Chapter 1322 - Birth of A New Great Teacher Halo!

Chapter 1322 Birth of A New Great Teacher Halo!

“F*ck!”

Those who were looking at the brilliant golden light from the paper, even those well-learned people, could only say the work ‘f*ck’ to express the astonishment in their hearts, let alone those who were uneducated.

Sun Mo had written a Great Teacher Poem!

What was a Great Teacher Poem?

It meant that the great teacher’s emotions were very intense. After writing this poem, it’d come with the effect of a great teacher halo and be everlasting.

When someone read this poem, they’d be reinforced with this great teacher halo.

A work like this was a precious treasure in the great teacher world, without any exception.

Xu Chunbo’s eyes opened wide, and he walked quickly toward the altar table.

“Haha, it’s a sure win!”

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Gu Xiuxun was elated.

As for reading the poem?

There was no hurry!

(This is my man’s work. I can go for one round with Sun Mo every night while I look at it.)

(Hold on, these people will likely snatch it, right?)

Mei Ziyu and Sun Mo’s students looked at him in admiration.

After the astonishment, Secondary Saint Zhou felt very gloomy. How the hell was he going to win against that?

This was the first time in his life that he had experienced a huge sense of helplessness.

Xu Chunbo recited this poem rhythmically.

Everyone’s expressions were shocked by Sun Mo’s valor.

Everyone here was a great teacher, so their literary capabilities weren’t bad. This poem was written by Sun Mo to compare himself to a chrysanthemum. When the flower bloomed, all other flowers would wither. The towering fragrance would definitely fill the Nine Provinces.

This was saying that Sun Mo was confident and proud of the fact that he’d definitely become the Saint Gate’s sect lord.

The scene of a towering fragrance filling the entire city immediately appeared and they also felt a sharp pressure.

“The effect of this great teacher halo is similar to ‘Persistence’. However, compared to it, there’s more vigor and valor!”

Wei Ziyou commented.

After a student was reinforced by its effect, they could study incessantly for consecutive months, as if they were injected with chicken blood. The effect of this poem was even better.

Everyone discussed this poem amongst themselves, convinced by the beautiful and majestic image it depicted.

“Sigh, Secondary Saint Sun’s performances are perfect in all three rounds. How are others going to stand a chance?”

“I already said that he is a Dual-Sage in Calligraphy and Painting. This round is a free win for him!”

“Please, even if someone is a Dual-Sage in Calligraphy and Painting, it’s impossible for a great teacher halo to be born each time they compose a poem. Secondary Saint Sun is just too amazing.”

Everyone looked at the six secondary saints, feeling that they were very pitiful. It was as if they were hung up and given a harsh beating.

“Alright, everyone has admired Secondary Saint Sun’s poem. Who will go next?”

Xu Chunbo asked.

Chen Zhiming gritted his teeth and backed off. The others were also looking very dejected.

It wasn’t a problem for them to compose a poem that was above average, but when compared it against Sun Mo’s?

It’d be seeking humiliation.

“I forfeit!” Fang Hong gave up decisively.

“I forfeit too!” Gao Ning shrugged. “It’s not embarrassing to lose to Dual-Sage Sun!” The other secondary saints express their wish to forfeit too.

Sun Mo won this round without a fight.

Pa pa pa!

Sun Mo’s supporters immediately clapped. After three rounds, his performance was the best, so the position of the sect lord was his for sure.

“Don’t be anxious. I didn’t say that we’re only competing for three rounds!”

Xu Chunbo reminded them.

“Huh? There’s more?”

Qin Yaoguang felt upset.

“Of course. The sect lord is such an important position. How can it be decided through just three rounds of competition?”

Xu Chunbo rolled his eyes and was about to announce the content for the fourth round. However, he was interrupted by Bao Dewei.

“Saint, please hold on!”

After Bao Dewei stopped him, he cupped his fists toward Sun Mo.

“Secondary Saint Sun, this might be brazen of me, but I’d like to ask for a poem!”

