After returning to his own body, a question always troubled Zhou Jiayu: without his Extreme Yang physique, could Lin Zhushui still continue in the feng shui profession?

However, his worry didn’t last long, as Lin Zhushui soon gave him the answer. Zhou Jiayu was once again plagued by a dirty spirit.

Logically, no longer being an Extreme Yin body, Zhou Jiayu shouldn’t attract such things as he did before. But merely going out with Shen Yiqiong in the evening to buy popsicles, Zhou Jiayu ran into trouble.

The weather that day was hot, and the ice at home had just run out and hadn’t been delivered yet. Shen Yiqiong lay on the sofa whimpering about wanting ice, and even brought along Little Paper, saying it wanted some too.

Shen Yiqiong was one thing, but when Little Paper acted cute, no one in the house could resist. Even Lin Zhushui contributed his hair for it to pull. Zhou Jiayu, this doting silly dad, was even less likely to resist.

“Okay, okay, we’ll go get some ice.” Zhou Jiayu, being charmed by Little Paper, was both pained and happy, holding his son and kissing its forehead.

Shen Yiqiong and Little Paper’s wishes were granted, and they cheered. The three of them went out together.

There were no popsicle vendors nearby, so the three of them shuffled along in their slippers towards a more distant supermarket. Of course, to keep Little Paper from scaring anyone, Zhou Jiayu still tucked it into his pocket.

It was early summer, but the weather already felt somewhat hot. The sun was hanging far on the horizon, about to set, and the clouds in the sky were dyed a beautiful red, contrasting with the pure white clouds to make the sky appear high and blue.

Zhou Jiayu and Shen Yiqiong finally found a small supermarket that sold popsicles. The two of them bent over, rummaging through the popsicles for a long time, finally finding what they wanted. They then took over a dozen and asked the boss for a bag to put them in.

Shen Yiqiong, with a popsicle in his mouth, mumbled that this brand was the best.

Zhou Jiayu agreed; he also liked this brand of popsicle. It was creamy, not too sweet, and cheap. Speaking of cheap, Zhou Jiayu remembered his current unemployed status and couldn’t help but sigh. He had been in a coma for so long that his job was long gone. His social security had been interrupted for so many years, and even his medical insurance was gone. He still wanted to support Lin Zhushui, but he couldn’t even support himself.

Eating popsicles, the two of them swung their bag and began to walk back. However, when they reached a certain intersection, Zhou Jiayu heard a sorrowful crying sound from the roadside.

“What’s wrong with that child?” Zhou Jiayu didn’t think much after hearing the crying, turning to ask Shen Yiqiong.

Shen Yiqiong also saw the child Zhou Jiayu was referring to. The child was wearing a little red dress, sitting by the roadside with her head buried in her knees, making sobbing sounds. She wasn’t wearing shoes either, and looked completely dirty.

Shen Yiqiong said, “Let’s go ask? Maybe she got separated from her parents.”

Zhou Jiayu agreed, so the two of them walked towards the child.

“Little one.” Shen Yiqiong was quite good with children. He bent down, making his voice gentler, “What are you doing here? Where are your mom and dad?”

The child’s crying stopped abruptly.

Zhou Jiayu suddenly saw something slowly flowing from under the child’s feet. At first, he thought it was just the child’s tears, but upon closer inspection, he found that the liquid seemed particularly thick, not at all what tears should look like.

Zhou Jiayu suddenly had a bad premonition. He pulled Shen Yiqiong, about to retreat, when he saw the child, who had been bowing her head, slowly raise it. The two of them clearly saw the child’s appearance—her face was nothing but a huge mouth, with several rows of fine, dense teeth inside. At this moment, the mouth was opened to its widest, as if it could swallow a person whole.

“Holy crap!” Zhou Jiayu hadn’t expected this at all and stumbled back a few steps in fright.

Shen Yiqiong’s expression twisted. He said, “Zhou Jiayu, aren’t you no longer an Extreme Yin body? How are you still encountering this thing?”

Zhou Jiayu said, “I have no idea! And this thing is probably after you!” He reacted quickly, directly pulling Little Paper out of his pocket.

