Chapter 228 - 225: One Sword Beheading

Chapter 228: Chapter 225: One Sword Beheading

Although the three kids were silently cursing Sun Tian, held little hope for this so-called "club," and thought it was completely unreasonable that he had transferred them to a nearby private school just so they could train here.

But truly wealthy families aren’t just about having money; their education is always excellent and thorough. Nine out of ten, once they’re old enough to know better, are very well-mannered. The trope you see in many novels—rich kids who pop up just to be put in their place by the protagonist—is actually quite rare. Proportionally speaking, they are pitifully few compared to the general population.

So, even though the three kids weren’t exactly happy, they had already argued with their parents to no avail. Their rebellion wasn’t for outsiders to see, so naturally, they wouldn’t make a scene in front of the hall’s owners. How else were they supposed to get by here in the future?

They quietly listened to Sun Tian and Mo Shaoge chat.

"Hahaha, I’m not expecting them to become grandmasters. It’ll be good enough if they just have the ability to protect themselves. Oh, and if the three of them get willful or try to slack off, feel free to discipline them harshly. As long as you don’t disfigure or cripple them, anything goes!"

Sun Tian said this with a cheerful laugh right in front of the children.

"Don’t worry, Brother Tian. Even if we break their legs, they won’t end up crippled!"

"True, haha!"

Sun Ya’an: "..."

Zhao Long: "..."

Du Heng: "..."

"By the way, Shaoge, Qingxue, who is that seated in the place of honor deep in the hall?"

Sun Tian couldn’t help but ask.

Mo Shaoge glanced back at Elder Mo, who was leisurely sipping tea by himself, and made a mischievous joke.

"That’s Qingxue’s and my grandfather. To use a popular phrase from martial arts stories, Grandpa has at least a full sixty years of power. Qingxue and I only learned our meager skills from him over a few years."

"Oh! So it’s Elder Mo!"

It suddenly dawned on Sun Tian. It seemed the Mo Family, like the Sun Family of old, was a family that had maintained long-standing ties with Dawn.

It was just that the Sun Family’s ties weren’t as close. So, as a contingency measure prepared in times of peace, they had been quietly upholding their Oath, waiting for a future day to be of use and become a true part of Dawn’s backbone.

Unfortunately, the Sun Family’s legacy had been broken in the preceding generations, and they had nearly missed their chance with the Dawn Association forever.

He fixed his gaze from afar on the elder, whose power he couldn’t begin to fathom. The man’s calm and composed demeanor radiated the air of a true master.

’This is what a true foundation looks like!’

After chatting for a bit, Mo Shaoge invited Sun Tian inside for tea, but he declined. Sun Tian was eager to get acquainted with the venerable elder, but he had no intention of imposing on him.

After Sun Tian left, only the three children, the Mo siblings, and the distant Elder Mo remained in the inner hall.

Outside, the clamor of parents and white-collar workers inquiring about the school was incessant, whether they were just there to see the commotion or to actually sign up.

Mo Qingxue smiled and spoke to the three children, who had remained silent all this time.

"Come on, follow us inside. Since you’re Brother Tian’s juniors, enrollment will be no problem. Even if there are issues, we’ll put in the effort to help you correct them."

The three of them exchanged a look and followed the two inside, curiously observing their surroundings.

Never mind the spacious training ground, or the wooden dummies and large punching bags—it was the weapon racks and bronze statues that really caught their attention.

"Hey, Ya’an, are those bronze statues over there real?"

"Yeah, they look really heavy..."

"They must be hollow, right?"

The kids whispered among themselves.

Elder Mo watched his grandson and granddaughter bring in the three teenagers and nodded at them.

"Has our guest left?"

"Yes, Grandpa. Brother Tian was too busy, so he left early. These three are his juniors."

"Mm."

Elder Mo looked at the three children.

"What are your names, and how old are you?"

They were still just kids, after all. Looking at the old man, they couldn’t help but feel he was like one of those reclusive, otherworldly masters from stories.

"My name is Sun Ya’an, and I’m thirteen." "I’m Zhao Long, fourteen." "I’m Du Heng, also fourteen."

"Very good, very good. You’re a year or two early, but modern nutrition means people develop better these days. You can be considered to have reached the age where your bones and sinews are beginning to open and your Primordial Qi has stabilized."

Looking at the three children with their decent physiques, Elder Mo stroked his beard and smiled, quite pleased. Even if they had gotten in through the back door, it was still an auspicious start.

"Esteemed Elder..."

"You are to call him Chief Instructor. If you are formally accepted as disciples, you will address him as Grandmaster."

