The Supreme One

Chapter 204 Different Mo Li and Sheng Wu Ya

As he spoke, he threw a book to Xia Xian, and without waiting for Xia Xian to respond, he disappeared.

"Thank you, teacher."

Xia Xian was sincerely grateful. Although the dean looked very serious, he was indeed a qualified teacher.

In the beginning, it helped him a lot, which enabled him to grow smoothly to where he is now.

Cold on the outside but warm on the inside, this might be what he is like.

Xia Xian looked at the book in his hand, and with a thought, the endless book in his body recorded it.

However, at this moment, there is no rush to see what books the dean gave him. The important thing now is that Mo Li and Sheng Wuya successfully merge their bloodlines.

Thinking of this, Xia Xian hurriedly walked out of the blood fusion tree. At this time, only Mo Li, Sheng Wuya and their teacher were left outside.

When Xia Xian came out, he happened to hear their teacher pointing out some issues that needed attention after the fusion of blood.

These are all old stuff that I have actually said more than once before, but out of responsibility to these students, I will still say them one last time at this time.

After graduation, there won’t be much time to talk about it, as they will have new classes to teach.

Wang Chunhua, who was talking to Sheng Wuya, quickly finished his words and walked over when he saw Xia Xian coming out.

There really wasn't much for her to teach Sheng Wuya, a descendant of a hereditary family, and she was merely fulfilling her duty as a teacher by saying a few words.

When Wang Chunhua came in front of Xia Xian, he still acted as usual, raised his eyebrows and said, "How about it? Seeing your classmates embark on the path of cultivation, are you excited? You are still young and there is still a chance to regret it."

"No need, Old Wang. If my desire to seek the truth is so fragile, then there is no need to take any new path."

Wang Chunhua, who had always been dissatisfied with Xia Xian for not following the right path, was only giving his last advice at this time. Since he was unwilling, he would no longer be in a position to persuade him in the future.

"In that case, I just hope you won't regret it in the future. If you don't fuse your bloodline now, what are you going to do in the future?"

"Don't worry, Old Wang. My master has already made arrangements. I should be going to Gurong City for further studies in a few days."

Facing Old Wang, who truly cared about him, Xia Xian naturally had no intention of hiding anything. When Wang Chunhua heard this, the slight sadness in his heart was instantly replaced by surprise.

"Gurong City? Which Gurong City? Well, well, there are indeed more opportunities there. This Heliu City really can't hold a genius like you. I just didn't expect that you would have to travel so far away so soon.

With the arrangements and teachings of your master, the master of the hall, I, a small school teacher, will not say much. I just want to remind you to pay attention to safety. Being able to survive is more important than anything else!"

Seeing that Wang Chunhua seemed obviously different today than usual, Xia Xian cooperated and chatted with him for a while.

It can be seen that Lao Wang is obviously a man with a story. Among the monks in this world, who doesn’t have his own story in his long life?

However, not long after the explanation was almost complete, Mo Li quickly ran to Xia Xian with his long legs.

Looking at Mo Li, whose pants and clothes were obviously torn and only reached Xia Xian's chest before but now reached the height of his nose tip, Xia Xian remained the same, smiling and rubbing her hair that had turned purple.

Mo Li today is no longer the cute little girl she used to be. With her open facial features and tall figure, she looks like a grown woman.

As for their appearance, there is actually nothing much to say. As long as human monks do not have some strange bloodlines, they all have their own beauty.

But in Xia Xian's opinion, the biggest change in Mo Li now is her eyes, or in other words, her mind after being influenced by the power of blood.

Even with the help of Xia Xian's blood-melting elixir, the impact of fused blood on personal will and mind is still inevitable. After all, even if one simply gains power, it will change one's mentality.

Mo Li's eyes now are no longer as dull and crisp as before, but have become mature and cunning. When he looked at Xia Xian, he blinked mischievously, as if his eyes could speak.

"Yes, the fusion was successful, but it seems that the old clothes can't be worn anymore. I should make you some new clothes."

"Yeah, brother, I'm really awesome now, clang clang."

Mo Li couldn't help but show off her current growth to Xia Xian. It wasn't just her strength that had increased. When she focused her efforts, she was able to condense an illusory magic crystal and directly use the essential power of the Demon Emperor.

This is a bloodline that has just been fused. Others may not be able to control their spiritual power well, but Mo Li is already able to use the innate abilities in the bloodline.

The gifted divine body is truly extraordinary!

Xia Xian also praised her sincerely and felt happy for her.

However, apart from Mo Li, Sheng Wuya, who was a few steps away, had an arrogant look on his face.

