Tang Xiaorou was overjoyed and pleasantly surprised.
She didn't expect her goal to be achieved so quickly.
"Let's go 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."
"You're just going to nap on the desk during class anyway. What's the big deal about skipping? Besides, we can ask for leave." Tang Xiaorou said urgently.
Due to her excitement, her face turned slightly red.
"Well, I'm a bit tired, so let me rest for a while first." Fang Yu then lay down on the desk.
Tang Xiaorou was both angry and anxious but helpless.
Throughout the morning, Fang Yu seemed unaffected as he napped on the desk.
Many students in the class were still wondering if He Donglin's father would show up, but after four periods, 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 students looked at Fang Yu changed.
Being able to sit next to the Tang family's princess and also beat up He Donglin without punishment…
Previously, they thought Fang Yu was an introverted, aloof person, but now they saw that he might have been disinterested in talking to them rather than just being shy.
In the afternoon, after school, Tang Xiaorou, afraid Fang Yu might slip away, directly grabbed his arm.
"Don't forget what you promised me this morning," Tang Xiaorou said.
"Let go of my hand, so others don't get the wrong idea," Fang Yu immediately reminded.
Tang Xiaorou's face flushed, and she bit her lip before letting go.
What a jerk! Just grabbing his arm and he acts like he's being taken advantage of!
Really not 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, and walked out of the school gate.
As soon as they were outside, Fang Yu felt hostile gazes.
Across the street, a van was parked with several burly thugs smoking in front of it. Two of them sneered when they saw Fang Yu.
These thugs were clearly He Wencheng's subordinates.
Tang Xiaorou also noticed the group of thugs across the street who seemed to have ill intentions.
She walked over to Fang Yu and said, "I'll have Uncle Tang drive them away."
"Uncle Tang?" Fang Yu asked.
"He's just ahead." Tang Xiaorou pointed to a black Mercedes parked near the school gate.
"Uncle Tang is a godson my grandfather took in back in the day. His name is Tang Si, and now he's responsible for my personal 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 person was also a cultivator, at the eighth level of Qi Refining. In modern terms, he was a congenital warrior.
Tang Si also assessed Fang Yu.
"Uncle, over there…" Tang Xiaorou approached Tang Si and said a few words.
Tang Si nodded and walked straight toward the van, approaching the group of thugs.
The thugs, who had been arrogant and waving their iron rods, seemed ready to beat up Tang Si as well. However, after a few words from Tang Si, the thugs' faces turned pale. They bowed in apology and hurriedly got into the van and left.
"Your Uncle Tang must be quite skilled, right?" Fang Yu asked Tang Xiaorou while sitting in the car.
"Of course! My Uncle Tang is a certified eighth-dan congenital warrior by the Martial Arts Association!" Tang Xiaorou said proudly.
"Oh? Congenital warriors are divided into ranks?" Fang Yu was a bit surprised.
"Yes, congenital warriors are divided into twelve ranks, with rank eight and above being exceptional. Above twelve ranks… are those highly skilled Martial Arts Masters. When I was young, I even shook hands with the renowned Master Gu of Jiangnan!" Tang Xiaorou's eyes sparkled with pride.
So, congenital warriors are equivalent to the Qi Refining stage, with rank one corresponding to the first layer. Martial Arts Masters must be those who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage.
"Then I'm now a congenital warrior of rank 9,832? 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 asked, glancing at Fang Yu through the rearview mirror.
"This is the disciple of the Medicine God we met in the Northwest. His name is Fang Yu, and he's also my classmate now," Tang Xiaorou introduced.
"Not for long," Fang Yu added.
"Oh? You're the disciple of Medicine God Xia Xiu?" Tang Si raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised.
In his view, Fang Yu looked utterly ordinary in terms of temperament and appearance.
How could such an ordinary high school student be the disciple of the Medicine God?
The young miss is still naive and might have been deceived.
Tang Si grew wary of Fang Yu.
Tang Xiaorou was in high spirits, believing her grandfather's illness might be cured, and talked animatedly about stories from her childhood.
Fang Yu wasn't interested in the stories and responded with half-hearted comments.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the Tang family's villa in the top residential area of Jianghai City.
The Tang family's villa covered more than twenty times the area of Fang Yu's residence, with a classical and majestic architectural style that exuded the grandeur of a wealthy family.
After passing through a garden full of potted plants and an artificial pond, they arrived at the living room.
A maid came forward, "Miss, you're back."
Tang Xiaorou responded with an "Mm" and then anxiously asked, "Where's Grandpa?"
Before the maid could answer, a woman's voice came from the sofa behind them, "Your grandfather is undergoing an examination by experts from the capital. Why are you so eager to find him?"
"Auntie," Tang Xiaorou then noticed a middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa. This was her uncle's wife, Liang Rong.
"Xiaorou, why didn't you introduce your classmate?" Liang Rong, dressed in luxurious attire, looked at Fang Yu.
"He is the disciple of the Medicine God we met in the Northwest. His name is Fang Yu," Tang Xiaorou introduced.
"Oh? You're Fang Yu?" Liang Rong squinted slightly and scrutinized Fang Yu.
Fang Yu nodded without speaking.
"Are you sure you're the disciple of the Medicine God? If you're deceiving the Tang family… you won't be able to handle the consequences. I'm giving you a chance now. As long as you admit you're lying, I won't pursue the matter," Liang Rong said with a cold smile.
She didn't believe that an ordinary young person, the same age as Tang Xiaorou, could be the disciple of the Medicine God. Moreover, he just happened to be in the same school as Tang Xiaorou.
It was obvious that Fang Yu had ulterior motives, either to get close to the Tang family or to benefit from Tang Xiaorou.
Such matters were not new to a wealthy family like the Tangs.
Hearing Liang Rong's words, Tang Xiaorou's face changed, and she said urgently, "Auntie, Fang Yu is here to treat Grandpa…"
"Treat him? With him? Haha, Xiaorou, you're still too naive. I'm sure this kid's background is dubious. He's not a disciple of the Medicine God but someone with ulterior motives who wants to get close to you and benefit from our Tang family," Liang Rong said disdainfully.
"I think I mentioned early on that I'm not the Medicine God's disciple, right?" Fang Yu glanced at Tang Xiaorou and said.
"Indeed, you admitted it," Liang Rong said with a look of contempt.
"In fact, strictly speaking, Xia Xiu is my disciple," Fang Yu smiled slightly and said.
Upon hearing this, everyone present, including the maid and Tang Si, looked at him with strange expressions.
Is this person out of his mind after being exposed?
The Medicine God is his disciple?
Besides, how old is the Medicine God, and how old is he?
The Medicine God had already been renowned in China long before he was born, right?
"Utter nonsense! Xiaorou! Last time you and Feng'er came back and said you met the Medicine God's disciple, I still had hope, thinking that there was a chance for your grandfather. But I didn't expect you to find such a madman!"
A middle-aged man in a suit and glasses walked out from the back room.
"Dad…" Tang Xiaorou whispered.
Tang Mingde's face darkened as he looked at Fang Yu and said, "Tell me, who sent you to approach our Tang family? If you tell the truth, we might let you go. Otherwise… don't expect to leave easily."
Tang Xiaorou's eyes filled with tears as she looked at Fang Yu. She brought him back only to treat her grandfather's illness and never expected things to develop like this.