Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 98 - 99: Mentioning the Cold Gentleman Again

Chapter 98: Chapter 99: Mentioning the Cold Gentleman Again

"Guanjie, you must help me get revenge," Wang Zhonghao clenched his teeth in pain, his words distorted as he covered his face in the infirmary, "We absolutely can’t let that guy off."

The man in front of him was the deputy president of the Martial Arts Society, a super idol in the eyes of countless female students, Xu Guanjie.

He was handsome and his academic performance was top-notch, ranking among the best in Binhai, and countless big shots wanted to befriend him and ask for his help in handling various matters.

He was always busy, and very few people had seen him.

"Don’t worry, after all, you did this for me," Xu Guanjie comforted him, "But you, you still act too impulsively, attacking without understanding the situation. Judging from his performance today, he must also be a cultivator."

"He must be. A normal person couldn’t possibly defeat me." Remembering the scene where Lin Hao had kicked him, Wang Zhonghao’s eyes turned fierce, "Guanjie, you can’t let him go."

Xu Guanjie seemed deep in thought and did not respond to his words, and seeing that he remained silent, Wang Zhonghao did not press further.

He knew Xu Guanjie too well, this guy was good in everything, excellent in every aspect, but he couldn’t get past one hurdle—women.

Whenever there was a beautiful woman, he wanted to keep her in his grasp.

To put it bluntly, the current belle of Binhai University was his target.

One had already been charmed by him, and another was close.

Lan Xiyue had not arrived yet, but he had openly claimed that Lan Xiyue was his.

Therefore.

He and Lin Hao were never meant to be friends.

...

The first day of university life was quite eventful. After school, Lin Hao took Lan Xiyue to the villa given by Yu Shilong.

Originally, Lan Xiyue intended to live on campus, but now, she could only obediently follow behind Lin Hao.

Her pretty face looked troubled, her hands carrying bags of heavy luggage.

In contrast, Lin Hao was very relaxed, walking in front with empty hands, strolling leisurely.

Wherever they passed, people looked at Lin Hao with eyes full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

If it were someone else, they would have been eager to help the school belle carry things to win her favor.

But this guy, not only did he not help, even his books ended up being carried by Lan Xiyue in her hands.

"Enviable, to have the new girl trained like this, he’s truly a role model."

"Yes, this cold nobleman, truly as aloof as rumored."

"Cold nobleman?"

"Oh, I searched online today to see if there was any information about him. I found quite a bit, someone on a Binhai Middle School forum called him the ’Cold Nobleman’."

"’Cold Nobleman’, that name really fits him to a tee."

As the saying goes, there are only wrong given names, but no wrong nicknames. Once the moniker ’Cold Nobleman’ came out, everyone felt it suited Lin Hao’s temperament perfectly.

The murmurs around them naturally reached Lan Xiyue’s ears, she glared at those people, her expression displeased but dared not say anything.

"For three months, Lan Xiyue, for the sake of your future, you must endure!" Lan Xiyue encouraged herself.

Lin Hao’s mouth curved into a slight, good-looking arc, aware of everything happening within a hundred meters radius.

However, he had no intention of being tender or chivalrous.

Although Lan Xiyue was the school belle and beautiful, in his eyes, she could not compare to Sun Feifei or Lin Shiran by one in ten thousand.

Lin Hao had seen many women even more beautiful than Lan Xiyue. For him, unless it was someone he cared about, the rest of the masses were no different.

Besides, Lan Xiyue was a cultivator, carrying that bit of luggage was nothing to her.

Ten minutes later, Lin Hao and Lan Xiyue arrived at the villa.

The workers had already cleaned up and left, and the villa covering hundreds of square meters was empty.

"This is your home, it’s quite big." Lan Xiyue put down her luggage and looked around, not surprised that Lin Hao owned such a villa.

"Temporarily." Lin Hao replied indifferently, "There are many rooms here. Except for the largest and best one on the very edge, the others, you can choose any you like."

"Also, from now on, you will take care of the house cleaning, my clothes, and the meals we eat. If you don’t know how, learn by yourself."

"What!"

Lan Xiyue widened her eyes: "Lin Hao, don’t you have any sense of gentlemanly demeanor!"

"Hmm?" Lin Hao frowned.

Seeing that expression on Lin Hao, Lan Xiyue immediately wilted, knowing she had no way to change his mind.

"Fine, fine, I’ll do it, isn’t that enough!"

"That’s good. If you are unwilling, you can leave anytime."

Leaving those words indifferently, Lin Hao went upstairs, heading directly to the second floor.

Lan Xiyue stood there, steaming with anger. Born with a silver spoon, she had never had to lift a finger all her life, and now she had to serve someone else; she was very displeased.

"Hey."

Just as she was gritting her teeth, Lin Hao’s voice came again.

She looked up toward the second floor.

At that moment, Lin Hao had changed into a white bathrobe, his bronze skin underneath shimmering enticingly.

In his hand, he gently held a sword.

A three-foot-long sword, like an abyss.

Acquired when annihilating the Gu Family.

From his high position, standing inside the railing, he tossed the abyss-like sword to Lan Xiyue as if he was throwing away trash: "This sword, you’ll keep for the time being."

Instinctively, Lan Xiyue reached out to catch it, and the moment she caught the sword, her clear eyes immediately filled with shock.

"Is this... a Spiritual Weapon?!"

Being a Cultivator, she naturally knew about Spiritual Weapons. Within the same Realm, a Cultivator with a Spiritual Weapon, compared to one with a regular weapon, is vastly superior in strength.

There are only seven Spiritual Weapons in all of Huaxia!

And she was well aware of the whereabouts of those seven weapons.

Yet she never imagined there would be another sword here!

Surprise surged in her heart, and when she looked up again, Lin Hao was no longer on the second floor.

"To give me a Spiritual Weapon so easily, aren’t you afraid I’ll run off with it?" Lan Xiyue muttered to herself, "Could it be that, this Spiritual Weapon, you simply don’t care about?"

Recalling Lin Hao’s casual gesture and his emotionless eyes, Lan Xiyue became more certain of her speculation.

"Who exactly is he? He doesn’t even care about Spiritual Weapons, what has he gone through..." Suddenly, Lan Xiyue felt she couldn’t understand Lin Hao.

However, a moment later, her lips curled into a pleasing smile: "You do have a conscience, knowing to compensate me, otherwise, I would never be your maid."

"Lan Xiyue."

Her words had just ended when Lin Hao’s indifferent voice came from the second floor again.

"Master Lin, what is it?" Lan Xiyue responded, her mood much improved having obtained the Spirit Sword.

Even the voice she should have disliked sounded a bit more pleasant.

"What are you waiting for? Come up and perform the duties of a personal maid," his indifferent voice came again.

"Duties?"

"Can you please have a bit of awareness of being a personal maid?" Lin Hao’s voice came from upstairs again, his tone slightly impatient, "Hurry up and come give me a bath."

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