Chapter 1105: Subdued
Everyone fell silent, waiting for the confrontation between Sun Mo and Wang Chuan.
If one was to talk about malicious intentions, Wang Chuan didn’t have any. He was simply too used to being a major character and habitually wanted to teach people how to act according to their own statuses.
It was like a boy with the best soccer skills on a field calling himself the ‘soccer king’.
In the end, a newbie with pretty good skills showed up, and his performance drew the cheers of all the girls.
How could the ‘soccer king’ stand for all this? He naturally wanted to act.
After all, this field was his.
Sun Mo kneaded Wang Chuan’s body and meticulously inspected it. He also used Divine Sight to observe the stats to get verification.
One couldn’t help but say that major characters truly knew how to take care of their bodies.
Although he was retired, his body was still strong and healthy, not inferior to some middle-aged people at all. (But, since I chose you, you definitely have a problem.)
“How is it?”
Wang Chuan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Sun Mo like this. It was like all his secrets were being seen through.
“Please wait!”
As the sound of Sun Mo’s voice faded, the genie appeared and directly punched Wang Chuan’s back.
Wang Chuan’s body shook. He lost his footing and his stomach knocked into the table.
“Damn, what is he doing?”
The audience jumped in fright. Why did this feel like Sun Mo was using this opportunity to take revenge?
“Comfortable!”
Wang Chuan didn’t think so much because when the muscular dude’s punch landed on his waist, there seemed to be an electric current rapidly flowing throughout his body, stimulating his cells and causing him to feel extremely comfortable.
This was especially so for his lower back. Usually, he had some minor symptoms of numbness there, but everything was dispelled now. He felt even more comfortable compared to having his back kneaded by a masseuse with 30 years of experience.
One must know that Sun Mo had only thrown out one punch.
“Come, punch me twice more!”
Wang Chuan breathed in and stood firmly.
Sun Mo naturally acquiesced to his request. He lifted his hands and directly punched Wang Chuan’s back.
Bang! Bang!
For these two blows, Sun Mo used the essence of the Dharma Skyshock Fist in them. So, even though Wang Chuan adopted an immovable posture, he still stumbled forward and knocked into a table.
“Impressive!”
Zhou Zerui was convinced. (You really dare to hit him? Do you understand the principle of respecting the old and loving the young?)
“This Sun Mo!”
Xie Enhui actually felt that Sun Mo’s actions were sincere. (I don’t care what major characters you are. If you make me unhappy, I will make you unhappier.)
Wang Chuan’s expression grew somewhat unsightly.
Earlier because he was excited that his minor problems had vanished, he didn’t notice Sun Mo was pranking him. Now, he wanted to berate him but felt awkward because Sun Mo’s methods were truly effective.
Scolding someone despite gaining benefits?
Wang Chuan wanted face and couldn’t do something like this.
“This great teacher, I know that appetite and lust are human nature, but I have to advise you to curb them. If you go at it every day, your body wouldn’t be able to stand it even if it was made from iron.
“Being surrounded by beauties every day doesn’t mean that you are living in happiness!”
Sun Mo earnestly spoke and had a look of concern that showed he was thinking for Wang Chuan’s sake.
But Wang Chuan actually flushed red, feeling so ashamed that he wanted to bury his face into the ground.
“I’m not like that. I live a clean life. Don’t speak nonsense!”
Wang Chuan denied it thrice.
The intern teachers weren’t clear about Wang Chuan’s personality, but the major characters were very familiar with him.
This old fellow would take in a new concubine every year. Although he did pay the concubine’s family, he was still a great teacher after all. Doing such a thing often would definitely damage his reputation.
At the very least, the female great teachers of the Black-White Academy weren’t fond of Wang Chuan.
Naturally, because Wang Chuan’s position and his seniority were too high, everyone wouldn’t dare to discuss this.
There was no solution as they couldn’t afford to offend him.
No one expected Sun Mo to directly expose this.