Bao Dewei smiled awkwardly. “I’m going home, so I can’t possibly return empty-handed, right? I’d like to ask Secondary Saint Sun to help fulfill my wish!”

Sssss!

Everyone understood the hidden meaning behind Bao Dewei’s words. He wasn’t going to continue with the competition.

He must have been convinced by Sun Mo, right?

“It’s still unknown who will win the position. Why does Secondary Saint Bao have to do this?”

Sun Mo asked.

“Sigh!”

Bao Dewei shook his head and smiled. “I’m already an old antique that’s getting closer and closer to death. The reason I came to contend for the sect lord position is just to give myself some pressure to see if I have a chance to reach for the saint realm. But by the looks of it, it’s just my wishful thinking.”

Seeing how he had said this, Sun Mo felt bad to say anymore. He looked at Bao Dewei and thought of a poem.

“I’ll be presenting my incompetence then.”

Sun Mo picked up the brush once again, dipped it in his blood, and then wrote down a poem on the new piece of paper that the female clerk had laid out.

Although long lives the tortoise wise, in the end he can not but die! [1]

Although the stabled steed is old, he dreams to run for mile and mile! [1]

How happy I feel at this thought, I croon this poem as I ought! (1)

Bao Dewei watched as Sun Mo finished reading it and was stunned. His gaze was in a daze and his voice trembled. “Wha… what is it called?”

“[Though the Tortoise Lives Long]!”

Sun Mo looked at Bao Dewei. “The moment when a person dies isn’t when they stop breathing but when they lose their dream and their courage to keep on fighting!”

“Secondary Saint Bao, don’t you feel that it’s the greatest misfortune to us great teachers when we die in our bed?”

After Sun Mo said this, the entire place fell silent.

The people watching in the hall were all high star-level great teachers and were naturally not young either. Out of which, many of them had given up on making progress and were starting to live out the rest of their lives.

They were either greedy for enjoyment or powerless. But now, after seeing Sun Mo’s poem, they felt that they were still young and could still fight!

“Haha! Haha!”

Bao Dewei suddenly laughed loudly. He then raised his hand and slapped himself a few times.

(That’s right!)

(So what if I’m about to die of old age soon?)

(This isn’t a reason why I should feel dejected!)

(On the contrary, I should use the remaining time more meaningfully.) “In life’s December heroes bold, their indomitable style unchanging! [1]”

Bao Dewei mumbled, “Well said!”

Boom!

Golden light suddenly radiated from Bao Dewei. They turned into great steeds and galloped into the distance.

Those who were affected by the halo would think that they could fight for another 500 years!

“This… He gained enlightenment to a great teacher halo?”

Ji Xiangdong felt envious.

“Moreover, it’s one that hasn’t appeared before!”

Many people felt extremely envious. After those golden lights disappeared, they felt the effect of this great teacher halo while looking at Sun Mo.

If it wasn’t because their statuses weren’t high enough and that they were still in the hall, thus not daring to create a ruckus, they’d have immediately crowded around Sun Mo to ask him for a poem.

“Thank you Teacher Sun for your guidance!” Bao Dewei performed a 90-degree bow toward Sun Mo.

Sun Mo accepted it.

Thereafter, everyone cupped their hands together and offered their congratulations to Bao Dewei.

“Congratulations Secondary Saint for comprehending a new halo!”

There were many secondary saints in history, not many could leave their names behind. However, Bao Dewei had gained an enlightenment to a brand new great teacher halo, so he’d definitely be able to leave his name behind in history.

“Thank you!”

Bao Dewei remained reserved.

After a round of polite talk, Xu Chunbo announced the start of the fourth round.

“It’s a coincidence that the fourth round is to climb a sacred mountain. The sacred mountain is located on the back of a divine turtle.”

This time around, Xu Chunbo personally did the job. 15 minutes later, he brought out a tortoise that was carved from white jade. It was about the size of a basketball.

Everyone exchanged glances. What was this?

