Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

Seeing Huo Yuhao admit that his first spirit ring wasn't a ten-year one, Zhang Mo sighed with relief.

This is a good result. What he feared most was that Huo Yuhao would insist that his first spirit ring was ten years old, in which case the master and disciple would probably have to fight each other.

"Master, actually I... um!"

Before Huo Yuhao could continue speaking, Zhang Mo quickly stepped forward, covered his mouth with his hand, and said softly, "That's enough."

"Everyone has some secrets in their heart, and Master is no exception."

"I know you've had a tough time in the past, my child. That's why I was worried that you might sometimes feel down. I'm so happy to hear you admit it today."

After saying that, Zhang Mo flicked his fingers, and the light that had enveloped the room dissipated. He returned to his chair and resumed reading his book, saying, "It's getting late, go back and rest."

Huo Yuhao stood there in a daze, and it took him a long time to come to his senses before he bowed deeply to Zhang Moshen.

"Master, I'm leaving now."

"Hmm." Zhang Mo still didn't look up.

After Huo Yuhao left the office and closed the door, Zhang Mo slumped back and lay down in the chair.

Finally, another worry is gone...

……

Today, the sun is shining brightly, it's a beautiful day, and it's also the annual start of the school year at Shrek Academy.

Zhang Mo was standing shirtless by the Sea God Lake, brandishing a wooden sword.

"Ha!" With this shout, Zhang Mo finished a complete set of Angel Sword Technique.

Zhang Mo reached for a towel to wipe away his sweat, then picked up a water glass and drank it down in large gulps.

This Angel Sword Technique was one of the system's rewards at the time. According to the description, it was a sword technique that only the angelic successors of the Spirit Hall could learn. It would not be an exaggeration to call it a divine sword technique.

Every morning after obtaining it, Zhang Mo would concentrate on practicing a complete set of sword techniques. The system would increase his proficiency based on his daily practice, helping him to cultivate quickly.

It was through this that Zhang Mo was able to learn enough knowledge to become a master in such a short period of time.

At first, it took me a full half hour to finish practicing, but now it only takes fifteen minutes.

[Angel Sword Technique proficiency increased from beginner to expert level.]

As the system notification sounded, Zhang Mo felt a sudden clarity in his mind, and his muscles and hands underwent slight changes. The sword moves he hadn't understood before were now clear to him.

He glanced at the soul tool on his left wrist. It was getting late; it was time to deal with the first thing he needed to do that day.

Zhang Mo put on his clothes and left.

……

Shrek Academy Outer Courtyard, Class 1, Second Year (Prospective), Corridor.

The corridor was tense at that moment.

Mu Jin, accompanied by two teachers from the Academic Affairs Office, was about to take Huo Yuhao away.

Wang Yan, who believed in Huo Yuhao's potential, naturally wouldn't sit idly by.

"What should we do, Teacher Zhou?" Wang Yan quietly approached Zhou Yi and asked.

Zhou Yi, on the other hand, leisurely looked at the watch on her wrist.

"Hahaha, Zhou Yi. Stop pretending. Who can save Huo Yuhao at this point? He'll definitely be expelled today."

Zhou Yi, wearing her mask, the deep wrinkles on it trembling, smiled and said to Mu Jin, "You know what, Mu Jin? This little soul tool was made for me by Fan Yu."

He said he hoped I would think of him every time I checked the time.

If Zhou Yi were to remove her mask, she would surely be a beautiful woman with a sweet smile, showing off her lover.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yi was wearing a mask, while Mu Jin was standing opposite her.

"Zhou Yi, you shameless..." Mu Jin's face was contorted with rage, but two teachers from the teaching affairs office stopped him.

One of the teachers stepped forward and said, "Teacher Zhou, our patience is limited. If there's no other hidden reason, I'm taking Huo Yuhao away."

"Let's see who dares!"

A loud voice came from the distance in the corridor.

Three figures walked over from a distance. Standing in front was Zhang Mo, followed by Du Weilun and Fan Yu.

The two teachers from the Academic Affairs Office quickly bowed and said, "Director Du, Director Zhang."

"Huo Yuhao is my disciple. He was late because he went to complete the task I assigned him," Zhang Mo said to the two teachers in the teaching affairs office.

"Huo Yuhao is also my disciple, and a core disciple of the Soul Guidance Department. I also assign him tasks during the holidays," Fan Yu said, not to be outdone.

"Uh..." The teachers in the Academic Affairs Office were also shrewd. One of them was a rising star in the academy and the deputy director, who was also their superior; the other was a rising star in the Soul Guidance Department.

This put them in a difficult position, and they looked at Du Weiren behind the two men with pleading eyes.

Du Weilun didn't know what kind of magic Huo Yuhao possessed that allowed him to have two such good masters.

Zhang Mo, in particular, was a real headache for Du Weiren. Zhang Mo came to his office first and found him. When he asked what the mission was, Zhang Mo actually pulled out a decree from the Sea God Pavilion, leaving him speechless.

Du Weilen sighed and announced, "This matter ends here. What the two teachers said is true."

"How...how is this possible?" Mu Jin's body trembled.

She was still unwilling to give up, and she said hysterically, "Huo Yuhao's soul power is the lowest among the first-year students, and his martial soul is also a useless martial soul. How could he possibly be a core disciple of the Soul Guidance Department? How could he possibly be Grandmaster's disciple!"

When she mentioned the words "useless martial spirit," Zhang Mo's brows furrowed involuntarily.

"You mean, I need anyone else's permission to choose my disciples?"

"Furthermore, what makes you think my disciple's martial soul is a useless martial soul?"

Zhang Mo's tone grew colder, and his murderous intent became increasingly apparent!

As the two people with the highest soul power among those present, Fan Yu and Du Weilun clearly sensed the killing intent emanating from Zhang Mo.

The most shocked of all was Wang Yan, who had witnessed Zhang Mo's battles. Although he had defeated several students with far higher soul power than him last semester with his soul power of just over thirty, Zhang Mo's victory was not easy.

But at this moment, they didn't know how much soul power Zhang Mo had, they only knew that this killing intent was actually affecting those of them who had high soul power!

How could this not shock them?

A black and white light appeared in Zhang Mo's eyes.

"Oh no!" Fan Yu and Du Weiren thought to themselves.

"Zhang Mo. No..."

"Zhang Mo, stop!"

A powerful mental wave shot out from Zhang Mo's eyes and towards Mu Jin.

"Ah—" Mu Jin's body stiffened, swayed slightly, and then fell to the ground with a mournful cry.

It hurts, it hurts so much! Her brain no longer felt like it belonged to Mu Jin; it felt like there was an iron ball filled with spikes inside her skull, causing her unbearable pain.

"Hmph, this is the last time," Zhang Mo said with dissatisfaction.

The student near the door, witnessing this scene, slowly turned around, gave Huo Yuhao a thumbs-up, and said solemnly:

"Boss Huo, your master is awesome!"