The crux was that he intentionally emphasized the word ‘happiness’. It could be considered an overwhelming retaliation against Wang Chuan’s ‘my life is very blissful’.
“Sun Mo truly isn’t willing to suffer the slightest bit of disadvantage!”
Tang Qian felt that Sun Mo was extremely tyrannical.
“Teacher Sun, are there any other problems with Old Wang?”
Xie Enhui hurriedly spoke out to change the topic as she feared that Wang Chuan might be really infuriated. If Wang Chuan attacked with full force, she was worried Sun Mo might suffer.
“There’s a very big problem!”
When Sun Mo said this, several people frowned and felt that he was engaging in vulgar claptrap to please the crowds.
Truthfully speaking, in the Black-White Academy, Wang Chuan lived the most carefree life. He had status, wealth, women, three kids, and a successful career.
He was also extremely healthy.
Sun Mo had said that Wang Chuan played around and enjoyed himself a lot. If there were major problems, how could he still do so?
“Hehe!” Wang Chuan laughed uproariously. “I wonder what problems I have?”
“From what I know, many retired high star-ranking great teachers are reluctant in their hearts. But because of this or that problem, it’s impossible for them to step into the Saint Realm.”
The higher one’s the cultivation realm, the greater the danger. Death and injury were frequently seen.
An Xinhui’s grandfather was a prime example. Once someone failed in their breakthrough, their entire clan would suffer.
“I think you are the same as well!”
Sun Mo smiled. He was very confident.
“You are wrong then. I’ve been busy all my life and merely feel tired. That’s why I wish to retire and enjoy my remaining years.”
Wang Chuan disputed.
“Oh, it seems that you are very satisfied with your cultivation art. I’ve been too mouthy then.”
Sun Mo turned and walked back to the rostrum.
After hearing Sun Mo speaking of his cultivation art, Wang Chuan’s brows pricked.
(He… Could he really have found my problem?)
Wang Chuan was still in conflict about whether or not he should ask a question, but a few other great teachers couldn’t hold their curiosity in and directly asked.
“What’s wrong with Teacher Wang’s cultivation art?”
Sun Mo was waiting for this. (If you guys don’t ask any questions, how can I flaunt my skills?)
“Wang-laoshi trains in the Nine Desolation True Dragon Art, right?”
Sun Mo flashed a thumbs-up. “That’s a good cultivation art.”
“A peerless-grade heaven-tier cultivation art is naturally good!”
Several people agreed.
Saint-tier?
No one dared to think about it!
Other than people like Sun Mo who had the favor of the goddess of luck, the number of great teachers in the Nine Provinces who had trained in five or more saint-tier cultivation arts was so few that they could be counted on one’s fingers.
A peerless-grade heaven-tier cultivation art could make many people fight each other until their heads were smashed for the sake of obtaining one.
“Did he feel that through his touch?”
Someone was curious.
“What are you thinking about? How can a person identify what cultivation arts others have trained in simply by touching?”
Several people felt that this was pretty impossible. “Wang-laoshi is so famous and the Nine Desolation True Dragon Art is something passed down solely in his clan. His fame in the great teacher world is extremely great.”
“Teacher Sun, don’t keep us in suspense anymore!”
Zhou Zerui persuaded.
“The Nine Desolation True Dragon Art is a cultivation art that will make people drool, but the prerequisite is that it has to be the complete version!”
As the sound of Sun Mo’s voice faded, an intense discussion was invoked.
What did this mean?
Could it be that the one Wang Chuan cultivated isn’t the complete version?
That shouldn’t be the case. This cultivation art was a family inheritance that was only passed down to guys and not girls. It was something unique.
(How did you know of this?)
Everyone stared at Wang Chuan and discovered that there was shock on his face.
“It can’t be, right?”
Tang Qian was dumbfounded. “Teacher Sun got it right?”
“Your ancestor must be an outstanding archaeologist, right? He discovered a cultural relic that recorded this cultivation art and eventually managed to decipher it.”