Mo Shaoge corrected Sun Ya’an’s form of address.

’What strange forms of address... ’Coach’ sounds more normal.’

"So does that make you two the instructors?"

"That’s right. But you can call me ’Big Sis’ in private. Why call me ’Auntie’?"

Mo Qingxue quite liked this pretty little girl, and being called ’Auntie’ by her was a little hard to take.

"But you call my dad ’Brother Tian’. If I call you ’Big Brother’ and ’Big Sister’, wouldn’t that be disrespectful to my dad?"

"Hahaha, excellent, excellent! The little girl is quite perceptive. Qingxue, for all your divine skill in the Martial Arts, you’re still less sensible than a young girl."

Sun Ya’an gave Elder Mo a sweet smile.

"So, Chief Instructor, my dad was all mysterious when he brought us here and didn’t tell us much. Can you tell us now? What exactly will we be learning, how long will it take, what’s the class schedule, and how much is the tuition?"

Elder Mo smiled and shook his head.

"Shaoge, you tell them."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Mo Shaoge turned to Sun Ya’an with a smile.

"Brother Tian had his reasons for not telling you, which you’ll understand in the future. As for now..."

"Others are a different matter, but for you three, there are no tuition fees. Morning classes require you to be at the hall before sunrise, and they will last until you leave for school. After school, you’ll come straight here for the evening class. The timing for that will depend on the circumstances. As for what you will learn and for how long... that remains to be seen."

"Before sunrise?"

Zhao Long couldn’t help but ask. ’What the hell kind of schedule is that? Before sunrise? Doesn’t that mean we have to get here when it’s still dark?’

Not only were the children astonished, but this was also the first time Elder Mo was hearing of this arrangement. He felt that starting so early was a bit excessive. While the ancients spoke of ’dancing at the rooster’s crow,’ this seemed a bit extreme.

However, it wasn’t his place to speak up at the moment. He would ask his grandson about it in private later. Perhaps there was a special arrangement. After all, his grandchildren’s Martial Arts had long since surpassed his own; there must be a specific reason for this schedule.

"Um, Mis... Instructor, does this mean we have to wake up in the middle of the night? Sleep is very important for our growth and development!"

"Rest assured, we’ll make sure you get enough sleep. It won’t hinder your growth and development at all. By the way, I’ve already had Brother Tian check you out of your luxury hotel suite. The people responsible for taking care of you have also gone home. Starting tonight, you’ll be living upstairs with us."

"Huh!?" "Huh!?" "What!?"

All three of their faces fell. It wasn’t that they were truly spoiled, but this meant they would be in a completely unfamiliar environment. It felt like they were being abandoned to fend for themselves.

"Hahahaha..."

Mo Qingxue found the three children absolutely hilarious and was shaking with laughter off to the side.

"Come on, come on, come with me to pick out your rooms."

No matter how much they complained internally, they could only accept their fate now. They dejectedly followed Mo Qingxue, who was carrying her Short Sword, out of the main hall and toward the third-floor staircase.

The furnishings along the way were quite nice, antique and full of a unique charm. It was clear that a lot of care had been put into the decor. The three little mice whispered among themselves as they walked.

"Sigh, I don’t know what got into Dad, sending us here."

"Yeah, it was enough sending you. Why did he have to egg my dad on to bring me too!"

"Seriously! Me too!"

"You guys! Hmph, that’s the one good thing Dad did—dragging you along to suffer with me. Whatever, I’ll just treat it as taking a few more elective classes!"

How could Mo Qingxue, walking ahead, not hear Nini’s muttering? A slight smile touched her lips.

A fly buzzed past a potted plant.

With a short, soft ZING, a flash of sword-light flickered and was gone.

It startled the three behind her. By the time they reacted, Mo Qingxue was already heading up the stairs ahead, as if she hadn’t made any extra movements at all and had just been walking steadily forward.

"What just happened? Was that reflection from her sword?"

Zhao Long asked the question, but Sun Ya’an, instead of answering, crouched down to search for something on the floor. An absurd possibility crossed her mind, but she looked down at the ground instinctively.

Although they had just been chatting, she had still been paying attention to what was in front of them and had glimpsed the scene.

’No way!!’

"You guys, come look at this!!!"

Sun Ya’an’s cry was filled with irrepressible excitement.

The two boys squatted down and looked where Sun Ya’an was pointing. The three children simply froze on the spot, stunned.

A small fly lay overturned on the floor, its legs still twitching, but its head was gone.

Decapitated with one strike!

P.S. First Chapter for Monday.