Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

"Archbishop Lemon, you're looking for my student..."

"Is there something you need?"

Huang Meng's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes had turned cold.

A powerful aura suddenly erupted, causing ripples to spread across the tea on the stone table.

Assistant Chen, who had been following behind Huang Meng, subconsciously shivered.

The principal is serious this time!

Huang Mengke protects Bai Chuyi like her own granddaughter.

Do you think you can just see these blond, blue-eyed guys whenever you want?

If Bai Chuyi makes even the slightest mistake, let alone how he, as the principal, will be able to explain himself to Nanhai City.

Even the entire Chinese leadership could tear him apart.

Archbishop Leimen's smile froze as he immediately felt the invisible pressure.

"Principal Huang, please don't misunderstand. My teaching has absolutely no ill intentions towards the geniuses at your school."

Despite the undisguised oppressive aura, he maintained his composure and bowed slightly.

"On the contrary, His Holiness the Pope, having heard that a future God of War has been born in the East, specifically instructed us to come and present a small gift to show our church's sincerity and goodwill."

Not long ago, Huang Meng personally went live to announce to the world that Bai Chuyi was his student.

This is no secret in the international martial arts community.

As a top power in the Western Continent, the Exorcism Cult naturally had excellent information.

Their initiative to extend a friendly gesture was clearly an attempt to forge a good relationship with a future quasi-Martial God.

Even if the Exorcism Cult were incredibly bold, they would never dare to harbor any ill intentions towards an SS-level genius protected by a Ninth-Realm Martial God on Chinese soil.

Let alone Huang Meng, a seventh-realm Martial Emperor, not agreeing, the entire high-level combat power of the South Sea City would instantly tear them to shreds.

Moreover, behind China stands that true Martial God of the Ninth Realm, who stands at the pinnacle of the world.

Although the Exorcism Cult is powerful and can enslave demons of the seventh or even eighth realm, they have yet to have a battle pet that can rival a ninth-realm Martial God.

To truly face a ninth-realm Martial God would be like an egg hitting a rock, a sure path to certain death.

Therefore, the top priority here is to establish good relations.

"Bring it up!"

With a command from Archbishop Lemon.

Several believers behind him respectfully stepped forward and opened the ornate wooden box they were holding.

"Buzz—"

The moment the box was opened, waves of pure energy rippled outwards.

Archbishop Lemon introduced them with great familiarity, his face beaming with smiles.

"This magic core was taken from a 'Seventh Realm Peak Abyss Dragon'. The energy it contains is extremely pure, making it an invaluable treasure whether used for cultivation or for forging weapons."

"This 'Holy Light Grass' is a rare and precious herb unique to our Western Continent, with the remarkable effects of calming the mind, concentrating the spirit, and stabilizing the foundation."

"And these are pastries and delicacies specially made by our Vatican, with unique flavors that I'm sure your school's geniuses will enjoy."

Each gift was priceless, enough to drive any martial artist mad.

In order to befriend Bai Chuyi, the Exorcist Cult has indeed gone to great lengths this time, and its sincerity is undeniable.

Principal Huang glanced at the gifts, his eyes showing no emotion.

"Your church is very kind."

"Since it's for Bai Chuyi, then I'll accept it on behalf of my student."

Gifts must be accepted.

Huang Meng wasn't after these things.

Rather, he knew that if he didn't accept them, the Exorcist Cult members would probably never sleep soundly, always worrying that they might have offended the future God of War.

Accepting a gift means gaining another friend and puts their minds at ease.

Upon seeing this, Archbishop Lemon's smile deepened, and he immediately waved for his men to deliver the items to the principal's office.

After doing all this, he turned to Huang Meng again and tentatively began to speak:

"Principal Huang, you have already accepted my sincerity in teaching."

"So now, may I have the honor of meeting your student?"

"Even if it's just a brief look, I can go back and report to His Holiness the Pope."

Upon hearing this, Huang Meng finally showed a kind smile.

"certainly……"

Leimen was overjoyed.

"……cannot!"

Two words: resolute and decisive.

"..." Archbishop Leimen's smile froze completely, and he was dumbfounded.

This script is wrong!

"Principal Huang, this...this isn't appropriate, is it?"

"No means no." Huang Meng's attitude was unwavering. He casually made up an excuse, "My student is currently in a crucial period of seclusion and cultivation, and he doesn't see any outsiders."

Archbishop Lemon was furious.

Seclusion?

I'm going into seclusion, you sour radish, don't eat me!

When I came down from the sky, I clearly saw with my own eyes that little girl with blue hair hiding in the corner, happily eating a bag of snacks!

You call that seclusion?

Despite feeling like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind, Laimen could only take a deep breath and swallow it down.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

"Is that so...? Well, that's such a shame."

The archbishop forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Student Bai is truly diligent; he is admirable."

"Of course," Huang Meng said matter-of-factly.

Seeing that he couldn't see the person in question, Lemon had no choice but to settle for second best and said:

"By the way, Principal Huang. This time when I came to China, I also brought a few good-for-nothing juniors with me to broaden their horizons."

"When we head to the spatial rift in a few days, we hope Principal Huang can help take care of things."

"As long as they behave themselves and don't cause trouble," Huang Meng said, picking up his teacup and no longer looking at him.

"Whatever!"

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at the same time.

The dormitory area specially arranged by Chengwu University for the exorcism cult members.

"Lord Card, let us help you rest."

A blond, blue-eyed young man was lounging lazily on a soft sofa.

The young man's name was Carden. He was the nephew of Archbishop Lemon and one of the most outstanding young members of the Exorcism Cult.

His clothes were half-open, revealing his muscular chest, and two equally blonde beauties were kneeling in front of him, serving him carefully.

However, those two people were wearing almost no clothes.

"It's boring, it's getting more and more boring."

Suddenly annoyed, Carden kicked the woman in front of him away. "Get out of my way."

The two blonde beauties were terrified and immediately knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.

"Lord Caden, have we done something wrong? Please forgive us..."

Carden ignored their pleas and picked up the glass of red wine on the table, downing it in one gulp, his mind preoccupied with other things.

I'm so tired of playing with these greenhouse flowers.

I've heard that female warriors in the East are all prickly and unruly...

Especially top-tier institutions like Chengwu University attract countless young and beautiful female martial artists.

Thinking of this, Carden licked his lips, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled up.

"It's been so long since I played a female warrior game..."

"Perfect for a change of pace today!"