Sun Mo deduced. “Sadly, the deciphering wasn’t 100%. Maybe because his knowledge wasn’t complete enough or maybe there was a word trap in the recorded text, and it was overlooked by your ancestor.
“So no one in your clan is able to train the Nine Desolation True Dragon Art to its limits.”
Everyone looked at Wang Chuan. For a matter like this, only he could confirm its authenticity.
Wang Chuan fell silent.
He was after all a society veteran, and his face currently showed no expressions so no one could tell if there was anything wrong.
But his heart was drowning in tsunami waves.
This was because Sun Mo was correct.
This cultivation art was something his ancestor had discovered during an archaeology trip into a darkness ruin. His ancestor had used his entire life to decipher the text.
For generations, his clan had depended on this cultivation art to accumulate their wealth and strength until they rose and became a great teacher aristocratic clan.
After that, those geniuses among his ancestors finally discovered the problem of this cultivation art.
After one managed to gather the true dragon force from cultivating this art, one’s body would be filled with heat. The heat was so bad that they would feel like they were being burned in blazing flames. Even in winter, it would feel like they were being baked inside a furnace.
At the same time, they would be overly filled with energy to the point that they would burn out and die.
Why did Wang Chuan marry so many concubines?
Because a single wife had no way to allow him to vent all the true dragon force.
However, when he was venting all this excess energy, there was a chance that his cultivation art would go berserk and it would lead to his death due to all his energy being completely exhausted.
Many of Wang Chuan’s clan people died in their beds.
“Should I ask him for help?”
Wang Chuan felt conflicted as he was someone with pride. It was one thing to ask for guidance in a joking manner. But if it involved his pride and also had a connection to his clan’s ultimate art, he had no choice but to treat it seriously.
“Did none of the people from your clan ever reach the Saint Realm? The ninth transformation of the Legendary Realm should be the limit, right?”
For the last step, one’s mortal coil would be shed and they would enter the Saint Realm!
That was a ‘region’ only saints could enter.
Naturally, it didn’t only refer to knowledge but also combat strength.
“I think this is the case!”
Zhou Zerui recalled.
Through the generations, the Wang Clan had been serving as teachers in the Black-White Academy. They were considered part of the main force of the academy.
After seeing Sun Mo returning back to the rostrum, Wang Chuan gritted his teeth and made his decision.
(I’ll beg him for guidance!)
(Should I privately visit him with expensive gifts?)
Wang Chuan wasn’t a three-year-old child. He knew someone like Sun Mo would be very wealthy and wouldn’t lack treasures. What he needed was fame.
If he didn’t ask Sun Mo now and give him sufficient face, Sun Mo would absolutely not help him in private.
“S…Sun-laoshi, please give me some guidance!”
Wang Chuan clasped his hands and bowed.
Hua~
This scene caused everyone to be stunned.
Even a 7-stars great teacher had lowered his head?
However, what could Sun Mo guide him on?
He definitely couldn’t have learned Wang Chuan’s clan’s ultimate art before. So, how did he know it through ‘touch’?
That was impressive then.
Now, some people had decided that they would not allow Sun Mo to touch them, or their cultivation arts would be leaked.
“The Nine Desolation True Dragon Art is overly tyrannical. You can only practice it if you eat some alchemy pills or train it in some special environments. This is the biggest reason why your true dragon force remains in your body and is unable to be vented.”
Sun Mo explained.
“Sun-laoshi, please don’t stint on your knowledge and guide me!”
Wang Chuan bowed again.
“I know a few types of alchemy pills, but they are too rare and it’s difficult to concoct them. As for an environment, you can look for a cold pond or head to some ice caves.”
Honestly speaking, if this art was the completed version, there was no need for things to be so troublesome. But why was Sun Mo taking the pains to explain all these to him?
“Speaking of which…Hey system, where did all the cultivation arts you give me come from? Are they collected by previous hosts?”
Sun Mo was puzzled.
In the past, there was the Nine Desolation True Dragon Art among the cultivation arts given to him by the system. But because it was not saint-tier, Sun Mo had only read it casually and didn’t train in it.