Little Paper, however, always loved these dirty things. It rolled up its sleeves and quickly rushed to the red-dressed child, grabbing its leg and taking a bite.

“Ow—” The red-dressed child with only a mouth let out a mournful shriek.

Little Paper was merciless and took a second bite. The child cried even more miserably.

Zhou Jiayu and Shen Yiqiong watched from the side, inexplicably feeling as if they were the bad guys.

Little Paper swallowed the child in a few gulps, and then its stomach puffed out. It sat on the ground, contentedly burping.

Zhou Jiayu walked over and picked it up, stroking its little belly.

“So full,” Little Paper lay in Zhou Jiayu’s arms, rubbing against him, “Dad, rub, rub.”

Zhou Jiayu said, “Okay,” rubbing Little Paper’s white belly, and then walked home with Shen Yiqiong while rubbing. With Little Paper around, life felt much easier. The worst that could happen when encountering a dirty spirit was being scared; there was no life-threatening danger. This was probably why Lin Zhushui was at ease with Zhou Jiayu wandering around nearby.

On the way, Zhou Jiayu and Shen Yiqiong slowly ate several more popsicles, their expressions so calm that they didn’t seem like they had just encountered such a terrifying dirty spirit.

Lin Zhushui was sitting in the living room at home, or rather, he was playing mahjong with Lin Jue and the others, clattering the tiles.

It had to be said that seeing such a refined and ethereal person calmly call out “two of bamboos” was quite amusing. Without his Extreme Yang physique, Lin Zhushui’s daily habits gradually began to align with those of an ordinary person. He could now try foods he had never eaten before and do things he had never done.

When Zhou Jiayu got home, he put the popsicles on the table for everyone to share but didn’t mention the dirty spirit he and Shen Yiqiong had just encountered.

However, even though he didn’t mention it, Lin Zhushui saw it and immediately asked, “What did you encounter just now?”

Zhou Jiayu sat next to Lin Zhushui, watching his cards, and vaguely said, “We met a little girl…”

Lin Zhushui asked, “A dirty spirit?”

Zhou Jiayu nodded.

“Was it eaten by Little Paper?” Little Paper had now jumped from Zhou Jiayu’s shoulder to Lin Zhushui’s, and with a blissful expression, began gently pulling Lin Zhushui’s hair—if it were human, its expression would definitely be quite perverted.

“Yeah,” Zhou Jiayu looked at Little Paper. “Will it be alright?”

Lin Zhushui’s action of holding the mahjong tile paused for a moment. “That thing was a bit fierce. Little Paper ate it…”

Zhou Jiayu immediately showed a nervous expression.

Lin Zhushui said, “It might get diarrhea.”

Zhou Jiayu: “Huh???”

It turned out that even without his Extreme Yang physique, Lin Zhushui was still that powerful master, because no sooner had he said Little Paper would get diarrhea than Little Paper’s stomach started acting up that very night. Only then did Zhou Jiayu remember that Elder Xu from She Mountain had indeed mentioned that paper figures could get diarrhea. However, Little Paper had always been robust before and had never had diarrhea.

So that night, Zhou Jiayu suddenly heard Little Paper whimpering. He was woken up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Little Paper lying in the middle of a pile of paper scraps, looking like it was about to give up the ghost.

Zhou Jiayu was shocked: “Master, Master!”

Lin Zhushui was right behind Zhou Jiayu, his arm around his waist. Hearing Zhou Jiayu’s cries, he slowly rubbed his chin against Zhou Jiayu’s shoulder, his voice low and hoarse: “Little Paper?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes—” Zhou Jiayu was startled. “What’s wrong with Little Paper? Why is it like this?”

“Diarrhea,” Lin Zhushui held Zhou Jiayu’s earlobe, gently nibbling it. “It’s alright. I fed it some incense ash earlier tonight; it’ll be fine by morning.”

Zhou Jiayu felt the tingling sensation on his ear and, embarrassingly, felt a reaction.

Lin Zhushui noticed the change in Zhou Jiayu’s body and smiled: “Do you want it?”

Zhou Jiayu’s ear tips were burning, but he still honestly hummed in affirmation. After humming, he felt embarrassed again: “But Little Paper is still here…”

Lin Zhushui said, “It’s fine, it doesn’t understand anything.” He casually drew the bed curtains and leaned over.

