28: You call me brother, I call you godfather

Jun Wuchen was incomparably furious, and at the same time, incomparably jealous.

He was going crazy!

Because Ji Ruoyun’s beauty was irresistible!

What’s more, the previous body’s deep obsession was also at play.

However, when Jun Wuchen secretly looked at Ji Ruoyun again,

His heart became very excited again.

Hehehe!

Jun Wuchen even couldn’t wait to…

Many forces came to offer condolences.

It wasn’t until evening that they dispersed.

Only Ji Ruoyun kept vigil at night; she had arranged for everyone else to receive those forces.

She knelt before the red-lacquered coffin, silent.

The firelight illuminated her face, giving her a unique charm.

Footsteps sounded, and Ji Ruoyun looked up to see Su Shengyuan walking in slowly, his hands clasped behind his back, a faint divine glow surrounding him, and a smile on his lips.

“Saint!”

Ji Ruoyun greeted him, then bowed slightly, causing her two full moons to almost playfully leap out from beneath her clothes. “Thank you, Saint, for today!”

Su Shengyuan sat beside Ji Ruoyun and smiled.

“Why does Madam thank this Saint?”

“Naturally, it’s to thank the Saint for stabilizing the Jun Family’s situation during the day. Ruoyun is not foolish; she understands the Saint’s intention, and those forces also understand what the Saint’s actions represent.”

Su Shengyuan turned Ji Ruoyun’s face towards him and chuckled, “Oh? It was merely an unintentional act. Let them think what they will. But how will Madam thank me?”

Ji Ruoyun froze!

“……”

Meanwhile, Jun Wuchen, who was outside looking for Su Shengyuan, happened to hear a sobbing sound coming from the mourning hall.

His face instantly changed drastically! Fire practically shot from his eyes!

“Damn it! Damn it!”

He had intended to use this opportunity to approach Su Shengyuan, but he hadn’t expected to hear such sounds. Even a fool would know what was happening in the mourning hall.

This undoubtedly caused Jun Wuchen’s mental state to collapse!

However, he did not lose his reason. He knew that with his cultivation, he would be discovered if he got too close.

So, he could only helplessly stand far away, listening to the faint sounds that tormented him beyond measure.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

The heartbreaking sobs completely disappeared.

“Finally, it’s calm.”

Jun Wuchen’s face showed a look of relief. Unbeknownst to him, his back was already soaked with sweat.

At this moment!

Jun Xiaoyao, swaying with drunkenness, slowly walked towards the mourning hall.

His father’s death had truly dealt him too great a blow!

Seeing this, Jun Wuchen quickly walked over.

“Brother Xiaoyao, I’ll help you.”

However, Jun Wuchen was clearly being presumptuous.

Jun Xiaoyao slapped his hand away, “Get lost, you jinx! Not only did you curse your whole family to death, but you also cursed my father to death, you dog… you dog thing.”

Jun Wuchen’s face instantly darkened.

But he didn’t dare to erupt.

However, the killing intent in his eyes grew increasingly strong.

Jun Xiaoyao had humiliated him many times, and he had long harbored murderous intentions. It was just that he lacked one thing, and now he had obtained it.

Jun Wuchen secretly put a strand of Jun Xiaoyao’s hair into his sleeve, then silently followed him.

“Xiaoyao, are you bullying your younger brother again? The Jun Family is unstable now; you brothers must unite and not disappoint your mother.”

As Ji Ruoyun’s voice came out,

Jun Xiaoyao’s drunkenness instantly sobered up by more than half.

After the two walked in, they saw Ji Ruoyun kneeling before the brazier, her expression still devoid of sorrow or joy, but her face was somewhat flushed under the firelight.

There were even tear stains around her two full moons.

As if she had just cried.

Across from Ji Ruoyun, Su Shengyuan sat quietly, his robes neat, his face calm, his Qi imbued with an ethereal immortal aura, like an ancient True Immortal sitting there.

“Saint!”

Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Wuchen simultaneously bowed to Su Shengyuan.

Su Shengyuan waved his hand casually, “Your mother is overly grieved; as her sons, you should care for her more.”

Jun Xiaoyao looked at Ji Ruoyun with his drunken, hazy eyes, and his eyes instantly turned red.

His mother was crying so sadly, her eyes and face were red from crying, and tears flowed like a curtain of pearls, soaking her collar, leaving countless tear stains, while he only knew how to drink to vent.

“Mother, I’m sorry!”

With a thud, Jun Xiaoyao knelt there.

Jun Wuchen also prostrated himself on the ground, silent.

However, his eyes were spitting fire, and uncontrollable rage shot straight from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.

He hadn’t been drinking, so he saw things more clearly than Jun Xiaoyao.

Was Ji Ruoyun really crying?

“Su Shengyuan! How dare you!”

Jun Wuchen roared silently in his heart, his killing intent having reached its Peak.

He decided: tonight, he would kill Jun Xiaoyao first!

Then he would quicken his pace to gain Su Shengyuan’s trust, and then plot to flay him, draw his tendons, drink his blood, eat his flesh, and refine his soul.

A faint, almost imperceptible killing intent emanated, and Su Shengyuan instantly caught it.

His gaze fell upon Jun Wuchen’s body.

“This must be Madam’s adopted son, Jun Wuchen, correct? He truly is a talented young man!”

Before Ji Ruoyun could answer,

Jun Wuchen slowly raised his head, resuming his dull and taciturn expression, “Uh-huh, hello, Young Master Su… Young Master Su, I’ve long admired your great name. My heart has been filled with reverence for a long time. Now that I’ve seen your divine countenance in person, I feel as if I’m facing a heavenly being, oh no, no, as if I’m seeing an immortal.”

Good heavens!

He truly lived up to being a Holy Ancestor's Remnant Soul that underwent Possession and Rebirth.

His skill at boot-licking was even greater than that of Peak-level, invincible powerhouses like Ye Feng and Pang Dahai.

Su Shengyuan chuckled, seemingly quite pleased with these words, and patted him on the shoulder.

“Little brother, don’t be nervous. Our meeting is fate; why not call each other brothers? Of course, there’s no compulsion; if you want to address each other differently, that’s fine too.”

Address each other differently?

So!

You call me brother? And I call you foster father?

At this moment, Jun Wuchen’s mental state instantly collapsed!