Wanyan Zhenghe was riding on a pure-breed ferghana horse and circling around Sun Mo and Mei Ziyu. He couldn't help but mock.

"As expected of an ancestor-level spirit runist, you are so confident. The other intern teachers are heading over on foot, but you are riding on a horse."

Wanyan Zhenghe was holding a horse whip and really wanted to lash the whip on Sun Mo's face to disfigure him. However, he didn't dare to.

There were no problems for him to bully an intern teacher. Even if he crippled or killed one, his royal father could settle the aftermath. But if he killed someone near the ancestor level, the consequences would be too serious.

Wanyan Zhenghe believed that his younger sister definitely had talent and strength in this subject, so he believed in her judgment, and he knew he couldn't afford to antagonize Sun Mo.

Leaving aside Sun Mo's personal teacher or martial siblings, even the Saint Gate wouldn't possibly pardon him. If they couldn't even protect the life of a great teacher, how could they govern the great teachers of all the Nine Provinces?

Also, Sun Mo had broken the speed-clearing record of the Dragon Subduing Palace and imprinted his image on the walls. If a genius of this level was harmed by him…

The headmaster might break his legs. Moreover, given the headmaster's influence, he could even force the king to strip him of the heir position.

This was the influence of talented great teachers. Look at those lackeys of Wanyan Zhenghe; all of them didn't even dare to bark at Sun Mo.

"Are you angry?"

Sun Mo counter-asked.

"You…"

Wanyan Zhenghe simply wanted to explode from anger. Sun Mo's tone and expression were simply asking for a beating. However, Wanyan Zhenghe was also a schemer, and he didn't say anything ruthless, deciding to bear with it.

(Hmph. Just you wait. I will definitely give you seven black stars and destroy your reputation.)

"Let us go!"

Wanyan Zhenghe shouted and prepared to leave.

"Hold it there!"

Sun Mo berated.

"What's the matter? Teacher Sun, do you still have other instructions?"

Wanyan Zhenghe ridiculed him. (You are impressive, but do you dare to butt your nose into the matters of I, the little prince? If you want to lecture me, I will just treat your words like farts.)

"You are actually seated on a warhorse when speaking to a teacher? How impudent are you? Has your mom never taught you manners?"

Sun Mo berated.

"I act the same way no matter whom I speak to. Just beat me up if you are capable!"

Wanyan Zhenghe spoke in disdain. If Sun Mo dared to act, he would blow the matter up. After all, riding a horse while speaking to a teacher could be considered a mistake, but it wasn't fatal.

If things got serious, Sun Mo would get the vile name of someone that used his identity to suppress another.

Sang Ge's father was a civil official. Hence, he was well-versed in the classics of Central Plains ever since he was young. He was better at plotting and seeing through the hearts of others when compared to the other lackeys of the little prince.

After he heard Wanyan Zhenghe's words, he knew they were doomed.

'A man is known by the company they keep.'

Sun Mo was different from the other great teachers. He absolutely showed no reverence for those in power and authority. In other words, he did feel reverence, but not for these things. And right now, he was going to punish the little prince to boost his fame.

For great teachers, their reputations were everything. Even the great king of Jin Country wouldn't dare to kill a high-ranking great teacher. It wasn't that the king couldn't kill but rather, if he did so, the negative influence on his reputation would be too great.

When Sun Mo stopped Wanyan Zhenghe, he already planned to act.

As expected, Sun Mo acted with no prior warning. They suddenly saw Sun Mo pulling out his wooden blade.

Swish~

A crescent-shaped blade qi sliced through the throat of the warhorse beneath Wanyan Zhenghe.

Sizzle!

Fresh blood spurted, and the head of that ferghana horse directly smashed onto the ground.

Boom!

The icy cold ground was drenched red by the fresh blood.

Wanyan Zhenghe miserably flipped through the air before he managed to land on the ground and avoid being crushed by the body of his horse. He stood up and was in a towering rage.

"You are too overbearing!"

Wanyan Zhenghe cursed loudly and pulled out his precious sword.

Clank!

He pointed to Sun Mo angrily with his sword.

"Little prince!"

Sang Ge rushed over, but it was too late.

"Brandishing your weapon at a teacher. Your crimes have increased by one level."

Sun Mo angrily shouted. "Kneel!"

Putong!

The might of Profound Words wasn't something the little prince could resist. His knees heavily smashed onto the ground.

His knees were on the verge of breaking from the impact.

"SUN MO!"

Wanyan Zhenghe howled in rage.

"Addressing a teacher by his full name is a sign that you have no respect for your elders. You ought to be punished!"

Sun Mo's tone was severe. "Shut up and kneel for half an hour to reflect over your wrong-doing."

"…"

Wanyan Zhenghe was so angry that it felt like fumes could be seen rising from his head. He wanted to curse at people, but he wasn't able to do so. His face turned red very quickly.

"Little prince, a good man knows when to lay low. Calm down!"

Sang Ge persuaded.

Sun Mo surveyed this intelligent youth before sweeping his glance over at the other lackeys. But before he could glare at them, their bodies all grew soft as they slid off the warhorses.

Putong! Putong!

More than half of them knelt on the ground. As for the remaining few, they only stood for a few seconds before being pulled down into a kneeling position by their comrades.

Sun Mo was a great teacher who even dared to punish the little prince. They definitely couldn't afford to offend him.

"Just kneel and reflect along with your master."

After Sun Mo spoke, he ignored them and worked together with Mei Ziyu to pack up their lunchboxes and fold their picnic cloth.

"You have frightened them badly."

Mei Ziyu's lips curled into a smile.

Although Sun Mo was young, his battle achievements were splendid and he was also a vice headmaster of the Central Province Academy. His status and authority were high. Hence, if he really lost his temper, he would naturally exude the attitude of a strict teacher.

