As the morning mist dispersed, Tang San broke his usual routine and did not cultivate the Purple Demon Eye. Instead, he stayed home with his father, Tang Hao, preparing a lavish breakfast.
Though Tang San wondered where all the fish and meat had come from, he did not ask. There was no need to—he trusted that his father had some reason for doing this.
Finally, as the sun rose, the two finished preparing the food.
"Alright, Little San. Pack these up. We're going somewhere to visit someone."
"Visit someone?"
"Mm. We're visiting a senior."
Tang San was very curious about who this senior his father spoke of was. He quickly packed up the food in front of him, then followed Tang Hao out of the house.
As they walked, Tang San gradually realized something was off.
"Isn't this the road I always take to the mountaintop behind the village?"
After a while, the two arrived at the place where Tang San often cultivated. Tang Hao looked at the little wooden house by the lake below, his expression uneasy.
Seeing his father's expression, Tang San could not help thinking, Could the senior Father mentioned be living in Brother Xiao Feng's house? But Brother Xiao Feng has always lived alone. Could this senior actually be Brother Xiao Feng? Tang San felt that thought was absurd, but judging by where his father was looking, that seemed to be the truth.
The next second, Tang Hao headed toward the little wooden house by the lake at the foot of the mountain.
"It really is?" Tang San could not make sense of it. Then he suddenly recalled what Xiao Feng had told him yesterday—Brother Xiao Feng was from a sect...
Not long after, when he saw that the little wooden house had turned into an incredibly luxurious building, he was dumbfounded.
"Father, this..."
Tang Hao was equally shocked. He had never even heard of such methods. After straightening his clothes, he walked up to the villa and knocked on the door.
"This junior, Tang Hao, has come to pay a visit. May I ask whether Young Master Xiao Feng is home?"
Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San froze. "Young Master Xiao Feng? What is going on?"
Meanwhile, inside the house, Xiao Feng had been brushing his teeth when he heard Tang Hao's voice. He paused, then suddenly asked, "System, did someone just say something outside?"
[Mm~, yes. Tang Hao and Tang San are both outside the door.]
"Uh, doesn't that mean I've been exposed?"
[Relax. Tang Hao came to apologize. The people I arranged beat him up yesterday. Even if you gave him ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare act up now.]
With the System's words in mind, Xiao Feng continued brushing his teeth as he walked out onto the second-floor balcony.
"The door isn't locked. Come in yourselves."
Tang Hao and Tang San looked at Xiao Feng, who was still wearing those familiar floral-patterned baggy shorts. One was cowardly, while the other was full of doubts. No matter how I look at him, Brother Xiao Feng doesn't seem like some 'senior.'
After receiving Xiao Feng's permission, Tang Hao pushed open the door from the modern world. The moment the two stepped inside, they were stunned by the luxury within.
"Good heavens, what is all this?"
Like country bumpkins entering a grand estate, both of them were utterly shocked. They had never seen any of these things before, especially the pile of glowing night pearls overhead, each as large as four or five fists. It was ridiculously extravagant.
Just then, Xiao Feng, having finished washing up, came down the spiral staircase.
"Sit wherever you like. Want something to drink?" Xiao Feng asked as he walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and looked at the stiff and awkward pair.
Tang Hao and Tang San exchanged looks, staring wide-eyed at each other.
Tang San said, "Dad, you talk. I don't know what to say."
Tang Hao said, "Son, you talk. Your father doesn't know what to say either. You know him; I don't!"
"Fine. Looks like neither of you knows what you want to drink."
Xiao Feng took out a bottle of Icelandic Temper and two bottles of peach-flavored soda water from the refrigerator, then went to sit on the sofa.
"Little San, don't be so restrained. Make yourselves at home. Uncle Hao, you sit too."
Xiao Feng gestured for them to sit on the sofa beside him. However, when he said "Uncle Hao," there was a strange mocking tone in his voice. It made Tang Hao extremely awkward, while Tang San seemed to realize something.
