My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 134: Chapter 134 Break of the Thunderous Coffin (Thanks to the reward from the Tearless Lazy Worm)

Yu State City, Jishi Hall.

At this time, Jishi Hall had already been turned into a mourning hall, with a pitch-black, heavy coffin placed in the center.

During the day, many citizens of Yu State City came to pay their respects.

Come nightfall, only Han Wenxin remained to keep the night vigil.

He sat near the coffin, dressed in the coarse hemp clothing of mourning.

Little Blackie hadn’t seen Tan Yun or An Jing in two days and, at this moment, seemed to understand something, letting out mournful howls.

“Arrest officer Han, what should we do with this medicine chest?” Niu Fu walked in and asked, “I see that Doctor An never left it behind.”

“Since Brother An has gone, put all these things into the coffin,” Han Wenxin said, eyes tightly shut as he sighed.

“That’s the only thing to do now.”

Having said that, Niu Fu then placed the medicine chest into the coffin as well.

After tidying up a bit, Niu Fu left the mourning hall.

Han Wenxin, petting Little Blackie lying on the ground, whispered: “Brother An, oh Brother An, we’ve known each other for years, and yet, you’ve suddenly departed from this world…”

These past few days, he had been continuously inquiring about the news of An Jing’s sudden collapse, hoping to find some clue, but no matter how thoroughly he searched, there wasn’t a single trace to be found.

As people on the streets said, An Jing had suddenly fallen and then stopped breathing all at once, dying without any warning.

“Could it be poisoning?”

Han Wenxin furrowed his brow, then shook his head.

An Jing was a doctor, and there were very few who could poison someone like him—certainly, it had to be a master of poison from Jianghu, but if that were the case, why go through such great trouble?

“Woof! Woof! Woof!”

Little Blackie suddenly started barking excitedly at An Jing’s coffin.

“Little Blackie, what are you doing?”

Han Wenxin grabbed Little Blackie.

But Little Blackie kept circling the coffin, ignoring Han Wenxin completely.

“Ah, even the dog’s gone mad.”

Seeing this, Han Wenxin felt even more heartbroken, “Brother An, rest assured, I will make sure to investigate this matter thoroughly.”

The moonlight was bleak and cold, bringing a chill with it.

Not far from Jishi Hall, a figure crouched on the flying eaves.

This person was none other than Shui Zhongyue, the Guardian of the Demon Sect’s Human Branch.

“Guardian Tan is missing as well…”

As a high-ranking member of the Human Branch of the Demon Sect, Shui Zhongyue naturally knew about Tan Yun’s and Zhao Qingmei’s stay at Jishi Hall.

The sudden death of the famed healer of Yu State City had already caused an uproar, and Shui Zhongyue had personally been on watch at Jishi Hall for two days.

The news had already been passed on to the Human Sect’s Sect Master Li Fuzhou, as well as to the Sect Hierarch at Dongluo Pass, through the unique channels of the Human Branch.

Information travels fast within Great Yan, but outside of it, communication slows down. Therefore, Shui Zhongyue could only wait for orders from Li Fuzhou.

However, he was surprised by Tan Yun’s disappearance. How could he vanish without a trace?

With Tan Yun’s Second Grade cultivation, he was considered skilled in Jianghu. Who could have killed him unnoticed and erased all evidence of his existence?

“Damn it!”

Shui Zhongyue saw red as he thought of something.

“Swoosh! Swoosh!”

Just then, a figure swept by.

And then whispered, “Guardian, there’s news from the spy in Lijiang City. It seems that Guardian Tan’s shadow has been spotted, but she didn’t contact the local undercover agents.”

“What!?”

Shui Zhongyue’s heart jolted, a look of confusion spreading across his face.

Why would Tan Yun go to Lijiang City alone without contacting fellow spies from the Human Sect? What was the reason for this?

….

The fourteenth year of Xingping, the twenty-first day of the second month.

Avoid: Wedding, Offering Sacrifices, Praying for Blessings, Seeking Offspring.

Suitable: Digging Wells, Burial, Planting, Traveling.

Outside Yu State City, atop the North Mountain.

Atop a burial mound, paper money took flight in the raging winds.

Han Wenxin knelt before the grave, his face etched with sorrow.

Little Blackie too lay on the ground, making whimpering cries.

“Brother An!”

