Chapter 8
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Chapter 8: The Medicine God is My Disciple
Tang Xiaorou was overjoyed.
She didn’t expect her goal to be achieved so quickly.
“I, let’s go right now!” Tang Xiaorou’s beautiful eyes sparkled as she spoke.
Fang Yu shook his head and said, “No rush, I don’t want to skip class.”
“Even if you go to class, you’re just going to sleep on the desk. What’s wrong with skipping class? Besides, we can ask for leave,” Tang Xiaorou urged.
Due to her excitement, her cheeks flushed slightly.
“That’s right, I’m a bit tired, so let me rest for a bit,” Fang Yu said, then laid his head down on the desk.
Tang Xiaorou was both angry and anxious, but there was nothing she could do.
For the entire morning, Fang Yu lay on the desk sleeping as if nothing was happening.
Many students in the class were still wondering if He Donglin’s father would come looking for them, but after four classes, there was no sign of him.
Even Huang Hai didn’t mention the incident from the morning during class, as if nothing had happened.
As a result, the way the students looked at Fang Yu changed.
To be able to sit at the same table as the Tang family’s princess and also beat up He Donglin without facing any consequences…
Previously, they thought Fang Yu was an introverted and reclusive person, but now they realized that his silence might be due to disdain for interacting with them.
After school in the afternoon, Tang Xiaorou was afraid Fang Yu would slip away, so she directly grabbed his arm.
“Don’t forget what you promised me this morning,” Tang Xiaorou said.
“Let go of my hand, don’t let others misunderstand,” Fang Yu immediately reminded her.
Tang Xiaorou’s face turned red, biting her lip, and she released her grip.
This jerk! Just grabbing his arm felt like being taken advantage of!
He really wasn’t a man!
Tang Xiaorou cursed Fang Yu a thousand times in her heart.
The two of them left the classroom one after the other, maintaining a relatively safe distance as they walked out of the school gate.
As soon as they stepped outside, Fang Yu felt hostile gazes directed at him.
Across the street, a van was parked, and several burly thugs stood in front of it smoking. Two of them revealed cold smiles upon seeing Fang Yu.
These thugs were clearly under He Wencheng.
Tang Xiaorou also noticed the group of thugs across the street who clearly had ill intentions.
She turned and walked up to Fang Yu, saying, “I’ll have my Fourth Uncle drive them away.”
“Fourth Uncle?” Fang Yu asked.
“Right in front,” Tang Xiaorou pointed to a black Mercedes parked next to the school gate.
“Fourth Uncle is an adopted son taken in by my grandfather back in the day, named Tang Si. He’s responsible for protecting my safety,” Tang Xiaorou explained as they walked.
Soon, they reached the Mercedes.
A middle-aged man with a noticeable burn scar on his left cheek got out from the driver’s seat.
With just one glance, Fang Yu knew this man was also a cultivator, at the eighth level of Qi Refining. In modern terms, he was a congenital martial artist.
Tang Si was also sizing up Fang Yu.
“Fourth Uncle, over there…” Tang Xiaorou stepped forward and said a few words to Tang Si.
Tang Si nodded and walked directly toward the van, approaching the group of thugs.
The thugs, who had been acting arrogant, pointing at Fang Yu and waving their iron rods as if they wanted to beat up Tang Si too, suddenly changed their expressions.
After a few words from Tang Si, the thugs’ faces turned pale, and they bowed to apologize before hurriedly getting into the van and leaving.
“Your Fourth Uncle must be quite capable, right?” Fang Yu asked Tang Xiaorou as he sat in the car.
“Of course! My Fourth Uncle is a certified eighth-level martial artist by the Martial Arts Association!” Tang Xiaorou said proudly.
“Oh? There are levels among congenital martial artists?” Fang Yu was a bit surprised.
“Yes, congenital martial artists are divided into twelve levels. Eighth level and above are the elite. Above the twelfth level… those are the formidable martial arts masters. When I was young, I even shook hands with a renowned ancient master from Jiangnan!” Tang Xiaorou’s beautiful eyes sparkled with pride.
So, congenital martial artists are equivalent to the Qi Refining stage, with the first level corresponding to the first layer. Martial arts masters should be those in the Foundation Establishment stage after Qi Refining.
“Then I must be a congenital martial artist at the level of nine thousand eight hundred thirty-two, right? Sounds pretty impressive,” Fang Yu thought to himself.
