Martial Arts Street had been especially lively lately.
It was said that a man wearing a monkey mask and calling himself "Wukong" had been challenging dojo after dojo, already defeating the masters of several schools.
Amid the clamor, Aaron took off his mask and became nothing more than an ordinary young writer. Completely unconcerned with the matters of the martial arts school next door, he returned to Old Yu's home.
The talismans had recently been completed, and it happened to be the night of the full moon. He could begin his attempt.
Old Yu's home.
The moment Aaron stepped through the door, his eyelid twitched.
Several green-skinned thugs were standing in Old Yu's courtyard, grinning cheekily at Old Yu's family.
Old Yu's wife clutched a feather duster, shielding Yu Qiu behind her like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
"What are you trying to do? Breaking into a private residence is against the law!"
Yu Yu shouted, "Believe it or not, I'll notify the constabulary right now and have someone come arrest you!"
"Go ahead."
One of the green-skinned thugs pulled open his shirt, baring his chest as he spoke without the slightest concern. "Your grandpa here treats the constabulary like his own home. Even if I squat inside for a few days, it's nothing... but your boy's little matter will be a real problem!"
When Old Yu saw Aaron, a flicker of awkwardness crossed his face—perhaps the shame of having his family disgrace exposed to outsiders.
But then he took a deep breath. "So what if Qiu'er visited a prostitute? Since ancient times, that has been called a romantic affair... even the court does not concern itself with it."
"But the school probably won't want a student who corrupts public morals. Once his reputation is ruined, it can't