Chapter 2070

Xiao Feng couldn't help but be startled: "What are you doing with such hostility?"

"You..."

The three young people frowned, exchanging a glance.

"Aren't you from the White Sword Sect?" an older youth asked.

Xiao Feng smiled: "Looks like a misunderstanding. I'm not from the White Sword Sect; my surname is Xiao, Xiao Feng, I'm a friend of your Miss Han Zichen."

"Ah?"

"Xiao Feng?"

"You... you're the one my sister constantly mentions, the top player in the Myriad Heavens world?"

Clang—

The three quickly threw away the iron rods in their hands, their expressions instantly turning friendly as they stepped forward together.

"Young Hero Xiao Feng, please come in, please come in! Hurry up and come in!" the leading youth said enthusiastically.

The difference in treatment between the White Sword Sect people and Xiao Feng is evident at a glance.

Xiao Feng followed them toward the gate, asking: "Did Miss Han not mention that I would come?"

"She did, she mentioned it several months ago, many times before! My sister lies around dreaming every day; we thought those were just fantasies, never expecting Young Hero Xiao Feng to really come!" The younger one, somewhat excited, circled Xiao Feng, looking him over as if he were a panda in a zoo.

"Dreaming?" Xiao Feng laughed helplessly: "You don't play Myriad Heavens?"

"Haha, I've played, I've played, but I'm not good at it, can't compare to my little sister, so I don't play often."

"Besides, we still need to train; if we don't get strong enough, we can't protect our family, and those White Sword Sect troublemakers are eyeing us covetously—we can't be careless at all!"

"Young Hero Xiao Feng, where do you come from? Could you really be from another world?"

The three youngsters are quite talkative, speaking one sentence after another.

Xiao Feng sensed some clues,

It seems the White Sword Sect has indeed caused the Han family quite a bit of trouble.

If it weren't for that fishing expert sitting guard by the small river, Han Zichen probably couldn't play the game in peace.

After chatting a few words with them, Xiao Feng had already entered the Han residence.

A middle-aged man received him, inviting him into the living room to sit.

This middle-aged man is Han Zichen's father, named Han Shixin, who has practiced martial arts, is burly and powerful, with strength approaching the initial stage of superhuman life, ranking among the top three in strength in the Han household.

However, his attitude toward Xiao Feng... was indifferent, merely out of politeness to a guest, without any excitement at seeing an immortal.

This left Xiao Feng puzzled—could it be that they don't believe a word of what Han Zichen said?

"Young Hero Xiao Feng, I'll go call my sister; you have tea with my third uncle first!" said the young fellow Han Qingyun, then he ran off.

The Han household has several dozen members across five generations: an elderly patriarch, two close brothers, then Han Shixin's generation with seven brothers, followed by Han Zichen's generation's siblings, and the youngest are a few children.

Being a small family, they have no servants; all coming and going are family members themselves.

"Master Xiao, my daughter often mentions you, saying you're thriving in the Myriad Heavens world, unstoppable—is that true?" Han Shixin brewed hot tea and asked Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng nodded: "Indeed. In that virtual world, the various races compete fiercely; for your daughter to become a leader of humanity is quite remarkable!"

I had expected Han Shixin to be very proud.

As it turned out, this uncle wore a completely helpless expression, replying: "Dreams are illusory, like bubbles that burst at a touch. Even if"

"'no matter how splendid in the dream, one cannot shake off the worries after waking; we are ultimately just ordinary people, unable to defy the White Sword Sect, yet still claiming to be a leader of humanity."

"This..."

Xiao Feng couldn't help but frown.

He realized that Han Zichen's real life is vastly different from the game world!

Extremely, extremely large!

In this world, people completely disregard Myriad Heavens, even using the disparaging term "dreaming" to describe it, which is the exact opposite of the situation on Blue Star and Di Qiu!

Han Zichen, who does so well in the game, at home not only receives no care or affection, but is instead seen as a good-for-nothing who spends all day daydreaming.

This... is quite absurd!

Xiao Feng's main body in the game immediately sent a message to Han Zichen, asking: "Fellow Daoist Han, what's the situation with your family?"

"Ah? Senior Brother, have you arrived already? Have you met my family?" Han Zichen blinked upon hearing this.

Xiao Feng said: "Yes, I'm having tea with your uncle in the living room. They seem not to welcome this game; haven't you told them about your strength growth and your achievements?"

Han Zichen replied: "I did tell them, but they don't believe me. I wanted to keep a low profile to avoid trouble, so I stopped explaining later. Senior Brother, please wait a moment; I'll be right there!"

Saying that, she immediately logged off.

Xiao Feng felt somewhat helpless, his avatar sitting opposite Han Shixin, feeling awkward all over.

At that moment, a person walked in from outside the door.

That person wore a raincoat, carried a fish basket, came to the outside of the living room, casually put down the fish basket and fishing rod, then walked in.

"Older Brother Yao, you're back—how was today's catch?" Han Shixin saw the fisherman and immediately warmed up.

and began his enthusiastic greeting.

This fisherman is named Yao Rang, an expert who showed up uninvited four years ago, insisting on becoming Han Zichen's master.

Han Shixin and the others couldn't gauge his depth, only knowing he was very formidable, so they agreed.

Who would have thought that over these years Yao Rang never taught Han Zichen a single move, and that foolish girl refuses to learn anything, lying around dreaming all day, making the Han household so angry they wanted to beat her to death.

However, Yao Rang never left the Han household; instead, they were glad, as over the years he has resolved many troubles for them, this fishing-loving expert stepping in to settle things.

Yao Rang walked in and replied: "All morning it was just small fish and shrimp, but at dusk a huge, immovable fish suddenly came, bending my fishing rod, so I had to return like this."

Saying that, he looked toward Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng smiled, wondering if that big fish was referring to him.

Han Shixin also caught the meaning, looked at Xiao Feng, and introduced him to Yao Rang: "Older Brother Yao, this is Master Xiao Feng Xiao, whom Miss Zichen has mentioned several times."

Then he said to Xiao Feng: "This is Yao Rang, a great hero, with profound cultivation."

"Haha, Old Brother Han, I dare not call myself profound in front of Young Master Xiao." Yao Rang hurriedly said, bowing to Xiao Feng, and said: "Young Master Xiao, greetings."

Xiao Feng silently complained, these ancient people constantly called him young master, young hero, great hero, making him very uncomfortable.

However, not calling him an immortal is fine, lest we scare Han Shixin.

He returned the salute: "No need for formalities, sit down and have tea."

"Huh?" Han Shixin blinked, feeling that Yao Rang was being overly polite toward Xiao Feng.

Could it be that this young person truly possesses great ability?

Able to fly through the air,

Coming, at least it's Golden Core cultivation; indeed, it's quite impressive.

But it's not to the point that even Yao Rang would be polite, right?

You should know that even if the Young Sect Master of the White Sword Sect had come before, Yao Rang wouldn't have given him a glance!

Just as he was puzzled, Han Zichen arrived.