My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

Qi Yu closed the courtyard gate, looking helplessly at the scroll in his hand.

This was the portrait of Master Cheng's daughter. Qi Yu was too lazy to even look at it and casually tossed it into the bamboo tube where umbrellas were kept in the corner.

A live-in son-in-law?

No, do I look like someone who would eat?

I had just sat down in the yard to wash clothes, but before I could even put my hand in the water, there was another knock on the door.

Qi Yu sighed helplessly, wiped himself off, and then stood up to open the door.

Similarly, a middle-aged woman with blush on her face didn't quite match the hairy mole on her right cheek; it looked so out of place and unnatural.

"Young Master Qi, you've struck it lucky! A great thing has happened to you!" Matchmaker Li said with a smile.

Qi Yu blinked and asked, "Which wealthy family has taken a liking to me? Do they want me to become their son-in-law?"

The matchmaker's smile froze. "You've said everything, so what else is there for me to say?"

Seeing this, Qi Yu took a step back into the courtyard and prepared to close the door.

Everyone wants me to be a kept man, right?

Why didn't anyone come to help before? Today, they've all made appointments to act as matchmakers!

And not only did they try to be matchmakers, but they also came empty-handed?

You don't understand any social etiquette at all, get lost!

"Young Master Qi, wait a moment. This is a portrait of Miss Liu. Take a look before you speak!" The matchmaker ran up and stuffed a scroll into Qi Yu's arms.

Qi Yu closed the courtyard gate, looked at the painting, and then looked at another painting.

No matter how beautiful you are or how virtuous you are, becoming a live-in son-in-law is out of the question.

I went back inside, got some paper and pen, wrote a few words that weren't very pretty, and then pasted them on the door. I also placed the bamboo tube containing the umbrella by the door.

As evening fell, Qi Yu opened the courtyard gate and looked at the paintings that had fallen out and scattered all over the ground, which were now too big to fit in. Qi Yu was speechless.

Is it my fault for being handsome?

But what exactly happened?

So many people want to hire me as a live-in son-in-law?

……

After finishing his meal without tasting anything, Qi Yu went to Aunt Li's house to teach her simple-minded son, Erhu, to read.

Aunt Li had done him a great favor, so when they asked him to teach Erhu to read and write a few days ago, he agreed.

Although I am not a learned scholar, I am still capable of teaching children basic knowledge.

In order to get Erhu to study hard, Qi Yu would use stories to attract his attention every time he taught him.

Then Erhu and his group of friends boasted about the story he had heard, which led to what happened at noon today.

As for why the teaching is at night, it's because you can't really keep this mud monkey under control during the day; you simply can't find him.

Only at night will this mischievous kid stay home obediently.

Aunt Li used to bring the kids over to teach at my place, but that brat Erhu came a few times and almost ruined me, so I'll go back to his house.

It's only a ten-minute walk, not far!

Listening to the chirping of crickets, Qi Yu's mood improved slightly.

Why don't you just open your own private school and teach?

But won't it mislead young people?

I know my own level very well!

While he was thinking about all these random things, Qi Yu had already stepped onto the single-plank bridge.

But when he reached the center of the bridge, Qi Yu suddenly stopped and turned his head to look towards the sugarcane field upstream.

Something was approaching; the weeds over there were rustling.

A slender, slightly thin figure wearing a straw hat emerged from the sugarcane field, dressed in white, making her stand out in the darkness.

Then, after obtaining the image, he sat down next to a mound of earth and remained motionless.

Qi Yu tilted his head, thinking that the mound of earth looked like a grave.

Wearing white clothes and a straw hat, sitting on a grave mound by the river in the middle of the night—either you're pretending to be a ghost or there is one.

But how could a materialist like myself believe in the existence of ghosts and gods?

Qi Yu tiptoed down the log bridge, picked up a large stone from the riverbed, and slowly approached the white figure.

Whether it's a ghost or not, just learn from Mr. Lu Xun and hit it to find out!

Qi Yu approached quietly, and in the dim moonlight, she could see that it wasn't a ghost, because it had a shadow.