Han Wenxin, looking at that burial mound, spoke with a serious tone, “Rest assured, from now on I will intensify my martial arts practice and will uncover the truth behind your death.”

While saying this, Han Wenxin poured out the liquor from his flask.

Thinking about not having someone to drink and boast with in the future, Han Wenxin couldn’t help but wipe away tears from the corner of his eyes.

He vowed in his heart to find the person behind An Jing’s murder and avenge his death.

“Ah.”

Han Wenxin sat on the mound, muttering nonstop, his thoughts drifting back to when he first met.

“The first time I saw you, I knew you were not an ordinary person; you were even more handsome and carefree than I, seems like heaven envies the talented.”

“Brother An, with your departure, this world has lost a confidant.”

“With so many people in this world, who will understand me now?”

“On Three Temple Mountain, the vegetarian food isn’t bad, but dammit, there’s not a single woman, and they keep telling me to abstain from desires.”

“Buddha, oh Buddha, if Brother An could truly come back to life, I, Han Wenxin, swear I will abstain from desires for his sake.”

….

Han Wenxin sat by the mound, drinking a sip and pouring out another, speaking everything that came to his mind.

After a while, the liquor in the flask was gone, and Han Wenxin felt a bit tipsy.

“Brother An, I’m going now. I’ll come to see you whenever I have time in the future.”

Han Wenxin took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and then turned to Little Blackie, “You should come back with me to Three Temple Mountain. You are the dog left by Brother An. From now on, if I have something to eat, so will you. I definitely won’t mistreat you.”

With that, he reached out to pick up Little Blackie.

“Woof! Woof!”

Seeing Han Wenxin stretch out his hand, Little Blackie hastily ran off into the distance.

“Little fellow, you don’t want to leave?”

Seeing this, Han Wenxin, with a trace of sadness in his expression, said, “Ah well, be free then.”

Han Wenxin sighed deeply and then walked away.

Little Blackie found a comfortable spot and continued to lie by the mound, as if watching over An Jing below.

……

Yujing Road, Heavenly Gate City.

Approaching Heavenly Gate City means you are not far from Yujing City.

Within Lai Fu Inn.

“Mr. Li, are you really not entering Yujing City?” Zhou Xianming packed up his luggage and asked.

“I have some old friends to visit, so I’m not in a hurry to enter,” Li Fuzhou said with a smile.

“Alright, then I’ll go ahead and enter Yujing City first,” Zhou Xianming said, clasping his fists.

The days spent together had endear Yu Xianming to Li Fuzhou, who was both a mentor and a friend, and now the farewell naturally came with a sense of reluctance.

“Go on, be extremely cautious once you’re in Yujing City.”

Li Fuzhou’s expression also became somewhat solemn.

He was very clear about Zhou Xianming, a man of talent and ambition. Such people, once they entered official service, couldn’t be concealed; and likewise, they often caused constant upheaval.

“I understand,” Zhou Xianming said.

He was no longer a naive youth.

He had traveled far and wide, and his decision to enter official service was backed by confidence. In these tumultuous times for Great Yan, someone needed to steer the course of events.

And he was confident—he was that person, or at least he was determined to become that person.

The two men looked at each other, Zhou Xianming bowed, and then departed.

A goodbye was for the sake of a better reunion in the future.

Watching Zhou Xianming’s retreating figure, Li Fuzhou felt deeply moved. Initially, he had wanted to recruit Zhou Xianming, but then he realized the depth of Zhou Xianming’s desire for revenge was such that the current foundation of the Demon Sect was simply insufficient to fulfill it.

Zhou Xianming had a mind as vast as the universe, full of deep ravines—very much like Li Fuzhou himself in his younger days.

Let him collide.

Only by hitting the south wall will he learn.

Even after Zhou Xianming’s figure had vanished, Li Fuzhou still gazed in the direction he had gone, as if watching Zhou Xianming, yet also as if looking towards Yujing City.

Just then, a figure hurried over.

“Sect Master, we have an urgent report from Jiangnan Dao.”

This person was the innkeeper of Lai Fu Inn, and also a covert spy for the Human Sect.

“Speak quickly,” Li Fuzhou said, raising an eyebrow.

The innkeeper of Lai Fu hurriedly said, “An urgent report from Guardian of the Waters in Yu State City, Jiangnan Dao: Doctor An Jing of Jishi Hall suddenly died a violent death, the cause unknown, currently under investigation. Guardian Tan Yun has also disappeared and was later spotted in Lijiang City, apparently heading for Yujing City.”

