Chapter 308: The Cowlick Little Celestial Master Gets Even Stronger Today 03

An Wuyang was feeble and lacked strength, yet he still harbored the thought of experiencing divine sense—the Ancestral Master's body was actually warm.

He bore no resemblance to a ghost at all, and a pleasant sandalwood scent lingered on him.

He grew curious, raised his hand again to feel Jin Chen's chest, wanting to test whether there was a heartbeat.

There was one! It was beating quite fast! An Wuyang marveled.

"Are you planning to sleep on me?"

Jin Chen spoke near his ear, his voice low and alluring.

"Although I don't mind, this really isn't a suitable place to sleep."

An Wuyang's face flushed again; belatedly he tried to rise, but Jin Chen stopped him.

"Don't move, let me check your injury."

Jin Chen switched to holding him with one hand, used the other to lift the hem of his clothing, and lowered his head to inspect.

It was clear An Wuyang wasn't skilled at bandaging; he had merely dabbed talisman water on gauze and slapped it on the wound, the edges of which were turning black, wreathed in ghostly qi.

He gently lifted the gauze, his fingertip brushing the wound; spiritual power dispersed the ghostly qi and also repaired the wound somewhat.

"For the next few days, don't touch water, and don't use that talisman water anymore—the ghostly qi has been dispelled, so just apply medicine normally."

Jin Chen's gaze turned serious; he lifted his eyes to meet his and asked, "Did you hear that?"

"I heard." An Wuyang pulled his clothes down, truly feeling a bit at a loss, mixed with a subtle emotion.

"Well, then I'll go to sleep, Ancestral Master—you should rest early too."

He thought Jin Chen would return to the painting to rest, so he got up intending to leave.

Who would have thought Jin Chen followed him all the way to the bedroom.

"From now on you don't need to call me Ancestral Master, to avoid being overheard by scheming people, and I also need sleep."

Jin Chen spoke righteously and followed him into the bedroom.

An Wuyang glanced at the bedding; at this time the side room surely couldn't be readied, so he asked, "What should I call you then?"

"What would you like to call me?" Jin Chen seemed in a good mood, taking off his outer robe and hanging it on the rack.

"Your name is Jin Chen; to avoid drawing attention, how about I call you Uncle Jin?"

Jin Chen: "……"

The smile on his face stiffened as he repeated, "Uncle?"

"Are you dissatisfied?" An Wuyang thought, "But given your current appearance, calling you Grandfather wouldn't be appropriate either."

Jin Chen felt his head about to explode from being called "you" over and over by his own wife, suddenly feeling considerably aged.

"No need to call me Uncle or use any honorific; the identity I've arranged for myself is that of a 27‑year‑old."

An Wuyang realized—originally the Ancestral Master wasn't feeling disrespected; he just felt being called old.

Turns out even a ghost immortal who's been dead for hundreds of years can suffer age anxiety.

"Then… how about Elder Jin? Older Brother Jin?" He tried a few, but An Wuyang felt none of them were quite right.

In the end they settled on, and called him, Chen Brother.

It wouldn't make him seem old, wouldn't sound like a gang boss's title, and wouldn't feel awkward like a flirtatious nickname.

An Wuyang, for the first time in his life sharing a bed with someone, felt a complicated mix of emotions and a wordless novelty, rolling about under the blanket on his side until he was wrapped into a long strip.

After freshening up, Jin Chen returned and commented on the sight.

"Are you preparing to break out of your cocoon and be reborn tomorrow morning?"

An Wuyang gave a hehe laugh, tried to pull free, only to discover he could not move at all—he could only roll.

He looked pleadingly at Jin Chen, hair disheveled, and asked, "Could you trouble Chen Brother to pull the threads and free me from the cocoon?"

Jin Chen: "……"

He approached, pulled the person out of the cocoon, then smoothed the hair that had been fried by static, pressed down the cowlick, and watched it spring back up.

"Just sleep honestly."

