Chapter 1407: Fantasy Antique Shop Work Log 41

Someone's come to poach people.

Jin Chen leaned lazily against the counter, his expression dangerous and domineering, "Ying Wu Shu won't join the Profound Gate; you'd better give up that idea."

Xuanhe wouldn't yield an inch, as if he had just noticed Jin Chen was also here.

"So you're a Brocade Gate disciple, but I don't know your name or identity."

Jin Chen: "Who taught you to speak like that, neither refined nor vulgar? You Profound Gate lot are all pretentious hypocrites."

Xuanhe: "……"

Like he's sick.

Xuanhe simply ignored Jin Chen, instead focusing on Ying Wu Shu, energetically promoting the benefits of joining the Profound Gate, and said, "Grandfather said to teach you the Profound Gate ghost-slaying technique; I may impose on you for a while, boss… you probably don't want to see me sleeping on the street, right?"

Ying Wu Shu still had some doubts.

Spirit Pure Crossing has been passed down for a thousand years, but as an antique shop it's only been around for over a hundred years, thirteen generations; before that it likewise considered itself a sect, and grandfather once said that even if we could never hang the Celestial Master's Register, it's best not to lightly join another sect—so how could he agree to let him join the Profound Gate?

Maybe the old man spoke drunkenly……

Ying Wu Shu put the envelope back down, his tone aloof: "Sorry, Spirit Pure Crossing won't be hiring anymore, and I won't join the Profound Gate either—please understand."

Jin Chen immediately: "Gu Cun, see the guest out."

"Eh… okay." Gu Cun, who had been watching the show, hurried over to see the guest out, "Sorry, sir, if you're looking for work you can try elsewhere."

"Oh, if you don't have money for a hotel I can help you with that—short on cash?"

Xuanhe's face darkened: "I'm not short on money, thanks."

But since he'd come specially to win over Spirit Pure Crossing's heir, Xuanhe had also prepared for a long struggle, had a fallback in mind, and merely added a few more words of persuasion.

"Boss, you should think about it again—the Profound Gate and Spirit Pure Crossing have had many dealings in the past, we're practically old friends, and what we can offer you will definitely be more than the Brocade Gate can."

While speaking, he also furtively glanced at Jin Chen a few times, as if looking down on him.

Jin Chen: "……?"

"Sick."

Jin Chen said indifferently, "Ying Wu Shu is now a member of the Brocade Gate's family; by the rules he can't join the Profound Gate either—you can get lost."

Having said that, he pointed a single hand seal in the air, and a sharp burst of qi shot out toward Xuanhe.

Xuanhe couldn't dodge in time; the strike hit his shoulder, he stumbled back a few steps, and stared at Jin Chen in shock.

Shocked by Jin Chen's strength, having thought he was just an ordinary Brocade Gate disciple, he hadn't expected such profound ability.

And shocked by the words Jin Chen had just blurted out.

"Is the current heir of Spirit Pure Crossing a member of the Brocade Gate's family? What kind of family tie is that?"

Jin Chen grabbed Xuanhe and threw him out, giving him no chance to resist—if he struggled, Jin Chen would beat him; even the fresh clothes Xuanhe had specially changed into before coming were left in disarray.

Jin Chen leaned against the doorframe and glanced at Xuanhe again.

Too lazy to bother with him, but don't you dare show off in front of his wife!

Xuanhe was somewhat angry, his face flushed, and he demanded, "Just who are you?!"

Jin Chen thought for a few seconds, "Guess—you won't get a prize even if you get it right."

Xuanhe: "……"

Bang!

The main gate of Spirit Pure Crossing slammed shut; if Xuanhe hadn't dodged quickly, his nose would have been nearly sliced off.

Inside, Luo Qiu drew out an 'oh', "So you're a Brocade Gate family member—what a close relationship."

Ying Wu Shu's lips curved into an arc he couldn't hide, full of joy and delight.

"All right, quit joking—has the curator gotten the acknowledgment form?"

Getting down to business, Luo Qiu quickly produced the acknowledgment form, "Just needs a stamp—the curator said a couple of problematic items will be sent over in a few days."

