Obedient and Understanding Little Hao: I Can Score Big!

"Senior, you flatter me. In your presence, my insignificant strength isn't worth mentioning. Besides, that's all in the past. Now I'm just an ordinary blacksmith."

Facing Rui Mengmeng's teasing, Tang Hao showed no disrespect whatsoever. After all, this was the woman who had pinned him to the ground and beaten him senseless yesterday.

"The former Twin Stars of the Spirit Master world, willing to be a mere blacksmith? I don't buy that~"

Rui Mengmeng stood beside the bewildered (master actor) Xiao Feng, teasing Tang Hao. Tang Hao just scratched his head and chuckled, "I only want to be a good father now. Those titles from the past are all false. And before you, what am I, really?"

"Pfft~"

Rui Mengmeng suddenly laughed.

"Alright, look at you, all timid. You know, in our God Nine Sect, there are plenty stronger than me. If it weren't for a favor I once did for the sect, the position of the young master's personal guard wouldn't have fallen to me."

With that, ignoring everyone's reactions, Rui Mengmeng sat down at the table, tore off a chicken leg, and started eating. Between bites, she said, "This chicken leg isn't great, but it's passable."

Completely disregarding everyone else's feelings, Rui Mengmeng did as she pleased. At that moment, Tang Hao felt awkward. He had no choice—this cooking skill was the only thing he had to offer. When he left the Clear Sky Sect back then, he had nothing but the spirit bones in his body. He was dirt poor.

Meanwhile, Xiao Feng quietly asked the system, "System, this Rui Mengmeng..."

[She has her own consciousness and personality, but she is absolutely loyal to the host and will execute your commands without question~]

At that, Xiao Feng's eyes lit up. "Really? Any command at all?"

[That's right~~, even the ones you're thinking of~~]

"I'm a proper person, ahem, truly proper."

Though that's what Xiao Feng thought, given the current situation, this was their first meeting. He didn't know Rui Mengmeng yet, and everything needed a process. So, feeling playful, Xiao Feng quietly moved to Tang San's side and said, "Little San, did you hear their conversation?"

Xiao Feng's words snapped Tang San, whose mind had been in a daze, back to reality.

"My... my dad is really a Title Douluo?"

Yesterday, on the way to the Spirit Hall Branch for his spirit awakening, Old Jack had told Tang San some information about the Spirit Master profession. Though he couldn't fully grasp the power differences between spirit master ranks, he understood that Title Douluo were the pinnacle of the profession.

Those at the pinnacle were never simple people. And his drunkard father was actually standing at the peak of the Spirit Master world? And from the silver-haired woman Rui Mengmeng's words, it seemed his father's background was extraordinary?

In response to Tang San's question, Xiao Feng muttered quietly, "Just as I said yesterday, it all makes sense now. Most of the time, our awakened spirits inherit from our parents. Based on the current situation, no doubt about it—your dad really is a Title Douluo!"

After saying that, Xiao Feng continued his act, "I think I understand what's going on. This woman named Rui Mengmeng has been secretly protecting me. You already know I'm from a sect. Yesterday, when I went to your place, your dad did that thing to me, you know what I mean. She must have seen it, and then your dad got beaten up."

Hearing this, Tang San's eyes lit up too. "That's what I was thinking!"

"But it seems Rui Mengmeng is much stronger than your dad? Otherwise, he wouldn't have changed so much."

Tang San felt a bit awkward. Yesterday afternoon, his dad had one attitude toward Xiao Feng, but this morning it was completely different. The contrast made Tang San uncomfortable, but at least everything was moving in a good direction. As for his dad getting beaten, he conveniently forgot about it. (Tang San: Whatever? As long as things get better.)

"Brother Xiao Feng, how strong are my dad and your guard, really?"

Tang San was very curious about the true strength of a Title Douluo. He had only just learned about spirit masters, so he didn't fully grasp the weight of those words.

