All the heavens began with Huo Yi

The Great Sage Huang Feng swung his steel fork twice, deflecting the radiant stone arrows shot by Su Er. He then said to Su Er, "Bullshit, you monkey are a demon too!"

"Hahaha, yes, yes, that's right, I am indeed a demon now! Just like you, I can't treat other kinds of beings the same!" Su'er laughed when he heard Huang Feng Dasheng's words. He was so excited that he forgot that his clone was a monkey.

"Therefore, I am destined never to become a Buddha. Even if I were granted a Buddha position, it would only be a title at best. Because when reasoning fails, I won't shake my head and sigh like your master; instead, I'll draw my sword and kill! Die, you weasel, return your true nature!"

"Hypocritical! All that talk, and you're still going to fight, aren't you?" Even the Great Sage Huang Feng was amused by Su Er's smirk.

“I am a Slytherin, I am hypocritical and proud, but I will show you something even more shameless.”

After saying that, Su Er didn't bother to say anything more, since he and Huang Feng Da Sheng were fundamentally on different sides.

Lingji wasn't exactly a heinous villain, and even if he was, so what? Lingji taught him two spells, which was considered a good thing for Suer.

Moreover, the root weapon he wanted was in the hands of the Great Sage Huang Feng. Regardless of whether Ling Ji helped or not, Su Er was bound to have a battle with the Great Sage Huang Feng. Since the two sides were already enemies, the Great Sage Huang Feng was evil to Su Er.

Besides, how could this yellow-haired weasel know that Suer was a person?

With one hand forming a hand seal, Su Er conjured up numerous clones identical to himself, all of which attacked Huang Feng Da Sheng simultaneously.

Two fists can't beat four hands, let alone more than four hands now. Even if the Great Sage Huang Feng had the supernatural power of three heads and six arms, he still couldn't withstand being ganged up on by a group of people.

Immobilization spell, Comet Azrael, Killing Curse...

The clones each displayed their unique abilities, and after Huang Feng Dasheng shouted "Despicable outsider!" he collapsed to the ground.

"Samadhi Divine Wind, get to the Great Swamp!"

Su'er had been eyeing Huang Feng's Samadhi Divine Wind ability for a long time. How could it not be good if it could block the Heavenly Court's spying? With this supernatural power, even the Great Sage couldn't swing his staff.

So when Huang Feng was being brutally electrocuted by his clone with the Death-Taking Curse, Su Er forcibly used Mind-Seizing Technique to invade Huang Feng's mind, scraping out the last bit of value from the weasel before beating it into a pulp.

With the death of the Great Sage Yellow Wind, the Yellow Wind Formation naturally came to a halt.

Lingji, perhaps having waited for a while, stepped forward, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and then took the head back, placing it on his empty neck.

“Ah, I heard what you just said on my behalf, and I am truly ashamed. I made a grave mistake because I was guilty of the three poisons.”

Lingji sighed as he finished speaking, and then continued, "That theory of innate talent... It's a pity that that wicked disciple doesn't know Buddhism. His practice with me was just wielding swords and spears, his understanding was superficial, and he was miles away from the true meaning."

Ironically, even though I knew this principle long ago, putting it into practice has proven incredibly difficult.

"Oh, what do you mean? Why don't you tell me? Don't be so literary, speak plainly, or I won't understand."

"That means that all living beings have their own innate qualities, which are morality and compassion. All living beings have these qualities, and even if they don't learn them, anyone with intelligence knows what it means to feel sorry for their own kind."

Doing good is virtuous; doing evil to vent hatred is base. Upholding good is virtuous, upholding evil is base.

If one acts recklessly and indulges in one's desires, relying on one's abilities to disrupt one's righteous path, then in the end, one will harm both oneself and others. Don't you agree?

After Lingji finished speaking, he took out the root weapon and handed it to Suer, also giving him a piece of divine wind agate as a gift.

[So, where is God?]

[What is this? Telepathy, or a method of sound transmission?]

[This is a skill called "Capturing the Spirit and Grasping the Mind."]

[Alas, those people in Heaven lied to my disciple, chopped off my head, and used it to refine my root talent. How laughable! How can someone else's six roots be refined? Already possessing such great abilities as the Samadhi Divine Wind, they are still not satisfied.]

[Don't be nervous about this mental dialogue; the gods in heaven can't hear it.]

[There's really no difference between gods and Buddhas. Those who are entirely good are few; though some may commit evil, they ultimately maintain peace and order in their respective regions. The world is unpredictable; where there is good, there is evil; where there are saints, there are thieves. Everything has two sides. To remain on one's own righteous path is already a great achievement.]

"Farewell, Bodhisattva," Su'er said, bowing.

"I'm going back to my little Mount Sumeru now. We'll meet again someday." Lingji also made a Buddhist bow.

Lingji Bodhisattva returned to his own little Mount Sumeru and took one last look around the heavens.

They discovered that only one in ten of the people living at the foot of Mount Sumeru survived; they had all been captured and eaten by the mountain demons, or had taken the opportunity to escape and seek survival elsewhere.

Seeing such a tragic scene, Lingji's temper flared up once again, but this time it was directed at the monsters.

However, none of this concerned Suer. After Lingji left, Suer returned to Black Wind Mountain, found the Red-Bearded Dragon that was hiding well, killed it with a few blows, and took the Lightning Tail.

He probably never imagined that his life would be ruined by his brother.

……

"Sul, answer the question about the required items for the aging potion."

Sharp specifically mentioned Sue because he needed to give Angelina, the transfer student, extra help; he hadn't paid attention to the top students in his own yard for a long time.

"I need 2 pints of red wine, 1/2 pint of plum juice, 2 ounces of pufferfish (crushed into a smooth, lump-free paste), 2 ounces of tortoise shell ground into powder, 5 caterpillars cut into even, thin slices, and a bat tongue diced. Am I right, Professor?"

Suer stood up and listed out the items needed for the potion, as if reciting a menu.

Professor Sharp was very satisfied with the answer and clapped his hands, saying, "Very good. You have prepared very well for today's lesson, and very meticulously. I think you should already know how to make this potion. How about you come up and demonstrate it to the class?"

"Of course, Professor."

Suer walked quickly to a crucible next to the podium.

Suer poured the red wine and plum juice into the crucible and turned the heat to the highest setting. "Stir clockwise until the liquid bubbles. If you're not good at estimating, just simmer it over medium heat. Don't follow my example."

The classic academic genius's speech caused some students in the audience, who had already started their studies with great enthusiasm, to frantically hook some of the charcoal out of their small stoves.

However, two people still used a large fire to cook it, just like Sull: Angelina and Gareth.

"Bring to a boil, then add the Trichoderma, also known as Trichoderma truncatum. It should be added in equal parts. Trichoderma truncatum itself has the effects of treating lung diseases, relieving coughs and suppuration, and eliminating rheumatism. If you want to pick it yourself, you can look for it under poplar or willow trees. Of course, you can also cultivate it yourself." After explaining, Su Er scooped it out twice with a small spoon, one ounce each time. "Don't do what I did, weigh it on a balance scale."

……

"Okay, it's done when it turns creamy. Turn off the heat and let it cool down."

Suer quickly extinguished the flames in the small stove and placed the crucible on a damp cutting board used for insulation.

“Perfect, Sue. If you’re interested in the future, you can go back to school and become a potions teacher. Of course, that will have to wait until I retire, since I still want to teach students a little longer.”

Sharp praised Suer without any exaggeration. Suer's alchemy skills were already almost as good as his, but he was a bit too casual when teaching. A teacher can't be so casual.