Chapter 18

The white clothes were gently blown by the breeze, and the entire person was filled with a fairy-like aura. If it were in ancient times, this person would definitely be an unparalleled master. However, it is now the 21st century, and people these days use guns, like the one held by Liusha and his group. But this person held a sword.

A silver-white scabbard, intricately carved with a dragon, and a blue hilt. Even though the sword was still in its sheath, it exuded a formidable aura.

"Yuanhong, the famous sword Yuanhong." The leader of the gray-clothed men spoke with a trembling voice. If he weren't wearing a mask, one could see the shock on his face.

"Yin, the greatest swordsman in the world." The gray-clothed man's voice stopped, and everything became quiet.

The scene was abnormally silent, with no one speaking. Xia Tian looked at the gray-clothed man in confusion, wondering why he had stopped mid-sentence. Even the other gray-clothed man standing beside him remained motionless.

Puff!!!

Blood gushed from the throats of the two gray-clothed men, and their bodies fell to the cold ground. The remaining gray-clothed man trembled as he looked at the fallen bodies.

"Take them away." The white-clothed person said indifferently.

The gray-clothed man hurriedly picked up the bodies of his two companions and fled, not daring to linger for a moment. This place was like the gates of hell to him; if the white-clothed person changed his mind, he would surely die.

Even the leader had died at the hands of this person, and he didn't believe he could survive.

Everything happened too quickly, and Xia Tian didn't understand what had happened. The white-clothed person had acted so swiftly that he couldn't even see what had been done.

"When did he make his move?" Xia Tian looked at the white-clothed person in fear. Although the white-clothed person had saved him, he knew that if the other person wanted him dead, he would end up like the gray-clothed men.

"Are you Xia Tian?" The white-clothed person's gaze fell on Xia Tian.

"Yes, I am Xia Tian." Xia Tian looked at the white-clothed person without flinching.

"You look a lot like him, and you have the same courage." The white-clothed person nodded in satisfaction.

"Do you know my father?" Xia Tian knew the person the white-clothed person was referring to was his father, whose appearance was very similar to his. He had noticed this long ago.

"Pinch the largest gem in the middle of the necklace around your neck." The white-clothed person's gaze fell on the necklace around Xia Tian's neck.

Hearing this, Xia Tian looked at the white-clothed person with caution, gripping the necklace tightly. The necklace was left to him by his mother, and he couldn't bear to destroy it.

"Don't worry, that gem was added by your father later." The white-clothed person saw through Xia Tian's thoughts.

Xia Tian's brows furrowed. He had previously felt that the gem was strange, different from the others. He had thought it was just for decoration and hadn't studied it further.

Now, hearing the white-clothed person's words, he nodded and pinched the gem with force. To his surprise, it shattered easily, not as hard as he had imagined.

After the gem shattered, a small wooden slip, about half the size of a finger, appeared inside.

Seeing the wooden slip, Xia Tian understood. This was the thing Liusha wanted, but why did his father hide it here?

"Your father wanted you to keep it safe and live a normal life. He knew you would take good care of the necklace, so he hid the item inside it." The white-clothed person explained calmly.

"Tian'er, if one day you encounter a crisis you can't resolve or are seriously injured, wear it. This is what your mother left for you."

These were the words his father had said when he gave him the necklace. Previously, when he was injured, he thought his father was telling him the necklace could heal him. Now, he realized the other meaning was this wooden slip.

"What kind of person was my father?" Xia Tian had always wanted to ask this question but never had the chance. Apart from his aunt, no one knew his father, and his aunt never mentioned anything about his parents.

"He wanted you to live a peaceful and normal life, so I can only tell you that he was a great person." The white-clothed person's gaze remained on Xia Tian.

"Do you think I can still live a normal life? My world has changed completely." Since the accident, Xia Tian felt like he had entered a new world. Before, he could only see the most ordinary side of life, working part-time and studying. But after the accident, his life had completely changed.

"I know, and that's why I'm here." The white-clothed person took a step toward Xia Tian. "Be my disciple."

