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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

n“He looks quite delicate and clean!” said the girl with a chubby face. Thank goodness he’s not a fat otaku, she thought.

nHowever, while he looked delicate, that was pretty much it. You could call him good-looking, but he wasn’t the kind who was heart-stoppingly good-looking.

nHowever, no one could deny that his eyes were exceptionally gorgeous.

nAfter a month of training, Lu Xuan had gained full control over his cultivation. He let not even a smidge of cultivation leak and looked just like any other youth.

nHe was also wearing clothes bought off Taobao, and they looked very cheap!

nHowever, Chubby Face knew that these type of guys were better known as “economical men.” They would probably suit ordinary girls, but they would never be worthy enough for them two.

n“You’re that Lu Xuan?” asked Chubby Face.

n“Mhmm!” Lu Xuan nodded mildly.

nChubby Face planted both hands on her waist and said, “This may sound crude, but let me warn you first. Although I don’t know why Uncle Lu arranged this blind date with you, you better throw any wishful thinkings out the window. Our Yuling has a lot of suitors in school, and they are all sons of wealthy tycoons or high ranking government officials. Ask yourself, can you even compare? So don’t fall in love with Yuling for your own good. Otherwise, you’re the only one who will get hurt!”

n“I’m just here today on orders to be a tour guide. I didn’t think if anything else!” Lu Xuan replied casually, completely unaffected by Chubby Face’s words.

nUpon seeing how indifferent Lu Xuan was, Lu Yuling’s big eyes slightly widened in shock. She, of all, knew just how sharp-tongued her best friend could be, and those hurtful words had chased away many of her suitors.

nGuys with some esteem would almost always turn and leave right away. Even girls found them overboard when they heard them.

nHowever, she was also uninterested in mixing with the commoners. While it may be cruel, that was the reality. Don’t try to squeeze into the circle when you don’t belong!

nLooking at Lu Xuan, he didn’t seem the type without self-esteem, nor did he look like someone feigning that he was alright. One could clearly see that he indeed paid no mind to her best friend’s words.

nIn fact, she even thought that she felt a faint air of transcendence around him.

nA guy like him is a little special, she thought.

nChubby Face was a little taken aback as well. This was the first time that she met someone who was utterly unmoved by her words. However, that was for the better; it would save them the trouble of potential pestering.

nThe other party knows his place. Not too bad, she thought.

n“Are you done? If that’s all, tell me where you’d like to go today!” Lu Xuan enquired calmly. As for those words just now, he didn’t take it to heart at all.

nTo Lu Xuan, the only reason he was here was to deal with his Mom’s constant nagging for him to get a wife. Therefore, who he was meeting did not matter one bit. Even if the other party had been ugly, it wouldn’t have made a difference.

n“I heard that there’s a martial arts competition here in Fu City. We arrived early just so we could catch that martial arts competition!” Lu Yuling told Lu Xuan.

n“Let’s go then!” Lu Xuan replied.

nWhen they found out that Lu Xuan did not even buy a car, Lu Xuan could feel the increase in disdain from Chubby Face.

nHowever, he remained unaffected and calm. He was not at all embarrassed that he didn’t have a car. Many did not own a car, and if they did, it was nothing to brag about.

nIf he had wanted a car, he would have no shortage of people lining up, fighting to gift him one.

nAlong the way, Lu Xuan found out that apart from his blind date Lu Yuling, there was also Lu Yuling’s best friend who tagged along. Her name was Guo Yuanyuan.

nThroughout the journey, they reached a silent agreement not to mention anything about the blind date!

nThat martial arts competition was held in one small village of the Fu City suburbs. Martial arts fanatics from the city or even the province made their way over, which made the entire town seem lively and bustling with activity.

nLu Xuan walked as he skimmed the venue. It was a little different from the underground fighting circles from what he imagined. Actually, it looked quite official, as the local government seemed to use it as a method to boost tourism.

nEverywhere you went, you could see volunteers and waiters showing the visitors the directions.

nThe organizers littered battle rings in different areas within the village. One could see people fighting atop the battle rings from time to time.

nLu Xuan took a few glances and noticed that they were mostly ordinary people. Most were just getting started with cultivation, and be at most level one or even less. Some went up the stage just because they had some muscles and had trained for some days in Sanda, also known as Chinese kickboxing.

nOn the other hand, Lu Yuling and Guo Yuanyuan were cheering and laughing, having the time of their lives.

nHowever, just as Lu Xuan was bored beyond measure, he saw a fat silhouette from afar.

nWasn’t that the square-faced fatso?

nWhile he still hadn’t got his name, he wouldn’t mistake him.

n“I just saw a friend. I’ll be excusing myself!” Lu Xuan said directly.

nThose two girls couldn’t care less about Lu Xuan and waved for him to leave.

nLu Xuan walked up to the square-faced fatso from behind. He didn’t realize his presence at all and was still talking agitatedly to his cellphone.

n“You must be on 120% alert! Nothing must go wrong!”

n“Why are you here?” Lu Xuan tapped on the square-faced fatso’s shoulder.

nThe square-faced fatso jumped in shock. With his cultivation, how could there be anyone who could sneak up on him without his knowing?

nAlthough his panic quickly disappeared when he saw who it was. In front of that monster, anything was reasonable.

n“Mr. Lu!” The square-faced fatso quickly hung up and made a slightly solemn but respectful expression.

n“Why are you here, Mr. Lu?”

nLu Xuan didn’t say much. “I’m here with my friends. What’s so interesting about this martial arts competition that even you, a powerhouse of the Agency of Special Affairs, would come down personally?”

nThe square-faced fatso quickly replied smilingly, “Who would dare call themselves a powerhouse when there’s you? You’re a local too, right, Mr. Lu? Haven’t you heard of the martial arts competition?”

nLu Xuan shook his head. Be it in his past life or present, this was the first time he heard about this thing called a martial arts competition.

nThe square-faced fatso saw that Lu Xuan seemed not to know and immediately explained, “The martial arts competition has been going on for a few years now. At first, it was just a mini-competition organized by kickboxing fanatics. It didn’t have that much influence back then. However, some experts began to emerge from the battle rings, disciples of various sects also began to participate in the competition. By then, the competition had attracted the eyes of many wealthy tycoons!

n“I think you know that the richer a man is, the more afraid he is of death. Those wealthy tycoons often visit the competition to choose their bodyguards. And that attracted even more cultivators to participate!” The square-faced fatso gave a brief explanation.

nLu Xuan nodded. Everything made sense after the explanation. No wonder a competition that was so similar to underground fighting would attract this big a crowd.

nAs the saying went, the man who learned to fight and write sold his talent to the royal court. While the royal court no longer existed, in their stead, there were the tycoons and the ultra-rich.

nWhile these warriors may be physically strong, those hugely influential masters with disciples in both the police and the triads were far and few between, like existences at the top of the pyramid.

nMost of the warriors were struggling to get by, and practicing martial arts wasn’t exactly a cheap affair either. What choice did they have apart from going to these tycoons?

nAll in all, it was just an equivalent exchange.

n“Even so, surely there’s no need for someone of your status—the Assistant Chief of the Agency of Special Affairs, to come down personally?”

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