Chapter 11 Tasty scenery

"Ah!" The man had just come out of the restroom, and suddenly felt a chill through his body. This would upset anyone. He glared angrily, then paused slightly, "It's you!"

"Hello, Junior Brother Mo Tong," Old Wang said with a smile, waving at him. "You're using the restroom too? What a coincidence. Oh, why are you wet? Let me help you dry off."

As he spoke, he held up a dirty, yellow rag.

"Who's your junior brother?!" Mo Tong was not pleased. Yesterday, he had to endure it in front of Yin Fu, but today, he ran into this again. "Taking advantage of me again! Take this punch!"

"Junior Brother Mo Tong, didn't you see that I'm practicing?" Wang Feng raised the mop and rag. "This is a trial assigned by the headmaster himself. Don't disturb me."

Mo Tong smiled, showing his white teeth against his slightly dark skin, making them appear even whiter. "Cleaning the restroom is cleaning the restroom. I heard that among humans, those who make mistakes are punished. What did you do?"

Looking at the excited young bull, Wang Feng smiled calmly, giving Mo Tong a pitying look for five whole seconds until Mo Tong felt uneasy.

"What are you looking at? If it's not because of a mistake, why are you cleaning the restroom? This is work for servants!" Mo Tong had already decided to tell Yin Fu about this deceitful human when he got back.

Wang Feng shook his head. "A sword becomes sharp through honing; roses bloom after enduring the cold. This is the motto of our Rose Holy Sanctuary. Every talented Rose disciple must go through such trials. As you said, this is servant work. Could you do it? You couldn't. Everyone finds it shameful, but I can handle it calmly. Not only that, I believe it's a matter of dignity and character. What is the spirit of the Holy Sanctuary? Everyone serves each other. This is a noble quality of humanity. Look at you, screaming over a little water. No wonder people say the Eight Tribes are like flowers in a greenhouse. Sigh, pitiful. Don't block my practice."

Mo Tong's face turned red as he snatched the broom and bucket. "Who said I can't do it? Mahoraga is far better than you. Cleaning restrooms is nothing. We can do anything we set our minds to. Watch me!"

"Junior Brother, you're wrong. This is my practice. Don't force yourself. Three minutes of enthusiasm means nothing!" Wang Feng reached out to take the tools back.

"If you try to take them, I'll hit you!" Mo Tong growled, starting to clean rapidly. With his speed and agility, he was far superior to Old Wang.

"Junior Brother, slow down. Rushing leads to mistakes. Don't splash water everywhere... Sigh, Junior Brother, clean more thoroughly. Sloppy work is Mahoraga's habit?"

"Junior Brother, left, up, right... Why are you covering your nose? Form is emptiness, stench is not stench!"

An hour passed, and people passing by looked at this peculiar pair, especially since there was a Mahoraga involved. Mo Tong felt ashamed, thinking how could a proud Mahoraga be cleaning restrooms? He had to overcome this shame—it was part of his training!

Seeing Mo Tong get into the rhythm, Old Wang smiled like a proud father. This place would take him two days to clean, but Mahoraga truly had talent.

Old Wang grabbed a chair and picked up a newspaper from the basket by the door. In the League of Blades, especially in the Holy Sanctuary College, there were two main newspapers: Light of the Sanctuary and Pilgrim's Path. Light of the Sanctuary covered news from various sanctuaries, while Pilgrim's Path reported on events outside the sanctuaries, often referred to as Light and Path.

The Sanctuary did well in providing these. How could one use the restroom without a newspaper?

However, the headline of today's Light was an attack on Rose Academy, specifically targeting Headmistress Karida. ...The criticism was quite poetic and could have been even deeper. The second page continued the critique, showing that Karida's recent actions had significantly challenged tradition.

Some even suggested that the League should reclaim the Rose Holy Sanctuary from the Karida family or merge it with the Judgment Sanctuary. The third page featured outstanding warriors from various sanctuaries and their recent achievements, mostly focusing on martial artists and wizards, which were the mainstream on the Nine Heavens Continent. Stories like the third prince of a certain empire challenging the toughest graduation trial, destined to become a future hero...

Entering the Sanctuary made one a disciple or apprentice, but only those who graduated officially became Sanctuary disciples. Becoming a hero was a one-in-a-thousand chance.

Old Wang read with great interest. Although the pictures of the women weren't high-definition, their figures were impressive—waists were waists, and hips were hips.

Meanwhile, Mo Tong was sweating profusely. Once he got used to it, the smell wasn't so bad. He was almost done and planned to show Wang Feng that Mahoraga could endure hardship and clean restrooms!

But when he saw Wang Feng leisurely reading the newspaper and laughing, and noticed the strange looks from others...

He exploded with anger!

This guy tricked him again!

He lunged at Wang Feng, snatching the newspaper away. In the next moment, Old Wang was lifted into the air, with a fist the size of a pot just a centimeter from his face.

"Wang Feng, I want a one-on-one fight, to the death!"

Old Wang remained calm, smiling slightly. "Junior Brother Mo Tong, what's wrong? I told you not to do it, but you insisted. Now you blame me. Is this how Mahoraga behaves?"

Mo Tong felt his head about to explode, yet he couldn't find a reason to argue. "I don't care. No matter what you say, I will fight you today. If you don't agree, I'll hit you. I'll drop out if I have to!"

"Junior Brother, to become a respected hero, one must control emotions. Since you're so eager, I'll give you a chance. If you can stand on that wall for five minutes without falling, I'll fight you, any way you want!"

Wang Feng pointed to the wall on the right side of the restroom, which was six to seven meters high. Old Wang definitely couldn't reach it.

Mo Tong gritted his teeth, sneering. "You said it. I'll fight you to the death. You're finished!"

With a leap, he shot up like a cannonball, landing steadily on one leg. Smiling triumphantly, he looked down at Old Wang. "Five minutes? I can stand here all day. Wait for your doom!"

Old Wang adjusted his collar, shaking his head. "Junior Brother Mo Tong, is the view up there nice?"