When a Man Fears Fame, a Pig Fears Growing Fat

Jiang Yuechu felt helpless.

Utterly helpless.

When a man feared fame, a pig feared growing fat—this saying was no joke.

What kind of place was the Demon Suppression Office?

In the past, ordinary people would take a detour even when passing its entrance, terrified of catching the slightest trace of killing intent.

But now—

The gates of the Demon Suppression Office had practically become a scenic attraction of Liangzhou Prefecture.

From early every morning, people began gathering there one after another.

There were young scholars swaying their heads and reciting verse, styling themselves as refined romantics.

There were silk-clad young masters who were clearly the sons of wealthy families.

There were even broad-shouldered, burly men with bashful faces.

They did not make a fuss. They merely waited at the gates, craning their necks, all for a chance to glimpse the legendary Jiao-Slaying Fairy from afar.

That day, Jiang Yuechu was preparing to return to her own little courtyard.

The moment she reached the gates of the Demon Suppression Office, she heard a small commotion outside.

"Here she comes! Lord Jiang is coming out!"

Jiang Yuechu's face darkened, and she lifted her foot to head outside.

"My lady! Please wait!"

A fair-faced scholar squeezed to the front, holding a scroll painting in his hands. "Lord Jiang, I humbly painted a portrait for you. I beg the fairy to—"

Before he could finish, a brocade-clad young master beside him sneered and shoved him aside.

"What skill is there in painting?" The young master held up a brocade case, his face brimming with pride. "Fairy Jiang, my father is the manager of Fortune Tower! This Eastern Sea luminous pearl is worth a thousand gold. I offer it to the fairy as a small token of my heart!"

"My lady, don't listen to him!