Chapter 148 How Does It Matter If One Is Number One in the H

ustody" Hao Ren narrowed his eyes and looked at Yue Zilong.Zhēn Cōngming is Guanniu's attendant, even West Sea Dragon Palace would avoid him. But this doesn’t mean the Dragon Deity Temple can't handle...Chapter 148: So What if He's Number One in the Human Realm

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Could Hao Ren fail to understand her intentions He tried his best and used every possible means to escape tutoring sessions because he didn't want to study or do homework.

"Come on, stop dawdling!" Zhao Ranzi urged when she saw Hao Ren standing still.

“Where are we going” Hao Ren asked her. He wanted to make full use of the time to break through his rank and had planned to go back up to the attic for practice after tutoring her, but now he would be wasting a lot more time being dragged out by her.

"To my mom’s place! We’re going to pick her up from work!" Zhao Ranzi said excitedly.

Hao Ren couldn't do anything about it and could only follow along with her.

They hailed a taxi and went to the “Yang Art District” in Donghai City.

Zhao Ranzi was dressed up beautifully, but Hao Ren found her girlish mindset hard to take: she would be too lazy to walk over to the kitchen for a new bowl when eating noodles but was willing to change into an entirely new outfit just for this short trip outside.

The “Yang Art District” sat in the southern suburbs of Donghai City. Originally, it was a stretch of factories, which were relocated or closed down due to changes in industrial adjustments and environmental protection requirements. As a result, there remained only a large area of warehouses and factories.

Later on, following Beijing’s example, Donghai City preserved these large buildings and transformed them into an art district, making it increasingly distinctive.

Hao Ren and Zhao Ranzi arrived at the district where they saw tall fences and rusty barbed wire everywhere. However, upon entering, they found one beautiful exhibition area after another featuring artistic works.

Zhao Ranzi knew her way around well; she led Hao Ren to Zhao Hongyu’s studio. They climbed up a metal staircase that made clattering noises until the second floor where they saw Zhao Hongyu's architectural firm hidden in a red building.

“Mom!” Zhao Ranzi pushed open the door and immediately spotted Zhao Hongyu inside, instructing her employees.

"Ah Zi, why are you here" Seeing Zhao Ranzi appear, Zhao Hongyu was somewhat surprised.

"I came with Uncle Ren, uh, Hao Ren," Zhao Ranzi pointed at him behind her.

“Aunt.” Hao Ren respectfully called out. This was his first time visiting Zhao Hongyu’s studio; he found its layout particularly exquisite and even the little decorative items conveyed an artistic atmosphere.

"Little Ah Zi is getting prettier every day!" The employees who saw Zhao Ranzi were delighted.

Today, Zhao Ranzi was indeed dressed up very nicely. Especially her large pair of bright eyes fluttering with vivacity made the young employees particularly fond of her.

"Mom, what time do you get off work" Zhao Ranzi asked.

“Probably in another hour or two,” replied Zhao Hongyu.

"Then Hao Ren and I will wait for you to finish work. Let me take him out first!" After saying that, Zhao Ranzi pulled Hao Ren out of the studio straight away.

She wanted to go herself but insisted on dragging Hao Ren along. Zhao Hongyu helplessly shook her head as she watched them leave, then continued explaining the key points of the design draft to a few young designers.

Exiting the Red House, Zhao Yanzi led Hao Ren down the stairs and said, "There are many design studios here, but my mother's is the most famous!"

Hao Ren looked back at the Red House, guessing that it must have been an office in the old factory area with the best view and ventilation. Zhao Hongyu’s ability to rent such a house indeed demonstrated her high standing in this field.

"There are many fun things around here; often some people who are slightly famous but not the most well-known come to hold exhibitions," Zhao Yanzi said as she led Hao Ren towards other large factories.

Hao Ren knew nothing about art. At best, he could distinguish between what was good looking and what wasn’t, but when asked why something looked good, he couldn't explain it.

