Chapter 3134: My Wife and I Roleplay Daily Life 19

In his sea of consciousness, System 11 finally found an opportunity to express emotions. The tiny light point jumped up and down excitedly, chattering in a childish voice: "Ahhhhh! Task holder! You're amazing! You actually suppressed him! This is simply the pinnacle of the nemesis task!"

Jin Chen got a headache from its noise, "Don't you think my method isn't nemesis enough?"

"That's because I previously didn't understand your deep meaning!" System 11's tone was full of admiration, "But you suppressed him! Nothing could humiliate a nemesis more than this! He must be furious now! Utterly humiliated!"

System 11 even suggested: "The task holder can still coldly and mercilessly leave, leaving him alone in a miserable, vexing state, doubling the effect."

Jin Chen loosened the knotted hair in his hand, sat up straight, and said, "Are you really a nemesis system, or a scumbag-raising system?"

System 11 let out an "eh", seeming to be stumped by the question, fell silent for a few breaths with some reason, then said, "Let me study a bit and then answer this question."

Jin Chen successfully persuaded it to shut up, his mood improved considerably, he continued lowering his head to wrestle with his hair, feeling inside that the new system was easy to fool—no points or food needed to shut it up. Thinking of the Zero Egg still preparing to take form, Jin Chen propped his chin and wondered whether the supplies he'd sent were enough.

By the bedside, Chenshu finally managed to make himself presentable, draping his outer robe and covering what needed covering. He got off the bed, walked to the table, poured a cup of tea that had long gone cold, lifted it to his lips, and then heard System 00's anguished lament in his ear.

"How could you let him suppress you! This doesn't fit the nemesis setting!"

00: "Ding! Emergency mission issued! Based on yesterday's event seriously deviating from the nemesis code of conduct, a remedial mission is now released: you must press your nemesis back down! Time limit: seven days! Mission success reward: 300 points!"

Chenshu spat out the mouthful of tea he had just swallowed, tea splashing onto the tabletop. He set down the cup, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and choked, coughing twice.

Jin Chen heard the commotion, turned his head, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Chenshu said, wiping the tea from the corner of his mouth without changing his expression.

Jin Chen glanced at him suspiciously, then heard Chenshu call his name again.

"Jin Chen."

"Huh?"

Chenshu leaned against the headboard, waved at him, his tone a bit softer than before, "My waist is a little sore."

Jin Chen narrowed his eyes at him—body cultivators most despise shouting about pain or fatigue—but after hesitating a few breaths, he still approached, tentatively reaching out to rub his waist… then his face was seized by Chenshu's two hands.

Chenshu pinched his cheeks, looking at him with a smug smile, his tone tinged with mischief, "Junior sister, your bridal makeup is all smudged."

Jin Chen: "?"

He stared blankly for a few seconds, then suddenly realized that since last night his face had been wearing makeup.

After all that sweaty turmoil, although he used the Purifying Body Technique to cleanse his body, he completely forgot the makeup on his face, which is surely now a mess.

Jin Chen lowered his head, angrily rubbing his head randomly on Chenshu's shoulder, then lifted his head and looked at Chenshu with a wounded expression.

"Chenshu, you've made me an ugly monster for the second time."

Chenshu held back a smile, reached out to lift his side cheek, examined it carefully, then seriously nodded, "Hmm, it seems there is a bit."

Jin Chen: "……"

Seven heads were already waiting at the courtyard gate early in the morning.

They pricked up their ears, trying to hear whether there was any fighting sound inside, but after waiting half a day, there was neither the clang of spiritual power colliding nor the rattling of furniture being smashed; it was quiet to an unusual degree.

Jin Chen stormed out, his whole body exuding a low pressure, as if he had suffered some great injustice, his hair still a bit messy.

By contrast, Chenshu, who followed behind him out, appeared much more relaxed, his steps unhurried, his demeanor at ease, even the corners of his mouth bearing a smile—completely unlike the reaction one would expect from someone who just discovered he had been led to bed by his nemesis while lacking memory.

