Chapter 42: The peerless master is really ordinary

Chapter 42: Peerless Master, Truly Ordinary

Both of them had high cultivation, both at the Fourth Rank Realm, and were well-known Jianghu masters in Jiangnan Province.

The Cao Family was one of the Four Great Families in Jiangnan Province, with many masters within it; not to mention Guest Elders, the Cao Family itself had countless masters, and the Cao Family Patriarch, Cao Hongkuo, was even a Second Rank master.

Therefore, two masters at the Fourth Rank Realm were indeed not too difficult for the Cao Family.

An Jing nodded and said, “I only need these two herbs, He Shou Wu and Rhodiola. I will add some other herbs, boil them over high heat, then simmer for two hours, and then give it to Young Miss Cao. Finally, the three of you should stand in three different directions, channeling Internal Energy starting from the Hand Three Yang Meridians and ending at the Foot Three Yang Meridians, repeating this cycle three times.”

Guo Qing and Bai Qiushui both nodded, not daring to be careless in the slightest. Everyone knew that Cao Ling'er was the apple of Old Madam Cao’s eye.

Upon receiving An Jing’s prescription, the Cao Family immediately purchased the herbs and began brewing the medicinal soup.

The weak Cao Ling'er slowly opened her eyes, looking at the broad back in front of her.

For some reason, she felt that back was unusually tall, giving her a strange sense of security.

“Rest well, you’ll be fine soon.”

An Jing chuckled, preparing to leave with his medicine box on his back.

“Alright, alright…” Cao Ling'er responded weakly.

When Old Madam Cao saw An Jing about to leave, she instructed the maid next to her, “Yulan, quickly give the consultation fee to Dr. An.”

The maid named Yulan quickly took out a silver ingot and placed it in An Jing’s palm, smiling, “This is the consultation fee, Little Doctor An, please keep it.”

An Jing graciously accepted the silver, smiling, “Then I thank Old Madam. After Young Miss drinks this medicinal soup, see if she improves. If there are any other problems, just come find me at Ji Shi Clinic.”

Old Madam nodded, just about to speak, when Steward Cao hurried over and whispered, “Old Madam, Old Madam, the Patriarch said he has something important to discuss with you.”

“What is it? Ling'er is sick now and needs care!” Old Madam frowned and snapped.

Steward Cao glanced at An Jing and Li Fuzhou, then whispered into her ear, “The Patriarch said, about the Yulanpen Festival (Ghost Festival), the Cao Gang wants to unite with the Four Great Families to eliminate that swordsman…”

Steward Cao’s voice was very low, but who were An Jing and Li Fuzhou? Naturally, they heard every word he said.

“I understand.” Old Madam’s expression changed slightly upon hearing this, then she looked at An Jing, “Yulan, help me see off the guests.”

“Yes, Old Madam.” Yulan bowed slightly in response.

“Then I shall take my leave.”

An Jing cupped his fists at Old Madam and rose to depart.

As dusk deepened, Ji Shi Clinic was still lit by flickering lamps.

“You’re back, was it nothing serious?” Zhao Qingmei, wearing an outer coat, took the medicine box from An Jing’s hand and asked.

“Nothing serious.” An Jing took a sip of the prepared tea and said, “Dr. An has miraculous healing powers, don’t you believe me?”

“My Lord’s medical skills are indeed remarkable.” Li Fuzhou nodded slightly.

Zhao Qingmei knew in her heart that Li Fuzhou would not flatter others, and there were very few people in the entire Demonic Cult who could make him flatter them.

“You’re just a glib talker. Are you hungry? I’ll make you some noodles.”

Zhao Qingmei playfully glared at An Jing, then, carrying a lamp, walked towards the kitchen.

Every time An Jing went out for a night call, no matter how late, Zhao Qingmei would hold a lamp, waiting for him to return safely, and then make him a bowl of noodles when he came back.

Such days repeated themselves, peaceful and warm.

An Jing sat by the table, his brows slightly raised. It seemed that after he killed Tie Yunshan and Liu Haoping, he had indeed provoked this giant. They were now discussing how to deal with him. His identity must not be exposed. If he were alone, it would be fine, but if Qing Mei and Tan Yun were put in danger, that would be troublesome.

“My Lord, what are you thinking about?” Li Fuzhou asked, seeing that An Jing had been silent.

An Jing casually said, “I was thinking that the Cao Family truly lives up to its name as one of the Four Great Families in Jiangnan Province. With just a summons, they can produce two masters at the Fourth Rank Realm. It’s truly astonishing.”

A Fourth Rank Realm cultivation was already considered a master in the eyes of ordinary people, so it was understandable for An Jing to say this.

“There are many people in this world who bow for profit, and even Jianghu masters are no exception.”

“You’re right, but I am an exception.”

“My Lord, what if you became such a master?”

Suddenly, Li Fuzhou asked.

“Master? A Fourth Rank cultivation?” An Jing asked in confusion.

“No, even higher.” Li Fuzhou shook his head.

“Third Rank?”

“Even higher.”

“Then that would be Second Rank or even First Rank.” An Jing couldn’t help but say, “These are masters who can enter the Jianghu dragon and tiger rankings.”

“Exactly, My Lord, if you were such a great master, what would you do?” Li Fuzhou asked with interest.

An Jing thought for a moment and said, “If I were such a master, I would pretend to be an ordinary person, be an ordinary doctor, as long as I could live a good life with Qing Mei.”

Li Fuzhou raised his eyebrows, and said with a complex tone, “My Lord is truly a fascinating person. Who in this world would be like this, leaving the Jianghu before even entering it?”

He did not agree with An Jing’s idea. A true man, born between heaven and earth, possessing extremely high strength, yet still thinking of comfort?

Furthermore, Li Fuzhou also didn’t believe such a person existed; Little Doctor must have never thought of becoming a master.

An Jing gently sipped his tea, thinking to himself: But that’s exactly what I’m doing.

Soon, Zhao Qingmei came out carrying two bowls of noodles.

“Thank you.”

Li Fuzhou quickly stood up and took the noodles.

“Old Li, you’re in luck.”

An Jing, however, said with a calm demeanor, “Madam, where’s my garlic?”

“I peeled it for you already.”

Zhao Qingmei took out several peeled garlic cloves and placed them on the table.

Seeing this, Li Fuzhou couldn’t help but glance at Zhao Qingmei’s slender hands. He never expected that these hands, which one day would not kill, would actually peel garlic for someone. This kid’s luck is really good, he really knows how to enjoy life.

“Madam, you should go to sleep first. I still need to go out.”

An Jing said while eating his noodles.

“So late, and you still need to go out?” Zhao Qingmei sat down, smiling, “Where are you going?”

Seeing this, An Jing quickly said, “Madam, please don’t misunderstand. Didn’t they say the herbs from the herb garden arrived in the west of the city today? I’m afraid those people won’t cherish the herbs, so I’m going to check and make sure they don’t get damaged.”

“Let Third Master go with you,” Zhao Qingmei said.

“I can go alone. It’s so late, just let Old Li rest.” An Jing waved his hand, “I’ll be back in about half an hour.”

He wasn’t going for the herbs in the west of the city, but for the Vermillion Fruit of the Cao Family. How troublesome would it be to bring Li Fuzhou?

Seeing An Jing’s persistence, Zhao Qingmei bit her red lips and softly said, “Okay, then you must go and return quickly.”

“I understand.”

Looking at Zhao Qingmei’s affectionate gaze, An Jing immediately felt his little heart being scratched by a cat’s paw.