An Wuyang looked up; in the backlight, Jin Chen's facial contours stood out sharper, the gentleness in his eyes utterly genuine.

He felt his heart start thumping again, quickly cupped it with both hands, and grew solemn.

"This is serious."

"How so, does the wound hurt?" Jin Chen sat on the bed, reclining halfway.

"I think I've got heart disease; it keeps jumping in some weird way."

"Enough, stop thinking about nonsense." Jin Chen, laughed and exasperated by the boy's fanciful thoughts, flicked his forehead with a finger.

"Hurry up and sleep."

"Funny enough, as soon as you approach it goes 'ga‑ga'—could the heart also have a looks‑fetish attribute…"

An Wuyang muttered, half‑dazed, leaned against the pillow and closed his eyes, soon falling into a deep sleep.

Half an hour later, Jin Chen's eyes snapped open, his gaze sharp as he peered at the restless world outside the window.

Which fearless ghost thing.

He released the pressure surrounding him, which dissipated like the outside.

The commotion vanished instantly; the ghosts that had sensed the extreme‑yin physique fled faster than anyone.

It spread the word: the little Daoist of extreme‑yin physique in the suburban complex had been taken a liking to by a mighty fierce ghost—just the scent drifting away was enough to scare ghosts to death!

Jin Chen then placed another Dao seal on the window, and upon looking back saw An Wuyang lying flat, hands resting on his chest, sleeping especially peacefully.

【Hahaha this pose is so familiar! Host, you've used it too!】0731 starts complaining.

【……Not sleeping, throwing your true form out to date a ghost.】

【I slept!】0731 can bend and stretch.

——

The next day.

An Wuyang got up in the morning and stared blankly at the sunlight outside the window.

Since his master's death, he hadn't slept this well in a long time! Not only were there no wandering spirits disturbing him, but he also hadn't had any nightmares.

Amazing!

He touched his chest; it didn't hurt much anymore. Fortunately, the Ancestral Master helped… Ancestral Master!

The groggy memories returned, and An Wuyang instinctively turned his head to look at the bedside.

Where did it go?

After washing up and changing clothes, he went out and saw an even more miraculous scene.

Jin Chen had already transformed his green robe into modern clothing, his ink-black hair casually tied up and hanging behind him, carefree yet elegant, with his shirt sleeves half-rolled to his forearms, intently… pulling noodles.

An Wuyang thought about the limited ingredients left in the kitchen; it seemed the only thing he could make for breakfast was that bag of flour he had bought separately, but he disliked the trouble of flour, and he silently felt embarrassed.

"Good morning, Chen Ge."

"Morning." Jin Chen lifted his gaze and nodded, "Finally opened my eyes; sleeping feels more peaceful than even this ghost of mine."

An Wuyang said solemnly, "This is called having a good sleeping posture; my master corrected it for a long time."

He plopped down beside the table, also rolled up his sleeves, finding it fun, and asked, "Is there anything I can help with?"

Jin Chen glanced at the enthusiastic teenager, casually pinched a dough ball and tossed it to him.

"Shape it into whatever you like."

"The implication is just to go play."

But it was obvious An Wuyang didn't catch on; he happily began kneading the dough, his delicate brows and eyes full of smiles.

"Let's go out and buy groceries later; there's nothing to eat at home."

Jin Chen had already pulled the noodles and began preparing the sauce.

He paused, then added, "How much money do you have on you right now?"

An Wuyang opened his phone to check the balance, his ahoge drooping.

"Three thousand."

Good thing he doesn't have to pay rent.

【Host! 50 points can be stored in your false identity as 500,000 yuan of liquid funds! I specially went to the neighboring God-rich System to exchange for this permission!】

Jin Chen's fingers twitched slightly as he began to calculate, 【Only 500,000?】

【I only need this little permission.】 0731 feels that being the God-rich System is truly awesome.

Seems he figured something out, Jin Chen curled his lips in a light smile.

【No need.】