"You want me to be your disciple?" Xia Tian looked at the white-clothed person in surprise. He could tell that the white-clothed person was a true master, far surpassing the old Fan, Ah San, and the three Liusha members he had encountered.

Moreover, he had a connection to his father. If he wanted to know why his father died, he had to learn from the white-clothed person.

"Xia Tian pays respects to his master." Xia Tian knelt on one knee.

"Good. I know there are only six days left until the college entrance exam, which was your father's wish. So, you only need to come to me after school each day. How much you learn in six days depends on your insight." The white-clothed person turned and left.

Only after he disappeared from Xia Tian's sight did Xia Tian stand up. Zeng Rou quickly helped him up.

"Are you okay?" Zeng Rou didn't ask who those people were; she only cared about Xia Tian's safety.

"I'm fine. Let's leave here first." Xia Tian still had to go to school. The college entrance exam was approaching, and he didn't want any last-minute issues. He had just taken a practice exam and wanted to know his score.

"I'll call a car." Zeng Rou opened her phone, which had over a hundred missed calls. She ignored them and called the driver.

Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at Xia Tian's home. Xia Tian picked up Zeng Rou's daughter and got into the car.

The car was very quiet. Zeng Rou didn't know what to say, and Xia Tian didn't speak either. He watched Zeng Rou's daughter sleep peacefully in his arms, trying to avoid any movement that might wake her.

"Her name is Tian Tian." Zeng Rou finally gathered the courage to speak.

"Tian Tian? We really have a connection. I'm called Xia Tian, and she's called Tian Tian." Xia Tian smiled; he and little Tian Tian indeed had a connection.

"Yes, you've saved her twice." Zeng Rou said softly. "I'll come to pick you up tonight."

"No need, I can go by myself. He doesn't like crowds." Xia Tian was referring to the white-clothed person.

"Alright, I'll celebrate your success after the exam." Zeng Rou knew Xia Tian would learn martial arts from the white-clothed person for the next few days, so she would celebrate after the exam. "And thank you for saving us."

Seeing Zeng Rou's gentle eyes, Xia Tian couldn't refuse. "Alright."

Zeng Rou handed Xia Tian a business card. Xia Tian didn't worry about how to deal with the police; he knew Zeng Rou would handle it. These weren't big issues for her.

Xia Tian didn't let the car stop at the school gate; he didn't want others to see him arrive in such a luxurious car.

The car stopped on a street behind the school, and Xia Tian walked to the school. When he arrived, he noticed that people around him were looking at him strangely and whispering.

"That's Xia Tian. Have you heard? He molested the school's top female tyrant, Fire Pepper."

"How could I not have heard? He also beat up the four major henchmen of Xu Shaocong."

"I heard Xu Shaocong was hospitalized yesterday afternoon, and it seems to be related to him."

People avoided him as if he were a plague, clearly afraid of Xia Tian. Previously, although Xia Tian's studies were excellent, few people in the school knew him.

But now, almost everyone in Jianghai High School knew him, from freshmen to seniors, all discussing Xia Tian's actions.

The most famous people in Jianghai High School were Fire Pepper and Xu Shaocong, but Xia Tian had offended both in one day. He first beat up the four major henchmen of Xu Shaocong and then molested Fire Pepper.

Xia Tian ignored the whispers and went to his class. Today, the class was full. When Fire Pepper saw Xia Tian, she excitedly ran over. "Master, you're here so early."

Everyone in the class looked at Xia Tian, wondering when he had become Fire Pepper's master.

"Don't call me that. I'm not your master." Xia Tian frowned, glancing at Wen Ya, who didn't look well, but he didn't say anything.

Xu Shaocong's condition wasn't easy to treat. He had learned various skills from his father, including acupuncture.

The class bell rang, and the homeroom teacher entered, followed by the principal and three formally dressed teachers, whom Xia Tian had never seen before.

They were all around forty to fifty years old, wearing glasses, and sat in the last row of the class.

Fire Pepper didn't skip class but lay down in the last row, showing no respect to the principal. The three teachers glared at Fire Pepper, clearly displeased with her behavior, but they didn't say anything.

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