Chapter 37 Frost Rakshasa’s Fear

Chapter 37: Frosty Rakshasa's Courage Changes

"No need to be polite."

Zhao Qingmei waved her hand and said, "This is a few days later than the time in your letter, but you've finally arrived."

An Jing, on the other hand, was observing the pedantic, rigid old man in front of him. This didn't match the tsundere, cunning Tan Yun at all.

Comparatively speaking, he still preferred Tan Yun's personality; this rigid old man looked very serious at first glance.

"I visited some friends, so I was a bit late." Li Fuzhou cupped his fists, then looked at An Jing beside him and asked, "Is this Young Master An Jing?"

An Jing also cupped his fists and said with a smile, "An Jing, greetings."

Li Fuzhou nodded, but secretly frowned in his heart: Indeed, he has no Internal Energy at all. It is truly a great misfortune for the Demonic Cult if the Leader has really taken a liking to this person.

Just now, an ordinary small ruffian made this Little Doctor so flustered. If he were to face the monsters and demons of the Jianghu in the future, this doctor would probably be scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, completely at a loss.

The two exchanged glances, then both looked away.

Zhao Qingmei smiled from the side, "The food is ready. Why don't we eat first, and then we can talk slowly."

"Yes, yes, yes, Third Master must be tired from his journey." An Jing nodded from the side.

"This old man is used to hard work; this short journey is nothing."

As Li Fuzhou said this, he saw Zhao Qingmei's gaze and said lightly, "But eating something is good too."

At the dinner table.

Tan Yun was like a quail, completely lacking her usual boisterous energy.

Xiao Heizi was lying by his dog bowl, eating fresh soup with rice, his little tail wagging non-stop, extremely happy.

Li Fuzhou sat upright in his chair, his expression very serious, not saying a word.

The atmosphere was vastly different from the usual cheerful and lively one.

"Where did you run off to just now?" An Jing felt quite bored and asked.

"I took a wrong turn."

Tan Yun cautiously glanced at Li Fuzhou and whispered.

"You can still take a wrong turn? Is this your first day in Yu Prefecture City?" An Jing raised an eyebrow and smiled.

In the past, if he had said that, Tan Yun would have put down her chopsticks and argued back, but today, Tan Yun didn't say a word.

"Woof! Woof!"

Xiao Heizi seemed to have eaten his fill, ran to Tan Yun's feet, and barked at her, seemingly wanting Tan Yun to give him more food.

"Shut up!"

Li Fuzhou frowned and sternly whispered to Xiao Heizi, "Do not speak while eating, do not speak while sleeping. These are the rules. Since you are in the same hall as me, you must follow the rules!"

"Woof!"

Xiao Heizi retreated a few steps backward, then lay down on the ground dejectedly, no longer barking.

Li Fuzhou was actually lecturing a dog…

An Jing blinked from the side, thinking to himself: Is this old fellow criticizing me indirectly?

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Zhao Qingmei took Li Fuzhou to his residence in the backyard.

An Jing looked at Tan Yun, who was diligently reading medical books, and curiously looked outside, saying, "Has the sun risen from the west?"

Usually, after Tan Yun finished eating and washing the dishes, she would take Xiao Heizi out to play. Today, she was actually reading, which was certainly strange.

"I'm usually like this too." Tan Yun's small face darkened and she said, "You mustn't slander me."

An Jing walked to Tan Yun's side and asked with a smile, "It seems you're very afraid of your Third Master? What's his background?"

Anyway, An Jing didn't like this Third Master much.

He seemed like an old-fashioned, pedantic, stubborn person, and he had even spoken ill of him.

"Who said I'm afraid?"

Tan Yun frowned and whispered, "Who is Tan Yun afraid of?"

Seeing Tan Yun speak the toughest words in the softest tone, An Jing's mouth curved into a sinister smile.

"Oh? Is that so? You're not afraid of anyone, huh."

An Jing heard this and deliberately spoke loudly.

"What are you trying to do?"

Tan Yun glared fiercely at An Jing and said, "Young Master, the other day you went drinking with that boy Han Wenxin…"

An Jing sometimes drank with that boy Han Wenxin, but Zhao Qingmei didn't let him drink with Han Wenxin, fearing he would go to places like brothels and pleasure boats.

"How did you know?" An Jing looked at Tan Yun in surprise.

Tan Yun said proudly, "When you left, you took small pills, which must have been for that boy Han Wenxin. And I always knew when you two were secretly talking, even though he always bragged about his 'fierceness,' I knew he was just bragging."

"Cough, cough, cough."

An Jing coughed twice and said, "You can't just blurt that out. If it gets around, that boy Han Wenxin won't be able to find a wife in the future."

This little girl Tan Yun was too cunning. He would have to avoid her in the future. Every time he thought of her putting purgative powder in Han Wenxin's food, he felt a chill in his heart.

"By the way, what did your Third Master do before? Tell me quickly." An Jing remembered something and asked.

"He studied, then he said studying and reasoning with people was useless, so he stopped studying."

Tan Yun said casually, muttering in her heart, "When reasoning didn't work, he switched to killing people."

"No wonder. Do all scholars have so many rules?"

"He has a lot of rules. I don't know about others."

"An old fossil."

"Young Master, you can't say that."

"What's there to be afraid of? This is my home, can't I speak? Don't be afraid, Young Master has your back."

"Really?"

After Tan Yun finished speaking, she glanced towards the backyard, then scrutinized An Jing.

Who was Li Fuzhou? He was the Human Sect Leader Li Fuzhou of the Demonic Cult, and a confidant of Old Leader Jiang Shang. Even their current Leader had to show him some respect. You, a Little Doctor, want to challenge him? Don't break your wrist.

"You don't believe my words?" An Jing patted his chest and said, "What a reliable person I am, my words are truer than pearls."

Tan Yun rolled her eyes, "Young Master, the pearls at home are fake."

An Jing: "…"

Tan Yun looked at An Jing's hesitant expression and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Although her Young Master had no real abilities, he could make people happy.

"Young Master, with your small frame, covering for me? Forget it." Tan Yun scrutinized An Jing's physique.

"You underestimate me?" An Jing sneered, "Even your Young Miss wouldn't dare to underestimate me."

"I'm not underestimating you, Young Master, I just feel… how should I put it?" Tan Yun twirled her small braid, unsure how to express it.

Do I, a dignified Rakshasa of the Demonic Cult, need a Little Doctor like you to cover for me?

"Third Master is a scholar; you can't beat him." Tan Yun finally blurted out what was on her mind.

In this world, scholars are the most detestable. They talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality, but then they use these as a sword against you.

"Alright, then Zhou Xianming is also a scholar, maybe they'll get along."

An Jing paused, then nodded.

After a long while, he got up and walked outside.

"Young Master, where are you going again?" Tan Yun couldn't help but ask when she saw An Jing's back.

"Me? I'm going out to buy a few catties of benevolence, righteousness, and morality."