At this time, Mo Qinggu was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed. An illusory book in his hand was slowly taking shape, becoming solid and thick.

His eyes were tightly closed, his waist was hunched, he felt like he couldn't sit up straight, and he was sweating constantly on the top of his head.

Ye Ziluan sat opposite him and looked at the old man in front of him quietly.

The first person under the title of feudal lord, at this time, was not at all as high-spirited as fighting a "mad" level god alone. Instead, he felt a bit like he was in his twilight years.

And the way Ye Ziluan looked at him, from the initial defensiveness and awe, became familiar, even with a bit of pity.

Although Ye Ziluan didn't have much contact with this dean, his simple understanding was that he was a powerful and cunning fox.

But in the past few hours, he did not say anything enlightening, nor did he teach Ye Ziluan any secrets for superpowers to improve their strength, nor did he say anything about brainwashing.

Instead, he is like a lonely empty nester, chatting all the time about old things that no one would listen to.

But Ye Ziluan never interrupted, and quietly listened to him finish all the stories.

Mo Qinggu is nearly seventy years old. In his era, he was the most talented person, and his supernatural powers were the most special in the history of mankind.

At that time, it was believed that he might be the first superpower to enter the ninth realm in human history!

But God seemed to have played a joke on him. When he was at his most energetic and full of life, he lost his wife and daughter due to the attack and revenge of the servants of God.

However, his temperament changed drastically from then on, but he did not recover. While he became cruel, his strength also increased rapidly.

Finally, after becoming the youngest seventh-level superpower, he accepted his first direct disciple.

He treated this disciple with everything he had, but he was also extremely strict. The tragic death of his wife and daughter kept warning him that in this world, he had no strength and could not even control his own life and death.

So nothing matters, strength comes first!

Even if he is very satisfied with and cares about this disciple, he still has to keep a straight face as much as possible. He is afraid that his love and care will make his disciple become contemptuous and lazy, so even if he praises his disciple to the sky in front of outsiders, he will never do it.

Praise him to his face.

Under his strict and even extreme teachings, the eldest disciple's strength quickly surpassed that of his peers, but he also became paranoid and irritable, feeling that the teammates around him were not strong enough.

Of course, such a character could easily be targeted by the God's Servant Organization. In the end, under the siege of the two mad-level god projections, not even a single scum was left.

From then on, Mo Qinggu locked himself up and never saw the world. When he came out again a few years later, he looked like Santa Claus with white beard and hair and a smiling face.

And his strength is stuck at the seventh level, unable to make any further progress!

After becoming the dean of the Oriental College, he brought back a little girl with outstanding talent, who was her second direct disciple, Li Qian.

The little girl was an abandoned baby who had lacked care since she was a child, and Mo Qinggu was also the one who was robbed of all his loved ones by fate.

The two support each other emotionally, like a father and daughter.

Mo Qinggu also gave up all the obsessions in the past. He warned her to practice hard, but he never forced her. He only hoped that she could grow up normally and healthily.

But it seems that God still doesn’t follow people’s wishes

Ye Ziluan was considered his close disciple, and in his own heart, he regarded this as a redemption.

"Okay, here you go."

Finally, the light in my hand dissipated, and a book was condensed into shape.

Mo Qinggu smiled, as if the wrinkles on his face were a little heavier.

"I am a loser. When I was young, I could not protect my wife and children. When I was middle-aged, I could not protect my disciples. When I am old, I cannot educate my children."

"After so many years of mediocrity, I am no longer a good person, and my strength has not improved, so I don't dare to teach you at all. I am afraid that I will mislead others again."

At this point, his face became obviously bitter, and Ye Ziluan's nose twitched slightly, not knowing how to comfort him.

"But there is no way. I'm afraid no one in this world can teach you your true power. I call it the Nine-turn Yuanfeng!"

"Nine times of rebirth from the ashes! Nine times of nirvana! Only then will you become the only phoenix in the world!"

"I'm afraid I can't give you any successful experience, but I still have a lot of lessons from failure. I've told you all of them before."

"Remember, you have to break through yourself, but don't long for power endlessly. That often doesn't lead to good results. I was like that back then, and so was your senior sister."

"You hold this book. There is nothing in it. A thousand people will read it and there will be a thousand contents. What is recorded in it will be your heart."

After saying all these words, Mo Qinggu seemed to have let go of something, relaxed a lot, and asked with a smile:

"Child, do you know? Fifty years ago, there was not even a single ninth-level superpower in the world. How many do you think there are now?"

"I don't know." Ye Ziluan said hesitantly.

But then, Mo Qinggu's words shocked her.

"Now, there is still no one!"

"No one has ever been canonized in this world!"

"Nine is the ultimate number, but it also blocks people all over the world. When I was young, I was considered the most likely person to break through, but I became a loser. And now, I am more optimistic about you."

"Come on." Mo Qinggu showed a big smile to Ye Ziluan, "I believe in you, you are very strong."

"Thank you, but there is one thing I disagree with." Ye Ziluan lowered his head and replied: "I don't think you are a waste, nor do I think you are a loser."

"I don't think your teacher is to blame for those things!"

Listening to Ye Ziluan's words, Mo Qinggu was stunned. When the teacher called out the last sentence, his dark and gloomy heart for many years seemed to light up a little instantly.

"Hahahaha! Okay, okay, thank you. In the end, I have someone who is willing to listen to the old man and me, and can also comfort me."

"Hey, it's a pity. I'm really useless. I haven't protected anyone in my life. At this time, I can't even protect my own academy."

"Look, these brats are disgusting me again."

With that said, Mo Qinggu unlocked the space and returned to the real world.

His entire aura changed, and he was no longer as sluggish as before. A powerful aura rolled around him, like giant dragons wrapping around his whole body.

Then, before Ye Ziluan could react, he soared into the sky.

A huge golden canopy spread out from the center of his body at the speed of light, covering the entire Oriental College in an instant.

Holding the sky with both hands, he propped up the golden canopy that protected the entire Dongfang Academy. Terrifying energy overflowed, and the panic was like the power of God.
Chapter completed!