Absolute Great Teacher Chapter 907 - Dark Saint, Ten-Thousand Leaves!

Chapter 907: Dark Saint, Ten-Thousand Leaves!

Although Sun Mo had broken through, the spirit qi in his reserves, his stamina, his injuries that he had received from the fighting earlier had no way to recover.
Although someone like Duanmu Li had the name of a Darkness Starlord, he was still a great teacher with morality and bottomline.
“I must think of a way to pull him to the side of light.”
Sun Mo racked his brains.
If there was such a major character in the Central Province Academy, it would be an extremely beneficial thing to the school. Not only could he teach the students, but he could teach the great teachers as well.
Even if he didn’t teach them actively, as long as the students and teachers followed and observed him, they would be able to benefit.
(In any case, I have no interest in beast taming. After I learn the Great Desolation Dragon Subduing Scripture, it isn’t impossible to get the dragon soul to cooperate with Duanmu Li for some research.)
Sun Mo was still thinking about the conditions he should offer, but he suddenly heard Duanmu Li shouting.
“Flee quickly!”
Flee?
Sun Mo lifted his head in puzzlement. He then saw seeds suddenly appearing on Duanmu Li’s body as they sprouted. After that, they grew swiftly as their tender branches could be seen.
At the end of these branches, flower buds appeared in the blink of an eye and leaves followed.
As for Duanmu Li, he was growing visibly skinnier at a very fast rate.
“Teacher Duanmu!”
Sun Mo felt shocked in his heart and wanted to act to aid him. But at the next instant, he felt like his entire body had been stuffed inside a freezer. He involuntarily began to shiver.
This was instinctive fear and terror.
Moreover, because he had a spiritual contract with the dragon soul using the divine language, he could also feel the dragon soul’s emotions. Right now, this ancient dragon soul, the divine beast guarding the Dragon Subduing Academy, was so afraid that it was like a noob chicken that had met a majestic eagle.
A fearsome atmosphere instantly descended in the entire great hall.
Before Sun Mo could find the enemy, Duanmu Li was already turning into a tree. It was like spring had just arrived, and the tree was basking in vitality, growing large roots and huge leaves.
“Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves, you despicable scum!”
Duanmu Li roared.
He truly didn’t expect that Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves, who had always been in close-door seclusion and showed no interest in matters of the external world, would act at this critical junction. But he could only blame himself for being careless.
“Sun Mo, flee quickly!”
Duanmu Li’s body was glowing with a golden light. He decided to stake his life. His Four Symbols Battle Pets also started rushing toward the northeastern corner.
However, as they charged over halfway, massive stolons shot out from the earth and entangled them. After that, roots began growing from the stolons and pierced into the battle pets, absorbing their lifeforce.
Hu~
A huge gust of wind kicked up. Green motes of light swiftly transformed into green leaves that instantly enveloped the dragon soul. They then started revolving like a tornado.
A middle-aged man appeared. He wasn’t dressed in clothes made of silk or sackcloth, but large quantities of leaves covered him instead. There was also a circlet made of willow branches on his head.
The wind gusted, and the willow leaves on the circlet fluttered.
The middle-aged man took the bottle gourd on his waist and plucked the stopper out.
“Seal!”
After a loud shout, the leaf tornado surrounding the dragon soul was sucked into the gourd. Then, the middle-aged man looked at Sun Mo.
A sense of crisis appeared in Sun Mo’s heart.
Bzz~
The Battlegod Protection Halo appeared and it immediately caused the bone-chilling sensation of death to fade away.
“Is this the great teacher halo you comprehended from the Battlegod Catalog?”
The middle-aged man surveyed Sun Mo and couldn’t help but nod. “Interesting!”
“Wanye*!”
Duanmu Li roared.
“The winner becomes the king, the loser becomes vilified. Don’t be noisy anymore.”
The middle-aged man casually waved his hands.
Swish~ Swish~ Swish~
The leaves growing out from Duanmu Li’s body fell down. After that, they swirled rapidly and pierced into Duanmu Li’s body like sharp blades.
Ten thousand leaves pierced his heart.
Ci! Ci! Ci!
These leaves not only pierced into his body, but they also completely diced him up.
Huala~
Fresh blood and pieces of flesh fell onto the ground. But in the blink of an eye, the roots absorbed everything; not even a spot of blood was left. The area where Duanmu Li had been standing at was so clean that it was like no one had died there.
Sun Mo was so angry that he coughed up blood. Damn, so a third party would profit from their struggle, and all of them would be insta-killed.
Ten-Thousand Leaves?
Undoubtedly, this person should be one of the three great Saints of Dark Dawn, Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves. He had another title – ‘The Unfalling Ten Thousand Leaves’.
It was said that everywhere he went, regardless of which season it was, the dead trees of that place would recover and bloom to welcome his arrival.
How the hell should Sun Mo fight then?
Be it in terms of strength, scheming, knowledge…the other party was a Saint. Speaking of intelligence, this person had just crushed Duanmu Li.
One must know that Duanmu Li had been scheming against Murong Ye and Xiao Fulong. If there were no outsiders like Sun Mo and Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves, the final winner would have been Duanmu Li.
“Master, don’t think of resisting. Quickly plead for mercy and bow down at once. Maybe we will be able to live then.”
The scarab’s voice rang out in Sun Mo’s mind frenziedly.
Due to the contract, once Sun Mo died, the scarab would die with him instead of obtaining freedom. Hence, it felt afraid because it knew how unyielding Sun Mo was.
As expected, Sun Mo gradually calmed down despite his nervousness and panic. He completely showed no signs of being terrified.
When the Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves saw this scene, his eyes brightened slightly.
One must know that upon reaching the Saint Realm, other people would feel an impulse to kneel and bow in worship toward them. The aura given off by saints would allow ordinary people to feel like they were being glared at by lions who had been hungry for several days. And due to the instinctive terror they felt, their wills would be shaken.
“Good morning, Saint!”
Sun Mo greeted him because of etiquette.
Logically speaking, bowing slightly toward a high-ranking great teacher was the correct method. However, Duanmu Li had been killed by Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves, and Sun Mo’s admiration of Duanmu Li was relatively high. Hence, he didn’t bow to indicate his attitude.
“Are you not afraid of death?”
At the instant the voice of Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves rang out, Sun Mo’s skin suddenly bloomed with many flower buds and they were frenziedly absorbing his lifeforce.
This caused Sun Mo to feel even weaker.
However, Sun Mo remained unmoved and replied in a resounding tone, “The death of a person wasn’t when they reached the end of their life or were buried in a coffin. If I bow down to you now, I would die even if I lived.”
Bzz!
Priceless Advice activated.
Golden light erupted forth and shone on the body of Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves.
Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves lowered his head. A teasing smile appeared on his lips. “A hundred years? Or 200 years? It has been a very long time since I last saw a great teacher who dared to use Priceless Advice on me. But your words are truly well-spoken.”
Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves believed it to be so.
“My master, are you trying to scare me to death?”
The scarab wanted to cry, but no tears could come out. (I know you are a master at using golden sentences, but can we take a look at the current situation? If Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves want to kill you, it would only take an instant. It’s even easier than squeezing an egg to break you.)
“I will give you a chance. Join my great teacher circle!”
Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves suggested.
Even for a saint, as long as one was a great teacher, they would feel the desire to ‘collect’ good students. Because only with good students would they be able to pass down their knowledge.
[1] Wanye is the name of Saint Ten-Thousand Leaves