It was really frightening.

"T...Teacher Sun, our little prince's warhorse is very expensive!"

Sang Ge braced himself and spoke.

There was no solution to it. If all of them were silent due to cowardice, they would have no chance to work for the little prince anymore in the future.

"Is that so?"

Sun Mo's lips curled. He brandished his blade again.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Blade qi gushed forth and the remaining warhorses were beheaded.

Si~

Upon seeing this scene, all the lackeys took in a breath of cold air and felt a chill at their necks.

Sang Ge also turned pale, not expecting Sun Mo to be so ruthless.

"Walk on foot to the Scarlet Stone Mountain. If I see any of you riding horses again, I will break your legs."

Sun Mo stared at these people. "As for these warhorses, go and ask your personal teachers or the king to pay. If they are unhappy, they can come to look for me."

After speaking, Mei Ziyu and Sun Mo mounted their horses and proceeded forward in a relaxed manner.

…

"Preposterous. I will definitely make you die and tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Wanyan Zhenghe howled. This was especially so after he saw some students who were passing by shooting glances over. He then grew even angrier.

Sadly, he could only rage impotently and even had to continue kneeling. He wasn't able to make himself stand up. Sun Mo's Profound Words was definitely strong enough to last for half an hour.

It lasted until a carriage passed by and stopped beside them.

Swish~

A white-colored halo shone on Wanyan Zhenghe and the others, resolving their binding.

"Teacher, you have to help me get revenge!"

After Wanyan Zhenghe saw the carriage, he knew his teacher had come. He hurriedly ran over and sobbed in a low voice.

"Shut up, as a man, you should take your own revenge. What do you count as, begging for help from others?"

From the carriage, an aged voice rang out.

His name was Suolantu and he was Wanyan Zhenghe's personal teacher.

The other lackeys all jogged over, but they didn't dare to get close as they were afraid of colliding with Suolantu. They knelt and greeted him ten meters away from the carriage.

"Teacher, Sun Mo is a great teacher. How can I take revenge?"

Wanyan Zhenghe was depressed.

"So what if he's a great teacher? Even a tiger would nap. It depends on whether the method you are using is correct or not!"

Suolantu lectured. "Also, this time around, it's only right that you were punished."

"Ah?"

Wanyan Zhenghe was unconvinced. "Why?"

"This is the Autumn Hunting Sacrificial Ceremony, a large-scale activity where all the students and great teachers of the Dragon Subduing Academy are participating in. How many eyes are looking at you? You are the little prince of our great Jin Country, yet you are riding around with an attitude of touring the place? Do you still want your reputation? Do you still want to become the king in the future?"

Suolantu berated.

"As a king, the most important thing is your reputation. You have to set an example for others. Look at your behavior, what's the difference between you and those affluent second generations silkpants?"

"Your disciple knows my mistakes."

Wanyan Zhenghe lowered his head and acknowledged his mistake.

"The few of you, slap yourselves."

Suolantu was unhappy.

The lackeys cursed in their hearts. They didn't expect that although they weren't beaten by Sun Mo, they were still punished by Suolantu. However, they didn't dare to defy his orders and started slapping their own faces.

Pak! Pak! Pak!

The sound of slaps rang out.

"Zhenghe, you are no longer young. You should mature already. You are an heir, but you have not sat on the throne of the king yet. Besides, even if you became the king, your younger brothers could still drag you down."

Suolantu sighed.

Wanyan Zhenghe's talent was very good, but his personality was too stubborn and obstreperous.

But after thinking about it, it was understandable. He was the crown prince after all. A few years later, he would become the Jin King, who would govern tens of millions of citizens of the grassy plains. He could control their life and death. No matter who it was, they would surely be high-spirited and completely lawless, acting with no restraint.

"Do you know what to do now?"

Suolantu asked.

"Travel on foot and get acquainted with those students with outstanding performances?"

Wanyan Zhenghe wasn't a fool, just arrogant and lazy. He couldn't be bothered to think about things like this.

"Wrong. You should go and encourage the students who are about to fail because they are unable to walk to the Scarlet Stone Mountain, bogged down by fatigue or other reasons."

Suolantu admonished. "Remember, no matter how bad the performances of those people are, they still managed to enter the Dragon Subduing Academy."

There was another sentence Suolantu didn't say. (Do you understand the clans of these students? Don't assume the sons and daughters of generals or high officials are definitely geniuses. The fools you console might also have a father who has the power to control tens of thousands of warriors.)

"Sun Mo does things very cautiously. He punished you in accordance with the rules. You have to learn from him."

After Suolantu finished admonishing the little prince, he continued on his way. And after Wanyan Zhenghe sent him away respectfully, he also started to do things according to Suolantu's instructions.

Respect for the wise, winning over the hearts of people. He knew these things.

"Great Teacher Suolantu didn't even ask anything, but through the clues he saw on the scene, he could guess what happened. How impressive."

Sang Ge was incomparably envious. In his lifetime, it was impossible for him to have a great teacher of Suolantu's level. As for the little prince, no matter how disgraceful he was, he would still be able to receive such pointers and guidance.

(Sigh, my family background is bad! Speaking of which, I should still have a chance to do so if I join Sun Mo's tutelage now.)

…

The night in the Scarlet Stone Mountain was one marked with noise. Numerous bonfires burned and looked like stars in the skies if one looked at them from afar.

Sun Mo lay in his tent and could finally have a good sleep because no more dragon roars were appearing in his mind.

"It seems like that ancient giant dragon's sphere of influence can only cover the campus!"

Sun Mo fretted. It seemed he wouldn't be able to obtain the Great Desolation Dragon Subduing Scripture any longer.

Just when Sun Mo fell asleep, not long later, a human shadow appeared outside his tent.