Chapter 165: Discovered?

Tang Shuyao’s words made Sister Lin burst into laughter, while the others’ expressions shifted slightly, all silently eating with their heads down.

“This meal was made by Qin Mengdie and me. I wonder who’ll wash the dishes?” I said to the group.

Hearing this, Tang Shuyao immediately replied, “My stomach hurts. I’m going to the bathroom!”

“Ouch…” Sister Lin clutched her head. “It seems my illness isn’t fully gone. My head hurts so much.”

Fine, looks like I’ll have to clean up the dishes myself!

Then Mei’er suddenly said, “Let Mei’er wash these dishes. Sister Xin isn’t feeling well.”

“Forget it, I’ll do it. You all go rest!” I shook my head helplessly. Seems my Mei’er is the most obedient.

“I’m going upstairs to read…” Qin Mengdie glanced at me, then turned and went upstairs.

Reading? What’s so great about books? My protection target’s personality is truly unique.

She’s a Qin family member, yet she can cook, take pulses, and aside from her natural demeanor, she doesn’t seem like a noble lady at all.

While clearing the dishes, I said to Mei’er, “Mei’er, help Xu Xin upstairs. She hasn’t fully recovered yet.”

“Okay, I’ll take Sister Xin up!” Mei’er said, supporting Xu Xin as they went upstairs.

Seeing I was left to wash the dishes, Sister Lin stopped pretending to be sick, chuckled, and went upstairs too.

Sighing, I shook my head helplessly. I’d thought living with these girls would let me slack off, but not only do I have to cook, I’m stuck washing dishes too.

“Starving! Any food left?” 

As I was cleaning, Wang Ziyan’s voice came. I looked up—there she was in a police uniform, closing the door.

“Off work?” I asked, looking at her.

Wang Ziyan froze when she saw me, her expression awkward, but she eventually smiled. “No, I’m just hungry and had nothing to do, so I snuck back!”

“Uh… the food’s all gone…” I scratched my head helplessly.

Don’t be fooled by these girls—they eat more than me, except for the sick Xu Xin.

“What now? My stomach’s growling! I only had a few buns this morning, and they’re not holding up,” Wang Ziyan said, taking off her jacket, left in a white shirt.

Seeing that white shirt, my heart skipped, recalling what happened with her in the interrogation room…

Swallowing hard, I avoided her gaze and smiled. “If you’re okay with it, I’ll go buy something and cook for you.”

Wang Ziyan paused, then grinned. “Great, thanks!”

“We’re family, no need for thanks, but…” I smirked, “you’ll have to wash these dishes.”

“No problem, but hurry—I’m starving,” she said, rolling up her sleeves to start on the dishes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick!” I said as I headed out.

The campus had a veggie market—pricier than outside, but fresh.

Since I had no car, I had to walk. Man, being a guy is tough—being Pan Jun among men is tougher!

“Hm?” As I walked, I felt someone following me. I turned—nothing but empty space.

Overthinking? I brushed it off and kept going.

After buying veggies, I headed back. Passing that spot again, the feeling returned.

But like before, no one was there.

I kept walking, fully activating my demon power. Since using the Purple-Gold Enchanting Eyes drained me, my coverage wasn’t wide.

I stopped abruptly, sneering, “You followed me this long—time to show yourself, huh?”

“Looks like I was right—you’re a cultivator too!” A raspy voice followed.

Turning, I saw an old man—white hair, beard, fancy clothes, cane in hand. His face screamed villain.

“Cultivator or not, what’s it to you?” I quipped, acting cultured.

The old man slammed his cane down. “Did you cast that soul-bewitching spell on the Zhao family’s second young master?”

His words shocked me. I’d considered countless possibilities, but not that he’d come for Zhao Gao!

Does the Zhao family have a cultivation expert who noticed my Purple-Gold Enchanting Eyes?

“How’d you know it was me? The Zhao family shouldn’t have ties to the cultivation world,” I probed.

“Your spell was masterful, but you shouldn’t have made Zhao’s second son cough up five hundred million!” He smirked. “His odd state raised suspicion, so they hired me. Hard work paid off—I found you!”

“Just because I’m a cultivator, you assume it was me?” I smiled.

He laughed. “That’s where my smarts come in! I was testing you, and you admitted it!”

“So, you’re the only one who knows I cast it on Zhao Gao?” I asked playfully.

Oblivious to my killing intent, he grinned. “Naturally! If I kill you and take your head, I’ll get a hundred million!”

“If you kill me, what about the body?” I asked.

He laughed. “I’ll take your head, then use corpse-dissolving powder on the rest—poof, gone!”

“Let’s see if you live to try!” I snorted, drawing my black dagger and charging.

“Little punk, you think some cultivation tricks scare me?” He swung his cane at me.

“Hmph!” I slashed at him.

He blocked with his cane, but it couldn’t withstand my dagger’s edge. With a “shing,” it split, and I sliced his neck—dead in one strike!

He was only early Stellar Vortex level, but his stealth was solid—probably some concealment technique.

I found a vial and an old book on him.

I’d asked about the body to see if he had a plan.

Even as a cultivator, a corpse on campus would cause a stir—especially at a school run by the four great families.

Sprinkling the powder on him, his body soon turned to ash, blown away.

I’m not cruel, but he wanted me dead and knew about Zhao Gao—no choice but to kill him!

Stowing the powder, I checked the book. Holy crap!

It’s the ancient Chinese treasure—The Art of Qimen Dunjia! (G: an ancient form of divination.)