Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

That day, as usual, he lay in the recliner left by Old Mu in front of the freshman dormitory building, with a half-read book covering his face to shield him from the sun.

The sound of footsteps from an uninvited guest approached. It wasn't yet time for students to get out of school, so the visitor was unlikely to be a student. It was more likely that someone had come to ask for something important.

Zhang Mo slowly removed the book from his face, lowered his center of gravity, and slowly got up from the recliner.

Over the past three months, whether he missed some past events or was influenced by the power of the Samsara Mirror in the Star Dou Great Forest and became curious, Zhang Mo's hair has slowly grown longer, and now he has a small braid tied up at the back of his head.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, and in front of him stood a long-bearded old man dressed in greasy clothes.

"Elder Xuan, what brings you here?"

Elder Xuan became the new head of the Sea God Pavilion. In the past three months, he has become much more composed than before, and his face no longer shows that carefree and indifferent expression. Instead, it is filled with determination.

He's now very attentive to everything at the academy, even drinking less often. Wang Yan said that Elder Xuan has privately asked him to drink less so he doesn't let alcohol cause trouble. But he's still eating just as many roasted chicken legs as before.

"You, Zhang Mo, your disciples are all practicing like crazy over there, and you're just hiding here sunbathing," Elder Xuan said irritably, his hands behind his back.

"Oh. Not at all." Zhang Mo held up a finger and waved it in front of Elder Xuan. "He's still young, his background is pitiful, and the burden on his shoulders is too heavy. He doesn't know how to repay Elder Mu's kindness, nor can he forget the pain Elder Mu's departure brought him."

"So he could only cultivate desperately, as if every little bit of progress he made each day was a way of repaying Elder Mu. It also helped him forget his pain."

Old Master Xuan seemed to have no patience to continue arguing with Zhang Mo. He bent down, stretched out his finger, and while Zhang Mo was talking eloquently and his attention was not on him, he flicked Zhang Mo's forehead with a crisp sound.

"Ahhh!!"

Zhang Mo rolled around on the recliner, clutching his forehead.

"It hurts so much! It's bulging up! It's bulging up! I'm going to become a unicorn! Ahhhh!"

Elder Xuan seemed quite pleased with Zhang Mo's discomfiture. He smiled and gently blew on the finger that had flicked Zhang Mo's forehead earlier, saying, "I don't care what method you use, the exchange with the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy is imminent, and he can't stay in this state. I need you to get him back to normal."

When Zhang Mo heard that it was a serious matter, he stopped fooling around, covered his forehead, and got up from the recliner that kept making creaking noises.

"I understand, leave it to me."

Elder Xuan gave Zhang Mo a deep look before speaking, "Are you really not going to the exchange program with the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy?"

Zhang Mo shook his head violently and said, "I'm not going. I know nothing about soul tools. Besides, if I go, it will probably affect Huo Yuhao's training."

"And I might go into seclusion afterward."

"Seclusion? You?" Elder Xuan looked incredulous. Zhang Mo's image had undergone a complete transformation in the past three months. Now he was the elder of the Sea God Pavilion, and there were no more classes for him in the outer academy. In the past three months, his leisurely lifestyle was no less than that of Elder Xuan before.

All I can say is that the only difference between Zhang Mo and Master Xuan over these three months is that Zhang Mo's clothes are always clean, and he doesn't like roasted chicken legs.

"Yes, I will go into seclusion. My current soul power is level 54, and I plan to remain in seclusion until I advance to level 60 Soul Emperor."

"Then...aren't you going to teach the exchange students from the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy anymore?" Elder Xuan asked, stroking his beard.

"No, the academy has so many excellent teachers, it doesn't need me."

Old Master Xuan seemed lost in thought, nodding repeatedly and saying, "That's fine, that's fine."

After saying this, Elder Xuan left, and no one knows where he went.

Zhang Mo, on the other hand, arrived at Poseidon Island alone.

As Elder Mu's last disciples, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong enjoyed certain privileges in the academy, and each had a room to live in at the Sea God Pavilion.

Zhang Mo calculated the time in his mind; Huo Yuhao should be... at this time.

"Hey, Master, what are you doing here?"

Huo Yuhao walked up from behind Zhang Mo.

"Oh, perfect timing. Yuhao, the exchange with the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy is about to begin, your suicidal training is about to end."

Huo Yuhao seemed to be in a nightmare. His eyes were bright but unfocused. He shook his head frantically without stopping his steps, muttering to himself, "No, my cultivation isn't over yet. Resting isn't an option..."

Zhang Mo sighed softly. It seemed that even if he came, he would have to take action.

A crimson light flashed in Zhang Mo's eyes, and two yellow, two purple, and one black soul rings appeared behind him.

"Yuhao!"

Zhang Mo reached out and tried to grab Huo Yuhao's shoulder.

However, after a year and a half of training with Elder Mu and three months of hellish training, Huo Yuhao's mental strength is now extremely sharp. He suddenly turned around and used his Spirit Eye Martial Soul, his eyes instantly glowing with golden light. At the same time, he extended his right hand and used a dark golden claw to stab at Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo's eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn't expected this kid to be so crazy, using the Dark Gold Terror Claw on his mentor, huh?!

In a flash, the purple soul ring behind Zhang Mo shone brightly, and the third soul skill of the Rakshasa Mirror was activated.

A mirror appeared instantly, swallowing Zhang Mo's image, and Zhang Mo disappeared from the spot.

Huo Yuhao's eyes constantly scanned the changes in every blade of grass and tree around him. Although Zhang Mo's third soul skill allowed him to hide in the space for a short time, Huo Yuhao could lock onto his figure the moment he appeared, striking first even though he was behind!

Zhang Mo, standing in the mirror space, sighed helplessly. Huo Yuhao's progress was too fast. He was only level 40, but he had too many special skills and treasures. Even ordinary Soul Emperors would have difficulty defeating Huo Yuhao now.

Zhang Mo glanced sideways at the jet-black fifth spirit ring spinning beside him, which he had never used since absorbing it.

Why not use this to give my beloved student a lesson in love?

Hehehe...

Huo Yuhao was highly focused, looking around, his dark gold claws still in his hand, ready for battle at any moment.

At that moment, the spirit eye keenly detected the unusual movement in the space behind it!

Huo Yuhao didn't even turn around first; instead, he thrust his dark gold claws into that space.

Using the Rakshasa Mirror as cover, Zhang Mo rolled out of the mirror space, his dark gold claws piercing the surface of the Rakshasa Mirror.