Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 868 - 115: I’m Worried My Sister Will Go Astray

Wang Ying’s house is one of those traditional Chinese siheyuan, with three courtyards and three rows of gray-tiled rooms.

In front of the main gate is a decorated archway, and the Reddy-colored door is embedded with two bronze beast-head rings.

Such a setup isn’t something ordinary households can afford—traditionally, this kind of display means the family likely has ancestors who passed the military examination and achieved notable battle merits to justify such adornments.

If the family were part of a lineage of military officials, there might even be two stone lions placed at the entrance. If an active military marquis resides here, then the interior would feature a weapon rack, and the type of weapons displayed would vary depending on rank—the highest being the staff with a blade from the "imperial token weaponry."

In Tai Chi boxing, there are various branches like Yang’s and Madam Chen’s styles. However, when the Northern Thirteen Families established the Martial Arts Association, they only invited Wang’s Tai Chi. One of the key reasons was that Wang’s ancestors had several patriots who served the country militarily.

At that time, the Imperial Court was corrupt, the world was harsh, and we suffered humiliations from the Western Great Powers. The Martial Path was no longer about the intricate changes of moves or philosophical principles—it was about strengthening the body, evoking the blood and spirit within the people, and fostering self-respect and confidence.

Standing in the courtyard, Wang Ying looked at the practice wooden post she had accidentally broken with a palm strike; her fingers trembled slightly.

The sun must’ve risen from the west today! How dare this group of demonesses come here to cause annoyance!

"Little Sis’ inner strength has grown even more profound. I thought studying at school for half a year would stall her martial arts progress, but instead, her skills have advanced faster than they ever did at home."

Wang Yan turned to his father and laughed, "It seems that Mr. Zhou truly has some unique talents when it comes to nurturing and teaching."

Their father, Wang Maosheng, the current vice president of the Tianmen City Martial Arts Association and the Sect Leader of Tai Chi within the Northern Thirteen Families, shook his head and replied, "Mr. Zhou teaching is a waste of great talent. Were it not for you young ones not yet being able to shoulder such responsibility..."

Wang Yan could only force a smile.

Not everyone has the brains for studying.

In Tianmen Martial Arts circles, there are plenty of passionate youths, but finding ones who can settle down to study is as rare as a unicorn.

For Wang Ying to sit quietly for an entire semester at Qinghe Middle School—the Wang Family practically thanked their ancestors for such a blessing—no bullying classmates, no beating of kids.

Now her classmates even came over to hang out with her?

Wang Maosheng, visibly excited, immediately ordered the house servants to greet the guests and instructed the kitchen to prepare a feast.

Before long, four little girls bundled up like cotton balls ran in from outside, yelling, "Wang Ying, Wang Ying! We’ve come to play with you!"

Wang Ying rolled her eyes, grabbed the broken wooden practice post, and was about to throw it over, but her father pressed her hand down angrily, "What are you doing?! Don’t you understand manners?!"

"There’s no need for manners with them."

The fist is the best show of etiquette. Otherwise...

"Wang Ying, aren’t we best friends?"

"Yes."

If you don’t strike first to interrupt their chanting, they’ll gain control.

A formless telekinetic force plunged into her mind, starting to distort her personal will.

Wang Ying’s tightly pursed lips twitched slightly, rising bit by bit.

"Why have you come? Why did it take so long for you to visit?"

"It’s because your house is so far away, and besides, you never told us your address!"

The five girls laughed and played together, as if the tense atmosphere from earlier had suddenly vanished.

Wang Yan silently observed the changes in his sister, shifting his gaze from Wang Ying to Song Lili before glancing at Wang Yunxiao, who followed behind them through the door.

"Section Chief Wang is truly an esteemed guest, your visit is deserving of a better welcome!"

Wang Yunxiao cupped his fists and smiled, "My apologies for the unannounced visit; since I happened to be taking these girls out today, we happened to pass here, so I suggested dropping by to see Wang Ying. If it’s inconvenient..."

"It’s not inconvenient at all!"

Wang Yan laughed heartily, "My sister seldom has friends... no, she’s never had friends since childhood. Now that she finally has peers who can spend time with her, we couldn’t be happier. Let me introduce you: this is my father, Wang Maosheng..."

After mutual introductions, Wang Maosheng nodded and said, "As the saying goes, ’a single brushstroke can’t write two Wangs.’ Since we share the surname, make yourselves at home. Consider this your own house. Also, don’t leave tonight—stay for dinner!"

Wang Yunxiao hurriedly declined, "I’ve got to take these kids home later. I’ll come back another day for a formal visit, Uncle."

Wang Maosheng’s tiger eyes widened angrily, "Guests visiting and leaving without eating—what kind of nonsense is that? People will laugh if word gets out! Do you think our household is too poor and frugal, and that our simple meals aren’t good enough for you?"

"No, no, no!"

"Good, then Wang Yan will entertain, and I’ll go slaughter a chicken!"

Seeing him turn and leave, Wang Yunxiao was about to stop him, but Wang Yan grabbed his arm and laughed, "The old man’s in a good mood today—let him be."

That’s a good mood? Why, to me, it looks like he’s ready to eat someone.

"The old man is used to teaching disciples—his manner is always loud and brash. Now that my sister’s classmates have come to play, he’s worried his booming voice might scare them off, so he found an excuse to leave quickly."

Wang Yan nudged his chin in Song Lili’s direction and lowered his voice to ask, "If I’m not mistaken, isn’t she the one from the embassy last time..."

"Yes."

"She actually survived?"

"She stayed at the Church for a while to recover, then started attending school with your sister when the semester began."

"No wonder..."

Wang Yan clicked his tongue in amazement, "I was just wondering what kind of proper people could play together with my sister and that hot-headed temper of hers. Those classmates of hers must each have their quirks, right?"

Wang Yunxiao nodded silently.

Meanwhile, Song Lili had already begun showing Wang Ying the assorted trinkets she had collected—pretty little stones, colorful candy wrappers, and even a clay figure that resembled herself. Who knows when she managed to carry so many little odds and ends in her pockets.

Wang Ying’s face was full of smiles, yet her eyes had a hidden look of "What the hell is this garbage."

Wang Yan glanced at his sister and suddenly said, "Actually, I’ve been thinking—it might be a good idea to take her to the other side for a look."

Wang Yunxiao knew that when he mentioned "the other side," he was referring to another worldline.

Back when Wang Yan joined Han Bin on the mission during the night of Uesugi Risa’s exorcism ceremony, he had assisted in assassinating several top-ranking officials within the Fusang Navy.

But the more he fought, the more powerless he felt.

Because these actions only addressed the symptoms of the issue—they didn’t solve the root of the problem.

"She’s been pampered and spoiled since childhood, so I’m really worried she might go astray."

Wang Yunxiao replied blankly, "I think you should be more worried about whether she’ll manage to find a good marriage someday, rather than whether she’ll lose her way."

"That’s exactly what I’m worried about!"

Wang Yan sighed, "If she ends up thinking she’s a man, doesn’t take any interest in men, and refuses to marry, wouldn’t that mean she’s already gone astray?"