Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

After playing with the children at the orphanage for a while, Lin Ran said goodbye and left.

When he left, the little ones clung to him and refused to let go.

Lin Ran promised to come see them again next week, which satisfied the little ones.

After leaving the welfare home, he went to a holographic bracelet experience store in the city center.

The sales assistant introduced him to several of the latest models, and he chose the most powerful one, the Wujie X80 Pro, which cost a whopping 99998 Huaxia coins.

Of course, this is just a communication device and does not include the functionality of a nanosuit.

That kind of special equipment is a strategic resource of the Secret Service and is not available on the market.

A bracelet worth 100,000 yuan sounds expensive, and it really is.

But for Lin Ran, who is worth tens of millions, it's all small change.

I paid and opened the package on the spot.

The moment the holographic projection unfolded above his wrist, he suddenly realized that his old smartphone was indeed a bit outdated.

With just a watch, all the functions of a smartphone are within reach in the 3D projection; high technology truly brings more convenience.

Perhaps because he was wearing the new clothes that Song Yishu had bought for him, he didn't encounter any ridicule in this high-end shopping venue.

In a world where no one dares to challenge him, he, with his immense wealth and power, always feels a sense of incompleteness.

Just as the impeccably made-up saleswoman was explaining how to operate the bracelet to him, a communication request popped up.

Zhao Yanran?

Upon seeing the name, Lin Ran raised an eyebrow.

After hesitating for a moment, he pressed the answer button.

Zhao Yanran's holographic image appeared above the bracelet. She wasn't wearing a ponytail today; her hair was loose over her shoulders, she had light makeup on, and her smile was friendly.

"Young Master Lin, are you free? I'd like to invite you to dinner."

"Eating out again?" Lin Ran leaned against the display case in the experience store. "Does the Zhao family's money come from nowhere?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yanran brushed a stray hair from her forehead and said softly, "I acquired an ancient sword at an auction and wanted to give it to you. I think you'll like it."

"Ancient sword?"

Lin Ran, who had originally planned to decline the invitation, changed his mind instantly.

Admittedly, having dinner with women is certainly not as important as self-cultivation.

But the ancient sword that Zhao Yanran mentioned piqued his interest.

The more crucial question is, why would she think she would like an ancient sword?

Lin Ran wondered to himself, since he had never shown any interest in antiques in front of anyone, could this woman have discovered something?

"Okay, I'm coming over now."

Lin Ran took a taxi to Zhiweixuan, where Zhao Yanran was already waiting at the door.

She wore a light blue and white cheongsam, her long hair loosely tied back with a jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair hanging down beside her ears.

Seeing Lin Ran get out of the car, she took two steps forward to greet him: "Young Master Lin."

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Lin Ran nodded.

Zhao Yanran glanced at the backpack on his back, but didn't ask any further questions. She led him toward the private room.

The two sat down, and the waiter brought over several plates of snacks.

"Where's the sword?" Lin Ran leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping around the private room.

Zhao Yanran gave him a slightly resentful look, reached out and picked up the purple clay teapot on the table, and poured him a cup of tea.

"Young Master Lin, what's the rush? Is Yanran less attractive than a sword?"

"Miss Zhao's appearance is outstanding, naturally more beautiful than a sword."

Lin Ran picked up the cup she handed him, took a sip, and put it back on the table.

"But I'm here today mainly for the sword that Miss Zhao mentioned."

Zhao Yanran put down the purple clay teapot, her tone tinged with self-deprecation: "Young Master Lin really is a man who doesn't understand romance."

"Not entirely," Lin Ran said with a playful smile. "I can be quite charming sometimes. It mainly depends on who I'm talking to."

"So, it's because Yanran's appearance doesn't meet Young Master Lin's standards?"

"I told you, Miss Zhao is exceptionally beautiful."

Zhao Yanran leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the edge of the table, supporting her chin, and staring straight at Lin Ran.

"If that's the case, why won't Young Master Lin spend a little more time on me?"

"Because time is precious," Lin Ran said calmly, "let's get straight to the point!"

