Chapter 3147: My Wife and I Role-play Daily Life 32

In the cold pool, the water's ripples gradually stilled.

Jin Chen leaned against the pool's edge, his back pressing against the smooth stone surface moistened by mist, his arms loosely encircling the person in his embrace, water droplets tracing down his collarbone; feeling the wet clothes clinging uncomfortably, he simply pulled off both of their outer robes and tossed them casually onto the stone slab by the shore.

Chenshu was held in his arms, breathing not yet fully settled, his chin resting in Jin Chen's shoulder notch, rubbing slightly, his lips pressing against the skin of Jin Chen's neck, kissing finely and densely.

Jin Chen reached out to pull the silver-chain spirit butterfly that was about to slip from Chenshu's body, his fingertips fiddling with the bead hanging from the spirit butterfly; perhaps it had been sucked on too long, causing Chenshu to tremble slightly.

"What exactly is that secret treasure?" Jin Chen.

Chenshu caught his breath in Jin Chen's embrace, his lowered lashes slowly lifting; he tilted his head and kissed the corner of Jin Chen's lips, then rummaged through his storage ring, pulling out the spirit box set apart. The box was entirely greenish-blue, neither metal nor jade, warm and moist to the touch, its lid engraved with intricate spiritual patterns—clearly not an ordinary item.

"It is a rare secret treasure of this place," Chenshu handed the spirit box to Jin Chen, "Try absorbing it."

Jin Chen took the spirit box and opened its lid. A cluster of green light rose from the box, gathering in his palm. The light cluster was warm and soft, exuding a rich vital aura; merely holding it made one feel utterly refreshed, as if every pore greedily breathed in that pure life force.

Jin Chen raised his brows in surprise—it was pure wood spirit.

No wonder Chenshu thought it a treasure; such a thing is rare even in the lower realms, let alone the upper realms, and for him, whose true form is that of divine sandalwood wood, it is an especially precious nourishment.

Chenshu shifted his posture, leaning back into Jin Chen's arms, showing a hint of lazy satisfaction after his fill. He took the clump of wood spirit from Jin Chen's palm; the light cluster pulsed a few times in his hand, then was gently pressed into Jin Chen's dantian. With palm contact, the wood spirit was quickly accepted by his primal soul.

A cool, refreshing sensation spread from his Nascent Soul, Jin Chen comfortably narrowed his eyes, enjoying this rare ease; his fingers idly rubbed Chenshu's back, now and then.

The water rippled; Chenshu finally removed the silver-chain spirit butterfly hanging from his body and casually placed it on the shore stone. He wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's neck, leaning back into the embrace, skin against skin, the water surging between them: "Within this secret realm, seclusion is inadvisable; I will help you absorb it as soon as possible."

Jin Chen feigned ignorance, propping his head on his arm as he looked at him, his fingertip pressing the now pitiful little fruit that had lost the spirit butterfly's protection, moving it back and forth, his tone teasingly feigning innocence: "How do we do this, senior brother? Teach me."

Chenshu glanced at him, then settled tightly into his lap; the lingering laziness and contentment in his brows and eyes had not yet faded, but another nuance emerged, radiating an indescribable charm from within, like a ripe fruit, especially alluring.

He lowered his head, cupped Jin Chen's face, and kissed him.

"It is naturally… the dual cultivation method."

Another three days passed.

Although the wood spirit had been driven deeper into Jin Chen's soul by the uninterrupted dual cultivation over these three days, the wood spirit remained pure and potent, leaving a portion in his dantian unrefined. Chenshu carefully sensed the flow of Spiritual Power within Jin Chen's body, saying, "It's fine; we'll slowly refine it when we return to the sect."

The refreshed Jin Chen and Chenshu finally emerged from the small cold pool cave cliff.

Jin Chen changed into a brand-new set of Daoist robes: a light cyan shirt embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns, making him appear even more upright and outstanding; even his hairpin was replaced with a matching light cyan spiritual artifact, its body flawless white, its tip inlaid with pale cyan spirit jade, while a tiny mermaid's pearl hung from his left ear, its surface shimmering with a warm, iridescent glow in the sunlight, clearly valuable at a glance.

This outfit, from head to toe, exudes the sense of having been carefully selected and personally put on, making Jin Chen appear extraordinarily noble; standing there, he looks like a figure stepped out of a painting.

The senior brothers and sisters, as well as the Carefree Immortal Sect disciples who had all gathered here, couldn't help but glance at Jin Chen's appearance a few more times. It wasn't because he dressed well—everyone knows Jin Chen looks good in anything—but because the two of them had complexions excessively rosy, spirits full, faces glowing; one could tell at a glance that these past days had been quite nourishing.

Moreover, their cultivation had actually risen another level.

"Tsk tsk."

On the same day, Shen Guiyuan's inheritance was finally completed.

He walked out of the main cave cliff, a faint spiritual light swirling around him, clearly his cultivation had advanced greatly, already reaching the late Nascent Soul stage. Qing Zhu followed behind him, having taken the form of an ordinary spirit creature, palm-sized, entirely emerald green, with two tender green leaves atop its head, looking rather adorable.

Yet strangely, although Shen Guiyuan had clearly received only one-third of the formal inheritance, the treasure box held in Qing Zhu's arms remained unopened.

Its slightly pallid face turned toward Jin Chen, whom it had chosen from the start; after a moment's hesitation, it clutched the treasure box and hopped over to Jin Chen's side.

"I still want to ask you to accept this portion of the inheritance; after all, I've been your little follower for two days," Qing Zhu looked up at him, his voice tinged with reluctance, "You really can't give it a try?"

Even though the Carefree Immortal Sect disciples are well-traveled and knowledgeable, they had never seen anyone rushing to bestow inheritance power upon another; for a moment, everyone's gaze focused on Jin Chen.

Chenshu gave Qing Zhu a wary glance and asked, "What are your conditions?"