CHAPTER 411: CHAPTER 409: YOU, A MAN WITH NO IDENTITY

Qin Zhao had just finished dinner when she received a call from Nan Xian.

"What are you doing out so late?"

Chu Yan asked.

"Nan Xian needs my help with something."

"..."

As she was about to leave, he forcibly pulled her back.

Chu Yan’s eyes flickered darkly, his mood clearly irked, "Do you have to go at night? What for?"

"Catching ghosts. He can’t handle it, so he asked me to help."

Qin Zhao was quite calm, as she had no special feelings for Nan Xian.

"I’m coming with you."

"Alright then."

Qin Zhao didn’t stop him, to avoid him overthinking at home.

Chu Yan drove her to Chaoyang Garden, and when he saw Qin Yu and the young ghost inside the house, not just Nan Xian waiting for Qin Zhao, his expression improved slightly.

His icy gaze fell on Nan Xian, scrutinizing him several times.

Even with his slow reactions, Nan Xian noticed his stare.

"Is there something you need?"

Chu Yan coldly threw out two words, "No."

"Oh." Nan Xian turned to Qin Zhao, "Zhaozhao, call his mother’s soul over so they can meet, and then he can leave this place."

While speaking, Nan Xian pointed to the young ghost’s soul.

Hearing Nan Xian address Qin Zhao in such an intimate way, Chu Yan’s cool phoenix eyes instantly darkened.

Apart from Qin Yu, Chu Yan had never heard another man call Qin Zhao so affectionately.

Nan Xian’s hand was still on Qin Zhao’s shoulder, asking her quietly, "Why is there so little Spiritual Power in this place? If it weren’t for the lack of power, I wouldn’t have called you over."

"Didn’t you know it was barren when you came?"

"Yes, but I didn’t expect it to be this barren!"

At that moment, with a smack.

Chu Yan knocked Nan Xian’s hand off Qin Zhao’s shoulder, his lips twitching slightly, but the smile not reaching his eyes.

"Heard you’re her fellow disciple?"

Chu Yan stepped forward, pushing Nan Xian aside.

Nan Xian gave him a strange look, then deliberately moved aside to Qin Zhao’s other side.

"Zhaozhao, his mother’s birthdate is..."

Nan Xian informed Qin Zhao of the young boy’s mother’s name and birthday.

"How long has she been deceased?"

"Many years now."

"I’ll try the Soul Summoning Technique first; if that doesn’t work, we’ll have to use the Yin Summoning Spell to ask a Netherworld Envoy."

"Okay, okay."

Nan Xian nodded, thankful his apprentice was here to save the day.

When Qin Zhao was using the Soul Summoning Technique, Nan Xian finally took notice of the person she had brought with her.

"How should I address you?"

Nan Xian asked him casually.

"I’m Qin Zhao’s husband."

"I asked for your name, why tell me that?"

Nan Xian furrowed his brow, then suddenly, his eyes widened.

"What did you say? You’re Zhaozhao’s what?"

Chu Yan curled his lip slightly, the gloomy feelings in his heart finally dispersing a bit.

With considerable satisfaction, he repeated, "I am Qin Zhao’s husband."

Standing nearly 1.9 meters tall, Chu Yan towered over Nan Xian, a look of cold arrogance on his face, his dark eyes filled with a trace of scorn.

You, an illegitimate nobody, from whence you came, you may return!

"You...!"

Nan Xian pointed at Chu Yan, then pointed at Qin Zhao.

His face full of shock, his trembling fingers betraying his excitement.

"You... you’re just..."

With a light cough, Qin Zhao wondered whether she should intervene if Nan Xian were to act against Chu Yan.

"Are you the Donut?!"

To Chu Yan’s surprise, Nan Xian didn’t pull out a knife to beat anyone, instead, he excitedly shook Chu Yan’s hand.

"I’m Nan Xian. According to seniority, strictly speaking, you should call me Master.

However, there’s a saying today, ’Once a teacher, always a father.’

If you want to call me ’Dad’, that’s fine too."

Chu Yan: "???"

Qin Zhao: "...."

Nan Xian hesitated for a while before he revealed his true motive.

"So, um, could you make me a few more donuts?"

Chu Yan’s expression stiffened for a moment, then he turned to ask Qin Zhao, "Is he your master?"

Qin Zhao covered her face, "I suppose so."

Could she deny it?

It took quite an effort for Chu Yan to pull his hand back.

Then he took out a wet wipe he carried with him and vigorously wiped the hand that Nan Xian had touched.

"Uh, he’s a bit of a clean freak, Master, don’t mind him," Qin Zhao tried to explain.

Chu Yan, however, gave Nan Xian a cold look, still holding no fondness for him.

Nan Xian waved it off, "No worries, can’t a Soul Summoning Technique be used?"

Only then did he remember the real issue at hand.

"It can’t be used, she must have gone to the underworld already."

Qin Zhao used the Yin Summoning Spell to summon a Netherworld Envoy.

"His mother is still in the underworld, not yet reincarnated."

The Netherworld Envoy cautiously glanced at Chu Yan, somehow feeling like he was being supervised at work.

Thus, the envoy explained further, "The underworld is understaffed recently, and evil ghosts have escaped to the Mortal World. All the envoys are so busy, so the efficiency of the reincarnation process has slowed down a lot.

If he wants to see his mother, I can take him there. Anyway, he has to wait for his turn for reincarnation in the underworld, might as well wait with his mother."

"That would be the best."

Nan Xian nodded in satisfaction, "As for the grievances in the Mortal World, they can be handled by the mortal institutions."

The young soul followed the envoy.

Before leaving, he provided them with the location of the ravine where his body was.

As long as they knew where the body was buried, leading the police to the body, the police would naturally trace it back to his father.

"I’ll call the police first; you guys wait here for me."

Qin Yu said to them, then went out to make the call.

Nan Xian pulled Qin Zhao over to the balcony and whispered to her, "Get him to make me a few donuts. I want to eat donuts!"

"I’ll talk to him, but I don’t know if he’ll agree."

Nan Xian became anxious, "Since he’s your husband, what’s wrong with showing some filial respect to your master?"

"Why don’t you ask him yourself?"

"He seems not to like me; I’m too scared to ask."

Nan Xian felt Chu Yan was cold as ice, and he didn’t want to communicate with him.

Communicating with such a person is torture for someone with social anxiety.

Chu Yan saw Nan Xian pulling Qin Zhao away, whispering behind his back.

His expression immediately darkened, and he walked towards the balcony.

"Am I not allowed to listen?"

Nan Xian had an inexplicable feeling he was going to be hit.

He hadn’t been very perceptive to these emotions before, like just now with Qin Yu and the young man somewhat wanting to punch him, he hadn’t felt it.

But now, probably because Chu Yan’s hostility was too strong, Nan Xian could sense it.

"No."

That was what Nan Xian said.

And with that, Nan Xian, too, kept his face cold, expressionless, appearing quite imposing.

After saying it, he thought about it and felt something was off.

"You better not listen."

"..."

Qin Zhao’s lips twitched a little; Nan Xian’s explanation was worse than none at all.