Zhou Jiayu still felt it wasn’t quite right, but under Lin Zhushui’s persistence, he succumbed. They were intimate all night and only fell asleep in a daze the next morning.

However, after waking up at noon, the first thing Zhou Jiayu did was look for Little Paper. When he hobbled into the living room and saw Little Paper happily interacting with the weasel, he suspected his vision was playing tricks on him—how did Little Paper get so much bigger?

“Eating dirty spirits is a good thing for them,” Lin Zhushui had come over at some point and stood beside Zhou Jiayu, explaining softly. “Although sometimes they get diarrhea, it’s a sign of over-nourishment, and they’ll be fine after one night.”

“How did Little Paper get so much bigger?” Zhou Jiayu looked at Little Paper. “It’s growing too fast…”

“It’s normal. If it eats a few more, it might be as big as you,” Lin Zhushui wasn’t worried. “Under normal circumstances, it should grow to human size.”

Zhou Jiayu: “…” While happy, he also felt a kind of bittersweet regret of a parent watching their child grow up. That sour-sweet feeling, as if seeing his own son grow up, was truly subtle.

Little Paper was growing up, but his partner was still nowhere to be found.

During that time, Zhou Jiayu started going to the Ancestral Tree frequently. The tiny green shoot on the Ancestral Tree grew greener and greener, finally turning into a lovely little leaf. The leaf looked exceptionally frail; even a gentle breeze made it tremble twice, making Zhou Jiayu afraid to speak too loudly nearby, fearing that the wind from his words might blow the leaf off.

Sometimes, Zhou Jiayu would squat beside the Ancestral Tree and wonder if paper figures would grow here, what they would look like, if Little Paper would then have a wife, and even have a bunch of paper babies.

As he thought about it, Zhou Jiayu would start to giggle foolishly, like an idiot.

Everyone in the house looked at him with an expression of “Zhou Jiayu, you’re beyond help.” Lin Jue even teased Lin Zhushui, saying, “Zhushui, look, doesn’t Jiayu look like an old father who wants to hold his grandchildren?”

Lin Zhushui glanced at her: “Then do you think I look like a younger brother who wants to hold his nephews?”

Lin Jue: “…” She had nothing to say.

Perhaps it was truly influenced by Zhou Jiayu, but one morning two months later, the Ancestral Tree actually changed. At that time, Zhou Jiayu went to see the Ancestral Tree as usual. When he pushed the door open, he saw that the originally green leaf on the Ancestral Tree had turned into a thin paper figure. The paper figure was almost identical to Little Paper, but it was only thumb-sized.

Zhou Jiayu held his breath and observed for a long time before confirming that it wasn’t his imagination. He turned and rushed into the living room, shouting that it had been born, it had been born.

“Who was born? What was born?” Everyone was bewildered.

Zhou Jiayu was so excited he almost jumped: “The Ancestral Tree gave birth—there’s a new little paper figure!”

Everyone showed surprise and rushed to the backyard to observe the Ancestral Tree.

And indeed, just as Zhou Jiayu said, the Ancestral Tree had given birth. The originally green leaf had turned into a thin paper figure.

“Wow…” Little Paper also saw its kind. It had lived with Zhou Jiayu since it was small and had almost never seen a paper figure exactly like itself. Now, seeing this paper figure, its stick-figure eyes turned into stars. “Little brother is so small.”

Zhou Jiayu had been smiling, but his smile froze for a moment when he heard Little Paper’s words: “Little brother?”

Little Paper looked at Zhou Jiayu in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

“…Why is it a little brother?” Zhou Jiayu said, “Little Paper, how do you know it’s a little brother and not a little sister?”

Little Paper said, “It has a little pee-pee.”

Upon hearing this, everyone fell into a mysterious silence.

Zhou Jiayu pretended to casually look down and then saw a tiny protrusion on Little Paper’s lower body. That protrusion was truly tiny; he had always thought it was a tailoring error or something, and had never considered it in that way. Now, thinking about it… he painfully covered his face.

