Chapter 35: Dare You Answer When I Call You Father-in-Law?

Lin Mo’s mind went blank for a long moment before he finally processed it.

“You mean I’ve been picking up your money every day and using it to buy you barbecue?”

Chu Wange nodded.

So I’m the one who’s been freeloading!?

Lin Mo opened his mouth but couldn’t think of anything to say, finally muttering weakly:

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“You never asked me.”

“...”

“And it’s so strange!”

“???”

“I’ve never lost money in my life until I met you that day...”

Is that strange? I’ve never lost money either—I always keep my cash secure... Lin Mo thought to himself, then suddenly remembered something.

Wait, Chu Wange is a Fate-Selected One, blessed with abundant fortune.

Even I, with just a few dozen Fate Points, pick up money every day—how much more so someone with a Celestial-level Fate?

How could she possibly lose money at all?

This really is...

“Fascinating.”

Chu Wange’s eyes lit up slightly as she said this.

So you’re a weirdo too, huh?

Lin Mo sighed: “So you carry extra cash on purpose every day?”

Chu Wange shook her head: “Not exactly. Sometimes I’m paying attention, but the money still falls out—like it’s cursed. Just like today—I was staring right at my pocket, yet it slipped out anyway.”

It’s not your money that’s cursed—it’s my Fate that’s cursed.

Lin Mo silently recalled the first day his Merit Points condensed into Fate Points—the day he started picking up money.

Now that he thought about it, he’d definitely run into Chu Wange that day in the check-in hall—he’d even leaned on people like a jerk...

Wait, could it be that when two Fate-Selected Ones meet, one suppresses the other?

But that doesn’t make sense—if anything, she should be suppressing me.

I don’t know how many Fate Points a Celestial-level Fate-Selected One has, but it’s certainly not something I can match.

Lin Mo thought long and hard but couldn’t figure it out, and he didn’t dwell on it.

After all, the topic of “Fate” was too high-level—even Old Li, a Mid-Level Cultivator, knew nothing about it, let alone him.

Lin Mo ventured cautiously: “So tomorrow...”

Chu Wange said: “I won’t be coming tomorrow.”

Damn, you can’t handle it, huh?

He was about to speak when he heard her continue:

“Tomorrow is my last day at school. After handing things over, I’m heading to Jinding Guan.”

Lin Mo instantly understood—she wasn’t becoming a nun; she was going to Jinding Guan to enter seclusion and push for breakthrough.

Jinding Guan was one of the most famous Daoist monasteries in Sichuan Province.

Its abbot was said to be a Golden Core cultivation master, and the monastery controlled a large Class-1 Purple-grade Spirit Vein.

From this vein, over a thousand spirit cultivation chambers had been built, some open to the public.

But the prices were astronomical—even the most basic Purple-grade Lower-tier chamber cost at least 100,000 yuan per hour, and even then, there was no availability.

Ordinary people without connections had almost no chance of booking one.

With nearly twenty days left until the Immortal Examination, Chu Wange was going into seclusion—and judging by her tone, she’d stay there until the exam.

20 x 10 x 100,000 = ...

Whoa~!

Lin Mo sucked in a sharp breath, nearly throwing himself at Chu Wange’s legs and shouting: “Rich lady, please take me in!”

Chu Wange glanced longingly at the skewers on the table and said:

“I should’ve worked harder earlier—I’m still a little short of Qi Refining peak.”

Lin Mo exclaimed: “You’re already ready to break through to Qi Refining peak? With only twenty days left?”

The higher the level, the more experience points required.

Especially Qi Refining Level 9—nearly 8,000 experience points, eight times that of Level 4—achieving peak was incredibly difficult!

Chu Wange showed no concern, simply saying two words: “Not hard.”

Fine, fine, fine—this is the confidence of a genius, huh?

Lin Mo thought to himself, glad he’d unlocked his own system—if not, his cultivation foundation might’ve cracked under the pressure.

“See you at school tomorrow.”

Chu Wange remained as brisk and decisive as ever—finished eating and left.

Lin Mo watched her turn away, her figure fading around the corner, then slapped his thigh and said:

“Damn, I’m still too shy.”

Behind him, the barbecue vendor spat quietly—you’ve been freeloading for over ten days, and now you say your face is too thin?

Lin Mo took a deep breath, lifting his gaze to the summer night sky.

Earth’s Yuan Planet, having skipped the Steam Age and leapt straight into the Spiritual Energy Age, had no soot-choked heavens.

The Milky Way spilled across the heavens, dazzling and brilliant.

Occasionally, sword cultivators streaked past like shooting stars.

Looking farther ahead, countless city towers stretched to the horizon, their myriad neon lights painting a dreamlike scene.

One side: quiet serenity beneath the stars. The other: bustling splendor under the lights.

Unrelated, each shining in its own right.

He stood, strolled along the park toward the far end, gazing at the silent, boundless deep sky, and spoke clearly:

“Such mood, such sky—no worries, a little immortal...”

The barbecue vendor behind him listened, then muttered:

“Damn, there’s actually something to him!”

He puckered his lips and added: “No wonder even though I’m this handsome, I can’t be a kept man—I just lack culture.”

Lin Mo woke early the next day and headed to school, planning to sneak into a six-hour spiritual chamber—but was intercepted by his homeroom teacher, Old Li.

In the Grade 12 staff room, the teachers surrounded Lin Mo like spectators at a circus, murmuring in amazement.

“This kid’s got such a proper look—just like me when I was young.”

“You? Don’t brag—pull up your stats and show your beauty score. Did you even hit 60?”

“Exactly! If Lin Mo is the masterpiece of the Supreme Goddess, you’re just a defective product.”

“Bullshit! Everyone has their own taste—does beauty only come from a stat sheet? My wife loves me exactly like this!”

“Can your wife compare to Chu Wange?”

“I already said everyone has their own taste... forget it.”

“...”

Lin Mo knew why his usually indifferent teachers were suddenly interested in his appearance.

But he didn’t know that after his “famous battle” in the principal’s office yesterday, rumors about him and Chu Wange had exploded overnight on the school forum.

Photos of him and Chu Wange were spreading like wildfire.

“Ahem.”

A cough came from behind the teachers. Principal Wang frowned and said:

“Do you all have nothing better to do? Have you finished preparing your lessons?”

The teachers grimaced—this was Grade 12, who still needed lesson plans? You’re not even the grade director!

Old Li quickly stepped in: “Alright, alright, stop crowding him—I’ve got something to discuss with Lin Mo.”

The teachers slowly dispersed.

Lin Mo glanced at Principal Wang’s sour expression—he understood the man’s mood. He was probably viewing him with the heart of a doting father—but...

He raised an eyebrow at Principal Wang, refusing to back down.

If I call you Father-in-Law, will you dare answer?

You’re not her real father—what right do you have to interfere?