Chapter 307: Cowlick Little Celestial Master Also Got Stronger 02

And Jin Chen's identity is the founding Celestial Master of the Qinghan Temple where An Wuyang resides; because his strength is strong, he became the Director of the Underworld Investigation Bureau, responsible for judging and investigating evil ghosts in the Underworld.

Unlike the plot line, originally he was to judge and capture the escaped Ghost King Fu Xizhou in the mortal realm, but in the original plot his original body, having other duties, refused the White Impermanence's request in the Underworld; the Underworld temporarily couldn't find anyone else, so Fu Xizhou was allowed to roam free for so long.

Knock knock knock—

After receiving the plot, I just heard the door move.

"Come in."

Perhaps because he felt a little guilty, An Wuyang first poked his head in, his cowlick swaying twice, carefully sizing up his expression, as if judging how this founding ancestor's mood was now.

"I think the Qinghan Temple doesn't have a technique where the body stays still while the mind moves first."

Jin Chen glanced over, his tone indifferent.

"Hehe."

An Wuyang had washed his face clean, changed into clean casual clothes, and walked in holding a bowl.

The bowl contained already-prepared instant noodles.

It was braised beef flavor.

An Wuyang tried to make his expression sincere, holding the bowl with both hands and nodding as he said: "Founding Ancestor, this is the delicious beef noodle soup currently popular in the mortal realm; although you can't see the beef, the nutrition is all in the broth, please try it quickly."

"... I need to tell you something." Jin Chen suddenly said.

"Please speak."

"I died early, but I'm not unaware of the changes in the mortal realm; I can still distinguish instant noodles from beef noodle soup."

An Wuyang: "..."

He felt embarrassed, "Then just treat it as beef noodle soup; the taste is roughly the same."

Jin Chen felt it a bit; his original body seemed to have no hunger reflex at all, so he symbolically took two bites.

His manners were elegant, and he actually made the instant noodles feel like high-end beef noodle soup.

An Wuyang cupped his face, his clear almond eyes wide open.

The founding ancestor is really handsome…

"Is the Daoist Hall poor now?" Jin Chen asked.

"Yes yes." An Wuyang nodded vigorously, his cowlick swaying along.

Now the Qinghan Temple lives up to its name—there isn't even a decent Daoist Hall building; we can only place the offerings in this house, which was given to the Master by a benefactor. The Master often said while alive that your name was poorly chosen; it should be called the Wealthy Temple.

"What's the reason?" Jin Chen asked, lowering his eyes to take a sip of water, "How did you, after inheriting for several hundred years, turn the once number‑one temple under heaven into this?"

"I remember there are not a few secret techniques and treasures passed down."

Saying this, An Wuyang's gaze toward Jin Chen grew more complex.

He pattered over to the side room, armful of draft paper and several ancient texts, and slammed them onto the table with a bang.

"The reason is exactly this!"

An Wuyang sighed deeply, casually opened an ancient text of secret techniques and spread it out: "Founding Ancestor, your handwriting flies like dragons and snakes; to this day, really no one can read it."

Jin Chen picked it up, glanced at it, and only after a while did he come to his senses.

Then he fell into a long Silence.

His original body's handwriting was truly ugly enough to shock heaven and move earth.

If it weren't for the memory fusion, he wouldn't even recognize it.

He threw the book back, then looked at that pile of draft paper; it was clear that to decipher this so‑called absolute‑secret code of characters, a lot of thought had been spent.

"If that's the case, then prepare some paper and brush; during this time I will rewrite the cultivation method."

An Wuyang blinked and accurately caught the keyword.

"This time?"

"The Underworld has a Ghost King who escaped; I came to capture him and need time to find him."

"Ghost King..." An Wuyang froze, involuntarily recalling that ferocious ghost from the Daoist Association.

That ghost was more ferocious than any ghost he had ever seen, its yin energy dark and gloomy.

Could it be him?

"What are you spacing out for, do you have any clues?" Jin Chen asked.

"Ah… I don't know, but the ghost I bumped into yesterday was fierce, and it almost ate me." An Wuyang muttered.

Now the plot has progressed to after An Wuyang finished the Daoist Association's examination; the evil spirit has been taken away, good and evil can't be distinguished, and the Blackening Value can't be probed.

Jin Chen's tone softened: "Tell me about it; even if it's not the Ghost King, I'll gladly help you kill it."

"Really!" An Wuyang instantly became happy, laying out the whole story as clearly as pouring beans.

"It's like this: after the Master's death I'm supposed to inherit the Daoist Hall, but my Celestial Master qualification certificate hasn't been graded yet; the lowest requirement is five stars to have the right to independently inherit the Daoist Hall, so I specially took the exam today while on break."

"Who would have thought that in the exam hall, a ferocious ghost covered in black smoke suddenly appeared, wearing ancient robes, with disheveled flying long hair, and even quite handsome; I thought it was one of the exam questions, just about to cast a spell, when I heard someone outside shouting that a ferocious ghost was attacking, and only then did I realize I had been mistaken for the ghost's vegetable."

Saying this, An Wuyang's cowlick drooped, he covered his still‑unhealed chest, his tone aggrieved.

He tried to gouge out my heart with his black claws, but didn't fully extract it, as if sucking something; I thought I was going to die, but luckily someone rushed over to help, and I managed to escape by running and crawling.

He chattered on and on, drank a sip of tea before calming down, then heard Jin Chen say.

"Do you think he's very handsome?"

An Wuyang: "..." Is that the point, may I ask?

He furrowed his brow, glaring at the table with deep resentment: "Founding Ancestor, you really know how to grab the point."

His fingertips tapped the table, Jin Chen suddenly ordered: "Raise your head."

"Huh?"

He obediently lifted his head, but saw Jin Chen suddenly lean close, fingertips hooking his chin, waist‑long black hair flowing freely, peach‑blossom eyes captivating the soul, lip line slightly raised, an indescribably ultimate charming and handsome beauty.

Thump thump…

An Wuyang seemed to hear his own inexplicably quickening heartbeat.

"Say it again, who looks better?"

His voice trembled, "You look good, you're the best-looking person I've ever seen... ghost."

Jin Chen smiled satisfactorily, his fingertip reluctant to withdraw.

"What you're saying must be Ghost King Fu Xizhou; I'll take care of this."

"Also, keep your wits about you for a while; don't trust just anyone."

An Wuyang didn't understand this, he pressed hard on his thumping heart, "Why?"

"Your evil soul has been sucked away by the Ghost King; you now lack the ability to distinguish good from evil, so be careful not to be kidnapped—I'll return it to you after I catch the Ghost King."

Jin Chen flicked away the paper specks on his cheek, then pinched the boy's wonderfully soft cheek flesh, his tone pleased.

"Oh, I remember, thank you, Ancestral Master." He touched his still slightly aching wound; it turned out his soul had been sucked away, no wonder he felt so exhausted.

"It's late, go rest." Jin Chen said, his voice cool, "Tonight the Ghost Gate opens; you possess an extremely yin body, a prime tonic."

An Wuyang sprang up in a swoosh, but because he rose too quickly, dizziness hit him hard.

The next second he was firmly held in Jin Chen's embrace.

"Your way of expressing gratitude is rather special," he said, his voice amused.