Chapter 316: The Cowlick Little Celestial Master Also Got Stronger Today 11

Ten minutes after receiving the call, Jin Chen rushed to the school.

Universities rarely call parents, after all everyone is an adult; many things can be handled independently, so if they really do call, it indicates something major has happened.

He walked to the office door and saw An Wuyang with his arms crossed over his chest, looking as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Also in the office were the counselor who had called earlier, a gaunt, gloomy-looking teenager, and behind him a similarly flustered middle-aged man, plus a female student standing silently in the corner with her head down.

Jin Chen glanced at everyone, his gaze lingering on the gloomy teenager for a few seconds before he finally entered.

"Wuyang." He called softly, his tone gentle and accommodating.

An Wuyang had been feeling awful; hearing Jin Chen's voice, he could no longer hold back and turned to complain.

"Brother Chen……"

"What's wrong? What injustice have you suffered?"

Even without an evil spirit, he could still be angry—clearly he had suffered quite a grievance.

He put his arm around An Wuyang's shoulders, lowered his head to ask carefully, and his calm gaze swept over the person opposite.

"I don't know either; I just happened to be passing the stairs when I saw Sun He bullying a female classmate, so I stepped in to stop him. Then Sun He tried to hit me, but he hadn't actually struck me yet, so he went to tell the teacher."

As he spoke, An Wuyang deliberately leaned close to Jin Chen's ear and added in a gossipy whisper: "Besides, Sun He has a strange aura—nothing like a ghost, just really weird."

Jin Chen nodded to show he understood, ruffled the boy's hair, and said, "Don't be upset; I'll take care of it."

"Mm." An Wuyang nodded obediently, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Jin Chen.

The Ancestral Master really is the coolest!

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total now 15!】

"Are you An Wuyang's brother?" the counselor said, recognizing Jin Chen's voice as the caller's and seeing his face, she immediately assumed he was the brother.

Jin Chen didn't deny it either, merely asking, "My surname is Jin; are the things Wuyang just said all true?"

"Of course it's fake!" the middle-aged man shouted, face red and neck thick, "My kid has always been well‑behaved and obedient, good grades and diligent—how could he possibly do something like that?"

He patted Sun He's shoulder, saying, "Is that right, kid? You didn't do anything, don't be scared—Dad's here to back you up."

Sun He said nothing.

The counselor also felt awkward, she sighed, "Actually, Mr. Sun is right—Sun He really used to be very well‑behaved, his grades have always been at the top of our department, and he wouldn't do something like this."

She especially emphasized the word "before."

"But lately his state seems off—he often skips class and doesn't return to the dorm at night. Even though they're college students with their own affairs, they can't miss every class."

The helplessness in the counselor's tone was obvious; hearing it, the middle‑aged man couldn't save face and said, "My kid just had an illness a few months ago—maybe he hasn't fully recovered yet."

"No matter what, he could never molest a female classmate!"

The female student in the corner cried louder, "An Wuyang saw it too—I… I have marks on my neck, you've seen them, we have the evidence, why won't you believe us?"

An Wuyang nodded, "Yes, yes, I saw it all—that's why he moved against me first. I was genuinely acting in self‑defense; even if it was excessive, you can't say I hit him on purpose."

He muttered, "I'm not idle—why would I bother hitting him? It's not fun at all."

Having said that, he turned his head and met Sun He's gaze—hidden beneath slightly long bangs, it was extremely gloomy yet oddly accompanied by a smile.

An Wuyang frowned; he still felt something was very strange.

Part of his reason for striking earlier was to test whether Sun He was human or ghost, but there was indeed no ghostly aura on him.

"Take a look at how badly my kid is hurt!" the middle‑aged man grew angrier, but his tone weakened after meeting Jin Chen's gaze.

Jin Chen first glanced at the closed office Main Gate, then asked the counselor.

"Your office has no surveillance, right?"

"……No, Mr. Jin, do you need to see the surveillance?" the counselor wondered.

"No need," Jin Chen said with a light smile, lowered his fingertips after finishing his calculation, casually pulled up a chair and sat down, drawing An Wuyang to his side.

Clearly seated, he nevertheless exuded more presence than anyone else.

"Sun Daqiang, 49, works in construction. Three months ago your son Sun He went to the construction site to see you; while exiting the highway his car had an accident, he was rushed to the hospital near death, yet after surgery he miraculously sprang back to life, lively and vigorous—everyone thought he had been cured."

He spoke in a very flat tone, reciting those words.

Sun Daqiang's face grew uglier and uglier, finally clenching his fists, "How do you know all this? What else do you know?!"

"What else do you want to hear me say?" Jin Chen smirked, showing a mocking smile, "Do you want me to say that you saw your son about to not be saved, so you willingly asked the Earth Grandmother enshrined at home to intervene and retrieve your son's soul?"

"……Shut up!"

Sun Daqiang slammed the table, pulled Sun He behind him, and pointed at Jin Chen and the two, "Who exactly are you guys?!"

"Wuyang, let me introduce you." Jin Chen gently patted An Wuyang's arm.

"By the way, let's get to know this Earth Grandmother's inheritor."

"Oh, so you're the Earth Grandmother's inheritor—my apologies." An Wuyang pretended to suddenly understand.

Although he actually didn't know any Earth Grandmother.

But he did know sweet potato.

"I am the 305th‑generation successor of the Pure Cold Temple, Celestial Master An Wuyang."

His earlier agitation had faded; now he just wanted to figure out what was going on with Sun He.

"Celestial Master…… you are Celestial Masters." Sun Daqiang muttered, his face shifting from rage to ashen, also seeming unwilling, as he tightly held Sun He in his arms.

"Are you doing this on purpose, knowing I used a forbidden technique to summon my child's soul back, right?"

This remark made Jin Chen slightly surprised, a hint of consideration flashing in his eyes.

"Mr. Sun, I think you need to give this some careful thought: if the summoned soul truly belongs to your son, how could his behavior and conduct be so completely different from before?" He pointed out the matter bluntly.

The counselor and the female student who had stopped crying: "……"

These people are saying something that does not conform to socialist core values.

They're all dumbfounded, not knowing how things could have turned out this way.

An Wuyang earnestly raised his hand, his cowlick standing straight up, "I have a method that can let Mr. Sun know whether your son is truly Sun He."