While they handled the matter, the two were well‑practiced; Gu Cun couldn't get a word in edgewise, and quietly moved to sit beside Jin Chen, who had lain back in the rattan chair.

"Boss Jin, how did you confess your feelings?"

Hurry up and let him learn from the experience!

Jin Chen tapped his hand on the counter, "Ying Wu Shu confessed first."

Listen closely and you can still hear a hint of tsundere.

Gu Cun's eyes widened, "No way it's like that!"

Can't learn that either.

So this is what it feels like to get the answer but not be allowed to copy it.

"I'll just figure it out myself," Gu Cun said, feeling rather dejected as he sipped his tea, then began to console himself, "Well, it's fine—there's plenty of time ahead."

Jin Chen's face was covered by a book as he half‑dozed, and he glanced over at Gu Cun when he could.

What is this person muttering about?

Luo Qiu, who had finally finished stamping the other side of the counter, looked up and felt a mild annoyance at seeing a new employee slacking off, "Ying Wu Shu, you're not docking his pay for this?"

Ying Wu Shu nodded seriously, "Yeah, it should be deducted."

Then he took a blanket and covered Jin Chen with it, gentle and soft, as if afraid to wake him.

Luo Qiu: "……"

What to do when a friend becomes two‑tempered after falling in love!

He's no longer Ying Wu Shu's most treasured darling!

"Xiao Qiu, go drink some tea to dispel the chill."

Gu Cun handed him a cup of red tea at just the right temperature, smiling with concern.

"……Oh." Luo Qiu took the cup and suddenly asked Gu Cun, "Now that it's just the two of us single, do you have someone you like?"

Gu Cun's heart skipped a beat, and he said sincerely, "I do."

He still wanted to continue, but Luo Qiu changed the subject.

——

That night, returning home, it was another deep autumn rain.

Outside the window, a light rain pattered; after Ying Wu Shu fell asleep, he noticed he was in a space enveloped by a mass of mist.

He confirmed he could control his thoughts here, stayed alert, yet saw an Old Master in black official robes walking toward him from where the mist was thickest.

"Grandfather……"

Ying Wu Shu froze, his whole body rooted to the spot.

"Wu Shu, hurry over, I've missed you, Grandfather!" The Old Master was still his carefree self from life, stroking his beard as he came over; even wearing the netherworld's official uniform, he lacked any decorum, embracing Ying Wu Shu and patting him.

"Oh my, Wu Shu, have you grown taller again? How wonderful, you're even more capable than before, right!"

Ying Wu Shu took a long moment to react, his eyes sore, "Grandfather, you've become an official—why did it take you so long to come see me?"

"Oh my, my good grandson, don't cry—Grandfather, it's not… being a new official has kept me too busy to have time, right?"

The Old Master, recalling the purpose of this trip, stroked his beard and affected solemnity: "Xiao Shu, is there nothing you'd like to say to your grandfather?"

He had intended to ask about Wu Shu and the current Young Master of the Brocade Gate, but Ying Wu Shu nodded first, catching him off guard: "You previously made an agreement with the Profound Gate, wanting me to join the Profound Gate as a Guest Official?"

The Old Master's arrogant expression instantly turned a little embarrassed: "Ah… that Old Man lacks martial virtue, and he took my drunken words seriously; afterward he wouldn't even let me discard that sealed letter."

Indeed, that's how it is!

Ying Wu Shu: "Grandfather!"

"All right, all right!" The Old Master hastily changed the subject: "I haven't asked you yet—Old Man, I was just drunk back then; could it be you were too?"

"With so many people in the world, why do you insist on getting involved with that Brocade Gate Young Master?"

Ying Shu frowned, feeling wronged: "Why not? It's even worth Grandfather coming specially to break us up."

His grievance was only partly sincere, but it was enough to make the Old Master feel heart‑broken; he immediately sighed and flicked his sleeves: "No, no, no—Spiritclear Ford cannot have overly close ties with any sect; this isn't Grandfather's decision, it's the rule Spiritclear Ford has inherited to this day."

"Xiao Shu, behave—you can be ordinary friends with him, but you must absolutely not become romantically involved!"

Just then, another figure emerged from the mist.

The Old Master and Ying Wu Shu both looked over, equally surprised.