Chapter 319: The Cowlick Little Taoist Master Gets Even Stronger Today 14

Jin Chen couldn't hold back his laughter, "I summoned him to look for Sun He's wandering soul."

An Wuyang still doubted a bit, patting his chest to confirm again.

"Did you really summon him?"

Jin Chen nodded, showing no impatience, "Really, if you don't believe me, you can go ask the door yourself."

After hearing that, he trembled as he turned the doorknob, flung the door open, then pattered over to hide behind Jin Chen, peeking out his head to look.

Bai Wuchang covered his aching, shocked nose and gave Jin Chen a meek, worker's smile.

"Lord Jin, what's so urgent that you personally summoned me?"

"I went to the Southern City Outskirts and found a wandering soul; he should have been reborn normally, but lingered in the Yang Realm due to an accident, so I brought him back under my name to redo the process."

When facing Bai Wuchang, Jin Chen's originally indulgent and tolerant tone instantly turned into businesslike coldness.

"Bring him back home to check on him again at noon tonight."

Bai Wuchang calculated, realizing this area was his responsibility, roughly understood who Jin Chen meant, and replied with a bow.

"I understand, and besides, my lord ordered me to remind you: the Underworld is chaotic, so please swiftly capture the Ghost King and bring him back."

"What's the rush? Will the Underworld explode without me?" Jin Chen grew impatient, his aura leaking out.

Bai Wuchang startled, hastily holding up his hat, grimacing as he shook his head, "Lord Jin, you're a mighty aide of the Great Emperor; though the Underworld would be fine without you for now, it's just not the same… I'm leaving right away!"

Seeing Jin Chen's deadly gaze fall on him again, Bai Wuchang dared not urge further, vanished instantly, and the room regained its brightness.

An Wuyang emerged from behind Jin Chen, first lamenting that even the Ancestral Master could be this fierce to his subordinates, but he didn't say it out loud, instead saying, "Turns out Xie Bian doesn't look much like what the Master described."

The Master used to say that Black and White Impermanence were extraordinarily handsome, always appearing in pairs, but looking at them now, they're nothing of the sort.

Jin Chen stored all his magic treasures in the Living Room, hearing that he fell silent for a moment, thinking of Xie Bian's corpse-like face, he still reminded.

"Not all milk is called Teletsu."

An Wuyang: "?"

"What does that mean? Does the Ancestral Master want milk?"

Seeing the boy truly confused, Jin Chen walked past him, picked up the auto-shutdown notebook, and finished the second half of the sentence.

"Not every Bai Wuchang is called Xie Bian; how can the Underworld's officials still be confused about this?"

The ever-present Ancestral Master's test has come again!

An Wuyang sat up straight as if facing a great enemy, replying, "Because the Master never taught me thoroughly."

He deflected blame with utter confidence, not worrying at all that Jin Chen might suspect him.

"What's your Master's name? I'll go ask the Underworld." Jin Chen laughed, his tone teasing.

An Wuyang: "……" Danger danger danger!

He instantly jumped up, terrified, picturing the Master pinching his ears and scolding him, his cowlick wilting, and hurriedly grabbed Jin Chen's arm to beg for mercy.

"No, my ears have finally gotten better these past two years; I don't want to suffer intermittent hearing loss again."

Jin Chen flicked his fingertip at the cowlick that seemed to have a mind of its own, lowered his gaze to look at him, his peach-blossom eyes still full of affectionate smiles.

"You fear your Master, but not me?"

"That's different," An Wuyang shook his head, his expression grave and resolute, "You're far gentler to me than the Master is."

After saying that, he himself was the first to freeze, thinking, "Wait, the Ancestral Master is also an elder; why do I still feel such a big difference in my heart?"

For An Wuyang, who had never experienced love, this problem was obviously an unsolvable riddle.

Jin Chen decided to add fuel to the fire.

He put down his notebook, pulled An Wuyang to sit beside him on the single sofa; though spacious, it was still a bit cramped for two adults, An Wuyang could almost smell the agarwood on Jin Chen, exactly as on the first night.

But this time, smelling it, his mood was somewhat different from the first night.

His heart began to race again, An Wuyang slightly parted his lips, apparently not yet reacting, just instinctively sniffing the scent, after which his thoughts grew even more chaotic.

Like a sponge soaked with water, it weighed down his heart, filling it completely with no gap left, yet it didn't feel heavy.

Jin Chen's arm merely hovered around him, able to rise and leave at any moment, but An Wuyang felt as if stuck to the sofa, losing his ability to think under this ambiguous atmosphere.

In the silent Living Room, only the two of their breaths rose and fell, faintly hearing a disordered rapid heartbeat—An Wuyang's.

In the end, Jin Chen was the first to break the silence.

He extended two fingers, the backs brushing An Wuyang's cheek, the motion exceedingly gentle, as if caressing some precious treasure; due to lowering his head, his hair fell a strand, strands scattering over the boy's neck, this itch seemed to drill straight into An Wuyang's heart.

"What lofty thoughts are making your face flush like that?" Gazing at the boy's fair skin tinged with pink, Jin Chen's throat tightened, his already low voice turning hoarser.

"I… I wasn't thinking of anything." An Wuyang suddenly leaned in, his naturally handsome physique almost bewitched by Jin Chen's face; he furtively glanced away, forcing himself to meet Jin Chen's deeply earnest eyes, "Really, I wasn't thinking of anything, just feeling a bit hot."

As he spoke, Jin Chen's finger had already glided from his brows to the corner of his lips, the fingertip lightly grazing his lips; An Wuyang shuddered again, feeling that even the Ancestral Master was starting to lose his purity.

He hurriedly pushed away Jin Chen's embrace, stood up, and without looking back ran to the training chamber.

"I'll continue meditating and cultivating!" His tone sounded extremely eager, as if he especially craved the baptism of arcane power.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected +10, total 35!】

0731 puzzled, 【Host, why didn't you just go kiss him directly.】

【Did you scare my wife? You're responsible?】

【Cough cough… I have a major report.】0731 promptly changed the subject.

【You said before to pay close attention to the original plot's storyline of the Little Pitiful One falling into ghost cultivation; after observing many times, I finally found some clues.】

【The Little Pitiful One's seal was placed by his granduncle An Meng, and An Meng had been cultivating the ghostly dao since over a decade ago, discovered by the Little Pitiful One's master, which led to his expulsion from Qinghan Temple.】

Indeed, that's the case; Jin Chen kept his lazy, carefree posture, tapping his fingers on the sofa edge, having made a decision in his heart.

Fu Xizhou and An Meng probably also had some contact.

Otherwise, a Ghost King who had just returned to the mortal realm would need time to find his past-life lover; how could he precisely locate the innately spiritual-bodied An Wuyang to use as food?

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the window lattice, falling onto the sofa in the Living Room, faintly swaying.

Jin Chen lowered his gaze, after a while rose, entered the training chamber to inform An Wuyang, then turned into green smoke and headed for the Dao Association.

The most urgent task is to first help An Wuyang retrieve the evil po, so that we can break the seal more safely.