After the True Heiress Travels Back
Chapter 135: The Style of a Superior Person

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: The Style of a Superior Person

Shen Antai confirmed that his young grandson was not around and felt it was a pity.

Nevertheless, he persisted in recommending his grandson to Shi Yaoguang, which really left Shi Yaoguang not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

After witnessing a farcical scene at the Shen Family, Shi Yaoguang went with Shen Antai to the headquarters of the Metaphysics Organization.

The misunderstanding that had happened at the Shen Family was also due to what Shen Jizhi had heard from the people of the Metaphysics Organization.

The moment the elder heard this, he couldn’t sit still.

With bold and spirited strides, he went to the association, determined to clear up the identity of the rumor-monger.

Unexpectedly, the scene at the Metaphysics Organization’s headquarters was also rather bleak.

The atmosphere didn’t seem much different from the Shen Family’s.

Just as Shi Yaoguang was about to say something about whether there had been some misunderstanding here too, he saw a little girl, around seven or eight years old, with two small buns in her hair, looking terrified at Shen Antai.

After locking eyes for two seconds, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Ah—"

"He’s feigning death!!!!!"

The little girl’s decibel level was indeed not low.

Her voice was so piercing that it made one’s ears hurt.

Someone whose eardrums were assaulted rushed out to confront the young girl, "Little Lajiao, what are you shrieking about?"

But just as these words were finished, they were met with Shen Antai’s aged face.

This person also yelled, "He’s feigning death!!!"

Shen Antai rolled his eyes at him, "You’re the one feigning death, your whole family is feigning death! I’m a person, alive and kicking. What nonsense are you talking about?"

Hearing this, the person displayed an expression of disbelief, "Alive?"

Shen Antai snorted coldly, "I would outlive you even if you died!"

The person: "..."

Shen Antai didn’t want to waste time arguing and gestured to Shi Yaoguang to follow him inside.

The people inside, having heard the two cries of "feigning death," were somewhat prepared.

So, when they saw Shen Antai, they managed to maintain their composure.

"Vice President, you’re really not dead?"

"Not dead! I’m alive and well!" Shen Antai stood with his hands on his hips, his expression showing no surprise, "Which good-for-nothing was so full of crap as to spread rumors about me?"

Speaking of which made things a bit awkward.

An elderly man with white hair stepped forward and said, "Well... you may not believe it, but after you went into the mountains, we were worried about you. The next day we went to look for you and found some bloody fabric at the foot of the mountain. That fabric was exactly what you were wearing that day..."

After the explanation, Shen Antai understood the reason.

It turned out they had seen the fabric and assumed he had been devoured by a pack of wolves.

Shen Antai was stunned to hear this explanation, "A pack of wolves? Are there wolves on the mountain?"

He had gone to the mountain top, where people still lived, not some remote wilderness — how could there possibly be a pack of wolves?

The white-haired elder felt embarrassed, "Who knows how there could be a pack of wolves? My legs went weak when I first heard you might have died there, and it was my disciple who helped me back."

Upon mentioning his disciple, Shen Antai immediately looked smug.

Seeing his reaction, the white-haired elder knew there was something going on, "Mr. Shen, do you have some news?"

"Heh heh," laughed Shen Antai sheepishly, "I found my master!"

At this, the man was shocked, "You found your master? How did you find him? You haven’t been tricked, have you?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Antai looked disgruntled, "Manager Yu, I don’t appreciate that comment. What do you mean I’ve been tricked? You could be tricked until crippled, and I still wouldn’t be tricked!"

The old man called Old Yu clearly didn’t believe.

Shen Antai smiled with evident schadenfreude, "I’m telling you, I’m nothing like you guys."

"Whether the skills of your sects are big or small, no one knows if they’re genuine. My master truly has the ability to soar through the skies and burrow into the earth!"

"Really?"

"Really!" Shen Antai thumped his chest to assure, "You’ve all known me for long enough, don’t you know what my conditions for accepting a master were? If I wasn’t sure my master was incredibly awesome, I wouldn’t have agreed to become a disciple!"

Having said that, he turned his head to look at Shi Yaoguang.

The young girl stood behind him, naturally exuding an ethereal and refined aura.

Just looking at her gave one the impression of a lofty master.

Of course, this was just how Shen Antai felt about himself.

In the eyes of these people, Shi Yaoguang just looked like a pretty, frail young girl.

Shen Antai basked in his own pride for a good while before he noticed no one was asking him anything, and he couldn’t help but take the initiative, "So, my master looks like a real expert, doesn’t she?"

The crowd: "..."

Old Yu: "Old Shen, you haven’t been trapped in the mountains for too long and gone crazy, have you?"

An expert? Other than a delicate young girl, where is there an expert?

Shen Antai put on a serious face, showing an unhappy expression: "What do you mean by that? How is my master not a real expert? I’m not bragging, but my master can fly with a sword!"

"Sword flight?" Old Yu laughed as if he had heard a joke.

The rest of the crowd also wore expressions of wanting to laugh but not daring to, and even Little Lajiao, who had her hair in two small buns, looked like she was holding back laughter, clearly not believing what he said.

Shen Antai felt a huge sense of frustration: "One by one, what do these expressions mean? My master really can fly with a sword, if it weren’t true, would I lie to you?"

The crowd revealed knowing looks.

Shen Antai’s face darkened: "I see that you’re just jealous of me!"

"Vice President, those are some serious accusations. When did we ever question you? Aren’t the words you’ve spoken just too illogical? If you had brought an old man with a beard, appearing wise and Taoist, and told us he was your master, capable of riding clouds and controlling fog, we would’ve believed you," said a young cultivator.

Shen Antai, upon hearing the explanation, didn’t feel consoled but instead looked at Shi Yaoguang with a sense of grievance: "Master, look, they don’t believe you!"

Shi Yaoguang: "Belief brings it into existence, disbelief leads to nothingness."

Shen Antai: "..."

His face immediately fell.

Shi Yaoguang wasn’t interested in consoling him and forcibly changed the subject, "Weren’t we supposed to rescue someone?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Antai finally remembered what was important.

"Right, right, right!" he said and rushed inside.

Old Yu called out to him, "Old Shen, where are you off to?"

"To rescue someone!" Shen Antai looked extremely anxious.

Old Yu was puzzled, "Rescue who?"

Shen Antai: "Who else could it be? Isn’t it An Xiaoya?"

An Xiaoya, the granddaughter of the president of the Civilian Metaphysics Organization, had managed somehow to turn herself into a living corpse while out catching ghosts.

As soon as An Xiaoya was mentioned, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly turned solemn.

Shen Antai’s heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition surged: "What’s with all these expressions? Xiaoya is alright, isn’t she?"

The crowd shook their heads with still heavy expressions: "Xiaoya’s condition isn’t looking good..."