Old Master Fu's worries really had been justified.
While Qin Yan, Old Master Fu, and the others slept, a battle to defend the tea leaves was unfolding in the Fu Family's courtyard.
The spirit tea's fragrance attracted not only small animals, but also plenty of insects, as well as... some low-level Anomalies.
"Why are there so many Wriggling Worms?!"
Fu Wenzi sat on a stool, propping his chin on one hand and holding a Peach Wood Sword in the other, skewering a Wriggling Worm with every thrust.
These things were Anomalies too.
But they were the lowest-level Anomalies.
The black Wriggling Worms were a little thicker than a finger, arching into Ω shapes as they moved.
They were food for many Anomalies.
They were so weak that even an ordinary person could stomp one to death on encountering it.
But although these things were weak and contained little energy, many Anomalies considered them delicious.
Even powerful Anomalies would not turn down such crunchy, delicious little snacks when they delivered themselves right to their door.
Sure enough, the Anomalies at home were gobbling them down, one per mouthful.
No powerful Anomalies came that night.
Because they could sense Jinbao and the others.
Everything that came was low-level and brainless.
So keeping watch was fairly easy, just a little troublesome.
Around five, the tea-roasting master arrived.
Fu Wenzi yawned. "This early?"
Though a young man's body could take a lot, he still wanted to sleep after staying up all night.
He would eat a tea leaf to perk himself up.
He tossed a tea leaf into his mouth without a hint of guilt, then immediately felt refreshed.
With just one tea leaf, Fu Wenzi felt the fatigue leave his body in an instant.
"This stuff is good."
He rubbed his hands together,