My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

86  Eighty-sixth Chapter: Whispering Under the Starry Moonlit Night
Two days later, Jishi Hall.
By late autumn, the howling north wind traveled south, and the weather gradually became colder.
The leaves on the old locust tree had nearly all fallen, leaving the bare trunk appearing somewhat desolate and bleak.
An Jing sat in front of the medicine cabinet, and the light from the Earth Book was becoming increasingly intense. The likelihood of the sealing breaking tonight was high, and when that happened, nature's spiritual energy would gush forth.
Nature's spiritual energy, as recorded in ancient texts, was refined by Grandmasters. Without the guidance of a Grandmaster's True Qi, it would quickly dissipate into the environment.
So if today was the day the seal broke, he must seize this opportunity. As long as he obtained this strand of nature's spiritual energy, he could accelerate his progress on condensing the Earth Flower.
"That old codger, Li Fuzhou, has been following me around these past few days. I need to think of a plan tonight."
An Jing looked down in thought, then glanced at the little black pup lying at his feet, "Little Blackie, come, help me think of..."
"Woof~~Woof!"
Little Blackie instantly bristled and quickly walked toward the back hall, as if afraid of hearing something he shouldn't.
Just then, Li Fuzhou came out holding a large jar, and Little Blackie bumped into Li Fuzhou's legs, tumbling over in the process.
"What's the rush?"
Li Fuzhou raised an eyebrow and scolded Little Blackie, "You often listen to me reading books; you've picked up some knowledge. I have cautioned you time and again, in situations like this, one must not be too impetuous or panicky. What state are you in now!?"
"Woof~wuu!"
Little Blackie whimpered and then sat down on the ground, tilting his head to look at Li Fuzhou.
An Jing, seeing Li Fuzhou's serious demeanor, suddenly found it amusing. This old man was actually taking such trouble with a dog.
"What's in this jar?"
Li Fuzhou gave a faint smile and said, "It's medicinal wine brewed by the young lady for your son-in-law; she said it can be used by year-end."
"That sounds good; it has everything it should have in it, right?"
An Jing peeked into the jar.
"I wouldn't know."
Li Fuzhou placed the jar on the ground, smiling amiably, "Young Master, I heard you don't like drinking medicinal wine?"
"Who's been spouting nonsense? Was it Tan Yun again?"
An Jing gazed at the medicinal wine Zhao Qingmei had brewed for him and said, "This is a fine thing; how could I not love it? Besides, my wife brewed this for me; I'll make sure to finish it all."
This isn't just medicinal wine; it's my wife's love for me.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
Li Fuzhou coughed a few times, "This medicinal wine is too potent; you won't be able to finish it alone. I can help share some of that burden, young master."
Damn!
An Jing finally understood. This old fellow wanted his medicinal wine.
Sure enough, no man would ever refuse something that benefits vitality and vigor.
Seeing An Jing's reluctance, Li Fuzhou sighed and said, "Madam Zhao has been asking me..."
"You're right; I definitely can't finish this wine alone."
An Jing quickly interrupted Li Fuzhou.
"That's right, Young Master."
Li Fuzhou nodded in satisfaction, "I have to attend to something tonight, so I won't be keeping accounts for young master. Also, Zhou Xianming is coming back soon; remember to give me some 'wages' when the time comes."
Having said that, Li Fuzhou walked away chuckling.
An Jing watched Li Fuzhou's retreating figure, knowing his so-called business was nothing more than frequenting brothels.
With Li Fuzhou not following him, it was a good opportunity for An Jing to slip out.
Thinking this, An Jing quickly began closing up the shop.
"Husband, isn't it too early to be closing up?"
Zhao Qingmei came out and saw An Jing boarding up, she couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Han Wenxin told me there's a prisoner suffering from a chill in jail; he asked me to take a look." An Jing had already thought of an excuse.
Zhao Qingmei raised an eyebrow and then gave An Jing a suspicious look, "Is that for real?"
"For real, of course, it is. I need to hurry and check it out."
An Jing said with a straight face.
"Alright then, it's cold tonight so wear more clothes," Zhao Qingmei, seeing An Jing's serious face, finally nodded her head.
