This guy was as reliable as ever.
With a light chuckle, Xu Ping’an said no more and turned to head toward the bedroom.
He didn’t even bother to take off his clothes, simply lying down fully dressed and slowly closing his eyes.
Time flew by; as the old saying goes:
Blink once, and a whole day has passed—hooray~
At that very moment, just like this moment now.
When Xu Ping’an opened his eyes again, it felt as if the outside world had suddenly brightened the instant he blinked.
…
“Mm~”
He stretched lazily, shifted slightly to check that he wasn’t hurt or poisoned, then nodded in satisfaction.
Next, he walked over to the table, poured himself a glass of clean water, and carried the cup to the door.
With a single push, he handed the water outside.
“You didn’t sleep all night, must be thirsty. Have some water.”
Han Wujin glanced at Xu Ping’an and raised his hand.
Before Xu Ping’an could even see what he was doing, the cup was already snatched from his hand.
Han Wujin downed the water in one gulp, toyed with the cup a little, flicked his wrist, and the cup quietly landed back on the table inside the room.
“Nice skill!”
Suddenly, an old man’s voice rang out, followed by a familiar exclamation.
“Mister!?”
Following the sound, they saw Li Yuren standing at the courtyard gate, her eyes wide with astonishment.
Beside Li Yuren stood an old man, but the aura he gave off was unlike that of an ordinary person.
This was… a eunuch.
Judging by the old man’s beard, it was clearly fake—just a disguise to hide his identity.
This old man was a full-fledged True Eunuch.
Moreover, his martial arts were incredibly strong, probably on par with Han Wujin.
He should have reached the same level of cultivation as Han Wujin.
“Surely, this must be the Han Wujin known in the martial world as Han Sword? Truly impressive for someone so young to have reached the Heavenly Human Realm…”
Facing the old man’s warm greeting, Han Wujin remained calm, lifting his eyes slightly to glance at him before lowering his head again, showing no intention to respond.
Seeing this, the old man didn’t take offense and simply chuckled lightly.
“As rumored, quite arrogant indeed. But… I’d like to test whether you young man really have the confidence to be so proud.”
With that, the old man stepped forward, his aura suddenly solidifying, sharp as needles and swords, rushing straight at Han Wujin.
As the pressure approached, Han Wujin only lifted his eyes a little.
In an instant, an icy chill swept over everyone present, causing their pupils to contract.
The aura was like a peerless sword being unsheathed, filling the courtyard with a near-death despair.
The moment the cold sword intent suddenly appeared and then retracted, the old man’s momentum also faltered, his expression darkening.
But Han Wujin was the type who hardly cared about social niceties; he merely glanced at the old man.
“You can’t beat me. You’ll die.”
The old man’s face, already unpleasant, turned even grimmer.
If Li Yuren hadn’t been standing nearby, he probably would have charged forward in a frenzy by now.
Watching Han Wujin’s demeanor, Xu Ping’an couldn’t help but smile wryly.
This guy had been wandering the martial world for so long, surviving countless near-death experiences, yet still hadn’t learned anything about human relations.
“Ah, Wujin, the martial world isn’t just about fighting and killing; it’s about human affairs!”
Han Wujin remained silent for a moment.
Just when Xu Ping’an thought he might have caught on, Han Wujin suddenly looked up at him.
“No matter. I only need the sword.”
Damn!
After all that, that was the answer?!
Xu Ping’an sighed helplessly and stepped forward a few paces, clasping his hands together.
“Old Mister, please don’t take offense at my young brother. Although he’s gifted beyond measure, he’s a bit socially inept and blunt. I hope you can understand.”
The old man furrowed his brows, glancing at Han Wujin.
The hidden intent in his gaze gradually faded before he turned back to Xu Ping’an.
“You… must be Xu Ping’an? The so-called Divine Physician of Nan Prefecture? At your age? I doubt you’ve even left your master’s side yet.”
Hmm?
Was he turning the jab toward him now?
Though Xu Ping’an wasn’t one to cause trouble, if someone had taken their losses elsewhere and wanted to vent on him, that was absolutely not going to happen!
Better to make trouble for others than suffer oneself!
In his past life, he had often been wronged and suffered a half-life of misfortune.
He wasn’t about to be bullied by some eunuch in this life.
“Heh~ Old sir, some things are fake no matter what label you stick on them.”
Xu Ping’an didn’t leave the old man any face with those words.
It was like calling a monk a bald donkey or calling a eunuch a eunuch outright.
This old man was definitely the latter, and hearing that, his eyes instantly turned red.
Suddenly, he raised his hand, pointed at Xu Ping’an, breathing heavily.
His fake beard fluttered up and down before a sudden gust of wind blew it off, letting it drift to Xu Ping’an’s feet.
“See? A fake is a fake. Not even able to withstand a bit of wind and rain.”
Xu Ping’an smiled slightly.
Though his face was cheerful, his words almost suffocated the old man with fury!
“You!!!”
“Old sir… sometimes, exercising restraint in speech is also a form of cultivation. You’ve been in the palace for years—have you really forgotten such a simple truth?”
At those words, the old man who had just been flushed suddenly froze, his eyes filled with disbelief as he appraised Xu Ping’an from head to toe.
After a long moment… he suddenly withdrew his anger and smiled.
Even with some enthusiasm on his face.
“Hehe~ Mister Xu is right. This humble one was rude; I hope Mister will not take offense.”
No denying it—the old man’s skill at changing expressions was remarkable.
Just moments ago he was flushed with anger, now in the blink of an eye, his face was full of smiles.
If Xu Ping’an hadn’t been able to read the qi, he wouldn’t have guessed the murderous intent still lurking beneath.
Ignoring the old man, Xu Ping’an turned to Li Yuer.
By now, Li Yuer had already called for some soldiers.
These soldiers wore bright armor, each at least 1.8 meters tall.
In a time when malnutrition was common, such height stood out like a crane among chickens.
Obviously, these were the Elite Troops of the Duke of the Southern Border’s Residence.
“Clean this place up immediately. Investigate these bodies thoroughly for any clues.”
“Yes, sir!”
Zhou Liang responded promptly, hastily ordering the soldiers to clean the courtyard.
Li Yuer finally approached, her eyes full of worry as she looked at Xu Ping’an.
“Mister, it’s my fault. I scared you.”
That was a dangerous thing to say!
They had nothing going on between them!
Xu Ping’an mentally groaned but didn’t dare say it aloud—after all, most wouldn’t understand.
“No matter, just some insect bites.”
“Thank you for your understanding, Mister. This courtyard is no longer habitable. I will arrange for another residence immediately. I swear on the events of last night that it will never happen again.”