Chapter 325: The Cowlick Little Taoist Master Gets 20% Stronger Today

An Wuyang thought it over and ultimately decided to break the seal today.

Tomorrow's class is in the afternoon, so you can still rest well in the morning.

He crouched and poked one of the magic treasures, asking, "What do I need to do?"

"You need to stay in a good mood, then trust me."

The gaze looking up from his crouch was so adorable that Jin Chen unconsciously rubbed the youth's head, saying, "Even if you have a magic treasure to guard the dharma, breaking the seal will still impact the meridians and will be painful."

"I can endure it for greater strength."

An Wuyang's tone this time was very serious, no longer the playful manner of before.

After all, the return of the evil spirit will still have an effect; he is about to attend the Didu Taoist Masters' tomb gathering, representing the reputation of the Clear Cold Observatory. Although Jin Chen is there, so he doesn't need to worry about his safety, he ultimately does not want to be looked down upon by others.

In the past there was no way; even if he made an effort, the seal prevented any corresponding reward. Now that he can finally break it, he certainly won't be afraid.

The youth's eyes were blazing and resolute, fearless of wind and waves and hardship.

"Alright, then go change into your Daoist robe." Jin Chen said, "With me here, I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

"Mm!"

Ten minutes later, everything was ready.

After changing into his Daoist robe, An Wuyang sat cross-legged, surrounded by the seven magic treasures already arranged in formation, each representing yin yang and the five elements, protected by the Seven Star Array.

He placed his hands in a seal below his navel, pressed his tongue to the upper palate Heavenly Pool acupoint, slightly closed his eyes, inwardly gazed, observing his nose, his nose observing his heart, his heart observing the qi in his dantian.

After a few moments, he entered the state of utter silence, concentrating his breath and listening.

Jin Chen held his natal magic treasure, an extremely long green ruler, to show the impartiality of the Investigation Bureau.

Seeing the youth had entered cultivation, he floated the ruler aloft, making it the pivot of the Seven Star Protective Array, to deter surrounding ghosts and monsters from approaching, and also to gather spiritual energy for any need.

With his left hand's two fingers pressed together against An Wuyang's forehead, and his right hand forming a seal before his chest, Jin Chen likewise closed his eyes, using his divine sense to look at his inner dantian.

Just as before, it was still a misty expanse beneath a surging spring of Spiritual Power.

Jin Chen silently recited the incantation, beginning to slowly tear the seal with mysterious power.

At first it was fine; when An Wuyang sensed the pain, he silently chanted the Purifying Mind Divine Mantra to steady himself, his dantian feeling numb, accompanied by a surging, sour, distending heat flow from the life gate acupoint, as if something were churning inside his dantian.

But gradually, as the seal was torn, true qi ran wild through the meridians, and the pain began to intensify.

The back of his neck and the adjoining spine felt swollen and painful as true qi wandered there, striking the bones and tendons; An Wuyang felt his flesh being torn, the most fragile meridians ruthlessly crushed by an invisible hand, continually ripping apart his inner flesh.

Cold sweat dripped down, An Wuyang's face turned as white as snow, leaving only an instinctive trembling.

Jin Chen focused all his attention on tearing the seal, while a thread of his divine sense closely monitored An Wuyang's outward reaction; seeing he could no longer bear the pain, the hand hovering before his chest instantly flicked aside, activating the Seven Star Protective Array.

Golden light flared as the magic treasure activated, Spiritual Power gathering into a gentle stream that entered An Wuyang's body through the heavenly spirit cover on his forehead, soothing his turbulent meridians and bones.

His expression finally eased a bit.

At this point, the seal's tearing had reached its final step.

Jin Chen increased his output of mysterious power, shaping it into a blade of qi to tear open the last layer of the seal.

In an instant, the surging mysterious power erupted like a volcano, pouring into the dantian and coursing through his limbs and bones.

An Wuyang's last trace of pain vanished, his whole body entering a soft, numb, limp state, his breathing slow and gentle; he could feel the true qi that had been chaotic inside him, under the influence of mysterious power, begin to obey, circulating through the Ren and Du meridians.

Jin Chen withdrew his divine sense and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

Just then, an unexpected incident occurred.

As the time spent breathing in and out lengthened, An Wuyang found he could not tame the endless stream of mysterious power pouring forth; it seemed to have a will of its own, gathering in the upper abdominal meridian and refusing to return to the dantian.

He felt his body growing hotter, his breath warming, his formerly pale complexion taking on an abnormal flush.

"Hot..."

It felt as if his whole body were being roasted by flames, not a painful heat but a gentle simmer; the numbness had not yet faded when a heat surge rose up.

At this moment, An Wuyang's eyes were tightly shut, his long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, he clenched his lower lip to endure the scorching sensation, his face flushed.

【Something's wrong, Host—Little Pitiful One seems as if he's taken a love potion.】

Jin Chen also noticed something amiss, reaching out to feel An Wuyang's forehead, which was already scorching hot.

"Wuyang, the seal has been broken; slowly exhale and turn the mysterious power back to the dantian."

His voice was naturally heard by Wuyang, but whenever he tried to redirect the mysterious power, he encountered resistance and could not move it at all.

"I can't…… it's so hot……"

He furrowed his brows, his expression pained; even without opening his eyes, he instinctively grabbed the corner of Jin Chen's robe.

Helpless, Jin Chen leaned forward, pressing his forehead to An Wuyang's, his divine sense re-entering to examine, and finally understood why, after breaking the Spiritual Power seal, An Wuyang felt so awful.

As the true qi passed the tailbone acupoint, it encountered obstruction; the true qi that should have flowed to the dantian accumulated in the lower abdominal meridian, triggering an emotional surge.

He first threw 0731 into the Little Black Room.

"Wuyang, open your eyes." Jin Chen softly called to wake him.

Hearing the voice, An Wuyang thought Jin Chen had found a solution, so he stopped trying to draw the Spiritual Power back himself, breathed, opened his eyes, and withdrew from cultivation.

As soon as he regained awareness, his limp, numb body slumped sideways; he lacked the strength to grasp Jin Chen's fingers, his consciousness burned into confusion.

"Brother Chen… it's so hot, I feel awful."

Jin Chen held him in his arms, explaining in brief words: "Wuyang, you must now release your essence to ease the stagnation of true qi."

Wuyang only half‑understood; at this point he could not think through these matters, only knowing that Jin Chen's skin felt cool, and he kept burrowing into his embrace.

"Awful." He pressed his cheek against Jin Chen's neck, rubbing; having heard the words "release essence," he didn't know how to do it, and his Daoist robe became disheveled from the rubbing.

"Brother Chen, help me……"

Wuyang's tone was coquettish, his eyes misty with moisture, his cheeks flushed.

Jin Chen, heated by the rubbing, had his gaze grow unusually deep, his thumb brushing the youth's lips, his voice low and hoarse.

"Wuyang, did you understand what I meant?"

"I don't understand." Wuyang said firmly, seeing Jin Chen remain still for a long time, thinking he didn't want to help, he turned up the corner of his mouth, his cowlick limp and drooping.

"You don't help me... you bad person."