Confucius Said: The Master is Too Lazy to Explain, You Are Unworthy to Hear

Su Mo suddenly recalled the description of Confucius in ancient texts: Confucius stood nine feet six inches tall and could lift a city gate—he was a powerhouse in the truest sense!

Therefore, it is recorded in the Analects.

The Master said: The Master does not speak of strange forces, chaos, and spirits.

Which is to say, the Master cannot be bothered to waste words on you, and will use strange, forceful power to beat you until you are senseless.

This goes to show the might of Confucius.

And in this fantasy world, Confucius was truly more than just a little bit stronger; even those gods in the Divine Realm were nothing compared to the Sage.

In the corner, the moment Su Mo's physique shifted, Tang San's muscles tensed to their limit. The instincts of a Tang Sect disciple made him sense an unprecedented, lethal threat. The pressure radiating from that body even surpassed some of the supreme experts he had faced in his past life!

No thinking, no hesitation.

Under extreme stress, his hands flickered slightly within his sleeves.

Three nearly invisible glimmers of light tore through the air!

The Sleeve Arrow flew out!

Though crude, with the reinforcement of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, it was enough to pierce through wooden planks.

Most importantly—it was silent!

Su Yuntao noticed nothing, Old Jack noticed nothing, and the children in the chaos noticed nothing.

But Su Mo noticed!

In his eyes, the world seemed to slow down.

The flight paths of the three Sleeve Arrows were clearly visible. Instinct drove his body, and that massive right hand rose with a nimbleness completely at odds with his size.

Snap, snap, snap.

With three soft sounds, the Sleeve Arrows were pinched between his thumb and forefinger, as if he were catching three annoying mosquitoes.

Su Mo lowered his head, looking at the arrows at his fingertips, then toward Tang San, whose pupils had shrunk to pinpricks in the distance.

The Master said: A gentleman taking revenge, it is not too late.

Which is to say, the Master says that if a gentleman wishes to take revenge, doing it now is not too late.

He flicked his fingers lightly.

He did not flick the arrows back; instead, he used terrifying force to crush them directly into three small iron balls in mid-air, then gave them a flick—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The three muffled thuds sounded almost as one.

Tang San didn't even have time to react; he only felt three heavy impacts on his forehead in quick succession. His vision went black, and he fell straight backward, the back of his head hitting the ground with a heavy thud as he lost consciousness completely.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. By the time everyone reacted, they only saw Tang San lying on the ground with three bright red bumps swollen on his forehead, neatly arranged like the Calabash Brothers.

Su Mo had held back.

Not because Tang San was the protagonist of this world, but because of the man behind him, Haotian Douluo—Tang Hao!

"De-Deacon!" Old Jack panicked as he helped Tang San up and checked his breath. "He's still alive, just knocked out!"

Su Yuntao let out a long sigh of relief, casting a complex look at Su Mo. When he had caught those hidden weapons barehanded, Su Yuntao hadn't even seen what they were before they were countered; this displayed an extremely exquisite level of control.

But...

"The strength seems decent, the speed is good, and the reaction time is astonishing," Su Yuntao evaluated inwardly. "But the attack power... it could only knock a child unconscious. The practical value of this Spirit is likely limited."

He shook his head, suppressing the regret in his heart, and took out the blue crystal ball.

"Child, come and test your Spirit Power. Although the Spirit might be... well, what if?"

Su Mo looked at the crystal ball and extended his massive right hand. The moment his palm covered it—

Hum!!!

A light, even more intense and pure than when Tang San was tested, erupted violently! The entire ancestral hall was illuminated as if it were broad daylight; the radiance even shone through the gaps in the doors and windows, causing the villagers still lingering in the courtyard to let out bursts of exclamation.

"In-Innate... Full Spirit Power?!" Su Yuntao's voice trembled. "Another one with Innate Full Spirit Power! Within a single day, in the same village, two people with Innate Full Spirit Power!"

He whipped his head around to look at Old Jack, his eyes burning. "Your Holy Soul Village... no, this village of yours needs to be renamed! This is nothing short of a miracle!"

Old Jack wept with excitement. "The ancestors are blessing us, the ancestors are blessing us!"

Su Yuntao quickly calmed down.

Innate Full Spirit Power with Blue Silver Grass was astonishing, but the essence of the Spirit was too poor. And this Su Mo... although his Spirit form was strange and his attack power seemed insufficient, at least the defense and strength of this body appeared terrifying. Combined with Innate Full Spirit Power, his potential was immense.

"Child," Su Yuntao said, looking up and using the gentlest tone he could manage, "I am Su Yuntao, a deacon of the Notting Spirit Hall. You possess Innate Full Spirit Power; you are a one-in-a-million genius. Our Spirit Hall has one work-study student quota every year, which can guarantee your admission to the Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy with full tuition waivers and a living stipend. I would like to give this quota to you."

The ancestral hall fell silent.

Everyone looked at Su Mo. Old Jack opened his mouth to speak but stopped; he looked at Tang San, then at Su Mo, and finally sighed.

Both palms and the back of the hands are made of flesh; he would feel bad regardless of who lost the qualification.

However, Su Mo shook his head.

"Thank you, Deacon, but... I don't need it."

"What?" Su Yuntao was stunned.

"Give the spot to Tang San," Su Mo's voice came from within that massive frame, still carrying the innocence of a child. "His spirit needs this opportunity."

This was merely a pretext.

What mattered was that the moment his spirit power was tested, Su Mo had felt something burning beneath the skin on the back of his right hand.

He looked down.

Through his pale golden skin, he could see a vague character slowly emerging. It was another ancient seal script, its strokes more complex and profound than the "Virtue" character on his back.

"Dao."

He could only vaguely make out the outline of the character, but the aura it radiated made him instinctively know—this was far better than a work-study spot, better than Notting Academy, and better than the vast majority of opportunities he knew of.

He had found a better path.

Therefore, compared to entering an uncontrollable environment, staying in the village to cultivate on his own was safer.

Su Yuntao opened his mouth, eventually letting out a long sigh. "Very well, to each their own. But child, if you change your mind, you can come find me at the Spirit Hall in Notting City at any time."

He put away the crystal ball, preparing to finish his work for the day. However, the moment his fingers touched the testing sphere—

Crack.

A faint sound of shattering.

Su Yuntao's body stiffened. He slowly lifted the crystal ball, holding it up to the light to examine it closely.

An extremely fine crack spread from the core of the sphere, diffusing like a spiderweb. Then, before his horrified eyes, this testing crystal—issued by the Spirit Hall and capable of withstanding the full-force strike of a Great Spirit Master—

With a "pop," it turned into a handful of crystalline powder, cascading down through his fingers.

Inside the ancestral hall, you could hear a pin drop.

Su Yuntao stared blankly at his empty palm, then suddenly snapped his head up to look at Su Mo, who had already turned and was walking toward the door. Behind that massive back, the "Virtue" character flickered in and out of view in the light filtering through the door gap.

A thought that made his entire body run cold surged up uncontrollably:

During the test just now... had this child actually held back?!