Chapter 9: To Be Or Not To Be?

  It seems that Mo Yan this old man is destined to be heartbroken, and it's only the second day. There are already only four people left in the class, and Zhang Rui is naturally among them. Of course, the one who heard the news with the most joy is still that scoundrel Zhang Rui.

  "Gentlemen, I'm delighted that you've passed my test. Unexpectedly, only the three of you have made it through in the end." By the third day, the entire class had dwindled down to just these three people. Old Man Mo Yan was overjoyed; after all, there were still three people who persisted until the very end.

  "Hey, classmate, tell me why you stayed behind?" Mo Yan asked Student A.

  "Uh! Teacher, because I've been having insomnia lately at night, I found that the only time I can sleep well is when listening to your lectures, so teacher, please hurry up and start class!!"

  The old man with three black lines on his forehead, damn it, he ran to me to sleep. Although my lectures are a bit boring (uh, seems not just a bit), but you think I'm singing a lullaby? This is really unbearable for an uncle, but not for an aunt. Mo Yan had the urge to slap this guy to death.

  Hold on, hold on, there are still two students left, maintain your amiable and affable image as a teacher, don't scare the other two students.

  "And you, classmate, why did you stay behind?" Mo Yan asked Student B with a warm and friendly tone.

  "Sir, I made a bet with my classmate. If I can hold on here for three days, he'll treat me to a month's worth of meals. So sir, please let me stay this afternoon, just one more afternoon."

  "Ahhhhh!" A flock of crows flew over Mo Yan's head, what kind of freak students are these? It's really infuriating, Mo Yan questioned his teaching abilities for the first time. If he was still full of confidence before, now he's almost lost all hope.

  "This fellow student, what reason do you have, speak up." Mo Yan said with a dejected tone.

  "Because, sir, you speak so well, I'm extremely interested in what you have to say. If I don't listen every day, I feel uneasy all over. After listening to your lectures, I realized how big the world is and that there are people outside of people and skies beyond the sky."

  "To be honest, my admiration for you, sir, is like the Yangtze River, endless and unstoppable, just like the Yellow River bursting its banks. Zhang Rui is really too shameless, speaking without thinking, not even batting an eyelid."

  The old man's mood was like a rocket, instantly full of blood and revived. He had already lost all hope, but unexpectedly this classmate named Zhang Rui was so powerful, this is the kind of person he has been looking for, it was worth his great efforts to cultivate (damn, you seem to be like a tape recorder without emotions).

  "Alright, Zhang Rui, follow me." Mo Yan led Little Zhang Rui out of Yingchuan Academy and headed towards the back mountain.

  "Mojia secret art, dragon's wing." Suddenly, with a loud crash, Mo Yan's hand was already holding a pair of wings that looked just like a real dragon's wings. It was indeed a good name to take.

  Mo Yan grasped Zhang Rui and pulled up the dragon's wings, instantly soaring into the sky. "Wow, so cool." I want to fly even higher~~~~Zhang Rui was thrilled and wanted to sing a song.

  The dragon's wings rose higher and higher, the entire city of Yingchuan was already in sight. Zhang Rui saw the Yingchuan Academy, saw the Fat Donglai Wine House inside the city. This Mohist organ technique is so wonderful, and just now he didn't see how the old man Mo Yan took this thing out.

  Isn't this Mohist divine technique just the art of space? At this time, Zhang Rui felt a stream of air from the dragon's wings flowing through his hands into his body, running along a fixed route and finally returning to his brain. This air was very fine and small, but it gave him a very strong feeling.

  What's going on? Is this what people call qi feeling? Didn't they say that one can't be aware of it oneself? Then what's going on here? Although this energy is very fine and small, doesn't it mean that I already have a sense of qi and can be aware of it now?

  At the time Zhang Rui was thinking about things, Mo Yan had already brought Zhang Rui down.

  "Sir, why didn't you take me flying again?"

  "You stinky little brat, you think using the Dragon's Wings doesn't require divine power to support it? I'm old, and with you by my side, we can only last an hour."

  Mo Yan looked very tired and his waist was even more bent. "Sir, you said I can awaken the Mo family's divine ability?"

  Zhang Rui was very worried because Xun Shuang had already told him that he didn't have any breath, naturally he couldn't feel any gas sensation either, and of course, he couldn't awaken any ability.

  Mo Yan walked forward, placed his hand on Zhang Rui's shoulder, and after a moment, Mo Yan shook his head. The result was already very clear: Zhang Rui did not possess any aura. Mo Yan felt helpless, thinking he had found a successor to the Mo family, but this kid didn't have any aura at all. Even if he worked hard, his accomplishments would be limited.

  His own senior brother was an ordinary person, Mo Yan knew well. His senior brother had worked hard for a lifetime but couldn't become an inner disciple of the Mo family and had no chance to learn the inner door mechanism technique. In the end, he could only live a mediocre life outside, opening a wine house to gather intelligence for the Mo family.

  "You stinky little kid, don't lose heart. Not being able to feel the existence of Qi doesn't mean you can't become a Mo Family disciple. You can still manipulate some simple Mo Family mechanisms, it's just that even if you spend your whole life at it, you'll probably never reach great mastery."

  "May I use the Dragon's Wings, sir?" Mo Yan didn't respond, only silently lowering his head. Crushing a person's confidence and drive was an extremely shameful behavior, but Mo Yan couldn't tell a lie, so he could only tacitly agree.

  Zhang Rui had long guessed this result, and this blow was nothing. After all, when he first knew it, he had been sad for several days. He touched the dragon's wing, and Zhang Rui actually felt a little reluctant to part with it.

  Rubbed and rubbed, Zhang Rui suddenly felt that the small stream of air in his mind was running along a fixed route again, then transmitted to the Dragon's Wings, and then transmitted back to his own body through the Dragon's Wings.

  "Ah~~~~ Mr. save me." The dragon's wings actually flew up.

  "Divine power, how is this possible? This kid's body clearly doesn't have any aura," Mo Yan could only be described as shocked at this moment. From the Hundred Families' Strife to now, he had never heard of anyone who couldn't sense aura being able to use divine power.

  Just as Zhang Rui felt that the energy in his body had been exhausted, Mo Yan flew up and grabbed Zhang Rui, pulling him to safety.

  "Little one, can you feel the presence of Chi?"

  "Sir, I feel a very light air flowing in my body and then returning to my mind." Indeed, it was true what Mo Yan said. Without the Mo family's divine power, the Dragon's Wings could not be activated automatically. This kid had no aura on his body, yet he actually grasped the feeling of Qi and comprehended the Mo family's divine power.

  "Take this book with you, study it well tonight and meet me here before sunrise tomorrow. I will test your cultivation results."

  Mo Yan put away the dragon's wings and went down the mountain. Only silly Zhang Rui was left, why did he always speak in half sentences? So, does this count as having a sense of humor or not?