The next second, Tang Hao spoke directly. "Well, cough cough, I came to apologize. Yesterday, I was in a bad mood, so my attitude toward Young Master Xiao Feng was rather poor. That is why I came personally today to apologize. I also brought some snacks. Young Master Xiao Feng may not think much of them, but they represent my sincerity."
As he spoke, Tang Hao motioned for Tang San to hand over the bundle he was carrying.
Tang Hao took it and walked over to what appeared to be the dining table, taking out the food from the bundle one item at a time.
Seeing Tang Hao's attitude, Xiao Feng was a little dazed. He could not help asking the System inwardly, Just how hard did you hit him yesterday? I'm having trouble getting used to this attitude. He's still a level ninety-six Title Douluo, after all.
[Not that hard. I only beat him up for one incense stick, that's all. Mm~ the kind where he had no ability to resist.]
"Oh~ my dear System, you're amazing. He was so fierce to me yesterday, glaring at me! This feels great now! I feel so satisfied."
[Hehe, who told you to be my precious host?]
"Love you."
Looking at the spread of food that was worlds apart from what he usually ate, Xiao Feng found it extremely ordinary. Still, it was the thought of Tang Hao, the mighty Ri Tian Douluo. One did not slap a smiling face, and seeing Tang Hao's sincere attitude, most of Xiao Feng's anger from yesterday had already faded.
At that moment, Tang San was thinking, Could my old man have been beaten up by Brother Xiao Feng?
But based on what he knew of Xiao Feng, he did not think Xiao Feng was so petty. Besides, he estimated that Brother Xiao Feng could not possibly beat his burly father. That only left him more confused. If Brother Xiao Feng had not done it, why had his father's personality changed so drastically overnight?
However, the moment a silver-haired woman in a black robe came down the spiral staircase, he seemed to understand.
When Tang Hao saw the black-robed, silver-haired woman, he was first stunned, then became incomparably respectful. At first glance, he had not recognized her. But when he saw the black robe, he did. This woman was the black-robed figure from last night—the one with four hundred-thousand-year Spirit Rings, who had beaten him up before helping him recover from his injuries.
He just had not expected the black-robed figure to be a woman. After all, the black-robed figure's voice last night had clearly been that of a man's. (System: "Basic procedure. Just a minor trick to change genders.")
"Senior, greetings. This junior Tang Hao has come to disturb you without invitation."
Seeing this, Xiao Feng also quietly asked the System, "System, is this the invincible bodyguard you arranged for me?"
[That's right. A level ninety-nine, invincible Limit Douluo—the strongest combatant below the God Realm, with four hundred-thousand-year Spirit Rings!]
"Ho-holy shit, m-my dear father! System, you're my real dad. No, even my real dad isn't as good as you!"
[Calm down, calm down. It's only a minor trick.]
At the side, Tang San watched his father's attitude and seemed to understand everything at once. Yesterday, Xiao Feng had visited his home and his father had given him a cold reception. Then his father had been beaten up by this black-robed, silver-haired woman of unknown identity who was with Xiao Feng.
Though Tang San felt a little angry inside—anyone would be upset if their father had been beaten like this—he also knew his family had been in the wrong first. Moreover, the other side belonged to a sect, so there was no comparison. On top of that, Xiao Feng himself looked utterly confused right now—though he was pretending—which showed that Xiao Feng did not know about this either. For a while, Tang San no longer felt much anger.
The woman's next words proved Tang San's guess. At the same time, Tang San was dumbfounded. A level ninety-six Clear Sky Douluo? My dad is a Douluo? A Title Douluo?
As she walked, the black-robed woman smiled. "How could you call me Senior? Before the mighty level ninety-six Clear Sky Douluo, this little woman cannot be called a senior."
When she reached Xiao Feng, she bowed slightly and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Rui Mengmeng! I am the personal guard of the young master of the God Nine Sect!"
At that moment, all three were shocked.
Tang San: "I just gained a Title Douluo father."
Tang Hao: "The personal guard of the young master of the God Nine Sect is a powerhouse with four hundred-thousand-year Spirit Rings? Wouldn't the sect master be heaven-defying?"
Xiao Feng: "P-personal guard? Then wouldn't that mean..."
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