Chapter 785: The Well‑behaved Disciple Enters My Embrace 19

Fei Mian suddenly felt that Master somewhat wanted to let go, allowing him to roam freely.

Many disciples are like that; once they grow up, the master doesn't manage them much.

He hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, I only have Master, only Master."

He buried his face in the embrace, rubbing a little, his tone aggrieved, "Master, don't abandon me……"

Even if he had no friends, it wouldn't matter; his world could have no one else, but it cannot lack Master.

Jin Chen felt satisfied and pinched the soft nape of the youth in his arms.

"Alright, we'll go down the mountain soon; go prepare everything."

Fei Mian still refused to lift his head, speaking in a muffled voice, "Master, stay with me."

Very willful.

But it's all because Jin Chen spoiled him.

No complaints at all.

Watching the master and disciple depart, all the immortal masters sighed with feeling.

Truly a deep and affectionate master-disciple bond.

It's just a little strange.

Qiu Shi looked at the youth in Jin Chen's arms, a flash of determination to possess him crossing his eyes.

At one quarter past the Wei hour, all disciples needing training gathered at the gate of the formation of Xuanzong Sect.

As the team-leading immortal master, Jin Chen was actually a hands-off manager.

After all, the protagonist attacker loves to show off and is used to being the senior martial brother.

He would love that.

"Reporting to the elder, all disciples have arrived; we can depart immediately."

Luo Yi Ping finished counting the numbers and then returned to the group.

Jin Chen lightly raised his hand, threw out the gold-and-silver double-pattern token, and the formation gate immediately burst open.

Everyone stepped onto the teleportation array.

——

Hunan-Chu region, Ancient Maple Town.

This place originally was a town with very active trade; recently it's said that some treasure has appeared, and many sects have sent people over.

This made Ancient Maple Town even more lively, crowds bustling, shouts of vendors rising and falling.

Ever Peace Ke Zhan.

"Innkeeper, please arrange all rooms of every heaven- and earth-character size in your establishment."

Receiving Jin Chen's signal, Luo Yi Ping stepped forward and placed the money-filled pouch on the table.

"Good, good, good, please go upstairs, everyone."

The innkeeper has seen many immortals lately, but never seen such handsome ones all at once; they could serve as living signs for their inn!

Having obtained the room plaques, Luo Yi Ping distributed them to all the disciples.

Heaven-character sized rooms are naturally given to Jin Chen first, then according to seniority to the Yellow-character generation martial brothers; if the heaven-character sized rooms aren't enough, we continue with earth-character sized rooms; when it's the new disciples' turn, they already get double or triple rooms.

"Here you go."

Luo Yi Ping handed the plaque to Fei Mian, "You three will share a room."

He pointed to the two people beside Fei Mian.

Exactly Qiu Shi and another alchemy cultivator disciple.

Fei Mian tilted his head in doubt, turning his hand away.

"I don't want to, I want to stay with Master."

After saying that, he hurriedly ran to Jin Chen's side, staring at that plaque with full resistance.

He definitely would have nightmares if he had to sleep with others.

Qiu Shi's just‑emerged smile stiffened on his face as he advised, "Fei Mian, little master‑uncle, a heaven‑character sized room only has one bed; that wouldn't be proper, would it?"

Who would have thought Fei Mian became even more puzzled, "What's improper about it?"

It's always been like that.

Jin Chen spoke up at the right moment, "Just arrange it like that, you continue."

Luo Yi Ping knew these words were directed at him, he hesitated a moment then continued handing out the plaques.

Glancing at the unhappy person, Jin Chen finally recalled the corresponding name from memory.

Qiu Shi, the person who once fed Fei Mian a bun when he was twelve.

He gently pinched the soft flesh on Fei Mian's cheek, meaningfully saying, "You're quite popular, huh."

He's only seventeen, and already has admirers.

Fei Mian slowly raised a question mark.

What did Master say?

I don't understand, I don't comprehend.

Everyone had been traveling for a long time, just about to go upstairs to rest, when a flash of gold shot forth, turning into shimmering golden characters in Jin Chen's hand.

But others couldn't read it.

An old friend invited, so naturally they had to meet.

Jin Chen curled the corner of his lip, dispersed the spiritual characters, and said to Fei Mian beside him, "Rest first; I, as your teacher, go meet an old friend, I'll return soon."

Fei Mian stared, nodded, rubbed his palm against Jin Chen's, and softly said, "I'll wait for Master in the room; please come back quickly."

"Okay."

Watching Master's back as he left, Fei Mian felt that inexplicable possessiveness rise again in his heart; he couldn't understand why, his mind a tangled knot.

He pursed his lips, ignored the gazes on him, and Fei Mian hurried upstairs, just wanting to sleep well.

Perhaps Master would be back by the time he woke up.

"How old are you, still acting like a child? So childish."

Xie Xi immediately sneered and also made a funny face at Fei Mian.

"All right, why be angry with him all day? Let's go out for a walk."

Luo Yi Ping took his hand and shook it gently, appearing just like a gentle senior brother.

But only in front of Xie Xi.

"Then I want to eat candied hawthorn!"

Just moments ago, the Xie Xi who had called Fei Mian childish said this.

Luo Yi Ping, on the other hand, didn't expose it.

The disciples exchanged glances, shrugged, and all went upstairs.

A few dozen li outside Forever Peace Ke Zhan, in the countryside bamboo cottage, occasional strains of strings and bamboo floated by, especially pleasant and serene.

Jin Chen appeared outside the door, smiling as he knocked.

"Just come in."

Just as the door opened, Jin Chen nimbly sidestepped, turned his right hand, and caught the jade porcelain cup brimming with liquor.

"You two drunkards," he muttered.

Inside the humble dwelling, all necessities were complete; bamboo leaves drifted through the window, and beneath it a green‑clad man played the zither, a strand of his hair fluttering in the gentle breeze, his eyes soft.

Beside him, a blue‑clad man brewed wine by the brazier, handsome and even taller.

"Cough, cough, greetings, Elder of the Ling Xu Order."

Seeing Jin Chen, the blue‑clad man affected a formal bow.

Jin Chen glanced at the two— the zither player and the wine brewer— and, seeing their politeness, also bowed, saying, "Long time no see; you two are still together— truly a cause for celebration."

"Get lost!"

Chang Sun Lang gave him a sideways glance, moved to the zither player's side, and said, "We two are on good terms!"

"What are you talking about? I'm a lone soul."

"Wait, that's not right," he said, then immediately corrected himself: "Not long ago, Elder Ling He came and said you'd taken on a delicately carved jade doll as a disciple."

"A Yu and I were surprised for a long time!"

Si Tu Yu nodded, stopped playing the zither, raised an eyebrow, and asked Jin Chen.

"You once said not even a dao partner, let alone a disciple, would be had— it's too troublesome."

"How so? Has that child changed your mind?"

Jin Chen sat down by the other side of the stove, hearing that and imagining the boy now sound asleep in the inn, a smile he could not hide spreading across his face.

"Yes, he's adorable."

"Also very obedient, not noisy at all."

"Just a bit clingy."

He said three sentences in a row, each one praise.