Chapter 11 Teaching and Preaching

Bang!

The room door was closed shut.

The Night Pearl embedded in the wall illuminated the room brightly.

Looking at the thick book in front of him, and the dry pancake.

For some reason, Chu Mo suddenly felt his nose turning sour.

He really couldn't hate this master of his.

He appears cold and heartless, and his actions seem to confirm it.

But since they met, Chu Mo realized that the Demon Lord had helped him a lot!

He brought him from the icy plains to Longevity Heaven within a few days, saving him over a year's time and countless possible unknown dangers.

In Longevity Heaven, when he was hit by Fan Lizhi's Blood Killing Palm, the Demon Lord quietly removed the curse.

If it wasn't for Zhao Hongzhi bragging in front of his grandfather about it later on,

Chu Mo might never have known this in his lifetime.

Because the Demon Lord would definitely not voluntarily reveal such a thing.

Later, back in Yanhuang City, the Demon Lord saved his grandfather, gave Zhao Hongzhi a good beating, and scared him half to death so he no longer dared to trouble his grandfather.

It seemed as if he had successfully intimidated the Demon Lord, but was that really the case?

Chu Mo, though still a teenager, was very clever.

It was clear to him that despite the Demon Lord's outward coldness and arrogance, deep down, he was not truly heartless.

Just like today, being beaten twice wasn't pleasant.

Even the memory was unbearably painful.

But after the initial intensity passed, it wasn't that painful anymore, it was a mystery how the Demon Lord did it.

Although the master's personality wasn't lovable, it was also hard to hate him...

Chu Mo picked up the thick book and began to read it seriously.

And so, the days went by one by one.

The mnemonics that the Demon Lord threw at him became more and more complex and difficult.

So, even though Chu Mo quickly memorized all the characters in the thick book,

He still got beaten frequently.

Because as Chu Mo's memory got better, the Demon Lord's demands got more and more stringent, even somewhat perverse.

Even if the musical scale was slightly off...he would get beaten!

Over time, Chu Mo got used to the beatings. At first, he would groan and pretend to be dead, lying on the ground.

But later on, if he didn't get beaten for two days, he would feel like something was missing.

He even found himself somewhat masochistic.

His body also became increasingly strong. Although his primordial energy didn't show much progress, his essence energy compared to when he first arrived here, had changed dramatically.

Chu Mo even began to suspect, was his current state related to the beatings?

He indeed guessed as such, but dared not ask, afraid that the Demon Lord might beat him even harder.

The Demon Lord remained fierce as ever, showing an indifferent face, as if signaling people to stay away, even acquaintances… should also keep their distance.

Every few days, he would go out and come back with some wild beast that Chu Mo had never seen before.

Chu Mo even began to suspect, were these beasts the legendary Primordial Beasts?

Because their skins were extraordinarily tough, several of them were so strong that even his intensified primordial energy, when applied to a sharp edge, could hardly penetrate!

Meanwhile, Chu Mo noticed a strange phenomenon - the beasts that the Demon Lord brought back didn't seem to have much blood left.

Finally, one day, Chu Mo couldn't help but ask.

"Master, why do all the wild beasts you hunted seem to have been bled dry?"

The Demon Lord glanced at Chu Mo, but instead of responding with his usual cold response of 'None of your business!',

He remained silent for a moment, then said lightly, "Your master's... time is running out."

"I wanted to find someone with decent talent... to inherit my legacy."

"I cannot let this lineage die in my hands."

"A severe poison resides in me, and there is… no antidote in this world."

"However, the blood of high-level Primordial Beasts can temporarily suppress it."

"So that I... don't die too quickly, and have time to pass all this knowledge to you."

When the Demon Lord spoke, his face was very calm, so calm that not even a trace of sadness could be seen.

But Chu Mo felt extraordinarily upset inside.

Even though he had always suspected that something was wrong with his master's body,

Such as his overly pale face which was not normal,

Or his inhumane act of taking him away from Yanhuang City without even letting him say goodbye to his grandfather,

Or his demandingly strict tasks and the massive amount of mysterious mnemonics he had to memorize every day,

He never imagined that the truth was this!

No wonder his master was in such a hurry, not even letting him say goodbye to his grandfather. It was because the poison in his body was about to get out of control, and he needed the blood of Primordial Beasts to suppress it.

Even so, he still managed to scare off Zhao Hongzhi for him...

Chu Mo suddenly felt that he was too naive, and had deeply misunderstood his master.

His master was able to face death calmly and openly, but he couldn't!

Because unconsciously, he had come to regard his master as someone closest to him.

"Master... I'm sorry!" Chu Mo's voice choked slightly.

"I always thought..."

The Demon Lord glared at him, saying coldly, "Drama queen!"

"Tell me, thirteen days ago, the third word of the second sentence of the mnemonic that I told you to recite, what was it?"

"Huh?" Chu Mo was stunned with a blank expression on his face.

Before he had time to recall, the Demon Lord kicked him away and gave him a beating.

Then, he left without a trace.

"Ouch... can't you change your style... ouch... my butt... I think it has split!"

"It hurts so much!"

"Really... no humanity, not human-like, even this wooden house has a better face... ouch..."

This time, the Demon Lord was gone for as long as eight days!

His face looked tired when he returned, and there was not a single thing with him.

Chu Mo, who was used to his master bringing back a primordial beast each time he returned, was dumbfounded for a long while before he managed to ask, "Master... Where's the prey? Did you put it in your storage ring?"

