Chapter 264 Blade Servant – Wang Feng Scholarship

The recipient of the Purple Thorn Medal, the first disciple president of the Rose Holy Sanctuary's self-governing body, deeply loved by all disciples of the Rose Holy Sanctuary, even the notoriously difficult Eight Guardians are her loyal supporters...

Now, Old Wang is truly basking in success, wielding great power, and living the life of a winner.

In the Rose, when he says one, no disciple of the Holy Sanctuary would dare to say two.

So it’s not just about his promise to Karida; even without it, as the undisputed leader, he should thoroughly reform the Rose Holy Sanctuary.

Striking while the iron is hot, the first move was to shake up the heads of the eight branches.

With just a word from Old Wang, Rachel from the Gun Institute Academy and Yue Ningxin from the Soul Beast Academy were demoted to the 'cold palace,' replaced by Winnie and Kela.

Winnie taking over as the head of the Soul Beast Academy was uncontested; she was already the most favored genius disciple by the Soul Beast Academy’s dean, backed by the Li family and Old Wang’s support. Even the most shortsighted wouldn’t dare to utter a single word of dissent. The key issue was Kela...

Clearly from the Martial Dao Courtyard, yet Old Wang appointed her as the head of the Gun Institute Academy. When this news broke, many in the Gun Institute Academy were indeed somewhat dissatisfied.

How could someone completely unfamiliar with firearms be put in charge of the Gun Institute Academy? It seemed like a joke!

But soon, all opposition voices disappeared. On one hand, it was certainly due to Wang Feng’s current peak personal prestige; what he said was law. Decisions made in the morning were announced by noon, in black and white, leaving no room for argument.

More importantly, Old Wang laid down the challenge: any member of the Gun Institute Academy, if they were dissatisfied, could challenge Minister Kela to a duel. If they won, the position would be theirs.

Old Wang was making it clear: he was appointing based on personal favor, and he was unapologetically bold. His methods were simple and brutal, but they were direct and effective.

While the overall level of the Rose Gun Institute Academy wasn’t too bad, it lacked top-tier experts. Kela, an awakener who had defeated the renowned gunner Cai Yunhe, was now a formidable woman well-known in the Martial Dao Courtyard. Whether it was the former head, Rachel, or the previous head who had competed with Rachel, neither came close to Cai Yunhe’s level, let alone facing Kela.

Might makes right, and this was something that couldn’t be argued with.

As for the other six branches, it was much simpler.

Wizard Academy's Ning Zhiyuan, Foundry's Su Yue, Martial Dao Courtyard's Hei Wukai, Exorcism Academy's Yin Fu, and Institute of Potions' Famier—these five remain unchanged. The only change is in the Rune Academy.

"Minister? You want me to be the Minister of the Rune Academy?" Mo Tong couldn't quite believe his ears. He couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch Wang Feng's forehead. This guy was actually offering him the position of Minister of the Rune Academy voluntarily. It didn't seem like Wang Feng at all. Wasn't this guy always scheming to outshine him, trying to steal the spotlight wherever they went? "Wang Feng, are you sure?"

"Brother, what kind of talk is that?" Old Wang chuckled, "When has your senior brother ever lied to you?"

"All the time!" Mo Tong had a talent for killing conversations: "Last time when we were in the women's restroom, didn't you trick me into climbing up..."

"Cough, cough..." Old Wang cleared his throat. If you said he wasn't good at remembering rune structures and theories, how could he still recall the incident in the women's restroom? That was ancient history, something even he had long forgotten: "Brother, rest assured, this time it's real! Look, I've written the official notice from the Autonomous Council myself, how can there be any doubt?"

Old Wang handed over a notice, and Mo Tong took it, feeling a sudden brightness in his eyes. Sure enough, it read 'Rune Academy Minister Mo Tong.'

Mo Tong's furrowed brows instantly smoothed out, and he couldn't help but smile. Ah, finally, no matter how low-key he tried to be, his genius couldn't be hidden!

From childhood to adulthood, whether it was in the Datura Empire's Imperial College or the past six months at the Rose Holy Sanctuary, Mo Tong had never tasted the flavor of leadership.

This guy was indeed a genius of Mahoraga. Even if not just in Mahoraga, but among all the imperial colleges of the Eight Tribes, Mo Tong's talent would rank highly. He was the type who would shine wherever he went, but the problem was that he had always been surrounded by even more extraordinary individuals.