“What!?”

Li Fuzhou was stunned to hear this news.

An Jing is dead!?

Tan Yun has fled!?

Who was An Jing?

He was none other than the cherished companion of Zhao Qingmei, the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect.

These two pieces of news were like a bolt from the blue, and even a man as composed as Li Fuzhou couldn’t help but show a change in his expression.

Li Fuzhou took a deep breath and said, “Tan Yun is now in Lijiang City? Send her a message through a Jianghu expert and tell her to rush to Heaven Gate City immediately.”

“Yes.”

The innkeeper of Lai Fu quickly acknowledged and then hurried away.

Li Fuzhou then started to think rapidly.

An Jing died a violent death!?

That young doctor had a long and stable Qi Mechanism, a ruddy complexion with a healthy glow, and his walk was always steady and balanced—clearly a sign of robust health.

How could he possibly die suddenly and violently?! If there had been any abnormality, Zhao Qingmei would certainly have noticed and likely would have treated it early on.

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And why Tan Yun would leave Jishi Hall, not even sending a secret letter to himself.

It must be that someone wants to kill this young doctor, and that person is most likely from the Demon Sect, Tan Yun didn’t dare to use Human Sect spies to send the secret letter for fear of….

“Could it be Jiang Renyi!?”

Li Fuzhou shook his head and said, “It’s unlikely that Jiang Renyi would be that foolish.”

Zhao Qingmei had already reached the Grandmaster Realm, and moreover, she hadn’t killed Jiang Renyi, leaving room for both of them. At this moment, provoking her would undoubtedly be a death wish.

“Could it be Duanmu Xinghua?”

Duanmu Xinghua, as the master of the Heavenly Sect and the most powerful person in the Demon Sect after Zhao Qingmei, commanded the Demon Sect’s most elite and strongest masters. Although their numbers weren’t many, all were of Second Grade and First Grade Cultivation.

But what could be her motive?

When Zhao Qingmei first ascended to the position of Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect, she was her strongest supporter, and it’s unlikely she’d be unaware of Zhao Qingmei’s temperament. If she really wanted to kill An Jing, that too seems unlikely.

Li Fuzhou’s brows furrowed tightly as he began to think rapidly. He knew Tan Yun must know something.

“That young doctor…”

Thinking that An Jing just died like that, Li Fuzhou couldn’t help but exhale deeply, a sense of regret arising in his heart.

Li Fuzhou had foreseen this situation long ago.

After all, Zhao Qingmei was the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect, while her husband was a rather ordinary doctor.

Zhao Qingmei alone had to bear all the pressure, and An Jing would inevitably become her restraint in the future, a vulnerability, which would also likely implicate the Demon Sect.

This vulnerability was far too fatal!

After all, in Li Fuzhou’s view, Zhao Qingmei and An Jing seemed like people from two different worlds.

But the young doctor’s wife was quite outstanding, having both vision and a good nature. Like a piece of uncut jade, but unnoticed, weathered by wind and sun, it had turned into mere stone.

“This scene is all too familiar…..”

An Jing’s death made him think of that woman, adding a touch more of melancholy to Li Fuzhou’s expression.

Different people, yet the same outcome.

“Sect Hierarch….”

Li Fuzhou thought of how Zhao Qingmei would react to this news and he couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

He decided not to pass the information through Human Sect spy letters to Dongluo Pass but to personally send a letter to Zhao Qingmei, although it would be later. He felt that this matter could likely cause severe turmoil within the Demon Sect.

…..

Dongluo Pass, Dongluo Tower.

In a refined, elegant pavilion.

Zhao Qingmei leaned on a lounger, her beautiful eyebrows tightly furrowed, continually fiddling with the paper man in her hand.

“What’s wrong with my husband, he hasn’t responded to me for two days.”

Zhao Qingmei bit her lip, feeling a little nervous and anxious.

Normally as soon as she fiddled with the paper man, An Jing would quickly respond to her. Even at his busiest, he would find a moment, but since yesterday there had been no response, which was somewhat abnormal.

“Could it be that the paper man is damaged?”

Zhao Qingmei touched the paper man, “Or is it… No, there mustn’t be any other possibility.”

The paper man was quite fragile, and combined with An Jing’s careless nature, it really might be possible.