The Demon Lord's mouth twitched slightly, and he answered nonchalantly, "There's no such thing as a storage ring. I've almost wiped out all the primordial beasts within thousands of miles. The few that are left have caught on and fled."

"Thousands of miles?" Chu Mo asked in surprise. "It seems like you have only hunted a few dozen in total?"

"Do you think primordial beasts are as common as pigs? Commonly found everywhere?" The Demon Lord swept a glance at Chu Mo: "It's already plentiful to find one or two within a hundred miles."

"So... Does that mean, Master, you... didn't manage to get any primordial beast blood to suppress the intense poison?" Chu Mo asked cautiously.

The Demon Lord nodded calmly: "What so-called suppression is merely temporary. It's utterly ineffective for detoxification. It doesn't matter anyways, you will be graduating soon."

"Grad... graduating?" Chu Mo was taken aback. "Master, what did I learn? I still don't know anything!"

The Demon Lord glanced at Chu Mo: "Come here!"

"You're not going to beat me again, are you?" Chu Mo asked warily.

"Keep talking, and I really will beat you!" The Demon Lord growled.

Chu Mo dragged his feet and approached the Demon Lord.

Just as he was about to speak, the Demon Lord suddenly reached out his finger and tapped it directly on his forehead.

Boom!

A mighty force rushed directly into Chu Mo's mind.

Chu Mo fainted on the spot.

......

Chu Mo had a very long dream. In it, he dreamt he acquired numerous top-level cultivation techniques and then travelled the world.

Calling the world of martial arts his home, he embarked on chivalrous adventures everywhere.

He had a great time beating all the scoundrels from Longevity Heaven into a flee-stricken retreat.

Just when he was feeling proud, the pale face of the Demon Lord suddenly appeared before him.

"Master!" Chu Mo cried out affectionately and was about to rush towards him.

But the Demon Lord's body suddenly exploded and shattered into pieces right in front of Chu Mo.

"Ah!"

"No!"

Chu Mo, distraught and enraged, let out a roar that shook heaven and earth, completely losing his sanity.

At this point, he woke up from the dream.

Chu Mo, with tear streaks all over his face, saw the fatigued Demon Lord watching him quizzically.

"Master..."

"You're still alive, that's great, that's really great!"

"Master, could you tell me what medicine you need to cure your poison? Even if I have to go up to the heavens or down to the earth, I will bring them back for you!"

"Even if the medicine happens to grow in Longevity Heaven's medicinal garden, I will overturn Longevity Heaven and steal them for you!"

Chu Mo spoke a bunch of words, tears flowing down his face.

"Childish!"

The Demon Lord glared at Chu Mo, then turned around and walked back into his room.

Chu Mo wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but it seemed that his master had become extremely weak, even his steps seemed unstable!

This would never have happened before.

Chu Mo sat up, wiped the tears off his face, and it took a while for his emotions to calm down.

But he made a solemn pledge in his heart: Master, you may think your disciple doesn't have the ability. Yes, I am weak right now.

But no matter how great the price, as long as I can find the medicinal ingredients to save you, I will get them no matter the cost!

Even if... I become an enemy to the whole world!

At this moment, Chu Mo suddenly realized that there were many new things in his mind.

These things seemed to have appeared out of nowhere in his head, but they didn't feel out of place at all.

With just a single thought, many things could come up.

Incredibly clear!

Incredibly profound!

Chu Mo was a bit baffled though, as more than half of the new things in his head... were mnemonics he already knew by heart!

"What... what... what is this?" Chu Mo murmured.

"This is the sum total of my knowledge! This is the entirety of our master-apprentice lineage!" The Demon Lord had walked out of his room at some point.

Looking at Chu Mo, he said indifferently: "In fact, from the beginning, I could have used this method to make you remember everything."

"..." Chu Mo stared at the Demon Lord in wide-eyed surprise.

Even though his master looked very weak at the moment, which made him ache, hearing this news made Chu Mo feel a gnawing irritation.

"So those beatings... I took them for nothing, right? I could have avoided them all along, couldn't I?"

The Demon Lord nodded very frankly: "Correct."

"I..." Chu Mo was speechless, recalling how he felt even now after all the beatings he had received.

And this whimsical master of his just told him that all those beatings could have been avoided!

"This way, you will remember things more firmly, and your foundation will be more solid." The Demon Lord looked at Chu Mo with a matter-of-fact expression: "Go make food, I'm hungry!"

Just as Chu Mo was about to say something, he noticed that his master's body suddenly shook, and he had to support himself against the door frame to keep from falling down.

"Master!" Chu Mo exclaims, ready to rush over.

The Demon Lord gave him a fierce stare. A terrifying aura burst from his body, shouting: "Hold it!"

"I don't need your pity!"

"You're just the one to whom I have decided to pass down my knowledge!"

"Don't waste time sympathizing with me!"

"In my room... there's a technique named...'Heaven's Will, My Will'. Once you've cultivated it, you'll understand what the mnemonics in your head... are used for!"

The Demon Lord found it extremely hard to speak, he had to catch his breath after every sentence.

But the aura surging from him was incredibly powerful!

"I... have no regrets left. Later... bury me here…"

"From ashes to ashes, dust to dust, let's… let it be."

The Demon Lord's aura, after he finished speaking, exploded and instantly dissipated, and his body swayed.

The hand that was supporting against the door frame suddenly let go, and with a clang, he collapsed to the ground.

"Master!"