Tang Si returned, sat in the driver’s seat, and started the car.
“Miss, this is…” Tang Si glanced at Fang Yu in the rearview mirror and asked.
“This is the disciple of the Medicine God we met in the Northwest. His name is Fang Yu, and he is now my classmate,” Tang Xiaorou introduced.
“That won’t be the case for long,” Fang Yu added.
“Oh? You are the disciple of the Medicine God, Xia Xiuzhi?” Tang Si raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised.
To him, Fang Yu looked completely ordinary in terms of temperament and everything else.
How could such an ordinary middle school student be the disciple of the Medicine God?
The young lady was still so young and naive; could she have been deceived?
Tang Si felt a sense of vigilance toward Fang Yu.
With the chance to cure Old Master Tang’s illness, Tang Xiaorou was in a good mood and chatted non-stop about some stories from her childhood.
Fang Yu wasn’t interested in these stories and responded with half-hearted comments.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the Tang family mansion located in the top villa area of Jianghai City.
The Tang family’s villa occupied an area more than twenty times larger than Fang Yu’s residence, with a classical and grand architectural style that exuded the aura of a wealthy family.
After passing through a courtyard filled with potted plants and a small artificial lake, they finally reached the living room.
A maid approached, saying, “Miss, you’re back.”
Tang Xiaorou replied with a sound and then asked eagerly, “Where’s Grandpa?”
Before the maid could answer, a woman’s voice came from the sofa behind them: “Your grandfather is currently receiving a diagnosis from experts from the capital. Why are you in such a hurry to find him?”
“Aunt,” Tang Xiaorou then noticed the middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa; she was her uncle’s wife, Liang Rong.
“Xiaorou, why didn’t you introduce your classmate when you brought him back?” Liang Rong, dressed in luxurious clothing, looked at Fang Yu.
“This is the disciple of the Medicine God that my brother and I met in the Northwest. His name is Fang Yu,” Tang Xiaorou introduced.
“Oh? You are Fang Yu?” Liang Rong squinted slightly, scrutinizing Fang Yu.
Fang Yu nodded but did not speak.
“Are you sure you are the disciple of the Medicine God? Deceiving the Tang family… the consequences are something you cannot bear. I’m giving you a chance now; as long as you admit to lying, I won’t pursue it,” Liang Rong said with a cold smile.
She didn’t believe that an ordinary young man of the same age as Tang Xiaorou could be the disciple of the Medicine God, especially since he just happened to be in the same school as Tang Xiaorou.
Clearly, Fang Yu had ulterior motives for getting close to the Tang family, or rather, to Tang Xiaorou.
Such things were not new for a wealthy family like the Tangs.
Hearing Liang Rong’s words, Tang Xiaorou’s expression changed, and she said anxiously, “Aunt, Fang Yu is here to treat Grandpa…”
“Treat him? Just him? Haha, Xiaorou, you are still too naive. I guarantee this kid has an unclear background and is definitely not the disciple of the Medicine God. He has ulterior motives and wants to get close to you to gain benefits from our Tang family,” Liang Rong said dismissively.
“I think I already said I’m not the disciple of the Medicine God, right?” Fang Yu glanced at Tang Xiaorou and said.
“Looks like you admitted it, didn’t you?” Liang Rong showed a look of disdain.
“Actually, to be precise, Xia Xiuzhi is my disciple,” Fang Yu said with a slight smile.
Upon hearing this, everyone present showed strange expressions, including the maid and Tang Si, who was following behind.
Has this person gone mad after being exposed?
The Medicine God is his disciple?
But if we talk about age, how old is the Medicine God, and how old is he?
The Medicine God was already famous in China long before he was even born, right?
“Utter nonsense! Xiaorou! Last time you and Feng’er came back and told me you met the disciple of the Medicine God, I held onto hope, thinking the old man still had a chance. But I didn’t expect you to bring back such a lunatic!”
A middle-aged man in a suit and glasses walked out from the back room.
“Dad…” Tang Xiaorou called softly.
Tang Mingde’s face was dark as he looked at Fang Yu and said, “Speak! Who sent you to get close to our Tang family? If you tell the truth, we might let you off the hook; otherwise… you won’t be able to escape easily.”
Tears welled up in Tang Xiaorou’s beautiful eyes; she brought Fang Yu back only to treat Old Master Tang and never imagined things would develop like this.