“The Heavenly Flipping Seal is connected to my bloodline, at the moment there’s no abnormality, which suggests he should not be in mortal danger….”

But still, she couldn’t set her mind at ease.

“Qiurong!”

Zhao Qingmei called out.

“Subordinate is here!”

In the next instant, the voice of Yu Qiurong came from outside the door.

“`

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In the Demon Sect, Tan Yun was not Zhao Qingmei’s personal maid, and their relationship was not particularly close.

The true personal maid of Zhao Qingmei was actually Yu Qiurong, who, aside from the head of the Xuanwu Sect, was another person promoted by Zhao Qingmei.

Zhao Qingmei said indifferently, “Go check on the information of Jishi Hall in Yu State City, and be quick, the faster the better.”

When Yu Qiurong heard this, she was somewhat reluctant, but still responded, “I understand.”

In her view, a person like Zhao Qingmei was bound to achieve supreme dominance in the future; no man was worthy of her, let alone an unremarkable doctor from Yu State City.

However, since Yu Qiurong had gained insight into Zhao Qingmei’s affections the last time, she knew that Zhao Qingmei had truly fallen in love, so at this moment she dared not tamper with the matter any longer.

Yu Qiurong left the boudoir and murmured softly, “Since the Sect Hierarch wants to cultivate a harem, why not let the little doctor be a male pet?”

……

The night grew deeper, and the world was shrouded in obscurity.

Yu State City, North Mountain.

Thunder flashed and roared above the sky while the wind howled fiercely.

Soon, rain began to fall, growing heavier and heavier, making the entire North Mountain blur into obscurity.

“Boom!” “Boom!”

The lightning in the sky, like a twisting dragon, emitted deafening sounds.

Yu State City had not seen such a downpour in a long time.

“Boom!”

At that moment, a bolt of lightning struck down like a sharp sword, seemingly crashing onto a mound.

“Thud!”

In the midst of the torrential rain, a breaking sound was heard, and the mound actually exploded open.

Shattered coffin and dirt scattered to the sides, quickly mixing with the rainwater and becoming one with it.

At that moment, a hand reached out from the coffin.

“Bang!”

The hand pressed firmly against the ground, and then a delicate face emerged.

The torrential rain poured down, as if trying to completely submerge the figure.

That person was none other than An Jing.

“Hahaha!”

An Jing lifted his head and laughed loudly, the merciless rain streaming down his cheeks.

His laugh was complex, fueled by fury and relief.

He wasn’t dead!

Jiang Shang’s palm had indeed shattered his heart meridian; by all accounts, he should have been dead without a doubt, but because his Ghost Valley Heart Method had reached the Second Profound, and he had already cultivated the Paperman Substitute Death Skill, he was able to come back to life.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth in his chest.

“Huh?”

An Jing placed his hand on his chest and then fished out something.

It was the seal Zhao Qingmei had left for him in the end; it was now emitting a scorching red light, and the characters on the seal slowly became clear.

“Heavenly Flipping Seal?”

An Jing stared at the words, frowning deeply. He looked closely but didn’t find anything unusual, so he pocketed the Heavenly Flipping Seal.

The rainwater flowed steadily, as if threatening to drown him once again.

“My Dao…”

Thinking of Grandpa Jiang’s last words, An Jing’s eyes were calm, yet within that calmness, one could glimpse a flash of thunder.

Weakness was the original sin.

Grandpa Jiang wasn’t wrong; in this cruel world, being weak was a sin.

As a rabbit, one should expect to be prey to the tiger.

In Grandpa Jiang’s eyes, An Jing was nothing more than an ant in his palm, easily crushed by a flick of the wrist.

An Jing said nothing, deciding it best to keep the harshest words locked inside his heart.

“An Jing is already dead…..”

An Jing took a deep breath, then jumped out of the ground, propping himself up with his hands, and looked around.

He was very familiar with this place; it was the North Mountain outside Yu State City.

Suddenly, something in his bosom seemed to be pulsing.

“Paperman!?”

An Jing reached into his chest, pulled out a paper figure, and thought, “Qingmei probably doesn’t know she’s dead yet.”

With this thought, he quickly followed up with a response.

But in the next instant, the paper figure began to convulse again.

An Jing couldn’t help but smile bitterly, “My lady, please wait for me for a while.”

Now was not the time to respond.

