"Michelle, you should go back now. I have things to do," Shen Lang said to Michelle.
"Boss, don't you want me to keep you company?" Michelle asked dejectedly.
Shen Lang nodded without answering her. He then led Dongxue toward the school gate.
Ten minutes later, at a coffee shop called Yujian across from the USTC gate, Shen Lang waited for the person he was looking for.
Five minutes ago, Meng Xiaobai was playing basketball with his classmates when he suddenly received a mysterious phone call.
The person on the phone said he could resolve his current predicament and help him embark on the path of cultivation.
Skeptical, he followed the man's directions and arrived at the coffee shop.
As soon as Meng Xiaobai entered, her aristocratic air immediately caught Shen Lang's attention.
That kind of temperament is not about appearance or clothing, but an innate aristocratic temperament that has been passed down for more than two thousand years.
Shen Lang stood up and waved to Meng Xiaobai.
Meng Xiaobai glanced at Shen Lang, then quickly searched his memories, but couldn't find any trace of Shen Lang.
Walking up to Shen Lang, Meng Xiaobai asked, "So you're the one who came to see me?"
As soon as Meng Xiaobai said this, the aura of Dongxue standing behind Shen Lang instantly turned cold.
The ancient martial arts aura of a late-stage Earth Rank expert rushed towards Meng Xiaobai.
Even Meng Xiaobai, who was used to seeing Heaven-rank martial artists at home, was unable to withstand the attack from Dong Xue, a Earth-rank expert, and his body swayed several times.
He could even sense a faint killing intent emanating from the scent of winter snow.
"Who are you?" Meng Xiaobai looked at Dongxue with particular wariness.
Dongxue spoke in an icy tone: "How dare you! You don't even bow to my young master?"
Shen Lang stirred the milk he had just added to the cup with a spoon, looking at Meng Xiaobai with a smile.
At this moment, an elderly man dressed in a Zhongshan suit quickly appeared behind Meng Xiaobai. An aura of a Heaven-rank expert emanated from him, relieving the pressure on Meng Xiaobai.
"Young lady, you are already a peak late-stage Earth Rank expert at such a young age. Aren't you afraid of losing face as an ancient martial artist by attacking an ordinary person?" The old man stood behind Meng Xiaobai and spoke in a cold tone, his eyes full of vigilance.
Even if he were a Heaven-rank expert, he would not dare to be the slightest bit negligent towards a young ancient martial artist who had reached the peak of the Earth Rank in his early twenties.
A peak Earth Rank ancient martial artist doesn't represent much, but a master who can achieve this level of skill before the age of thirty definitely represents a force no less powerful than the Meng family.
He didn't dare to act rashly.
What he feared even more was Shen Lang, who remained seated with a beaming smile.
This person may seem like an ordinary mortal, but she can make a young Earth-rank expert willingly serve as her maid. Her identity must be terrifying.
"Heh, just an old codger half-buried in the ground, what right does he have to lecture me? I'm a mid-stage Heaven Rank cultivator, it's not like I haven't killed before," Dongxue said with a face full of disdain.
Having served as Yu Xian'er's bodyguard for over twenty years, she had seen no fewer than a dozen Heavenly Rank experts. She had also encountered more than one or two Heavenly Rank ancient martial artists who had been ambushed and killed by the Four Seasons Sisters.
Upon hearing this, the old man's expression changed drastically, and he was about to lash out when...
Shen Lang suddenly spoke up: "Xiao Xue, how can you speak to a senior like that? Quickly apologize to the senior."
"Yes, young master," Dongxue replied respectfully.
He then looked at Shen Lang and coldly uttered two words: "Sorry."
The old man looked at Shen Lang and asked, "May I ask who you are, young master? And what business do you have with my young master Meng?"
Now that he's here, there's no longer any need for him to hide his and Meng Xiaobai's identities.
The other party was clearly well-prepared and must know a great deal about Meng Xiaobai's background.
Shen Lang took a sip of coffee and said, "Xiao Xue, please invite the senior to sit upstairs. I have some things to discuss with Young Master Meng."
"Yes, young master," Dongxue replied respectfully.
He then walked up to the old man and said, "Come with me."
The old man shook his head, looked at Shen Lang and said, "My duty is to protect the young master."
Suddenly, a water jet appeared at the old man's throat.
Then a beautiful figure appeared outside the coffee shop. Shuang'er, wearing a tank top, shorts, and a high ponytail, walked in.
Shuang'er slowly walked up to the old man and said with a smile, "My young master and Young Master Meng have important matters to discuss. Please, Elder Meng Hu, come forward."
"The Profound Origin Water Control Technique?" The old man was greatly shocked. He stared at Shuang'er without daring to move and said coldly, "Who exactly are you? My Meng family has always lived in seclusion and has never fought with any other forces. Why are you pressing me so hard?"
Shen Lang wiped his mouth with a tissue, stood up, and said, "Old sir, please rest assured, your son and I are just ordinary people. You can see that I have no cultivation. So there's no need to worry that I will do anything to Young Master Meng."
The old man looked at Shen Lang suspiciously and found that he indeed had no cultivation at all.
Relieved, he said, "Alright, but if anything happens to my young master, the Meng family will fight you to the death with the full strength of the clan."
"Speak," Meng Hu said, taking a step back and turning to leave the coffee shop.
Dongxue followed closely behind and went out.
Shen Lang believed Meng Hu's words without a doubt. Although Meng Fang, the head of the Meng family, disliked his youngest son for not being able to cultivate, his love for him was undeniable. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent a Heaven-rank expert to protect Meng Xiaobai.
It's important to understand that Heavenly Realm experts are not as common as cabbages; even a family with a two-thousand-year-old lineage cannot easily cultivate one.
Then Shen Lang looked at Shuang'er and asked, "Your little stinky feet run pretty fast?"
Shuang'er wrinkled her delicate nose and said, "My feet don't smell."
She then ran to the seat next to Shen Lang and sat down.
Shen Lang didn't joke with Shuang'er. He said to Meng Xiaobai, who was standing still, "Young Master Meng, please sit down."
Meng Xiaobai frowned, sat down opposite Shen Lang, and asked, "Who exactly are you?"
Shen Lang smiled and said, "I am the kind of person who can help you out of your predicament."
"I know what you want, and I happen to be able to give it to you."
Meng Xiaobai looked at him warily and asked, "Do you know what I want?"
Shen Lang placed his hands behind his head, leaned back in his chair, and slowly said, "The young master of the Meng family was born with blocked meridians, making him unsuitable for martial arts and unable to gain his father's approval. So what you want is to embark on the path of martial arts, am I right?"
Upon hearing this, Meng Xiaobai clenched her fists tightly, staring intently at Shen Lang: "Who exactly are you?"
Only the Meng family knew that Meng Xiaobai was incapable of martial arts. Furthermore, the Meng family rarely interacted with ancient martial arts practitioners, so the outside world only knew that the Meng family patriarch, Meng Fang, had three sons, but was unaware that the youngest son was a useless person who could not practice martial arts.
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