Moreover, there was blood on the front of her clothes, indicating that she was injured.

Qi Yu dropped the stone in his hand, picked up a piece of wood from the side, and poked her shoulder.

It's motionless and unresponsive!

Qi Yu threw the wooden stick down, then cautiously approached, judging from its shape to be that of a woman.

Reason told him that he must not have anything to do with this woman.

"Girl! Wake up!" Qi Yu patted Su Yue's shoulder.

Still not awake!

Qi Yu was speechless. If he left now, the girl probably wouldn't die, but leaving a girl to live a life of hardship was something his conscience and his heart couldn't allow!

What should you do if you encounter bad people?

For example, a bad person like myself!

First, check her looks. If she's a beauty, take her home; if she's ugly, let her fend for herself.

Slowly lifting the bamboo hat, a face that wasn't particularly pretty, merely ordinary, appeared in the moonlight.

This appearance is barely passable!

With a sigh, Qi Yu squatted down, put one arm around Su Yue's shoulder, and slipped the other arm behind her knees to pick her up.

How could a bad person like myself possibly watch a girl sleep on the streets?

Su Yue is very light, requiring almost no effort to lift her; even though she is physically weak, she is easy to carry.

Back in the courtyard, Qi Yu placed the woman on the bed in the inner room himself, then left the inner room to fetch a doctor.

There are no doctors in Jiangting Village, only in Jiangzhou City.

However, in Jiangting Village, there was an elderly man who knew some medical skills and often treated minor injuries for the villagers for free.

Qi Yu arrived at just the right time; the old man hadn't closed his shop yet. At Qi Yu's request, the old man finally agreed to make house calls.

Qi Yu led the old man back to the inner room, where Su Yue was still unconscious.

The old man took Su Yue's pulse, and after a while, he withdrew his hand and looked at Qi Yu.

"Qi Yu, she's fine, nothing's wrong, she just fainted from exhaustion!"

Qi Yu nodded, then saw the old man off.

When Qi Yu returned, it was already late at night, or eleven o'clock in his previous life's time.

Qi Yu stood at the doorway of the inner room, glanced at the woman lying on his bed, pursed his lips helplessly, and then closed the door.

He went to the woodshed alone, put two tables together to make a bed, and fell into a deep sleep on the table.

The next day, Qi Yu woke up on time, looked at the dilapidated roof, and curled his lip.

Opening the door to the woodshed, a woman stood in the courtyard.

Just as Qi Yu was about to say something, a long sword shot towards him and then embedded itself in the door frame next to him.

"I'll only ask once. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I don't mind breaking my neck!"

Qi Yu glanced at the long sword on the door frame, his face calm, but beneath the calm was anger.

Are you giving me attitude?

Do you really think I'm a weakling?

Before I transmigrated, I was a black belt in Taekwondo!

Do you think I can't beat a weak woman like you?

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Chapter Three: Tenants

"Young lady, this is what happened, I'm innocent!"

Qi Yu rubbed his shoulders, a bitter expression on his face.

Qi Yu felt like his Taekwondo training was a joke after being subdued by a girl in one move.

Su Yue sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, listening to Qi Yu's explanation. She understood that she had been saved by this scholar, but since the beating had already happened, there was no way she could apologize.

Besides, this guy isn't a good person either. He hit her and that's it; she won't feel guilty.

Yesterday they tricked children into eating candied hawthorns, which was already despicable enough.

But who would have thought that he was also a lecher, and that his room contained so many portraits of women, all kinds of women, from plump to slender.

So she felt no remorse whatsoever for the beating she received!

"I'm asking you, did you take off my shoes?" Su Yue asked.

Qi Yu didn't think much of it, nodded, and said, "It was me. After all, when I brought you back, you were already unconscious."

Su Yue clenched her fist slightly in her sleeve. If he hadn't saved her, she would have cut him down with a sword right now.

Seeing that the crazy woman didn't speak, Qi Yu raised his head and frowned.

He knew that women in this era were very conservative, and their feet were especially private; no one but their husbands could touch them.