Chapter 309: The Ahoge Little Taoist Master Gets Even Stronger Today 04

Jin Chen, his hand dusted with flour, wiped it on An Wuyang's face, smiling: "Don't frown, you don't have to pay."

An Wuyang instantly perked up.

He can go out for a big shopping spree without spending a penny—no wonder he's devotedly served his patriarch for over a decade!

He followed Jin Chen into the kitchen, laughing happily, only then realizing Jin Chen had no intention of putting his dough in the pot.

"Brother Chen, what about mine?" he reminded.

Jin Chen was boiling noodles, glanced at the solid, misshapen lump of dough, and sincerely advised.

"This belongs as an artwork; it doesn't belong in breakfast."

An Wuyang heard it and said Youyou: "Brother Chen, I'm not a child; I can hear what you mean."

"Really?" Jin Chen exclaimed, surprised. "Then why didn't you catch my meaning just now—that I meant you should skip this breakfast?"

An Wuyang: "……"

He cradled that lump of artwork, fuming, and left the kitchen.

Still fuming, he polished off the noodles, rubbed his stomach, and felt happy.

Jin Chen glanced at the wall clock, hauled the still‑complaining An Wuyang out the door, and headed straight for the large supermarket.

Didu's most expensive large supermarket.

——

An Wuyang looked at the ingredients on the surrounding shelves; each was priced so high it made one smack their lips.

"Brother Chen, can the underworld's spirit money be used here too?" he whispered.

Jin Chen was surprised, lost for words a moment, then said: "You can give it a try."

"Better not; it's unlucky."

An Wuyang gave an embarrassed smile.

Jin Chen picked out the ingredients, then brought An Wuyang to the snack area.

"Pick whatever you like to eat."

"Wow……"

An Wuyang suddenly felt as if he'd become rich overnight.

But not knowing exactly how much money Jin Chen had, and being accustomed to frugality, he only picked out a few items, then obediently looked up at Jin Chen.

"Brother Chen, I've chosen."

Jin Chen saw the cart hardly had any snacks, helplessly pinched the teenager's cheek, and said, "Don't hold back—grab what you like; someone will pay for us."

An Wuyang:!!

He glanced left and right, lowered his voice, and leaned in to ask.

"Could it be you have some wealthy little ghost nearby!"

Jin Chen listened leisurely, tilted his head, lightly tapped his head, and said, "You'll find out soon."

Seeing how confident he was, An Wuyang naturally opened up and chose a huge pile of things he usually wanted but never got the chance to eat, anything that looked tasty.

Afterward, Jin Chen stored the two shopping carts, then took An Wuyang to the underground level's shopping area.

An Wuyang had no idea this large supermarket even had such a section! Though he'd never had the chance to come in before.

The stairwell surroundings were somewhat dim, only brightening once they reached the lower floor.

"So this is the antique porcelain section!"

He whispered in astonishment, afraid to disturb the other people viewing here.

"This way," Jin Chen said, as if prepared, then suddenly brought up a topic.

"How are your ghost‑catching skills?"

An Wuyang was suddenly asked—by his own patriarch, no less—nervousness spiked instantly, and his voice unconsciously rose.

"I've finished the Qinghan Thirty‑Six Techniques, mastered the Daoist Ghost‑Capturing Eight Spells, learned basically everything else I could in spellcraft, but I just can't break through the bottleneck."

As he said the last half‑sentence, feeling a bit guilty, he lowered his voice.

Jin Chen observed the middle‑aged man diagonally opposite who had clearly noticed their chat, then continued: "You've learned a lot; you could be considered a standout among the younger generation."

An Wuyang widened his almond eyes, unable to believe those three words 'outstanding' could apply to him.

Even his master used to say he only had mediocre kung fu! Despite having an innate spiritual body, he couldn't learn high‑level techniques.

Could it be that the patriarch saw his future potential was huge!

He gathered his mystic power, saw the faint white light on his palm, and realized—he was actually that strong!

Just then, hearing the words 'outstanding' and seeing An Wuyang display his mystic power, the middle‑aged man approached without hesitation.

He wore a Chinese‑style shirt, looked like someone long accustomed to authority, yet approached with a smile.

"May I ask if you two are capable ghost‑catching adepts?"

"As expected, you've come."

Jin Chen curled his lips, nodded in tacit agreement, and the hand at his side lightly pinched An Wuyang's fingertip so he wouldn't need to rebut.

"Great! I'm surnamed Gu; I wasn't intentionally eavesdropping earlier—my daughter has recently been possessed by something unclean, and I really can't spare myself."

Upon mentioning this, Mr. Gu's face filled with worry: "I don't know if you two would be willing to come out of retirement to help me settle this; name your price."

Jin Chen remained expressionless, merely staring at Mr. Gu's forehead for a long while, then said upon looking away: "Mr. Gu enjoys deep blessings and excellent offspring affinity; he does not bear the sign of early‑child loss in his fate."

"Today's meeting is fate; I ought to help you, but this month the ghost gate is wide open, so I must reserve my mystic power until month‑end to send the unwilling spirits back to the underworld—why not let my junior disciple help you instead?"

【Host, you're really spouting lies without a draft.】

【Shut up.】

An Wuyang:??? The patriarch still has a living junior disciple?

He glanced left and right, finally guessed the absurd answer in his heart, and looked at Jin Chen with questioning eyes.

Your junior brother? Me?

Jin Chen nodded, "Junior brother, can you agree?"

An Wuyang: "……" Unbelievable, my seniority just shot up!

Mister Gu again pleadingly looked at the obviously younger An Wuyang, not doubting in the slightest whether he had the ability to catch ghosts.

After all, he had heard the earlier conversation clearly.

"Ah... okay, okay." An Wuyang subconsciously agreed, trying to keep his posture straight, also looking as cool as Jin Chen.

"That's wonderful! May I ask, little master, do you have time now? How about we go now?"

An Wuyang: "It's not impossible, but we haven't paid for the things we just bought; otherwise, could you wait a moment?"

Mister Gu hearing this laughed out wrinkles, "No need, this supermarket is under my name; little master, tell me the inventory number and I'll have the driver deliver it straight to your home."

"Then thank you for the trouble, Mister Gu, please lead the way."

Jin Chen responded, his expression still indifferent.

"This way, please." Mister Gu gestured for the two to follow him.

An Wuyang struggled to suppress his surprise, suddenly recalling Jin Chen's earlier remark about someone paying, and instantly felt reverent.

It turns out everything was under the ancestral master's control!

The two followed Mister Gu into a luxury car, heading straight to a plot of land in Didu worth an inch of gold per inch, known as a Chinese-style luxury mansion courtyard that even money can't buy entry into.

But as the car just entered the gate, Jin Chen and An Wuyang in the back seat simultaneously felt a thick yin ghost aura that seemed impossible to disperse.

An Wuyang rubbed his arms, thinking to himself, "I won't be able to kill this ghost, will I?!" Such heavy ghost energy!

Noticing the youth was a bit tense, Jin Chen gently patted the back of his hand, his eyes soft.

It's as if he were saying, "Go ahead and do it, I'm right here beside you to help."