Chapter 22: My last name is Mo, my given name is Di!
Wow, this place is more than just a single dormitory. To Xuan Mo, it looked like a small, isolated courtyard.
And when he arrived, the entire compound was immaculately clean.
In the center of the compound stood a luxurious villa with numerous rooms. For example, each had its own bathroom, fully furnished, and a separate large reception room measuring approximately 100 square meters. Furthermore, all the daily necessities were brand new, making the entire courtyard feel like a unique entity.
Upon seeing this, Xuan Mo sighed in admiration before stepping into the courtyard.
Not long after, after packing his belongings, he noticed that it was already dark outside. He simply threw himself onto the bed, resting for the next day.
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A silent night passed.
As usual, before sunrise, Xuan Mo was already alone, strapped on his weights, and heading to the playground for his workout.
Afterwards, he finished his breakfast in the cafeteria and went to his own classroom.
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The black teaching building stood on the southeast side of the college, and the door was now open. All of a sudden, the noble freshmen came in one after another in their gorgeous yet not vulgar school uniforms.
After a long time.
When Xuan Mo walked to the freshman teaching building, the class bell rang, but he was not in a hurry at all. After seeing the sign of his class in the first classroom on the right side of the first floor of the teaching building, Xuan Mo walked in calmly before the bell stopped.
At this time, the seats in the classroom were basically full.
Because Xuan Mo was the last one to arrive, not only were there very few empty seats, but even the eyes of many freshmen were all on him at this moment.
At the same time, discussions rang out.
"Who's this guy from? He's so brazen! He even walks in so leisurely when class's already started. My dad said the teacher was replaced at short notice this time. He's said to be incredibly strict, not a simple person at all."
"Yeah, that guy's got a lot of nerve."
"He's just a commoner, I tell you..."
Xuan Mo remained calm, his face and heart remaining calm despite everyone's comments.
He walked straight to the window and sat down in an empty seat. Next to him was a very pretty young noblewoman.
However, she looked a bit like the aristocratic princesses he'd imagined. She had a haughty demeanor, her head held high, not even glancing at him.
Occasionally, she'd lower her head and say to Xuan Mo, "Commoner, please respect your status and behave yourself."
This was all thanks to her being a girl, and Xuan Mo didn't bother to argue with her. If there weren't any other seats around, he wouldn't have chosen to sit here.
After sitting down, Xuan Mo took out a chicken drumstick, under the disgusted gaze of the little girl and the astonishment of the others.
He then took a quick look around the classroom.
Admittedly, the classroom was well-equipped, yet his class consisted of only thirty students.
Given the small class size of five or six, the new student body must have been around one hundred and fifty.
"Goodness! It seems the number of commoners in this Barak Kingdom's Junior Spirit Master Academy is incredibly small."
Xuan Mo shook his head slightly, ripping the meat off the chicken drumstick and swallowing it. Amidst the disgusted stares, he tossed the drumstick bone out the window.
Just then, a man entered the classroom. He was an elderly man, well into his fifties, with a weathered face, though his graying hair was neatly arranged. He wore a long black robe and was of medium build. His deep-set eyes were deep, bright, and piercing.
Xuan Mo's eyes widened slightly upon seeing the newcomer, for he had been deeply impressed by the old man.
He was the old Soul King they'd met at the registration desk, someone called something like "Old Mo," a tough character.
It looked like he was going to be this class's teacher. Life in this class was about to get tough.
The young nobles and ladies, seeing the teacher enter, suddenly quieted the previously chaotic class, their gazes fixed on the podium.
After all, their families had just warned them that this teacher was no ordinary person and they needed to be more humble. And, vaguely, they sensed a ferocious aura slowly enveloping the classroom.
Old Mo's gaze swept calmly from left to right, and everyone felt as if they were being watched. An invisible pressure, mingled with a menacing aura, settled over them.
"My surname is Mo, and my given name is Di!"
The old voice, brimming with arrogance and dominance, instantly startled and captured the entire class's attention.
However, the moment Mo Di pronounced his name, the entire class erupted in a clamor.
"Oh my God! How could it be Mo Di!"
"Damn it! This old man is a killer! It is said that many teachers in the academy have died at his hands."
"That's right. And most importantly, no one dares to mess with this old man. With the strength of a Soul King, he could defeat a Soul Emperor. And my family says that if it weren't for his hidden illness, this old man would have probably already cultivated to the Soul Douluo realm."
Xuan Mo listened intently, taking in the news from the conversations around him.
Meanwhile, he observed Mo Di's expression. But as his face gradually turned livid, Xuan Mo knew those who spoke up were about to suffer.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, a terrifying aura surged from Mo Di's body. The powerful soul power surges oppressed every student present, making them feel breathless.
And then, circles of soul rings slowly rose from Mo Di's feet. Five soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and one black—exuded an indescribably powerful aura.
At the same time, a Azure vine appeared from Mo Di's body, but the color of the vine was as bright red as blood. A faint bloody aura emanated from him, permeating his entire body.
When Xuan Mo saw this, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind: it was a mutated martial soul.
Then, Xuan Mo saw the first soul ring on Mo Di's body light up slightly. Suddenly, his martial soul turned into dozens of blood-red whips and lashed down fiercely.
"Hiss!"
In the next second, before Xuan Mo could react, he felt a sudden piercing pain on his right arm.
Xuan Mo looked down and found that there was a blood mark as thick as a thumb on his right arm.
In fact, it was not just him, but everyone was no exception. However, some were on the hands, and the one that just kept muttering was on the forehead.
He glanced at the side again, wow. The little girl was crying, it turned out that she was whipped on the thigh.
"Remember this! This is your punishment. From now on, there will be no noble ladies or young masters in my class. Here, you are just my students, students of the academy. You students are not allowed to talk about teachers or disrupt order during class!"
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