114: Chapter 114 You are essentially a cripple

"You brat, you've got a really good eye."

The old man narrowed his eyes; he had still underestimated this brat's physical strength.

Relying on muscles as solid as iron lumps, he had managed to firmly lock in the potency of this medicinal wine.

But given his current cultivation level, it would take quite a long time to fully absorb this mouthful of medicinal wine.

Besides, this medicinal wine of his was incredibly valuable; one mouthful was enough to buy an old, dilapidated small apartment near the Fifth Ring Road, not to mention a house in Yanjing.

"That's true."

Chen Mo nodded, gradually adapting to the impact brought by the medicinal power, though his skin remained flushed red.

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore."

The old man looked up at Chen Mo, seemingly having already seen right through him.

"You should know who I am, right?"

"Yeah, you're the principal, and my sister is in your hands."

Chen Mo nodded, contemplating how to get that whole pot of wine into his own hands.

"Oh, for goodness sake!"

The old man's voice suddenly rose; why was this brat so bad at speaking?

"What do you mean your sister is in my hands? That girl has already been accepted as my disciple; she is now the youngest of my seven disciples."

"The reason I sent you an invitation is very simple."

"I don't belong to any faction, I don't serve as a teacher, and I only take personal disciples."

"And you are my eighth disciple, as well as the last warrior I will personally instruct."

"How about that? A pretty good identity, right?"

"In the future, to say nothing else, you'll be able to walk unhindered throughout Great Xia."

The old man's face was filled with pride when speaking of this topic, but clearly, he had the right to be proud.

As one of the three great Rank 9 Martial Saints of Great Xia, it was indeed a fact that his disciples could walk unhindered throughout Great Xia.

"But..."

"You've finished talking about the benefits, but you haven't mentioned the responsibilities I'm supposed to bear, have you?"

Chen Mo's expression remained unchanged as he stared at the old man.

"Hey, that's strange. Logically speaking, a physical-type warrior like you shouldn't be this sharp, right?"

The old man examined Chen Mo with some curiosity; clearly, Chen Mo's intelligence stat of eight had shocked him.

"You're right. Since you've enjoyed the convenience I've provided you, you naturally must bear the responsibilities that my disciples are expected to carry."

"Do you know... out of the seven personal disciples I currently have, how many are still alive?"

The topic instantly became heavy. Chen Mo frowned slightly, and in the end, he shook his head.

"Five. Your sister counts as one, the Three Ghosts count as three, and the last one is your eldest martial brother, Duan Zhenyu."

"He is currently the Minister of the Great Xia Counter-Intelligence Department, an Eighth-Grade Martial King."

"Your second martial sister, third martial brother, and fourth martial brother all died in the Abyss."

"Now, do you still think joining my sect is a good thing?"

Chen Mo didn't speak; his mind wasn't on this at all.

He was only wondering if it was actually a good thing for Xueni to have joined this old man's sect.

"Of course it's not a good thing; the responsibilities to be borne are too heavy."

Chen Mo shook his head. A flash of disappointment crossed the old man's face, but he still intended to hear the rest of what Chen Mo had to say.

"But I still intend to join your sect. After all, since Xueni is here, I cannot let her die in the Abyss like those other martial brothers and sisters."

"Some things are enough for me, as her older brother, to bear. What could a little girl like her possibly handle?"

Chen Mo's words were quite arrogant, and to the old man, it sounded entirely like he intended to bear the heavy responsibilities of two people all by himself.

The two had been talking until now without truly getting to the main topic. Chen Mo was observing the old man, and the old man was also observing this 'youth' who was nearly three meters tall.

"My name is Ouyang Qingfeng, a one-hundred-and-twenty-six-year-old Rank 9 Martial Saint."

The old man, the principal of National Martial Arts University, Ouyang Qingfeng, spoke up.

When this sentence was spoken, it meant that Ouyang Qingfeng intended to be open and honest.

"As for me, I don't look at talent or age when taking disciples."

"The disciples under my tutelage are basically all physically broken or incomplete; the Three Ghosts are the best examples."

"Your sister has an extremely severe case of albinism, and you..."

Ouyang Qingfeng reached out and pointed to Chen Mo's chest.

"You are incomplete here. Beneath your fierce exterior, you have an incomplete heart."

"This is also the reason why you value emotions so much; whether it is familial love or friendship, they are things you crave."

"..."

Chen Mo didn't speak; he personally didn't feel that he had any incomplete parts.

It was true that he craved familial love and friendship. After all, in his two lifetimes, it was the first time he had felt something called familial love at Chenguang Orphanage.

It was also the first time he had felt friendship from Wang Jun, Lin Ye, and Shen Zhou.