Even when Old Wang spoke to him before, he didn't respond at all, acting like a superior condescending to listen to the words of an inferior.

But Old Wang was obviously immune to this. Not to mention such arrogance, she had already seen him rubbing against her trouser legs, rolling on the ground, and even taking off his clothes and pants to release himself.

As a teacher for so many years, she has taught class after class of students and has seen too many situations where blood affects one's will. She has long been accustomed to it and can treat it with a normal mind.

As for those students who did something weird, whether they would feel socially dead after they recovered was not her concern.

And now, seeing Sheng Wuya's appearance, Xia Xian also frowned.

It seems like his will has been affected by his bloodline spirituality, but he still knows where to wait, so it seems the influence is not profound, and he can accept it as long as he retains his own will.

"Crow, what are you doing standing there?"

"Humph! A mere mortal!"

Oh, if you are so arrogant, Xia Xian won’t be sleepy anymore.

After studying hard for a whole day, Xia Xian felt a strong sense of fatigue enveloping his body, urging him to take a rest.

As he had thought before, after seeing that there were no problems with the fusion of their bloodlines, Xia Xian should go back to sleep.

But now, the condition of Sheng Wuya showed that his blood was obviously fused too quickly, and the effect of the blood-melting elixir was not very good, so his will was still affected a little.

In that case, it’s time for him to take action!

Since he was able to research the blood-melting elixir, his understanding of blood fusion must be deep enough.

If one wants to stabilize the personal will of the person who has merged the blood, and to bring back the will that has been influenced by the blood spirituality, the best time to do so is naturally when the influence of the blood fusion is not yet stable enough.

The method of bending it back is, of course, very simple.

Whatever his abnormal behavior is, just give him the opposite.

If you want to take off all your clothes and embrace nature, you have to wrap him in layer upon layer of clothes, making him extremely uncomfortable. After reaching the extreme point, he will naturally be forced to get used to it to offset the influence of his bloodline and spirituality.

And with Sheng Wuya's arrogant attitude, the only thing he can do is humiliate him severely!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, little crow, be good and don't cry out in pain."

"Hmm? What are you going to do? How dare you attack me?"

There was an obvious trace of panic on Sheng Wuya's face.

His will was affected, but his memory was not erased!

He knew Xia Xian's fighting ability very well. Not to mention that he couldn't win now that his bloodline had just been fused, even if he practiced for a few more years he would only be able to withstand more attacks.

"Snapped!"

Xia Xian ignored his resistance and slapped him on the back of his head. A piercing feeling of pain and bitterness immediately surged through his body.

“Ahhh, damn it, you bastard, quickly untie me, ahhh, it hurts so much, this is not the Fist of Beloved!”

He learned the beloved boxing from Wang Chunhua, and showed his students a boxing style that was extremely painful but harmless to the body with all his heart.

Xia Xian spent such a long time learning it, and although he didn't study it much on a daily basis, it was still the first good physical skill he had learned.

He was a little tired of studying, so when he tried to distract himself with other things, he would naturally take out his beloved fist to study.

Now, Xia Xian can not only use his Favorite Punch to cause long-lasting pain, but can also cause other negative effects such as soreness, itching, and fatigue.

If one wants to correct Sheng Wuya's arrogant character, simple pain is certainly not enough.

Pain is just the most basic form of training. A truly strong person, like Meng Hu, who has experienced the training of pain for a long time, can even feel pain and be happy.

To achieve the real humiliation effect, he must be made to feel extremely miserable, put aside his inner pride and face others squarely.

Of course there are other ways, but directly breaking his arrogance is undoubtedly the simplest way, and it is also the way that Xia Xian feels most comfortable with.

I helped him and made myself happy at the same time, isn't that the best of both worlds?

But now, Sheng Wuya, who was curled up on the ground, twisting and wriggling and struggling, did not feel that this was the best of both worlds.

"Ahhh, damn it, how dare you humiliate me like this, ahhhh, 30,000 years in the east, 30,000 years in the west, don't bully the poor!"

Ah this.

Xia Xian looked at Sheng Wuya speechlessly. He was deeply poisoned by the words in the script of "Mu Po Cang Qiong". Even though his will was affected by his bloodline spirituality, he subconsciously shouted out these words.

This made him look like a villain.

"Tsk tsk tsk, struggle, roar in pain, if you lose to me once, you will never have the chance to surpass me in your life!"

Faced with Xia Xian's cooperation in the dialogue, Sheng Wuya's mood was also in turmoil, and he felt so uncomfortable that tears streamed down his face.

This feeling is so painful, and it doesn't allow people to grow at all. How can one be happy while in pain?