Zhao Yanran stared at him for two seconds, then finally sighed and said with a wry smile, "Sigh...it's really frustrating."

She raised her hand and clapped it twice gently.

The door to the private room was pushed open, and a waiter walked in carrying a long wooden box.

The wooden box is dark red all over, with intricate carvings on the surface, and a copper snap fastener is embedded in the clasp.

Zhao Yanran took the wooden box, pressed her finger on the clasp, and with a soft click, the lid popped open.

"Young Master Lin, please take a look."

The box exuded an old, musty smell, the kind that only comes from long-term oxidation of metal.

Lin Ran looked closely and saw a three-foot-long sword lying horizontally in the wooden box.

A thin layer of rust covered the blade, and the sharpness beneath the rust was faintly visible.

The yazi patterns on the sword guard have rusted away and are no longer recognizable, and the silk rope wrapped around the hilt has also become dull and lifeless.

The most crucial problem is that the Xuanhuang Cauldron did not react at all.

Lin Ran took the sword out of the wooden box, examined it carefully, and then put it back.

Judging from its condition, it is indeed an ancient sword, which would be worth a lot of money at an auction, but it seems to be of little use to him.

Zhao Yanran caught a fleeting hint of disappointment in Lin Ran's eyes, leaned forward slightly, and tentatively asked, "Young Master Lin, do you not like this gift?"

"The items are good, but they're useless to me." Lin Ran leaned back in his chair, picked up his teacup, and said calmly.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the voice of the Lord of Xuan Chen suddenly emerged: "How can it be useless? This is a magical artifact!"

"A magical artifact?" Lin Ran paused slightly in his teacup.

"Not bad! Although it's not some great treasure, it's definitely enough for your current cultivation level."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ran was slightly puzzled: "But I didn't detect any spiritual energy fluctuations."

"Over the years, it has simply lost its spiritual essence," the Lord of Xuan Chen said confidently. "With just a little nurturing, it will surpass countless ordinary irons in this world."

Lin Ran immediately became interested: "Is that so?"

"How could this be false?" Lord Xuanchen feigned displeasure.

Lin Ran remained silent for a moment, thinking to himself, "Then I should thank this Miss Zhao properly."

Sitting next to him, Zhao Yanran noticed Lin Ran's expression changing repeatedly and spoke again, "If Young Master Lin doesn't like it..."

"No, I like it very much." Lin Ran took the wooden box and placed it aside, then changed the subject: "But I'm curious, how did Miss Zhao know I like ancient swords?"

Zhao Yanran picked up the cup in front of her and took a sip: "A gentleman wears a sword to demonstrate his virtue. I think Young Master Lin has the demeanor of a gentleman."

This is clearly a cliché.

Since they met, Lin Ran has always maintained a cynical and irreverent image.

If he looked like a gentleman, Lin Ran could barely understand it.

After all, a gentleman is like jade, and he truly has a good grasp of his appearance.

But Zhao Yanran's claim that he possesses any gentlemanly qualities is rather absurd.

Moreover, giving away an ancient sword for this reason seems rather far-fetched.

"If Miss Zhao continues to refuse to tell the truth, how can we develop a deeper relationship?" Lin Ran's tone was calm, but his eyes were scrutinizing.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yanran paused slightly in her teacup.

She lowered her head, placed the cup back on the table, remained silent for a moment, and then met Lin Ran's gaze again.

"I heard that Young Master Lin possesses an ancient martial arts legacy."

Lin Ran raised an eyebrow: "You believe such rumors?"

"It's not a matter of whether I believe it or not." Zhao Yanran tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze sincere.

"Young Master Lin only awakened an F-level talent, yet he now possesses strength comparable to a pre-heavenly being. This has already exceeded the effect that a normal martial arts system can achieve."

It must be said, this woman is very perceptive.

Unfortunately, her thinking still has some limitations.

Starting from the wrong direction will naturally lead to a wrong answer.

Lin Ran revealed a playful smile: "So, you're interested in the ancient martial arts heritage I possess?"