Wang Wanjian then rushed to Ji Mo's side and kowtowed heavily, confirming their master-disciple relationship.
The last sliver of the sunset in the west was completely swallowed by darkness. Before the sun fully set, Ji Mo finally received his third student.
Almost everyone present had previously believed that Ji Mo would not succeed in taking on three students. Now that the fact was before them, they all felt a burning sensation on their cheeks.
They speculated that Ji Mo had deliberately chosen to complete this task at the last moment to slap everyone in the face.
"So, have I succeeded now?"
Ji Mo asked Song Weixi calmly.
The latter's expression was numb, and then she turned to look at her old father, her eyes filled with questioning.
Song Weixi suspected that Song Zhenwei was behind it. Otherwise, why would a rare talent in the way of the saber like Wang Wanjian choose to become Ji Mo's student? It was too illogical.
Song Zhenwei shrugged, indicating it had nothing to do with him.
He was also very surprised. Ji Mo was more hidden than he had imagined. Not only could he help cultivators awaken special physiques, but he could also teach saber techniques. He truly felt more and more in awe of him, like looking up at a towering mountain.
"You have succeeded. From now on, you are a teacher at Langya Academy."
Song Weixi did not make things difficult for Ji Mo.
However, her heart was filled with helplessness. Letting a mortal become a teacher at the academy, she wondered if it was a blessing or a curse.
Song Zhenwei grinned inwardly, feeling that from this day on, he had successfully embarked on the path to becoming the most awesome dean.
"Dean, I object! How can a mortal be a teacher at Langya Academy? This will bring shame to the academy."
Zhuang Changming strongly objected, trying to prevent this outcome.
"That's right, I don't agree either..."
Cui Pei echoed, but before he could finish, he let out a scream and was sent flying by a slap from Ji Mo.
His face was covered in blood, his jaw was dislocated, half of his teeth had fallen out, and blood splattered everywhere.
"Xuanyang, this guy still owes us nine slaps. Go ahead and slap him."
Ji Mo said coldly.
He was afraid that if he acted, he might not hold back and would kill Cui Pei, so he gave the opportunity to Xuanyang, and also to temper Xuanyang's courage.
"Yes, teacher. Actually, I've wanted to slap him for a long time!"
Xuanyang had been extorted by Cui Pei many times before. This was a rare opportunity, and he naturally wanted to take the chance to retaliate.
Soon, the sound of slaps and screams echoed one after another. Cui Pei was directly slapped into a miserable state.
Hearing Cui Pei's screams, Zhuang Changming's heart pounded, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Ji Mo, give us some face. It's better to resolve enmities than to create them. How about we call off the bet?"
He said, steeling himself.
The thought of having to crawl while barking like a dog and shouting that he was a loser made Zhuang Changming almost collapse.
He couldn't possibly do something so embarrassing and humiliating.
"Call it off? You're overthinking it. It's only natural to honor a bet and pay your debts. If you're a man, fulfill your bet with spirit."
Ji Mo showed no regard for the other party.
"Ji Mo, don't push your luck too far."
Zhuang Changming gritted his teeth, his face ashen.
"Who is pushing whom? Get it straight. You provoked me, and you proposed the bet yourself. If I had lost the bet, would you have let me off?"
Ji Mo snorted coldly.
He didn't need to think to know that if he had lost, the other party would have mercilessly humiliated and degraded him.
Those who insult others will be insulted by others.
Ji Mo had no intention of letting Zhuang Changming off the hook.
"Who do you think you are? What can you do to me even if I refuse to honor the bet?"
Zhuang Changming put on a bold front and resorted to shamelessness.
He didn't believe Ji Mo could do anything to him.
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Wang Wanjian let out an angry roar, and his figure turned into a gust of wind, rushing towards Zhuang Changming's face.
"I heard your Gale Saber Technique is quite astonishing. Let me see how skilled you are."
Zhuang Changming was very proud and did not take Wang Wanjian seriously.
He circulated his spiritual energy and immediately struck out with a palm, forcing Wang Wanjian back.
"Hmph, nothing special."
Zhuang Changming became contemptuous.
"Mr. Ji said that women only affect the speed of drawing a saber. As long as one has no desires or demands in their heart, and their eyes have the saber, and their heart has the intent, they can draw their saber like the wind, as fast as lightning, and cut through all things with a single saber."
Wang Wanjian recalled Ji Mo's words to him, and his mind became clear.
As his eyes opened and closed, sharp light radiated from them, and saber intent filled the air. With a "chii..."
Wind rose from the ground, and surging spiritual energy converged towards Wang Wanjian. In an instant, a brilliant green long saber appeared in his hand.
Zhuang Changming's pupils suddenly contracted. He couldn't even see how the other party had drawn his saber.
A strong sense of crisis surged in his heart, clearly indicating that he knew Wang Wanjian was about to unleash the Gale Saber Technique.
"Face the gale!"
Instantly.
Wang Wanjian became one with his saber. The brilliant saber light cut through the darkness, and strands of saber intent filled the void. Terrifying gales swept out, engulfing Zhuang Changming like a tidal wave.
Zhuang Changming was like a small boat in a fierce storm. His face was filled with terror, and his pupils reflected the myriad of saber lights.
Wang Wanjian's saber strikes were as swift as ghosts. Each saber blow contained an invincible and fierce power that he could not resist.
"Ah..."
Zhuang Changming screamed. Like a falling leaf swept up by the autumn wind, his skin was cut by one bloody gash after another. Soon, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he was sent flying more than ten meters, crashing heavily onto the ground.
The students watching let out a series of gasps. They had thought Wang Wanjian would be taught a lesson by Zhuang Changming, but they hadn't expected Wang Wanjian to defeat Zhuang Changming so easily in just one move.
"Nothing special?"
Wang Wanjian strode in front of Zhuang Changming, thrust the long saber in his hand between his legs, and sneered, "Fulfill the bet obediently, or you'll have to squat to pee tomorrow."
Zhuang Changming's face was filled with terror. He could only endure the humiliation and began to crawl like a dog.
"Woof woof, I am a loser..."
Tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
...
In the dead of night, Cui Pei and Zhuang Changming, two unfortunate brothers, wept in each other's arms.
One was so badly beaten that his face was a bloody mess, and even his mother wouldn't have recognized him.
The other had suffered immense humiliation, crawling and barking like a dog, and shouting that he was trash. He had completely lost all face and could never show himself again.
"Revenge, I must have revenge! I will make that surname Ji pay the price."
Zhuang Changming's face was contorted with suppressed indignation, his eyes burning with fierce anger.
Cui Pei, however, was still fearful. Every time he targeted Ji Mo, he ended up in a miserable state. If he continued, he might even lose his life.
As if sensing Cui Pei's worry, Zhuang Changming said, "We don't need to act ourselves. Let's use a plan to kill with a borrowed knife. I heard that Lin Mengmeng originally wanted to seek apprenticeship from Wu Kong but accidentally became Ji Mo's student. Wu Kong is arrogant and petty. If he finds out that Lin Mengmeng possesses a special physique, he will definitely try to snatch her and find a way to deal with Ji Mo."
Cui Pei's eyes suddenly lit up. This plan was excellent. Wu Kong was a cultivator at the Spirit Saint realm. Dealing with Ji Mo would be as easy as turning over his hand.
Given Ji Mo's arrogant personality, he would definitely clash with Wu Kong. This time, there would be a good show to watch.
The two of them huddled together and began to plot.