Gu Tielang was thirty-five years old.
At the age of four, his parents were killed by villains.
At the age of thirteen, he took his revenge, killing his enemies.
Afterward, due to a combination of luck and strength, he evaded pursuit and fled to the borderlands, joining a rcenary Corps at fifteen and beginning his life of slaughter.
It has been exactly twenty years to this day.
In those twenty years, he has wandered all over, his hands stained with blood, creating a formidable reputation in the borderlands.
But he deeply knew that in this world, there were two kinds of people that you shouldn’t provoke.
One, the Huaxia special forces.
The other, even more fearso than the Huaxia special forces.
Cultivators!
The mont that surge of heat entered his body, he knew that the teenager before him wasn’t using poison.
It was Primordial Qi!
His knowledge of Primordial Qi was limited, but at the mont he felt it, he was certain.
This young man was a Cultivator!
Without reason, he shuddered.
To have offended a Cultivator yet still be alive and kneeling on the ground.
This was definitely a miracle.
At the sa ti, this miracle presented an opportunity for Gu Tielang!
To beco the slave of a Cultivator was worth it!
What’s being a slave, even if it ans being a dog to a Cultivator, countless people would vie for such a position, scrambling head over heels.
Imdiately, he stood up and chased after the figure of Lin Hao, running out.
Yao ngchen’s beautiful eyes shifted as she waved her hand. From within the bar, a man approached her: "Miss."
"Leave the matter here to you, I trust you can handle it well," Yao ngchen said indifferently.
"Don’t worry, today’s events won’t escalate further," the man nodded.
Yao ngchen didn’t say much more, moving her slender, straight legs, she followed Lin Hao’s steps, leaving the bar and chasing after him.
Not long after they left, several police cars stopped in front of the bar.
However, after a brief conversation with a man, the police cars left.
Those taken away included Zhang Tiansheng, as well as everyone who had witnessed the scene.
...
On the streets, Lin Hao strolled leisurely, his gaze casually sweeping every corner of the city.
Returning after a thousand years, he still held so sentint for this city.
Gu Tielang followed behind him without speaking, already seemingly accustod to the role of a slave, daring not to harbor any thought of rebellion.
"Lin Hao, stop right there!" Yao ngchen quickened her pace to catch up, calling from behind.
Lin Hao stopped and turned around: "Is there sothing you need?"
"Have you thought about the consequences of causing such a big scene today?" Yao ngchen imdiately questioned upon seeing Lin Hao.
"I haven’t thought about it." Indeed, he had not thought about it, nor was it necessary to do so, Lin Hao said, "Anything else?"
"Bastard." Seeing Lin Hao’s face made Yao ngchen so angry that her delicate body shook uncontrollably, drawing attention.
Lin Hao’s gaze also lingered on her.
Yao ngchen’s cheeks flushed slightly as she adjusted her collar: "Lin Hao, I want to ask you a question.
"Ask," Lin Hao said, without stopping, and continued walking.
Yao ngchen followed and hesitated briefly while glancing at Gu Tielang, then asked, "How did you... make him beco your slave..."
Asking this in front of Gu Tielang, she felt sowhat embarrassed, repeatedly glancing at Gu Tielang’s expressions while speaking.
However, she found that Gu Tielang had hardly any expression at all, as if the word ’slave’ seed perfectly natural when referring to him!
Yao ngchen was even more shocked.
Lin Hao, an eighteen-year-old student, how in the world did he achieve this?!
She looked forward to Lin Hao with anticipation, waiting for his reply.
"This is a good question," Lin Hao said as he stroked his chin. After a long while, a smile started to play on his lips, "Perhaps, it’s because I am too handso, and they’re dazzled by my good looks."
"Yep, it must be so. My handsoness is envied by gods and n alike."
"Ah, heavens, earth, why do I have to be so good-looking?"
Lin Hao sighed while walking towards his ho, his face filled with the lancholy of ’why am I so handso?’
"Lin Hao, you jerk!" Yao ngchen stomped her foot in anger, her face turning alternately green and pale.
It was the first ti she had ever been so made so angry by a man.
Standing still, she didn’t follow him but instead turned to Gu Tielang: "What you did today has crossed a line, and now I’m asking you, how exactly did he do it? If you don’t tell the truth, you might lose your freedom."
"I think you understand what I’m saying."
Gu Tielang was caught off guard by the question coming to him; his gaze was complex, he pondered for a short while before speaking up:
"My master is too handso. The mont I saw him, I was captivated by his handso appearance and couldn’t help but want to submit to him, to kneel before him, to be his slave for all eternity."
He paused then emphasized, "My master is damn handso!"
Yao ngchen stood frozen in place, with a look of utter disbelief on her face. Gu Tielang had pondered for so long only to give her this kind of answer.
She found it hard to accept.
Unfortunately, by the ti she snapped out of it, Gu Tielang had already caught up to Lin Hao.
The two figures, one following the other, disappeared at the end of the street.
"Lin Hao, you wait for , one day you’ll fall into my hands!" Yao ngchen stomped her foot in anger again and turned to leave in another direction.
"Huh, won." Lin Hao’s lips curled slightly; he had of course heard Yao ngchen’s words, but who would fall into whose hands was still uncertain.
Suddenly, he turned to Gu Tielang: "You did well just now."
"Thank you for your praise, master," Gu Tielang said sincerely.
"But..." Lin Hao frowned slightly, "haven’t you read much? Next ti you complint , please use more splendid vocabulary and grace, like ’heroic’, ’charming and elegant’..."
"Don’t just use ’damn handso’; it lowers my class."
"Yes, master, I will definitely study harder and learn more praiseworthy words," Gu Tielang said earnestly.
"Alright, go back now. Wait for at Binhai High School in two days. I’ll help you beco a Cultivator," Lin Hao nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and strolled away leisurely.
Under the streetlight, Gu Tielang was stunned.
He was going to help him beco a Cultivator!
"Slap!"
He slapped himself, the happiness was so sudden, he thought he was dreaming.
Only when the searing pain spread across his face did he realize that this wasn’t a dream; it was real!
Thud!
Once again, he knelt in the direction of Lin Hao’s retreating back.
Thud!
Thud, thud!
Not only did he kneel, but he also kowtowed three tis in a row, blood oozing from his forehead, yet he seed not to feel it at all: "Thank you, thank you, master. Gu Tielang in this life, I shall never let you down!"
Gu Tielang cried, tears brimming in his eyes.
His body trembled with excitent:
"Brothers, do you see? Do you hear? I am about to beco a Cultivator, your vengeance has a chance to be fulfilled, I will surely use those people’s blood to morialize your souls!"
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