Chapter 3120: My Wife and I Role-Play Daily Life 05

When Jin Chen returned to Myriad Phenomena Peak, it seemed as if his soul had been sucked out of him.

He hurried all the way, sleeves flying, steps quick, but he kept his hand over his face, revealing only a pair of eyes filled with the words "I don't want to live".

Along the road from the foot of the peak to the cave abode, the disciples sweeping in the purple bamboo grove had been bending over to sweep the ground, but hearing the commotion they looked up and all froze. Their senior brother usually walks with ease, sleeves fluttering, occasionally stopping to greet passing spirit sparrows—what's wrong today? One disciple wondered, "Senior brother?"

Jin Chen ignored him and walked straight inside.

The sweeping disciple stared for two seconds, then reacted, turned and ran toward the front courtyard, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Senior brother is in trouble!"

The entire Myriad Phenomena Peak entered a state of highest alert in the time it takes to finish a cup of tea.

By the time Jin Chen returned to his quarters, a group of junior disciples were already waiting, each with a look of facing a great enemy.

"Please sit, senior brother," He Yun said, carefully supporting Jin Chen's arm and guiding him to a chair. She glanced aside; the junior sister instantly understood, and in a flash flipped the table mirror face‑down, pressed it onto the tabletop, and also gathered the other reflective items. Another junior brother brought spirit spring water, placing it beside him and turning the cup so its reflective side faced away from Jin Chen.

Jin Chen sat in the chair, eyes closed, hand still over his face, his voice muffled: "Hurry, hurry—while I'm still alive, quickly wipe it off."

He Yun dipped a cloth in spirit spring water, cautiously approached Jin Chen's face, and said, "Senior brother, I'm starting."

Hmm.

He Yun held his breath and gently wiped the black mark on Jin Chen's cheek with the cloth; one swipe, it didn't come off.

He Yun's expression twisted slightly, he increased the pressure, wiped again—still no change.

He gritted his teeth, switched to a clean cloth, doused it with more spirit spring water, and rubbed hard twice—but the black mark didn't budge, instead growing brighter.

He Yun's hand began to tremble.

The surrounding junior disciples watched his worsening complexion, their hearts in turmoil, until someone finally whispered, "How is it? Did you wipe it off?"

He Yun fell silent for a moment, then difficulty speaking: "Wiping… it seems I can't get it clean."

Jin Chen snapped his eyes open as if hearing terrible news, shoved He Yun's hand away, rushed to the table, flipped the mirror face‑up, lifted it to his eyes, and saw a handsome face with a vivid black cuckoo bird perched on it.

Jin Chen refused to believe it, dipped his finger in spirit spring water and rubbed hard twice—no effect. He then performed a hand seal; a pulse of spiritual light swept from head to foot, smoothing his robes as if new, but the cuckoo bird on his face remained unmoved.

Jin Chen stared at the stubborn cuckoo in the mirror, slowly lowered his hand, pressed his forehead, and slumped back into the chair as if all his strength had been drained.

"Hang in there, senior brother!" several junior disciples exclaimed, crowding around to comfort him: "Even if there's a little bird on your face, you're still the number‑one beauty of the Free and Easy Immortal Sect!"

"Exactly, senior brother—just a tiny bird, it hardly affects your peerless elegance!"

"Senior brother, please don't give up!"

Even the System 11 in his sea of consciousness popped up, chirping in a childish voice, "Task bearer, hang in there!"

Jin Chen sighed and muttered, "Chenshu, such a petty person."

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, but with nowhere to vent, he could only keep pressing his forehead and sighing.

At that moment, a timid voice came from behind the crowd: "Senior brother… I have something here that might help."

The crowd made way, revealing the little junior sister Yu Bai holding out a sheer veil to Jin Chen.

"This is a veil unique to the Merfolk Clan; I picked it up at the trade market recently, never used. It's said to be breathable and concealing, and looks especially lovely when struck by spiritual light… Senior brother, if you don't mind, you can wear it as a temporary measure."

Jin Chen lowered his hand from his forehead, lifted his eyes to the veil: the fabric was light and thin, yet in the light it gave off a delicate pearl sheen, its edge trimmed with a silver thread—indeed fine material. He reached out, took it, and laid it over his face; it clung snugly to his nose bridge, the silver threads hanging down to tie loosely behind his ears, leaving only his brows and eyes exposed.

The veil covered just the lower half of his face; his eyes, already handsome, now drew even more attention, his brows and eyes full of feeling, his gaze shifting.

The junior disciples all let out a breath of relief. In the world of appearance‑obsessed fans, as long as senior brother's face is still there, Myriad Phenomena Peak won't collapse.

"With this veil on, senior brother," Yu Bai said, hands over her heart, "it has an even more ethereal, immortal air."

"Exactly!"

Jin Chen gradually eased from their stream of praise, but still uneasy; he turned to the mirror, checked left and right to make sure the veil covered him completely with no hint of exposure, and only then did he relax a little.

System 11 floated beside his shoulder, its light points blinking: "Task bearer, now is the perfect time to go settle scores with your arch‑enemy."

"Not in a hurry," Jin Chen said, curling the corner of his mouth beneath the veil, his tone steady. "The urgent thing is to fix my face; settling scores can wait."

At dawn the next day, Jin Chen set out.

He changed into a moon‑white long robe with subtle woven patterns that flickered with flowing light as he moved, paired with the Merfolk veil he had just donned, giving him an ethereal, immortal air, like a celestial being descending to the mortal world. Every disciple he passed turned to stare, feeling sure this would be the new beauty trend of the Free and Easy Immortal Sect for the coming months.

Jin Chen headed straight for Hanging Pot Peak.

Hanging Pot Peak is the domain of the herbal cultivators; the mountains are blanketed with spiritual herbs and medicines, the air thick with medicinal fragrance. In the herb fields, a few herbal‑cultivator disciples busied themselves diligently.

Su Wan Zhao wore a crisp short outfit, sleeves rolled to the elbows, shouldering a hoe, squatting in the herb field to loosen the soil around a spiritual herb; beside her stood the newly admitted disciple Liu Qingwan. Liu Qingwan squatted at her side, attentively listening to her explain the herb's cultivation points, nodding now and then.

"Look at this stalk of orchid‑lichen," he said, "the edges of its leaves glow with a faint purple light, showing the spiritual energy concentration is just right. If the color leans white, it means insufficient spiritual energy, needing a supplement of spiritual liquid…"

Su Wan Zhao was saying this when he suddenly noticed Liu Qingwan's gaze turn vacant, then instantly go starry‑eyed; following her line of sight, he turned back—and sure enough, it was Jin Chen, that troublemaker.

Su Wan Zhao lifted his hoe, stood, casually wiped sweat from his forehead, and said, "Isn't this the number‑one beauty of Myriad Phenomena Peak? Oh, this month's Heavenly Face Pill isn't finished yet—if you're here to rush the order, tough luck."

Jin Chen walked up to her, stood firm, his voice weak and listless: "My face…"