The Crazy Son-In-Law

Xiao Shun alone was clearly not enough for this matter, he needed help, and many things needed to be brought over to prepare for long-term combat, such as the two Spirit Stones, Dark Roses, refining furnace, etc.

He could only wait until Song Linger and Duan Jia were settled, and then have them bring these things over when they came over.

The three set off when it was already afternoon, and it would take about four or five hours to drive from Stillwater to Harrow smoothly.

Near dusk, they stopped at a service area about fifty or sixty kilometers from Harrow, got out of the car and stretched a little.

Just as he got out of the car, Xiao Shun sensed something wrong.

Usually in crowded cities, he could occasionally sense one or two cultivators, but today in this service area alone he could sense six or seven, and he couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

“You two wait for me for a while, I’m going to the restroom.”

After leaving these words for Yao Cen and the two, Xiao Shun headed towards the restroom in the service area.

Adjacent to the restroom was a supermarket, as well as a restaurant, which were connected.

Xiao Shun could sense that some cultivators were there in the supermarket, so he did not go to the restroom, but walked directly into the restaurant. There were a few scattered customers sitting at the tables in the restaurant.

Here was not too far from Harrow, so passengers going to Harrow would probably not dine here, just take a break.

Unless they were long-distance truck drivers who did not intend to enter the city but go directly elsewhere, they might eat something hot here before driving all night.

Xiao Shun immediately noticed three people, a man and two women, sitting at one table, talking and laughing quietly. The three were dressed brightly. The young man was handsome, and the two girls were also very beautiful.

Modern cultivators are usually no different from ordinary people, completely integrated into modern social life. It is difficult to detect them unless you are also a cultivator.

Xiao Shun walked to the supermarket shelves, grabbed a bottle of water and a loaf of bread, paid at the checkout, and then sat down near them.

“Wen Yao is just too nosy. Even going to the bathroom takes more than ten minutes. She’s so annoying. I shouldn’t have come with her,” one of the girls with pink hair complained in a somewhat unconventional manner.

“Alright, stop complaining. They asked us to take her out to broaden her horizons. The girl is also pitiful. She probably hasn’t left home for two or three years. Let’s just treat it as charity,” said the girl sitting opposite her with a faint smile. She was wearing a striped dress and a pair of silver earrings, lightly made up, quite charming.

“But I feel so lame standing next to her…” the pink-haired girl pouted and murmured, then turned her eyes to the handsome young man.

“Wenxuan, who do you favor the most for this Hero Cup?”

“Me?” The handsome young man shook his head. “I don’t know who from the Old School Society will participate yet, so I can’t say.”

“If Gu Baiyi participates, of course I would favor Gu Baiyi. It is said that he is an Anterior cultivator now. Looking at the entire cultivator world of the younger generation, who can still fight him?” the girl with silver earrings said decisively.

“With Gu Baiyi’s current status, he may not participate. He no longer needs to prove his strength through a fighting tournament,” the handsome young man said with a smile.

“It would be a pity if we don’t get to see Gu Baiyi in action this time,” the girl with silver earrings said gloomily. “He is my idol.”

“Isn’t your idol Wenxuan? When did you change to Gu Baiyi?” the pink haired girl teased.

“It’s different. Wenxuan has his merits, while Gu Baiyi is on another level of idol, admirable but out of reach.”

“So he’s your male god.”

“Yes, yes, yes, the term male god fits very well.” The girl with silver earrings agreed.

The one called Wenxuan didn’t seem to mind either, just smiled humbly, “Compared to Gu Baiyi, I really can’t compare. He now has a status in the Old School Society that people like us can’t compare to. He is the successor of the future leader of the Southeast Old School Society, a regional warlord.”

At this moment, the girl with silver earrings glanced at the restaurant door, “Wen Yao is back.”

From afar, you could see a fat girl wearing a black knee-length skirt, shuffling her two thick legs, with all the fat on her body shaking as she walked. She had a round, chubby, shiny red face, and was sweating profusely as she hurried towards the three.

“Sorry to keep you waiting for so long.” The fat girl said apologetically.

“It’s okay, do you want to rest for a while?” The handsome young man asked with a smile, seeing her covered in sweat.

“No need, no need, we can set off now.” The fat girl waved her hand again and again, panting repeatedly.

“Okay then, let’s go. We’ll eat dinner after we arrive in Harrow. I know a very good Western restaurant.” The handsome young man said.

“Then Wenxuan, you’re treating.”

“No problem.”

As they spoke, the three were ready to leave the restaurant.

“Excuse me for interrupting, I overheard your conversation just now. May I ask what is this Hero Cup you mentioned?” At this time, Xiao Shun hurried to catch up and asked.

When he was the branch head of the Old School Society, he didn’t care about things in the Old School Society at all, so he didn’t even know about the Hero Cup, the triennial martial arts event.

What he was even more unaware of was that it was because of this fighting tournament that he became a victim.

The girl with silver earrings looked up and down at Xiao Shun, and asked mockingly, “Are you a cultivator too?”

“Uh… I guess so.” Xiao Shun said with a smile.

“A cultivator who doesn’t even know about the Hero Cup, how did you get by?” The girl named Yanzi said with a sneer.

“He must have just came out from some ravine, thinking he is a cultivator because he knows some martial arts.”

“Let’s go, let’s go, why waste time with this kind of person?” The girl with silver earrings said contemptuously.

The four ignored Xiao Shun and headed straight outside.

Damn, I just asked a question. If you want to answer then do so, if not then forget it, why look down on people? Xiao Shun thought.

But he didn’t dwell on it either. Yao Cen and Zhu Que were still waiting in the car for him. He picked up the unfinished half bottle of water and walked out of the restaurant.

“Young man, wait.”

Just as he walked out of the restaurant, a harsh, grating sound like metal friction came from behind.

Xiao Shun stopped and looked back to see a skinny little man with a baseball cap, dark complexion, and monkey cheeks chasing out.

Xiao Shun could sense that he was also a cultivator, but he was so insignificant that Xiao Shun had focused his attention on the two men and one woman in the restaurant earlier.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

It had to be said that even Xiao Shun could not escape the subconscious behavior of judging people by their appearance, like most people.

“What’s the matter?” Xiao Shun asked.