My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: The Little Black Dog Runs Away from Home

By the Yu State River, inside Jishi Hall.

“Lady An Jing actually knows how to prepare medicine, that’s quite impressive.”

“Aunt Liu, you’re really joking, my husband prepared everything for me. This medicine needs to be taken once in the morning and once at night, for a total of three days.”

“Thank you, Lady An Jing, no need to see me out.”

….

Zhao Qingmei watched the middle-aged woman leave and slowly returned inside the hall.

“Miss, I’m back.”

Soon after, the voice of Li Fuzhou came from outside the door.

“Arrest Officer Han?”

Zhao Qingmei followed the voice and saw Li Fuzhou standing next to Han Wenxin, who was holding some pastries in his hand.

“Sister-in-law, you’ve become even more beautiful after a few days.”

Han Wenxin said with a beaming smile, and then glanced behind Zhao Qingmei a few times, as if looking for something.

“Are you looking for something?” Zhao Qingmei asked, noticing Han Wenxin’s wandering gaze.

“This is the Ruyi Cake from my shop, just freshly baked. I bought two portions. I heard Miss Tan likes them very much; where is she?”

Han Wenxin said, putting down a portion of the cakes.

“Oh, she went to wash clothes by the river,” Zhao Qingmei said with a knowing, half-smiling expression.

“Alright, I understand. You go ahead with your work, sister-in-law.”

Upon hearing this, Han Wenxin was delighted, seeing it as a good opportunity to be alone with her.

After saying this, he quickly headed toward the riverbank.

Watching Han Wenxin’s retreating figure, Zhao Qingmei said, “Third Master, you don’t seem to be worried?”

Li Fuzhou said with certainty, “Tan Yun won’t take a fancy to that little rascal Han Wenxin.”

“That’s true.”

Zhao Qingmei nodded, seemingly struck by a thought, “The Ghost-faced Buddha is following, right?”

An Jing did not seem very willing to let Li Fuzhou follow him, so Zhao Qingmei could only resort to having an expert from the sect secretly protect him.

By all logic, a Second Grade expert in Yu State City should be among the elite, and unless they encountered the Cao Gang or that peerless swordsman, there would be absolutely no danger.

Even if they did encounter danger, the Ghost-faced Buddha only needed to hold out for a moment, and she and Li Fuzhou could easily arrive in no time.

“Miss, rest assured, the Ghost-faced Buddha will surely protect your husband completely.”

Li Fuzhou furrowed his brow and said, “The experts of the Human Sect have been dispatched to search for that swordsman. Several days have passed, and there is still no word….”

Since the demon exorcism event at Fa Xi Temple, Zhao Qingmei had been planning to recruit that peerless swordsman. The experts of the Demon Sect had spread out to gather information about the peerless swordsman, but they had come up empty. This person seemed to appear out of nowhere and then vanish just as suddenly.

Zhao Qingmei’s gaze was cold, and she spoke with an even tone, “It doesn’t matter; the Human Sect’s network is still being deployed gradually. We shouldn’t rush this matter. Moreover, that swordsman is not ordinary, and he might not be willing to join our Demon Sect.”

As the Demon Sect began its resurgence, the first thing was for the Human Sect experts to enter Great Yan and start spreading their undercover network. Although there were some connections previously, most of them had been severed and needed to be re-established. This was one of the reasons Li Fuzhou had personally come to Great Yan.

Once the network was established and a formidable intelligence network was in place, that would only be the first step in the Demon Sect’s comeback.

And for Zhao Qingmei to find out the cause of Jiang Shang’s death, she also needed the strong intelligence network of the Human Sect.

Li Fuzhou spoke in a serious tone, “Also, that person in Yujing City seems rather displeased with our disrupting Fa Xi Temple’s seal this time, after all, that seal was protecting his Zhao family’s rule.”

Zhao Qingmei’s tone remained very calm, showing neither happiness nor sorrow, “If he has complaints, let him tell me directly. If he wants to cooperate with our Demon Sect, he has to be prepared.”

Li Fuzhou sighed softly, “Sect Hierarch, after all, it was Sect Master Jiang who personally negotiated this cooperation. Although you have some reluctance in your heart, since the matter has already been decided, we might as well take advantage of his influence to establish our foothold first, and plan further thereafter.”

The Sect Master Jiang he mentioned was naturally Zhao Qingmei’s senior brother, Earth Sect Sect Master Jiang Renyi.

The cooperation between the Demon Sect and that person in Yujing City had been agreed upon four years ago, when Zhao Qingmei was not yet the Sect Hierarch.

As far as Li Fuzhou was concerned, cooperation between the two sides was like negotiating with a tiger for its skin, it was just a matter of seeing which tiger was more ferocious. If that was the case, they might as well use that person’s influence to plot their own course.

Zhao Qingmei did not say anything. She knew in her heart that what Li Fuzhou said made sense. The Demon Sect’s resurgence was not as easy as one might imagine. Without knowing how to take advantage of the situation and leverage other forces, no matter how deep the Demon Sect’s foundations were, it was just wishful thinking.

After pondering for a moment, Li Fuzhou said, “By the way, Sect Master Jiang is already aware of everything you’ve done after arriving in Great Yan….”

“Jiang Renyi knows?”

Zhao Qingmei frowned, “Did you tell him?”

Li Fuzhou shook his head, “The Sect Hierarch instructed me to keep it a secret, so naturally, I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“Then it must have been the Vermilion Bird Seat….”

Zhao Qingmei’s eyes narrowed, her voice remaining very calm.

