115: Chapter 115 I don't teach students, I only accept disciples.

"Alright, even if I told you about these mysterious things, you wouldn't understand."

Ouyang Qingfeng shook his head and lightly tapped the stone tabletop in front of him with his finger.

"Now give me an answer: are you willing to become my final closed-door disciple?"

Chen Mo didn't speak; he just sat quietly in place, thinking.

"What can you teach me?"

A moment later, Chen Mo looked up, his eyes burning with intensity as he looked at the white-haired and white-bearded Ouyang Qingfeng before him.

"Ha!"

"Good lad! You are the first one to dare ask me this question!"

Ouyang Qingfeng immediately became excited and slammed his hand onto the tabletop. The surrounding ground instantly rippled like the surface of water after a stone is thrown into it.

"Sixty years ago, I achieved the status of Rank 9 Martial Saint, and ever since then, no one has been my match!"

"Do you know why?"

Ouyang Qingfeng's eyes were filled with pride, which was how a top-tier powerhouse should look.

"My talent is called No Taboos!"

"Anyone, including the Ten Abyss Emperors, must compete with me solely on the foundation of their martial path when they stand before me!"

"Any talent is just for show in the face of my No Taboos."

"And me!"

"My martial arts talent is unparalleled throughout history. I dare to say that from ancient times to the present, including even you, no one's talent in the martial path compares to mine."

Ouyang Qingfeng stood up, his blood energy surging throughout his body, covering the entire courtyard in a thin veil of blood-red light.

"I dare not claim to have learned every single martial technique, movement technique, and hard qigong in the world."

"But I dare say that as long as you can name a martial technique, movement technique, or hard qigong, there isn't one I cannot teach you!"

"Lad, do you still want to know what I can teach you now?"

Chen Mo didn't say anything; he simply picked up the wine pot on the table and poured a cup of medicinal wine.

With a thud, his knees hit the ground. Chen Mo respectfully and decisively performed the disciple's bow.

This old man, who had lived for over a hundred years, still cared a lot about these rituals, especially when Chen Mo was about to become his final closed-door disciple.

"Please, Master, have a drink!"

"Good!"

Ouyang Qingfeng took the wine cup from Chen Mo's hand and downed the medicinal wine in one gulp.

"From today on, you are my final closed-door disciple, Old Eight."

"..."

Chen Mo always felt that the nickname "Old Eight" was a bit awkward, so he voiced his protest after thinking for a moment.

"Master, can you not call me Old Eight?"

"Can you just call me by my name instead?"

"Naturally, you may."

Ouyang Qingfeng nodded, supported Chen Mo's arms with both hands, and helped him up from the ground.

From this moment on, Chen Mo was no longer a rogue cultivator; he was a martial artist who had truly come from under the tutelage of a Rank 9 Martial Saint.

"Chen Mo, remember one thing."

"Once you enter my sect, you must follow my sect's rules."

"You have three chances to break the rules. After three times, even if my skills never have a successor, you will absolutely not be allowed to remain under my tutelage."

Chen Mo nodded; this was fair. Wherever you are, you must follow the rules of that place.

Of course, at the very least, one must follow the rules when under one's master's watchful eye.

"First, fellow disciples must help each other, and members of the same race must help each other. Internal strife is absolutely forbidden."

"I do not object to competition among martial artists, but internal strife is an absolute bottom line!"

"Second, you may lose to an opponent, but you are absolutely forbidden from begging for mercy like a dog!"

"Daxia martial artists are not spineless cowards, and disciples under me, Ouyang Qingfeng, certainly cannot be spineless worms."

Chen Mo nodded; he completely agreed with this point.

It wasn't as if he hadn't studied history; there was never any such thing as "surrender and lose only half."

Therefore... when facing a desperate situation, Daxia martial artists usually didn't surrender; they found a way to take the enemy down with them.

"Third, betrayal of the human race is absolutely forbidden."

"Alright, those are the only three rules of my sect."

Just as Chen Mo was preparing to hear the fourth rule, Ouyang Qingfeng stopped abruptly.

"You seem surprised?"

Ouyang Qingfeng smiled slightly and reached out to ruffle Chen Mo's hair.

"My talent is called No Taboos, so naturally, my disciples are also No Taboos."

"As long as you don't do these three things: betray the human race, harm fellow disciples, or beg for mercy, no matter what you do, your master will back you up."

Ouyang Qingfeng taking Chen Mo as his final closed-door disciple was not a whim, but something he had considered for a long time.

He had been watching Chen Mo since the Provincial Joint Examination; whether it was the rescue on the rainy night or the battle against the Venerable in the National Joint Examination, he had seen it all.

Chen Mo's temperament was very much to his liking, and his fighting style was very suitable for being his disciple.

"I know what you want to say."

Seeing that Chen Mo wanted to say something, Ouyang Qingfeng interrupted him directly.

"That girl Xueni is sleeping right now. I'll call you tomorrow when she wakes up."

"Also, try not to get involved in the competition between the two factions within the academy."

"But if your friends need your help, just go ahead and act; I will back you up in the end."

Ouyang Qingfeng paused, and seeing that Chen Mo was no longer speaking, he continued.

"Attend your classes as usual from Monday to Friday, especially the Talent Planning course; this subject is very important."

"Come find me on Saturdays and Sundays; I will personally teach you martial techniques."

"National Martial Arts University has a monthly assessment every month, a quarterly assessment every quarter, a semi-annual assessment every six months, and an annual assessment at the end of each year."

"My requirement for you is very simple: be invincible among your peers."

"The task points required for the assessments must also be 50% higher than the passing grade for others; you must put in more effort than everyone else."

Seeing that Chen Mo still had no reaction, Ouyang Qingfeng was even more satisfied with his final closed-door disciple.

"However, your usual resources will also be double that of other students. I personally feel that this is very fair."

"Based on your current blood energy levels, you could normally already be certified as a Rank 3 Martial Artist."

"However, your physical strength is more than a dozen times higher than a normal Rank 3 Martial Artist. Overall, you can only go and certify as a Rank 2 for now."

"I will distribute resources to you according to the standards of a Rank 3 Martial Artist, and it will come out of my own account."

"Alright, you can go back and rest now."

After pinning the badge unique to his closed-door disciples onto Chen Mo's clothes, Ouyang Qingfeng waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

Chen Mo didn't waste any words; he stuffed the medicinal wine, of which less than one-fifth remained, into his pocket and turned to run.

"Brat..."

Ouyang Qingfeng shook his head and just watched as Chen Mo's figure gradually faded into the distance.

"Pure Great Strength, is it?"

"This talent is actually quite interesting; I just don't know how your talent in the martial path is."

"I have plenty of martial techniques and hard qigong here that are suitable for you. How much you can learn will depend on your own ability."

"Hmm..."

Ouyang Qingfeng frowned, suddenly remembering a very important question.

Great power is usually accompanied by a great reaction force. Looking at it this way, he needed to carefully screen through his movement techniques.

He needed to choose the movement technique best suited for his final closed-door disciple.