Zhao Yanzi was different. Cultivated by Zhao Hongyu, she had a natural aptitude for the arts. She tugged Hao Ren around as her eyes filled with confusion; she then proudly explained things to him in detail and eloquently.

"What This painting has nothing to do with Van Gogh! This is an imitation of Monet's 'Luncheon on the Grass.' Do you even know who Monet is If not, you're dumb! Monet was a founder of Impressionism, but this painting is Realist!" "This is true Van Gogh style! Idiot! Van Gogh doesn't only paint sunflowers! Look how thickly the oil paints are applied here; that's Van Gogh’s signature style!"

"This one It's performance art. I don’t think it looks good though. Come on, let's go see over there."

"You—"Peeping Tom! "Staring at such an oil painting."

"It’s art," Hao Ren argued.

Hauled around the district by Zhao Yanzi while listening to her explanations and enduring her teasing, Hao Ren still admired how knowledgeable she was about the arts. She could generally explain anything you pointed out to her in detail.

Of course, when it came to things she didn’t know, Hao Ren had no idea if she made stuff up for the sake of saving face; regardless, she would make something up. With his low level of artistic appreciation, Hao Ren couldn't see through any lies anyway.

In addition to various exhibitions, there were also plenty of small items being sold here. Zhao Yanzi picked and chose until she had bought a pile of expensive yet impractical trinkets—naturally, all paid for by Hao Ren.

Although tired from being tugged around everywhere by her little hands, Hao Ren felt somewhat happy.

The dilapidated factory area with its dim lighting contrasted sharply and beautifully with the vibrant art that overflowed with talent.

A few large plane trees stood on both sides of the old factory road. The tree shadows swayed gently in the faint breeze, almost making it feel better than a university campus.

"There's an art exhibition at our school on Wednesday; do you know about that" Hao Ren asked her.

"Yeah, Qin Shaoyang! But, you might not know his true identity," Zhao Yanzi said with her head held high.

"What identity" Hao Ren asked.

Hao Ren thought to himself: I already knew. His face was beaten black and blue by Lin Lin and Li Li.

“He’s different from the Miss Su who stays here; he is a patrolling inspector. In general, inspectors are troublesome, but we East Sea dragons have deep roots here so we don’t fear him that much,” Zhao Yanzi continued.

Hao Ren nodded. Through his interactions during this period, he had already determined that the East Sea dragon clan’s influence was extensive—on par with a feudal lord. Therefore, towards such patrolling inspectors, he would be cautious but not overly restrained.

"So will you come on Wednesday" Hao Ren asked her again.

"Do you want me to come" Zhao Yanzǐ asked in return.

"No, I don't think so,"郝仁 said.

"Pfft! I just have to come!" Zhao Yanzǐ retorted.

郝仁 smiled, knowing that she would say something like this.

"And how far are you in practicing the 'Spectrum Sword Shadow Technique'" Zhao Yanzǐ asked again.

Hmm, I haven't even nagged you about your studies yet. You're actually checking up on my practice regimen now郝仁 thought to himself.

Whoosh...

A black car suddenly pulled up in front of Zhao Yanzǐ and 郝仁. Zhao Kuò stuck his head out from the window, "Ah Zǐ, hehe, Uncle Three is back!"

"Eh Uncle Three, weren't you in seclusion" Seeing her uncle unexpectedly appear, Zhao Yanzǐ exclaimed in delight.

"Seclusion! My behind has become so numb from sitting still!" Zhao Kuò opened the car door and walked out. He then saw Zhao Yanzǐ holding hands with 郝仁 and his gaze turned strange.

Zhao Yanzǐ's face quickly turned red, thankfully the lighting here wasn't very bright and she avoided being noticed by 郝仁.

She swiftly retracted her hand and somewhat awkwardly said, "Uncle Three, how do you know I'm here"

"Who is Uncle Three It's not hard to find a person," Zhao Kuò proudly smiled. However, with his dark skin and face, smiling didn't really suit him.

