Chapter 201 We're already on our side (2/2)

An Sanchuan froze on the spot.

tiger? !

This ferocious beast, which only lives deep in the mountains and forests, is lying in the house as docilely as a house cat?

His mind went blank.

Could it be that those legendary, reclusive cultivation families have such profound foundations that they can so casually keep tigers as pets?

The tiger, which he had been so impressed by, merely glanced at him lazily once more.

It seemed to smell something unpleasant, raised its front paws, scratched its nose impatiently, then yawned widely, revealing a set of teeth that were not yet fully grown but were already sharp enough.

It stood up, stretched, and its body formed a graceful arc.

Then, she flicked her thick, powerful tail, no longer bothering to look at An Sanchuan, and walked gracefully into the bedroom on the east side.

As its figure disappeared, an extremely faint but incredibly pure energy fluctuation flashed out from that bedroom.

Is it...spiritual energy?

An Sanchuan belatedly realized that the concentration of spiritual energy in this courtyard was much higher than outside.

The room on the east side, in particular, is like a small vortex of spiritual energy.

He stared at the disappearing figure of the orange tree, a feeling of absurdity welling up inside him.

How could a living, breathing human being be looked down upon by a tiger?

"Awake? Come and have breakfast."

Ruan Tang's sweet voice pulled him back from his shock.

An Sanchuan was startled and subconsciously looked at Yan Yu.

Seeing that the man was just drinking his porridge with his eyes down and did not object, he suppressed the turmoil in his heart, carefully moved over, and sat down on the stool furthest away from the spirit rat.

On the table were white porridge, fried dough sticks, pickled vegetables, and boiled eggs.

The simplest food, yet it exuded a fragrance that made his throat tighten.

He couldn't remember the last time he had a hot breakfast like this.

Just as I picked up my chopsticks, the little mouse next to me squeaked, hugged its little fried dough stick, and shifted its little bottom.

It aimed its furry, round rear end squarely at him.

The disdain was self-evident.

An Sanchuan: "..."

Seeing this, Ruan Tang smiled and suddenly asked, "Those Japanese Yin-Yang techniques you learned before, did they have a significant impact on your body?"

An Sanchuan, who was drinking porridge, paused, quickly swallowed the porridge in his mouth, and respectfully replied, "In response to Master, orthodox Yin-Yang techniques emphasize borrowing the power of heaven and earth. But I... in order to achieve rapid mastery, I learned many forbidden techniques of the Abe family. The techniques are domineering, and the price is that I overdraw my own strength."

Ruan Tang held a small spoon in her hand and gently stirred the bowl, then asked, "To be precise, has it already affected your lifespan?"

An Sanchuan hadn't expected her to be so perceptive.

He gave a bitter smile, there was nothing to hide, and nodded, his voice hoarse: "Yes. According to those old folks in the Abe family, if I overdraw my life like this, I probably... won't live past thirty."

He said this with a resigned calm on his face.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Ruan Tang thought for a moment, then raised her large, watery almond-shaped eyes and looked at him.

"Now that you're one of us, you're a teammate."

She paused, her voice soft and sweet, but what she said made An Sanchuan's heart skip a beat.

"Have you considered abandoning that incongruous Yin-Yang technique and learning another kind of magic instead?" (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)