“This is a secret treasure of darkness that the first generation saint brought back from the Darkness Continent. If you look into the tortoise’s eyes, your soul will be cast onto its back. After that, you’ll be able to see a stretch of heavenly stairs. What you have to do is climb all the way up to the peak of the sacred mountain!”

Xu Chunbo explained.

“The time limit for this round is seven days. Those who cannot ascend to the peak will be eliminated then. The last one to reach will also be eliminated.”

Xu Chunbo explained.

“What if no one manages to reach the peak?”

Someone asked.

“Then none of these people has the right to inherit the sect lord position. We’ll do a new round of selection!”

Xu Chunbo looked at everyone and spoke with a harsh tone, “Our Saint Gate’s objective has always been to go without than to accept shoddy options.”

“Everyone, you can start at any moment!” After Xu Chunbo said that, he then reminded them, “Time flows differently on the tortoise shell than in the Nine Provinces. One day here will be like seven years inside.”

“Huh? Then wouldn’t seven days be 49 years inside? And there’s still a possibility that one cannot reach the peak in time?”

Everyone was shocked.

After Bao Dewei forfeited, Secondary Saint Qian forfeited as well. It was because even if Sun Mo were to make a mistake, he would still have no chance to win. After all, both Secondary Saint Zhou and Secondary Saint Hong had shown outstanding performance.

Therefore, the fourth round was a competition between five people.

They followed the method Xu Chunbo taught and looked into the white jade tortoise’s eyes. Then, a figure flew out from their forehead and was cast onto the tortoise shell.

“Hmmm? Look! There’s someone on the tortoise shell now!”

There were five small figures—the miniature version of Sun Mo and the other four secondary saints. Each of them was smaller than a sesame seed.

Only then did everyone notice that those extremely fine and undetectable horizontal lines on the tortoise shells were many steps. “Everyone can go back now. You won’t be able to see the battle situation even if you were to remain here!”

After Xu Chunbo said that, he sat down cross-legged. As the judge, he had to constantly monitor the progress of the competition, preventing anyone from cheating or causing damage.

An Zaiyi stood up.

“Grandfather!”

An Xinhui was stunned. “Aren’t you going to watch anymore?”

“There’s no need to!”

After An Zaiyi said that, he left.

When everyone heard this, they were filled with admiration. This was how confident he was toward Sun Mo!

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Only An Xinhui sensed that An Zaiyi was distant and cold toward Sun Mo.

“Everyone, I’ll be taking my leave too!”

Bao Dewei had comprehended a new great teacher halo and needed to hurry back to consolidate his state of mind.

Soon, Bao Dewei returned to the courtyard where he was staying.

As a secondary saint, he could afford such a property. It was just that he didn’t like luxurious stuff, so other than an old servant, there was no one else serving him. It thus appeared a little cold.

Walking into the study, he was about to record his thoughts when he was suddenly stunned. This was because An Zaiyi was standing in front of the bookshelf with his hands behind his back.

“Saint An?”

Bao Dewei bowed, but he felt a little uncomfortable. Wasn’t it too rude to enter someone’s study without the owner’s permission?

However, thinking about how he was indebted to Sun Mo, Bao Dewei didn’t complain.

“You have no hope of becoming a saint in this life!”

An Zaiyi went straight to the point.

“What do you mean by this?”

Bao Dewei was unhappy. He had been enlightened by Sun Mo, and it was time for his ambitions to explode. He could not tolerate such contempt.

“What I mean is that you won’t mature even if you’re kept around. Instead, you’ll rot. So it’s better to harvest now!”

An Zaiyi turned around and looked at Bao Dewei.

“”It’ is very hungry now and needs to eat!”

“Who?”

Bao Dewei didn’t know what this guy was talking about.

However, An Zaiyi didn’t have the mood to explain anything

A short moment later, there were no traces of anyone left in the study but a great teacher attire. It soon also turned into dust and dissipated into the air.

[1] Poetry written by Cao Cao. Extract of translation obtained from: http://www.360doc.com/content/15/1126/15 18339917_516071374.shtml