"Well then, my pocket money has run out recently," Zhao Yanzǐ reached her hand towards 郝仁's cousin.

"Ah... ah..."Zhao Kuò sighed twice as if being mugged. He obediently pulled out his wallet and took out five or six hundred-yuan notes, placing them in Zhao Yanzǐ's palm. In front of Zhao Yanzǐ, he appeared so weak

Zhao Yanzǐ pocketed the money and smiled happily. "Uncle Three, leaving early from seclusion, are you not afraid that you won't pass next month’s celestial tribulation"

"Do you think one can escape a celestial tribulation just by being in seclusion"Zhao Kuò looked at 郝仁 then at Zhao Yanzǐ. "There have been many recent movements in the Western Sea, it would be best if you don't go out alone from now on."

"Hehe, with Uncle Three around, who dares to harm me"Zhao Yanzǐ poked her finger into 郝仁's cousin’s chest.

"Right! Who dares to bully you I’ll rip their skin off!"Zhao Kuò said fiercely as he turned his head towards 郝仁.

郝仁 took a deep breath, feeling somewhat out of place standing here.

"You小子, chose the 'Spectrum Sword Shadow Technique' "Sure enough, Zhao Kuò didn't let 郝仁 off and asked again.

"Yes." Hating Zhao Kuò as he did, 郝仁 could only answer stiffly. This uncle of his didn’t care about fairness; if he liked you, it was fine. If not,

"Trash technique! Even after three months of practice, I didn't make any progress. Yet you still chose this one!" Zhao Kuo immediately said.

"Who knows Maybe I can manage to practice it," Hao Ren replied.

"If you can manage it, then watch me crawl in front of you!" Zhao Kuo retorted fiercely.

Zhao Yanzi saw the atmosphere turning sour and hurriedly said, "Uncle Three, why do you argue with him" She pushed Zhao Kuo aside. "You go back first, I'll find you to play another day."

"No need for me to take you back" Zhao Kuo put on a smile and asked.

"No no! It's so annoying!" Zhao Yanzi waved her arms impatiently.

The number one expert from the mortal realm immediately looked aggrieved. He had just come out of seclusion wanting to accompany his adorable niece, but she kept shooing him away.

Seeing Zhao Kuo drive off, Zhao Yanzi heaved a long sigh.

After some thought, she clarified, "Earlier when I pulled you along, it was because you weren't familiar with the road here. Not that I...

"Alright, got it." Hao Ren also let out a long sigh. To break through this little girl's heart indeed proved very difficult; layers of defenses were in place, more complex than even the highest level of formations.

"Did you have fun when you went to Beijing" Hao Ren asked her.

"It was just okay. Nothing particularly enjoyable," Zhao Yanzi kicked a pebble aside.

Then followed an awkward silence.

The shadows cast by the road's lighting were long and short.

Hao Ren suddenly thought, back when I was in eighth grade, she was only in third grade. This was quite a bizarre sense of distance.

Following the quiet factory road, they returned to Zhao Hongyu's studio where he saw that Zhao Hongyu had already arrived and was waiting for them with her car keys.

Hao Ren suddenly remembered that Zhao Hongyu drove a Ferrari sports car when commuting to work.

"Auntie, take Zi back home. It’s about time, I should be heading back to school," Hao Ren said.

"Yes, thank you for accompanying Zi today." Zhao Hongyu smiled at him.

"No problem!" Hao Ren waved his hand and then followed them out of the studio.

After saying goodbye to them, Hao Ren took a bus back to school.

In this quiet last bus of the night, sitting in the rear row of the bus, Hao Ren quietly refined the Spectral Sword Technique.

Gripping every moment to practice diligently since breakthroughs often happened unexpectedly.rls!Within the sword’s spine, the material of Warm Sun Jade had absorbed the sharpness of both sides of the blade, creating an excellent channel for spiritual energy injection!The tip of the sword sho...