"Don't ask me, I have no idea how strong they are. But they're both probably pretty formidable, since Title Douluo are the peak of the continent. Still, Rui Mengmeng should be stronger, otherwise your dad wouldn't have those bruises on his face."

Tang San nodded, half-understanding. "It seems my dad has been through a lot. Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent all these years drowning in alcohol. And as a Title Douluo, those matters must have been serious—things even a Title Douluo couldn't solve..."

Then, the two turned their attention to Tang Hao and Rui Mengmeng.

Rui Mengmeng sat at the table, and at her gesture, Tang Hao sat down beside her, obediently pouring her wine.

"Little Hao, I don't want to get involved in your business with Martial Soul Hall, and I'm not interested. As the young master's guard, I have only one duty: to let him experience the life of a mortal without a care. Do you understand what I mean?"

Rui Mengmeng's words carried a deeper meaning. The life of a mortal—what explosive information was that? Did it mean that after the mortal life ended, a divine life would begin?

Tang Hao knew about reaching level 100 and becoming a god. In that moment, his hand pouring the wine stiffened. The weight of this information was too great, and he finally understood why Rui Mengmeng had spoken with such confidence about annihilating Martial Soul Hall in a single night.

This wasn't even a mortal force anymore. Wiping out a mortal force would be child's play! Tang Hao realized he had stumbled upon a super-powerful backer—an incredibly thick one. Suddenly, he shot Tang San a look, roughly meaning: From now on, stick with them. You don't need wealth or status, just live a safe life.

Obviously, Tang San didn't understand. But even though he didn't, that didn't stop him from nodding as if he did. (Tang Hao: That's my boy! No one else has that kind of insight.)

Xiao Feng, standing nearby, was also confused. He asked curiously, "What did your dad's look mean?"

Tang San whispered honestly, "I don't know."

This answer made Xiao Feng's eyes go wide. "You don't know, and you still nodded?"

"Either way, nodding was the right move. The specifics don't matter. As long as it puts my dad at ease, that's enough."

Xiao Feng silently gave him a thumbs-up. "You're something else. Truly your father's good son."

After that, under Xiao Feng's lead, the four of them had a hearty breakfast. However, during the meal, Tang Hao remained exceptionally well-behaved, not daring to get too cocky. Tang San didn't understand the stakes, but he did!

Xiao Feng, meanwhile, kept up his act. The meal passed in a strangely awkward atmosphere.

After breakfast, Tang Hao cleared the table. Finally, with Xiao Feng's "Come again next time," the father and son politely bid farewell to Xiao Feng and Rui Mengmeng.

Once the meal was over, Rui Mengmeng shed her black robe, revealing her proud figure. Her bronze, curvaceous body gave off the sharp, commanding aura of a female military general—the complexion only a warrior could have. And Rui Mengmeng was a general who had fought through countless battles!

She grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, popped the cap open with a single fingernail, and drank heartily. For some reason, Xiao Feng felt there was an indescribable elegance about Rui Mengmeng. Yes, elegance. Despite her bold movements, there was a graceful beauty to them.

"Rui Mengmeng?" Xiao Feng called out tentatively. He knew she was the guard the system had arranged, but he still felt a bit nervous. This was their first meeting, and he was tense. Earlier, with everyone around, he had slipped into his acting mode, so he hadn't felt this way. But now it was different.

"Dear young master, just call me Mengmeng. 'Rui Mengmeng' sounds too formal. Besides, I'm your personal guard~~"

As she spoke, Rui Mengmeng approached Xiao Feng with a teasing smile on her lips. Watching her close in, Xiao Feng panicked.

"You... what are you trying to do?"

"Do it!"

And so, Xiao Feng was put through the wringer by Rui Mengmeng for an entire morning. By the time he collapsed from exhaustion, his eyes were vacant. "I know I'm a fighting idiot, but isn't it a bit much to make me learn killing techniques right off the bat?"

Indeed, that morning, Rui Mengmeng had given Xiao Feng a special combat training session, under the pretext: "It's a waste not to train such a good body!"