An Jing carefully stowed the paper figure away and set out to restore the coffin and mound of earth to their original state, to truly set Grandpa Jiang’s mind at ease.

“Hm?”

Inside the coffin, he saw his medicine box.

“Though An Jing is dead, the Ghost Swordsman is still alive.”

An Jing chuckled to himself, then picked up the medicine box, and meticulously restored the grave mound to its original form.

Having done all this, he let out a sigh of relief. With a leap of his body, he sped towards Qinghe Pier.

As he raced, he fiddled with the paper figure, thinking, “Having had no news from me for several days, my lady must be anxious.”

The paper figure twitched continuously, warming An Jing’s heart as he saw it.

With someone who cares and worries about me so much, how could I possibly bring myself to die?

A quarter of an hour later, An Jing carefully put away the paper figure.

“Whoosh!”

In Qinghe Pier, a huge snake head surfaced, and An Jing jumped onto the Thousand-year-old Black Python, steering it along the river course towards the inner part of Yu State City.

A significant advantage of the python having been transformed into a Living Puppet was that its Qi Mechanism had completely vanished, making it undetectable to even the most top-notch masters in the world.

Traveling along the river towards the city, the city was shrouded in darkness, all was quiet, and only a few boats hung red lanterns on the river.

The Thousand-year-old Black Python floated at the river bottom, like a ghost walking in the night.

Standing in the middle of Yu State River, An Jing could see the Jishi Hall ahead of him.

At that moment, the lights at Jishi Hall were extinguished, and both the main and side doors were shut tight.

Only Xiao Heizi lay at the doorway, sleeping as if sensing An Jing’s return. It howled twice and looked around.

As for An Jing, he stood on the head of the Thousand-year-old Black Python, quietly observing Jishi Hall, then heaved a heavy sigh.

…..

Inside Yu State City.

An old and worn inn, where rain poured down noisily.

In one of the rooms, an old man was sitting with his eyes closed, concentrating on his thoughts.

This was Old Man Xiang.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, his eyes snapped open, and he immediately performed a calculating gesture with his fingers.

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“It appeared? The Paperman Substitute Death Skill from my Ghost Valley Sect is really interesting.”

The Paperman Substitute Death Skill from the Ghost Valley Sect required the cultivation of the Ghost Valley Heart Method to the Second Profound Realm, and there were very few in the world who understood this method, let alone had cultivated to the Second Profound Realm.

“It must be the Ghost Swordsman that Junior Brother mentioned, truly extraordinary, for he cultivated to the Second Profound Realm so quickly.”

Reaching the Second Profound Realm could be considered as having mastered the Ghost Valley Heart Method to a significant degree, a feat that even those with excellent aptitude would need decades of dedicated cultivation to achieve.

With a stretch of his hand, the old man, Xiang, summoned the sword that lay on the table into his palm.

Teleportation!

The next instant, old man Xiang’s body vanished from the inn.

……

Fa Xi Temple, dorm room.

Han Wenxin was fast asleep on the dorm bed, not having had a good rest for several days.

“Brother Han!”

Just then, a shadow fell into the room and gently patted Han Wenxin’s cheek.

The person was none other than An Jing.

“Xiaohuan, I can’t take it anymore…”

Han Wenxin mumbled drowsily.

“How can a man say he can’t take it?”

“Smack!”

An Jing gave Han Wenxin’s cheek a hard pat.

Han Wenxin suddenly sat up, then looked at An Jing and said, “Brother An, let me sleep a bit more.”

As he spoke, Han Wenxin was ready to fall back onto the bed to continue sleeping, but the next moment, he bolted upright, his face filled with terror.

“You… you…”

An Jing was supposed to be dead, wasn’t he?

Could the person before him be a ghost?

Or was An Jing visiting him in his dreams?

“Don’t you recognize me?” An Jing asked with a smile.

Seeing An Jing’s smile made Han Wenxin even more terrified, tears instantly streaming down his face: “Brother An, I’m sorry, when I drank with you before, I secretly watered down the drinks, I spoke ill of you to Xiaohuan, called you weak and small, even used your name to do some bad things… My conscience must have been eaten by dogs, I, Han Wenxin, am so sorry to you… wuwuwu, you’ve become a ghost and still remember me.”

An Jing’s expression darkened as he asked, “What bad things have you done?”

“I used your handwriting to write a letter to Miss Cao from the Cao Family, inviting her to enjoy the flowers together, but she didn’t come.”

