I Want It All

Mo Qingkuang carefully sat down on the chair, only daring to touch half of his butt on the surface so that he could run away at any moment.

Zheng Tao saw that Mo Qingkuang was still unable to let go and couldn't help but squint his eyes at him, "You're young, but you're quite timid. Back then, I fought with Old Fu and the others in front of His Majesty.".

"Dean Zheng, aren't we going to have my age tested?" Mo Qingkuang didn't dare to entertain with that jab and instead moved on to more serious matters.

"This old master saw through you the moment you came in. What's there to check?" Zheng Tao rolled his eyes at Mo Qingkuang in disdain and poured him a cup of hot tea, "Come, have some tea."

Mo Qingkuang hurriedly took it and carefully took a sip, not daring to say anything more.

"Ha… What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will covet your divine-level cultivation technique?" Zheng Tao said slowly as he fiddled with the tea flowers on the surface of the teacup.

Mo Qingkuang stood up abruptly and looked at Zheng Tao in shock, "How do you know that I have…"

Zheng Tao didn't even raise his head. He was still as calm as an ancient well, "Kid, this old man has lived for a long time and had seen a lot. I know a little more than you. Sit down. If I really want to snatch your cultivation technique, do you think you can escape?"

Mo Qingkuang looked at Zheng Tao for a long time, asking Mo Fan what to do.

"What are you panicking for? I can't beat him even if I possess you. Since I can't resist, why don't I try to enjoy it?" Mo Fan whispered.

He was not worried that Zheng Tao would covet the Violent Wind and Falling Leaves Technique because he knew Zheng Tao was an upright person. Otherwise, he would not have been able to be a teacher for so many years.

This was a character he had created, and his personality was already set, so he naturally wouldn't panic.

Mo Qingkuang thought for a moment. On second thought, the ancestor was right. He couldn't run away anyway.

He simply relaxed and sat down on the chair. He picked up the teacup and took a big gulp. Then, he leaned against the back of the chair and let out a comfortable sigh.

"Tsk. If Senior has any instructions, just say it." Mo Qingkuang said. He had completely let go of himself. He broke through the tea leaves that were chewed into a ball in his mouth and spat it out.

Looking at Mo Qingkuang's sudden unrestrained behavior stunned Zheng Tao at first, but then he broke into a smile.

"Hahahaha! So this is your true face, huh? I suddenly feel that you're still as good as before."

Mo Qingkuang shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Well didn't you tell me to relax, Dean?"

"Alright, this old man is asking for too much," Zheng Tao smiled, "Do you know why I called you here?"

"I don't know."

"More than a thousand people will participate in this martial arts competition. The Imperial Academy and the Civil and Military Affairs Department will each choose the top 100."

"I know that. I only took the martial arts examination, not the literary examination," Mo Qingkuang nodded. He had always kept a respectful distance from the young master's studies.

"I haven't finished speaking. I've received news that the Origin Sword Sect has secretly sent many disciples to participate in the martial arts competition. They want to make the disciples of the Central Plains lose face."

"Oh? What does that have to do with me? If I just need to enter the top 100, I still have this bit of confidence." Mo Qingkuang didn't mind.

"Originally, it didn't have much to do with you. However, although the Origin Sword Sect had done some tricks in the past, they weren't as generous this time around. In the end, it's still because you helped Yan'er make them suffer in the Flower King Mausoleum. They're here to seek revenge," Zheng Tao explained indifferently while pointing at Mo Qingkuang.

"Because of me?" Mo Qingkuang was shocked. Was the Origin Sword Sect that petty?

He had caused them to lose quite a bit of face in the Flower King Mausoleum. However, it was a little overboard for them to come to the Imperial Clan to seek revenge.

Mo Fan was not surprised by Zheng Tao's words.

According to the original plot, the Origin Sword Sect had also sent many disciples to the Central Plains to participate in the imperial examinations and won first place in one fell swoop. Then, they gave up on joining the directorate and switched to the Origin Sword Sect, further suppressing the reputation of the Imperial Clan.

It was worth mentioning that the champion of said competition was Lin Yang.

This time, the Origin Sword Sect still came.

Mo Qingkuang wasn't a fool and quickly understood what Zheng Tao meant, "You want me to stop them?" 

Zheng Tao nodded, "That's right. I believe you've heard about it. The luck of the Central Plains is gradually declining. The quality of young talents is not as good as the four great sects. Originally, we could have taken advantage of the loopholes in the rules and used older martial artists as a reference to block them, but in the end, it would not look good."

"Your strength is extraordinary and you conform to the rules. I think you're very suitable for this task."

Mo Fan knew this too. The Central Plains had been prepared for this. They had faked their ages and arranged for the young men to consume pills to improve their cultivation.

There were more than a dozen people who were second-grade and third-grade Martial Masters. There was even a fourth-grade Martial Master who fought against Lin Yang.

Although the Central Plains authorities had done everything they could to secretly change the rules of the competition, they still lost to the protagonist, Lin Yang, in the end. As a result, Lin Yang became famous overnight and could not be stopped.

"Don't agree too quickly," Mo Fan reprimanded. He had brought Mo Qingkuang here to obtain the title of Martial Arts Champion. Since both parties had the same goal, why not take the opportunity to reap some benefits?

Mo Qingkuang nodded secretly when he heard his Ancestor. After pondering for a while, he pretended to be troubled, "Headmaster Zheng, I can help them stop them. However, the disciples of the Origin Sword Sect are all extraordinary. My strength is weak, so I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up in time."

How old was Zheng Tao? He was one of the representatives of Tianxuan's golden generation, and upon hearing Mo Qingkuang's words, he knew that this kid was asking for benefits.

"Tell me, what benefits do you want?"

"Ancestor, what should we ask for?" Mo Qingkuang asked secretly.

"What do you think?"

Mo Qingkuang's heart moved, "Ancestor, what do you say we ask him for some high-level cultivation techniques and martial arts techniques?"

"You can't bite off more than you can chew. Isn't what you have enough?" Mo Fan shook his head.

"Then, should we ask for divine weapons? Or high-grade pills? I don't have a weapon to use." Mo Qingkuang asked again.

"Idiot! Don't you want to be his personal disciple? If you have the dean of the Martial Arts Department, he could give you all kinds of cultivation techniques, martial arts techniques, divine weapons, and medicinal pills. He can even be someone who has your back!" Mo Fan rolled his eyes. This kid was really stupid.

That's right! Cultivation techniques, martial techniques, divine weapons, and medicinal pills, he wanted them all!

Mo Qingkuang rolled his eyes, turned around, knelt down, and kowtowed, "This Junior has always been self-taught and has suffered from not having a master to guide him. If the Headmaster can accept me as his personal disciple, how dare I not do my best to protect my Master's dignity?"

Zheng Tao couldn't help but be stunned when he heard his favor. This kid really knew how to hit a snake with a stick. He wanted benefits from me?

However, he was very satisfied with Kuang Qing's talent. He had rushed over as soon as he received the news that Kuang Qing had signed up for the martial arts examination. He was even more satisfied when he saw Kuang Qing sending Li Ang flying with one move. He had long thought of taking Kuang Qing as his disciple.

However, on the surface, he still had to be careful, "You're talented. You can become a talent by self-studying. There are many great teachers in the directorate. I've never taught a student in my life, so I'm afraid I'll mislead the students."

"No, no, change your favor. Cultivation techniques, medicinal pills, divine weapons, I believed that the Imperial Clan would not be stingy with their rewards."