater.

(What the hell?)

Sun Mo lowered his head to take a look. His clothes had been transformed into a simple student long robe and at the rostrum area, there was an old man.

His countenance was haggard and his hair had turned white. He looked so sick as though he was on the verge of death.

“I’m Saint Bai Dong!”

The old man looked at Sun Mo with a kindly gaze. “I finally met you. My student, quickly kowtow to me and accept my inheritance!”

Sun Mo didn’t move, not feeling any joy either. After all, who could guarantee that this wasn’t a test? If a saint’s inheritance was so easily obtained, it would be too cheap.

“Is this your attitude toward a saint?” The old man was very disappointed. “You aren’t even willing to address me as the East Saint?!”

[1] Bai Dong. Bai stands for white, Dong stands for East.. His title is apparently the East Saint.