“Little Paper doesn’t have a wife,” Zhou Jiayu silently wept in his heart. “It has a little brother…”

Little Paper didn’t understand the reason for Zhou Jiayu’s sadness and still appeared very happy, even carefully touching Little Little Paper.

However, despite being disappointed by Little Little Paper’s gender, Zhou Jiayu quickly recovered and accepted the fact, naming Little Little Paper “Xiao Shu” (Little Tree).

A few days after Little Little Paper appeared on the tree trunk, it fell to the ground. It was indeed too small, only thumb-sized, and even when Zhou Jiayu held it in his palm, he was afraid of losing it.

So, to prevent accidents, Shen Yiqiong sewed a small pouch for it, which could be zipped up and hung around the neck.

Little Paper volunteered, saying it wanted to personally wear its little brother.

Zhou Jiayu always felt that something about that sentence seemed off…

Shen Yiqiong, as the most skillful person in the house, also prepared a few new clothes for Little Little Paper. Zhou Jiayu jokingly said, “Why don’t you just be Little Little Paper’s dad?” Shen Yiqiong replied, “No, no, I haven’t even dated yet.”

Lin Jue laughed: “Not dating is perfect… just raise a son for your old age.”

Shen Yiqiong: “????”

After Little Little Paper was born, the house became much livelier. Perhaps it was a common trait among paper figures, but they all had a natural fondness for thick, tactile fur.

Little Paper and the weasel held an emergency meeting, and somehow managed to convince the weasel to contribute its comfortable fur for Little Little Paper to practice pulling.

Zhou Jiayu watched, utterly amused.

Although She Mountain was gone and the Xu family was nearly extinct, this branch of the Ancestral Tree remained, and the paper figure clan had preserved its roots.

Zhou Jiayu also sent word to the remaining children of the Xu family, saying that when the paper figures here grew up, they could let them travel with them, as these paper figures, from their origin, still belonged to the Xu family.

After Little Little Paper was born, Lin Zhushui began to prepare for his wedding with Zhou Jiayu. Of course, because they were getting married, their relationship was not kept a secret from others, so during that time, the entire fengshui world exploded.

As for how much it exploded, Zhou Jiayu, staying at home, wasn’t clear, but he could infer it from the forums.

On the day Lin Zhushui sent out wedding invitations, the forum server crashed for an entire day. The reason for the crash was too many logins, and this situation only improved slightly past midnight.

That night, Zhou Jiayu casually scrolled through his computer before bed. When he saw the page load, he thought he had seen wrong.

All sections of the forum, whether it was the gossip section, technical section, exchange section, or message board, were all about Lin Zhushui. Most posts questioned the authenticity of Lin Zhushui’s invitation, a small portion cried about their male god getting married, and another portion discussed from a technical perspective whether teacher-student relationships helped improve fengshui abilities.

Zhou Jiayu saw a familiar alias among them—”Deceased Woman.”

Xu Rumang, bald and wearing a thick gold chain in real life, was an incredibly popular goddess on the forum. Her posts were almost always highly recommended and very popular.

At this time, he also didn’t forget to get involved, posting that since he started dating his master, he felt no back pain, no leg pain, life had become better, and even dirty spirits started to fear him.

After reading it, Zhou Jiayu felt that it was a loss to the MLM industry that Xu Rumang wasn’t in direct sales. If he weren’t the person involved, he probably would have seriously considered the feasibility of a teacher-student relationship after reading the post.

Below, every few minutes, someone actually replied, saying, “Thank you, original poster! After reading your post, I confessed to my master, and I didn’t expect my master to actually agree! We’re happily together now. Congratulations, congratulations!”

Zhou Jiayu: “…” Holy crap, is that even possible?

Then, a few minutes after this reply was posted, someone pointed out that this poster had previously confided in the “tree hole” section about secretly loving their master for several years and never daring to confess. It was unexpected that they actually succeeded in confessing this time. Congratulations, congratulations.

Of course, there were also those who failed. Someone replied that they also confessed but not only failed but were also beaten by their master, who cursed them for being crazy.

Zhou Jiayu couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Lin Zhushui asked him what he was laughing at, and Zhou Jiayu told him about the forum.

Lin Zhushui said, “Forum? What forum?”