The four Seat Masters of the Demon Sect were all top-notch experts, directly under the Demon Sect Sect Hierarch, and the Vermilion Bird Seat Master was even a personal attendant to Zhao Qingmei, just four years her senior. They had grown up together, practicing martial arts and growing up together, with a bond like sisters.

Seeing this, Li Fuzhou said in a grave voice, “As the personal attendant to the Sect Hierarch, the Vermilion Bird Seat Master was concerned for your safety, so it’s normal that she reported the situation to Sect Master Jiang.”

Zhao Qingmei in front of An Jing was as gentle as water, the very picture of a refined lady. However, Li Fuzhou knew that Zhao Qingmei was ruthless and resolute, and even he was secretly in awe of her.

Going against her orders this time, even the sister-like Vermilion Bird Seat Master, if not killed, might be forced to resign for her mistake. Now, after years of recuperation, the Demon Sect had just begun to regain strength and was planning a resurgent comeback, a crucial time to have reliable people around.

“I will handle her in my own way.”

Zhao Qingmei said calmly, “If Jiang Renyi knows, then he knows. It’s a matter that he’d find out sooner or later, and I didn’t plan to hide it from anyone.”

With a frown, Li Fuzhou remained silent in the end.

Zhao Qingmei rubbed her temples and said softly, “By the way, if Jiang Renyi comes to Great Yan, you must tell me first.”

“I know, but he likely won’t come in the short term,”

Li Fuzhou was naturally aware of what she was worried about.

…….

By the Yu State River.

Underneath the dense green canopy lay rows of slightly mottled greyish-white walls; tender shadows of willows danced on the water’s surface, intertwined with the sounds of orioles as wooden covered boats glided by.

Laughter full of teasing and banter rose from the riverside.

In the simple and quiet ancient city, a tree adorned with phoenix-red flowers swayed in the wind, their petals falling into the river.

“Smack!” “Smack!”

Tan Yun squatted at the riverbank, beating clothes with a wooden bat while mumbling to herself.

“How can a living person just disappear?”

Ever since her return from Fa Xi Temple, she often thought of the demon-slaying event that day, especially the peerlessly graceful figure, and those familiar-looking eyes.

For some reason, she always found herself secretly comparing that unparalleled swordsman to her intended groom.

“My fiancé is too awful,”

Tan Yun hurriedly shook her head, pouted, and said, “He just knows how to bully me, bossing me around every day. He’s nothing like that swordsman; at least the swordsman never bullies me.”

As she said this, her cheeks turned red; she unconsciously looked around. Upon seeing no one nearby, she relaxed slightly.

“Bad fiancé, stinky fiancé!” Tan Yun muttered under her breath as she continued to pound the clothes, as if they were An Jing himself.

“Miss Tan! Miss Tan!”

It was at that moment a voice called out from a distance.

“Hmm?!”

Tan Yun followed the sound only to see Han Wenxin running towards her, excitedly holding a box of cakes.

What’s Han Wenxin doing here?

Tan Yun frowned slightly but quickly pretended to be nonchalant.

“I finally found you,” Han Wenxin arrived, panting.

“Officer Han, what brings you here? Is there something you need me for?” Tan Yun stood up, holding her wet hands in front of her chest.

So big!

Han Wenxin, beholding the surging waves in front of her chest, felt his heart skip a beat uncontrollably. He believed that Tan Yun was truly blessed by nature. Even as an unmarried maiden, she was of such ample size that, in Han’s experience,

if she were to marry later and then….

Han Wenxin covertly swallowed, saying, “I was on patrol just now, and as I found myself at leisure, I came by Jishi Hall. Here, I brought you these cakes on my way. From Zhu’s store, freshly made Ruyi Cakes.”

“Ruyi Cakes from Zhu’s?”

Upon hearing this, Tan Yun’s eyes lit up.

An Jing was right after all.

Inwardly pleased with himself, Han Wenxin thought if one wanted to capture a girl’s heart, the way to it was through her stomach.

“That Ruyi Cake from Zhu’s store, my fiancé just bought some for me the day before yesterday,” Tan Yun said as she remembered something, then waved her hands to refuse.

Eat during the day, gain weight at night.

That’s what the fiancé said.

Eating too much and getting fat wasn’t good, especially since the flesh on her chest lately seemed to be growing more abundant. What if her fiancé came to disdain her for it? With this in mind, Tan Yun felt even more resolute.

Right, she absolutely couldn’t eat this Ruyi Cake from Zhu’s.

“Ah?”

Hearing Tan Yun’s response, Han Wenxin was taken aback.

“If you’ve already had Ruyi Cake from Zhu’s, how about candied fruit from the east town?”

“I won’t have it, I just ate that the day before yesterday.”

“Sugar-cooked cheesecake, now this is really delicious,” Han Wenxin persistently said, unwilling to give up.

“It’s too sweet; I don’t want it,” Tan Yun, unable to bear with Han Wenxin’s incessant nagging, said somewhat impatiently.

Why was Han Wenxin acting like a plaster sticking to her, especially at her worst times?

“Alright then,”

Seeing her reaction, Han Wenxin cautiously said, “Is there anything you want to do, any place you want to go, or perhaps some small wish you have?”

“A wish? Are you going to fulfill it for me?”

Tan Yun glanced at Han Wenxin, raising her eyebrows slightly.

“Of course, as long as it’s within my power, I wouldn’t hesitate to climb a mountain of swords or plunge into a sea of flames,” Han Wenxin responded, thinking he had a chance, his voice filled with excitement.

Han Wenxin looked over at Tan Yun, who gave him a once-over and thought for a moment before saying, “The dog I was raising ran away from home this morning after I beat it. Can you act as my dog for a few days?”

Han Wenxin: “……”

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