There were those like Yin Fu, the incarnation of the Moon Goddess, the holy maiden of the Gandharva, the hope of her entire clan; or Hei Wukai, the undefeated young warrior of the capital, the solitary seeker of battle, the Yakkha War God; or Longmoer, the paragon of strength, wealth, handsomeness, stability, height, size, and prestige; or Lucky Heaven, the princess of the Deva, whom all the Eight Tribes would bow to...

Faced with such terrifying companions, who could he possibly manage? It seemed he was destined to be managed by others all his life!

The harder it was to obtain, the more one desired it. Mo Tong dreamed of the day he could stand on his own, showing everyone his true capabilities.

Now, the opportunity had come! And what surprised Mo Tong most was that this opportunity was given to him by Wang Feng...

"Cough, well..." Mo Tong's face was practically beaming, but he held back his laughter, unwilling to accept too quickly. After all, that would make him look inexperienced and overly eager for this ministerial position: "I need to think about it carefully. Actually, I'm not interested in such positions. What's so great about being a minister of a branch academy? As you know, I'm a humble and low-key person..."

Wang Feng was at a loss, "So, you're going to refuse?"

"Hey! Speak properly, I didn’t say no! I said I needed to think about it, can’t you understand that?" Mo Tong glared, snatching the notice from Old Wang’s hand and clutching it tightly: "Now I’ve thought it over. Since you, Wang Feng, have invited me so sincerely, I’ll take on this role of Minister! We Mahoraga never shy away from challenges; I love this kind of challenging work!"

Old Wang said with satisfaction: "I knew you would agree, after all, my junior brother is always the true man who faces difficulties head-on! Minister Mo Tong, this afternoon, someone from the Rune Profession Center will come to the Rune Department for an exchange activity. As the minister, you need to help plan the venue setup and such..."

Mo Tong was taken aback. Work right after taking office? But... setting up a venue, I’ve never done that before!

"It’s just arranging chairs and decorating with flowers and ornaments... very simple! Don’t worry, my junior brother, you’re a well-traveled person; I believe this small task won’t be a problem for you." Old Wang chuckled, patting Mo Tong’s solid shoulder, which felt like hitting a block of iron: "For the venue location, go find Senior Brother Li Sitan later; he will tell you. Junior brother, cheer up, you will definitely become the best Rune Minister!"

Mo Tong said happily: "Of course, I’ll give it a Datura Empire style, making it look grand and upscale! By the way, Wang Feng, you come with me later. The minister needs to oversee everything, and it won’t do without someone to help out..."

Old Wang firmly refused: "I have other things to do this afternoon."

Mo Tong said unhappily: "I’m the minister of the Rune Academy! If you’re in the Rune Academy, you have to listen to me!"

"I’m the president, one rank higher than you, so you should listen to me." Old Wang smiled slightly, turned around, and walked away, not forgetting to give Mo Tong a thumbs-up: "Cheer up, Minister Mo Tong, work hard, the future of our Rune Academy is yours!"

...

Mo Tong opened his mouth, his mind freezing for a few seconds.

This... seems like the president is indeed a bit higher in rank than a minister, and I can’t really order Wang Feng around. So, should I ask Yin Fu? But how could I bear to let Yin Fu do such menial tasks...

Wait a minute!

Mo Tong suddenly realized a serious issue.

Damn! This isn’t even about whether I can bear to let Yin Fu do the work.

The Rune Academy has only three people in total. Wang Feng, with his president’s airs, is out of the question. And the only one left, Yin Fu, is also the minister of the Exorcism Academy, on the same level as me! Doesn’t this mean...

Am I the head of the Runes Department with no one to manage?

If I only do work and don't manage people, then what kind of damn minister am I?

Mo Tong was still in shock when Senior Brother Li Sitan approached him: "Junior Brother Mo Tong, Junior Brother Wang Feng mentioned that the Runes Department is now mainly under your responsibility. There's an event this afternoon at Hall No. 2. Please go and set up the venue, making it as solemn as possible."

Mo Tong froze, his mouth agape, feeling utterly disoriented.

Set up the venue, all by myself?

...I really want to curse!

Can I retire from this position of minister?

The eight ministerial positions were settled, but Old Wang didn’t idle for long; he quickly ignited the second fire.

Distributing benefits.

And not just the verbal promises from before, but actual cash!

All the profits from the Institute of Potions and the orc business, amounting to nearly 200,000 per month, were directly taken out by Old Wang and placed into the Autonomous Association’s public funds. Half of it was used to improve the hardware facilities of each branch, while the other half was allocated to establish various reward funds, specifically for rewarding outstanding Rose disciples. Old Wang even gave it a rather cringe-worthy name—the Blade Servant Wang Feng Scholarship.