Han Wenxin cried as he continued, “Brother An, I know you died horribly, just tell me who killed you, I will definitely avenge you, please rest in peace and be reincarnated, don’t linger in the mortal world as a lost and wandering ghost.”

“Fuck!”

An Jing slapped Han Wenxin’s bald head hard, “I’m still alive and well.”

Han Wenxin felt pain at the back of his head and froze entirely after hearing An Jing’s words.

“For real?”

“Of course, it’s real.”

Han Wenxin cautiously touched An Jing’s hand, “Wow, this hand is indeed warm.”

“You’re really not dead!?”

Han Wenxin pinched his own thigh, felt a pang of pain, and looked at An Jing in front of him with a shocked expression.

An Jing was actually not dead!?

How on earth could this be!?

An Jing spoke in irritation, “Han Wenxin, I won’t bring up the unscrupulous things you did in the past.”

“Nonsense, all that I’ve just said was blather.”

Han Wenxin, unruffled and angry, said, “An Jing, what exactly is going on? I’ve been keeping watch over your spirit for three days for nothing.”

Taking a deep breath, An Jing said, “It’s a long story, but I’ll make it short. I’ve offended a high-level master and had no choice but to fake my death to escape.”

Han Wenxin said boldly, “Just tell me, I’ll help you take care of it.”

“Let’s not talk about this for now.”

After a moment of thought, An Jing inquired with a serious tone, “How is Tan Yun doing?”

Han Wenxin honestly said, “She has disappeared; I’ve been looking for her for three days.”

“Disappeared?”

An Jing’s brows furrowed, and a chill ran through his heart.

He remembered clearly that when he was about to enter Jishi Hall, Tan Yun was the one who told him to run quickly. Could it be that Lord Jiang had silenced her by killing her?

“Yeah, she just vanished without a trace,” Han Wenxin nodded.

During this period, he had mobilized all his connections to find Tan Yun’s whereabouts, but given his network, how could he possibly find her?

“I understand.”

An Jing took a deep breath, “I can’t stay in Yu State City anymore. I plan to look for Qingmei first. If I miss her on the way, please stop her for me and pass on a message.”

Upon hearing this, Han Wenxin trembled slightly and nodded slightly, “But how shall I contact you?”

An Jing had never disclosed who he had offended, but Han Wenxin knew it must be no ordinary person.

Because when Wang He and his nephew Wang Zhiping had made things difficult for An Jing, he hadn’t even frowned.

“Here’s a paperman.”

An Jing took out two papermen and handed one to Han Wenxin, saying, “Here’s a paperman with which you can contact me. Just move its right hand, and I’ll know immediately.”

“Oh?”

Han Wenxin’s eyes lit up when he saw the paperman, “This is some good stuff. Do you have a bigger one?”

“What do you need it for?”

An Jing’s brow raised.

After playing with it for a while, Han Wenxin laughed, “I plan to invite the best painter in Yu State City to….”

Upon hearing this, An Jing immediately knew what Han Wenxin was thinking, “I advise you to be careful. If the paperman breaks, our contact will, too.”

It was easy for the paperman to break and Han Wenxin liked to tinker with things…

Han Wenxin’s face also turned serious, saying, “An Jing, rest assured, and when do you plan to return?”

“I don’t know, I’ll see after I find Qingmei. As for the fact that I’m still alive, you cannot tell anyone.”

An Jing’s voice grew heavy, and he thought to himself: Once I’ve killed Lord Jiang and rooted out the person behind him, I will come back.

“An Jing, you really did take up martial arts.”

Han Wenxin realized something and said with relief, “I’ve always said, studying is useless, medicine is useless, we need to practice martial arts….”

“By the way, what realm have you reached? Have you reached Sixth Grade yet? You should be careful when you go out.”

Taking a deep breath, An Jing said, “Han Wenxin, take good care of yourself, and don’t forget what I’ve asked you to do.”

After finishing his words, An Jing leapt up and flipped out of the window.

“Damn!”

Han Wenxin wanted to talk more with An Jing, but An Jing had already vanished, “What the heck, disturbing my sweet dream and leaving like that, not even staying for a drink, how inconsiderate.”

After muttering to himself, Han Wenxin seemed to remember something and hastily knelt down.

“Buddha above, I’ve said before that if An Jing could come back to life, I would practice abstinence. I was lying; please do not take it to heart.”