After all, with a Demon Sect master by his side, he should be safe.
"Don't worry, my wife. Just wait for my return."
An Jing smiled, secured the wooden planks, picked up the small medical kit, and walked out of Jishi Hall.
.......
At the wine tavern in Wuyang, in a private room on the second floor.
Han Wenxin looked at An Jing with a sense of lament, "Brother An, it has been a long time since we've enjoyed wine and cheerful conversation like today."
Since An Jing got married, he had rarely come out to drink with him, and Han Wenxin wondered why today he had asked him out for drinks.
"Indeed."
An Jing sighed and said, "There's no more surplus grain at home."
"Brother An, let's not talk about that now. Let's drink."
Han Wenxin raised his glass, "I hope this cup can dispel the recent sorrows and troubles."
"Sorrows and troubles?" An Jing looked at Han Wenxin and asked, "Is it because of Miss Dai?"
"Let the past be carried away by the wind, let's not bring it up again." Han Wenxin said with a profound look.
"What happened? Were you rejected?"
"How could I be!?"
Han Wenxin said seriously, "That day, after I took her to the Three Temples Mountain Faxi Temple, I planned to return home. But Miss Dai insisted on keeping me there, inviting me to watch the stars. In the end, it was I who resolutely refused."
An Jing, full of questions, said, "Watch the stars? She invited you? And you refused?"
An Jing felt like he was listening to a fairy tale, everything was fake except for the names.
"I swear every word I said is true, if not, may Zhou Xianming that old fellow get the top mark in this autumn's examination."
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Seeing An Jing's expression, Han Wenxin quickly said, "I'm telling you, just yesterday she asked me to join her for a trip along the Yu State River. Unable to decline such earnestness, I reluctantly went. The journey was utterly dull, and when I came back, I had old Master from Mazi Lane calculate our compatibility."
"I found out that our horoscopes are incompatible."
An Jing raised an eyebrow, "Horoscopes do not match?"
"Yes, our horoscopes do not match."
Han Wenxin sighed and said, "My father said it would create conflicts. Moreover, she came to see me again today, and I straightforwardly rejected her feelings. I told her that I am a man like the wind, not meant to stay for her. You don't understand, seeing her utterly heartbroken nearly made me relent. But then I remembered your words, Brother An, and that firmly decided my resolve."
After finishing, Han Wenxin still appeared contemplative and relieved.
An Jing, unable to contain his curiosity, asked, "Brother Han, what did I say?"
"You've forgotten? It was you who once told me,"
Han Wenxin threw an arm around An Jing's shoulders, declaiming spiritedly, "We should use the time it takes to chase a horse to cultivate a prairie, instead of giving up a whole forest for one tree."
An Jing wondered, "Did I say that?"
He used to enjoy chatting about various trivial things with Han Wenxin, but he had mostly forgotten them.
However, that was all in the past. Now he was a respectable man....
"You did."
Han Wenxin, excitedly pointing at a distant high rise, said, "Brother An, you are like a bright lamp on my life's path, guiding me forward, straight to the brothel."
Damn!
I don't want to be that kind of lamp.
An Jing's face darkened upon hearing this.
"Come, Brother An, let's heartily drink this cup!"
"Let's drink!"
....
After three rounds of drinks and five courses of dishes.
"Come... let's drink."
Han Wenxin was so drunk he was unconscious, mumbling as he lay on the table, still holding a wine jug in his hand.
An Jing stretched a bit and nonchalantly took out a dark blue cloak from a small medicine box.
"Brother Han, you keep drinking here for a while."
He had important matters to attend to, and inviting Han Wenxin for a drink was just a cover.
By then, Han Wenxin had lost his senses, his hand subconsciously bringing the jug to his mouth, but as he took a sip, he furrowed his brows and couldn't help but curse, "This doesn't taste right...."
An Jing, having changed his clothes, asked, "What's wrong with it?"
This tavern's wine was the most famous in Yu State City, noted not only for its reasonable price but also for its exceptional taste.
"Not... not salty enough."
Han Wenxin murmured softly, then leaned on the table and licked his lips.
Upon hearing this, An Jing paused for a while, then said with a faint voice, "So, Brother Han likes the taste of pickled vegetables."
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