The seven people stared at each other, and in the end Feng Yao was chosen to act as peacemaker. He stepped forward and, using the gentlest tone, comforted Jin Chen: "Chen'er, it's good that Senior Brother Chenshu has regained his memory—why are you still so angry?"

Before he could finish speaking, Jin Chen turned his head away, not letting him see his face: "Don't look, let's hurry out. It's ugly."

"Ugly?" Feng Yao tilted his head in confusion, leaned in to examine his face closely, "Isn't it glowing red all over? Where's the ugliness?"

Jin Chen blinked, reached up to touch his face, rubbed it twice, found no trace of rouge or lipstick on his fingertips, then suddenly realized and turned his head to look at Chenshu.

Chenshu leaned against the doorframe, the smile on his face impossible to hide.

Jin Chen's mood instantly cleared, he happily approached Chenshu, his voice tinged with pride, "It turns out Senior Brother had already cleaned me up."

"Indeed, after getting married it's different—Senior Brother truly loves me deeply."

Chenshu reached out to touch his face, then deliberately spoke in an excessively gentle voice, "After all, a wife's beauty is a husband's glory."

Jin Chen's smile froze for an instant, "Chenshu."

The seven people at the gate: "……"

Oh no, Chen'er and Senior Brother Chenshu are too stimulated, they've started spouting nonsense.

The illusion shattered, and the group returned to reality.

In the courtyard of the Moon Cultivation Institute, the morning light was just right; the walls and ground destroyed by corpse spirits last night had already repaired themselves, as if nothing had happened.

The seven senior brothers and sisters who had tangled with corpse spirits all night in the illusion each gained some insight, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard with eyes closed, regulating their breath to digest what they'd gained from the illusion.

Lingxiao Immortal Venerable stood in the center of the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the nine people, finally resting on Jin Chen and Chenshu, and he slightly raised his eyebrows.

"How come the two of you junior nephews show no change at all?"

The other seven people each gained some insight, but only Jin Chen and Chenshu had breath as steady as usual, with no sign of breakthrough nor fluctuation of insight—like they'd just taken a vacation in the illusion.

"Your senior brothers and sisters all brought back the lingering aura of the illusion, but you two are spotless. Tell me, what did you do in the illusion?"

Jin Chen cupped his chest with his hands, "We… in the illusion… became husband and wife."

Lingxiao Immortal Venerable: "Ah……"

Behind him, Gu Qingshang's gaze darted from his own disciple to Jin Chen, then back to Chenshu, his curiosity piqued, "Junior nephew, tell us in detail."

Jin Chen continued to hold his chest, "The senior brothers said… to stabilize the illusion we had to follow its script, so I and Senior Brother Chenshu had no choice but to marry… alas… everything was for the greater good."

He spoke with sincere feeling, moving to the depths of the heart, as if sacrificing his purity for the sect's benefit.

Lingxiao Immortal Venerable fell silent for a while, then said, "So, in the illusion you performed the wedding rites and entered the bridal chamber?"

Lingxiao Immortal Venerable suddenly smiled benevolently, "If so, since you two have sacrificed much for the sect, our sect cannot let you suffer for nothing—go to the storehouse and fetch two fine treasures to calm your spirits."

Thus, in the illusion Jin Chen not only slept with his wife, but also swindled treasures from the Sect Leader.

When the treasures arrived in his hands, Jin Chen was even more satisfied: one was a Heart-Protecting Jade Pendant capable of withstanding a full-force strike from a Nascent Soul cultivator, the other a short sword, though not as good as Chenshu's waist sword, still a rare magical artifact, its blade flowing with a pale azure spiritual light.

Jin Chen hung the Heart-Protecting Jade Pendant at his waist, shoved the short sword into Chenshu's hands, clapped his palms, and felt content.

The morning light grew brighter, birdsong filled the air, and a new day began.

Only System 00 persistently shouted in Chenshu's sea of consciousness: "Remember the mission! Within seven days! You must press him back down!"

Chenshu rubbed his forehead, "I know."