M1/C7 Unexpected offert

Clang thumps hargg…

It all happened in less than a second, like a flash of light. Brother Tao was lying down, curled up on himself, holding his stomach, the complete opposite of his arrogant appearance. The crowd, still stunned by this sudden event, looked at the new person present.

The young boy lying on the ground was also looking in that direction, frozen and unable to take his eyes off this solitary figure.

The stranger was a man with long black hair tied carelessly in a low ponytail, with a few strands falling over his delicate face, detached from any kind of emotion.

He was dressed in a simple white shirt and blue jeans that highlighted his figure.

He held in his hand, or more precisely between his two fingers, a small knife. It was the knife that had threatened to stab him less than a second ago, and it still shone with a faint light that reflected.

Before he could even figure out exactly who the figure was, an unpleasant voice mixed with pain was heard.

"You, argh, ah, ah, h-how dare you hit me like that? Y-you're going to regret it; you know who you're dealing with. I'm going to stab you and beat you up until... ugh!"

Before he could even finish his threat, he was stomped in the face by a fist and sent flying a few kilometers away from the courtyard.

A weak but sensual voice was heard a few seconds later, betraying a slight annoyance.

"Noisy," he said with a frown.

He turned his field of vision slightly towards the group of remaining thugs. As soon as his gaze fell on the group, a fine goosebump ran through each of the people present. Faced with this empty and frightening gaze that was reminiscent of a violent blizzard, none of the thugs dared to make a sound.

Those who met his gaze looked away and then noticed the many tuxedo-clad bodyguards and three elegant black cars.

Gradually understanding that the person in front of them, dressed seemingly simply, was actually someone they couldn't offend,

Several of them began to panic slightly. While trying to get out of this situation, they didn't forget to pick up their 'brother' still sitting on the ground to help him.

- I'm sorry for this misunderstanding, sir. Our brother is sometimes confused and doesn't know what he's saying; please forgive him.

Others followed suit.

- Indeed, sir, please forgive him; he wasn't serious. We're just going to take him back to see a doctor so he can have his consultation.

- Yes, yes, sir, it's all just a misunderstanding.

The 'Brother Tao,' who was unknowingly labeled as 'mentally ill,' was forcibly carried away by his friends for a consultation against his will.

After the troublemaker left somewhat hastily, one of the people in a black tuxedo slowly approached Luanxuan, handing him a clean handkerchief.

"Here, sir, and next time, please don't take care of this kind of task and let us do the rest."

As he took the white handkerchief to wipe his hands, he gave a 'hmm' sound in agreement.

In fact, he too would prefer to let them take care of it, but when he saw those people beating and insulting the unfortunate man, coupled with his frail and small appearance, his body reacted without him knowing it.

Feeling a slight pain in his back, he also noticed a little bit of the current state of his body. In the future, he would have to be careful and not get involved in battles. Despite cultivating for several hours with the assistance of many elixirs and pills, his injuries had only healed slightly.

Sighing inwardly about this mission constraint, he raised his gaze to the villain.

The villain, or rather Xie Ren, was half-slumped on the ground, keeping his head down, but Luanxuan could see his deep gaze fixed on him.

His dirty clothes, which obviously did not fit his size, further highlighted his thin and malnourished figure.

Through these thin layers of clothing, one could see slight cuts and bruises of various colored depths.

Anyone who looked at him would immediately notice what fate he was suffering in this place.

Frowning, he slowly walked towards the boy and put his right leg on the ground while ignoring the gazes that fell on him from his bodyguards. Ignoring his unusual behavior, he continued.

"You're weak."

The boy froze.

Silence…

"And you're really sure that's what's needed at this kind of moment."

"Luanxuan frowned and replied,

"Why? I'm just telling the truth."

Yue felt helpless in the face of this honesty and tried to fix the situation.

"Host, at this kind of moment, a child who has been bullied will most want to be comforted. If you say that kind of thing to him, it will hurt him even more." I advise you not to say such things and to show a little concern and gentleness to make him lower his guard."

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Yue knew that his host's way of thinking could only make him sigh.

As his system suspected, Luanxuan had half understood the explanations and was only concentrating on examining the injuries. Without even looking away, he gave the order.

"Bring the things to the car and find me a first aid kit, then leave us alone."

"Yes, sir!"

Now left alone, he stood up, then, putting one hand under the little one and the other in the hollow of his knees, he picked the boy up in a princess-like carry.

"Oh my!"

Ignoring the youngster's debate, he stepped forward and placed him on the small stairs at the entrance of the building.

The bodyguard was quick to return with a first aid kit and a black bag. Putting down the contents, he withdrew to give them some privacy.

Not caring about the youth's scrutinizing gaze, he opened the box to take out some cotton and medicine to treat his injuries.

This silence was broken by the youth's speech. His voice, weak but young, contained a certain strength that challenged Luanxuan.

"Thank you, sir, for helping me, but I can take care of the rest from now on. I will definitely repay this favor in the future."

Not looking away from his injuries, Luanxuan said,

"You don't need to repay me; I didn't do this for that. I also had my own reasons for acting.

I can already see from your bone structure that you are training in martial arts. But without the right foundation of learning and guidance, it would take you a long time to arrive on the right path."

Faced with these words, Xie Ren lowered his head deeply in thought. Unperturbed, Luanxuan continued.

The road to cultivation is strewn with many paths. There are many forms of cultivation in this world, whether it is for cultivators of the righteous path or those of the devil.

However, the common thread between all these cultivators is that they all start from the same foundation.

Luanxuan paused, then continued:

"It is after building this foundation that a person can choose their destiny. In your case, I can see that the beginning of your constitution is rather well-built, but there are still some points that you can improve."

Xie Ren listened carefully to all these words and tried to absorb them while Luanxuan continued his story.

Today, the main reason for my visit is to find good seedlings to teach.

Xie Ren suddenly raised his head upon hearing these words. In his eyes, a small spark ignited but was swallowed by darkness. He himself knew that there was little chance of this happening to him. He was just a weak and dirty orphan. No one would want to help him, let alone teach him.

While sinking into this self-depression, he heard these following words:

"So, you would like to be my disciple?"