Only then did Zhou Jiayu remember that Lin Zhushui couldn’t see before, so he probably couldn’t access the forum. He placed the computer on his lap and pointed out each section to Lin Zhushui.

Lin Zhushui looked and also showed a faint smile: “Quite interesting.”

Zhou Jiayu then introduced other sections to Lin Zhushui, saying this one was for general chatter, this one for messages, this one for serialized novels…

“Serialized novels, what kind of novels?” Lin Zhushui suddenly pointed to a certain pink interface.

“Uh…” Zhou Jiayu paused, his expression a bit awkward. “It’s for serialized novels. I haven’t really clicked into them much.” It was a lie that he hadn’t clicked into them. He had only clicked in twice, and each time he had retreated, unable to bear what he saw. He wondered how this section, with so many strange novels, hadn’t been censored…

“Click in and see,” Lin Zhushui said the words Zhou Jiayu least wanted to hear.

Since Lin Zhushui requested it, Zhou Jiayu had no choice but to move the mouse and click into this section. As expected, upon entering, he saw a row of eye-searing titles.

“Lin Zhushui: My Master and I – Unspeakable Stories.”

“Domineering Master, Adorable Disciple.”

“Those Years, My Entanglement with My Senior Brothers, Junior Brothers, and Master.”

Lin Zhushui looked at the forum and fell silent.

Zhou Jiayu gave a dry laugh.

It was no surprise that Lin Zhushui was the heartthrob of the fengshui world; it seemed normal for there to be fanfiction about him. Zhou Jiayu had even unfortunately seen fanfiction about himself before, which involved heavy-flavored stories with several of his senior brothers. He still shuddered at the thought of it.

Finally, Lin Zhushui said nothing more and went to sleep, embracing Zhou Jiayu.

The next day, when Zhou Jiayu went to the forum, he found that the novel section had been shut down. It was said that it was reported for not complying with relevant government laws and regulations, and was undergoing indefinite rectification, with no possibility of reopening.

The online writers were wailing, but Zhou Jiayu found it amusing.

The storm of this teacher-student romance lasted for a long time, so long that even after Xu Rumang’s alias committed suicide, it still hadn’t died down. And because of Lin Zhushui and Zhou Jiayu being together, teacher-student relationships actually became a symbol of strong ability in the fengshui world.

Zhou Jiayu felt that blind worship was unacceptable, especially since he couldn’t imagine Xu Rumang’s relationship with his master.

There were some obstacles during the preparation of Lin Zhushui and Zhou Jiayu’s wedding, a part of which came from the Lin family. In fact, the family head, Lin Po, didn’t dare to say anything, but some of the older generation tried to lecture Lin Zhushui with moralistic arguments.

Of course, none of these people fared well. Lin Zhushui was never one to be easily swayed, and while his temper had improved significantly after being with Zhou Jiayu, it wasn’t to the point where he would allow people to casually interfere.

So, he directly had the security guards escort those troublesome visitors out, one of whom was even Lin Po’s father. However, Lin Po remained as quiet as a chicken throughout, not daring to refute a single word.

After watching his father being escorted out, he secretly brought out the wedding gift he had prepared for Lin Zhushui and sincerely offered his congratulations.

“Uncle, it’s truly wonderful that you’ve found someone you love,” Lin Po said. “Congratulations, congratulations.”

“Mm.” Lin Zhushui accepted Lin Po’s blessings. “When are you planning to get married?”

Lin Po said, “I’m not in a hurry. Isn’t Auntie still looking for a boyfriend…?” No sooner had he spoken than he saw Lin Jue walk out with a tall man. Although Lin Po wasn’t as skilled as Lin Zhushui, he could tell at a glance that the man had an extraordinary aura, and the gentle look he gave Lin Jue was genuinely unmistakable.

Lin Po: “This…”

Lin Zhushui glanced at them, then calmly withdrew his gaze: “Work hard. Don’t be left behind by your aunt.”

Lin Po could only smile wryly. He had thought he would at least find a partner before Lin Zhushui and Lin Jue. Now Lin Zhushui was taken, and Lin Jue seemed not far off; it looked like he might be the last single one…

The Lin family members truly were all unconventional.