War Emperor

Mo Qingkuang climbed onto the high platform and saw a middle-aged man in a black robe waiting for him. 

"You've come. Follow me; Dean Zheng is waiting for you inside." The middle-aged man looked Mo Qingkuang up and down. This young man with a violent temper had left a deep impression on him a few days ago. 

"Alright." 

Leading the way, the middle-aged man guided Mo Qingkuang towards the inside. Behind the high platform, there was a winding path that led to a small courtyard. 

"Go in." The middle-aged man pointed to the slightly ajar door. 

Again? 

Mo Qingkuang felt speechless; Zheng Lao was always fond of being mysterious. The last time they met, he scared him half to death. 

He expressed his thanks and pushed open the door. 

Under the sunlight, he saw Zheng Tao sitting upright, his gaze deep and fixed on him. 

With just that one look, Mo Qingkuang felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire, unable to extricate himself. 

Mo Qingkuang only felt a massive hammer hitting his mind violently, his pupils gradually dilating, and his consciousness beginning to blur. 

"Cough, cough." At the right moment, Mo Fan coughed, sounding like a resonant bell, awakening Mo Qingkuang. 

Mo Qingkuang shivered, his heart pounding violently. He looked at Zheng Tao with some fear. 

'Was it him who made a move? Why didn't I have any chance to resist?' 

'Why would he attack me?' 

Mo Qingkuang was in a panic. If Zheng Tao really wanted to kill him, he had no chance of survival. 

Seeing Mo Qingkuang quickly recover, Zheng Tao's face showed surprise. "Not bad, just one breath." 

Just one breath? 

"Dean, are you testing me?" Mo Qingkuang asked tentatively. 

"I just wanted to know if you have the ability to contend with Lin Yang. Just now, I tested Lin Yang, and, like you, he regained consciousness in just one breath! You did well; he considers you a formidable opponent, and it seems he has his reasons." Zheng Tao's sternness disappeared, and he once again looked like an old man next door. 

Lin Yang also recovered in just one breath? Mo Qingkuang was astonished. So, what Lin Yang meant on the stage about the unfairness of the fight was due to this. 

'But I received help from the ancestor. Lin Yang probably had the Saint Alchemist in his ring help him as well.' 

'Otherwise, no matter how talented I am, I wouldn't be able to resist the methods of a King-level expert.' 

"Come, have a seat. Don't be nervous." Zheng Tao beckoned and brought out a cup of tea, placing it on the nearby seat. 

'Don't be nervous? I walked in, and you attacked me out of nowhere. If the ancestor hadn't helped me, I might have turned into an idiot, leaving a huge shadow on my heart! How can I not be nervous?' 

However, Mo Qingkuang still went to the seat and sat down, carefully taking a sip of the hot tea. His violently heaving chest gradually calmed down. 

"Don't be nervous. I just want to talk to you." Zheng Tao seemed to sense Mo Qingkuang's unease and spoke in a calming tone. 

"You and Lin Yang, do you have any old grievances? Did you reveal his true identity to Chen Shi?" Zheng Tao asked softly, devoid of any emotion in his tone. 

"Yes," Mo Qingkuang made up his mind to confess everything. He answered truthfully. 

"Your name, Kuang Qing, is probably fake too, right?" 

"Yes," Mo Qingkuang nodded again. 

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Zheng Tao smiled, looking at Mo Qingkuang as if he were examining a plaything in his hands, simultaneously treating him like a mysterious treasure. 

This gaze, without any threat or killing intent, made Mo Qingkuang feel extremely uncomfortable. 

'He knows it too! He knows my real identity!' Mo Qingkuang's face changed drastically. 

Mo Fan, on the other hand, casually commented, "He was part of the Golden Generation. It's not that easy to fool him." 

By making Mo Qingkuang confess, he guessed that Zheng Tao was already aware of Mo Qingkuang's true situation, and the initiative was lost. 

Fortunately, they took advantage of Chen Shi's defeat from Lin Yang, creating a perfect opportunity when the people of Tianxuan were in a state of anger. 

Why not be more sincere, open and honest, and each take what they need then? 

Mo Qingkuang forcefully swallowed a mouthful of saliva, picked up the teacup in front of him, disregarding the scalding tea, and gulped it down in one go. This helped suppress the fear in his heart. He then knelt down on the ground. 

"This junior's real name is Mo Qingkuang, and I am the young master of the Mo family in Tiannan City. After losing to Lin Yang in the apprentice competition of the Yuan Sword Sect and being publicly disowned, I feigned my death and came to the Central Province. I ask the dean to discern the truth!" 

Zheng Tao looked at the once-prominent genius of Tiannan City. 

He had investigated all the people named Kuang Qing of a similar age within Tianxuan but found no match for this child. 

If Lin Yang's identity hadn't been revealed and showed a deep-seated enmity between the two, he wouldn't have suspected that the super playboy, Mo Qingkuang, who was rumoured to have died, had come to Central Province. 

"Oh? With such talent, even if you lost to Lin Yang, the Yuan Sword Sect should not have given up on a talent like you. Why did you fake your death and infiltrate Central Province?" Zheng Tao asked calmly, without a trace of emotion. 

"Defeated that day, my meridians were completely destroyed. The Yuan Sword Sect wouldn't need a waste like me. Lin Yang, with extraordinary talent and an unrelenting hatred towards me, if I had entered the Yuan Sword Sect, I would probably have died by now." Mo Qingkuang said bitterly. 

"But you are still alive and well now, with a considerable reputation, and your strength even slightly surpasses Lin Yang's. How is this possible?" 

"When I was on the verge of death that day, my father used the treasure left behind by the old ancestor to reconstruct my meridians and restore my cultivation." 

"I also obtained the 'Wind and Fallen Leaves Technique' left behind by the old ancestor, which allowed me to become the Mo Qingkuang of today." 

This was the story Mo Fan had instructed Mo Qingkuang to tell, explaining the reason for his resurrection. 

"Ancestor of the Mo family? Is it the former War Emperor Mo Fan from six hundred years ago?" Zheng Tao raised his eyebrows upon hearing this. 

War Emperor Mo Fan was a super powerhouse from six hundred years ago, known for his fierce and domineering combat style, earning him the title of War Emperor. 

'He called himself the War Emperor? Or did the system arrange such a title for me after his death?' Mo Fan couldn't help but think about it. 

"My family ancestor is indeed the War Emperor Mo Fan." Mo Qingkuang, unaware of Mo Fan's aversion to the title, proudly admitted. 

The legend of the founding ancestor had been heard by him since childhood. Throughout, the family considered him the future genius who would follow in the footsteps of Ancestor Mo Fan, the hero of the world. 

Unexpectedly, in the twists and turns of life, he was defeated by Lin Yang and died. Later, the Ancestor Mo Fan saved him, guiding his growth from that point forward. 

"War Emperor's descendant? I didn't expect that he left behind such a backdoor. With you here, the Mo family might establish another hundred years of foundation." Zheng Tao nodded, seemingly understanding. 

When Mo Fan rose to prominence, it was precisely the time when the Mo family was in complete decline. He had also lamented that the War Emperor, a hero in his time, had such an incompetent successor. 

Within the Tianxuan Empire, there had not been any other imperial bloodline that had fallen so quickly. 

Now, the descendant of the War Emperor was right in front of him. 

Unexpectedly, he might witness the resurgence of the Mo family once again!

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