Ghost Catching System

Chu Hao suddenly realized Ma Bozhen had raised an exceptional daughter. While her looks weren’t the most stunning globally, she importantly possessed many qualities other women lacked, like her intoxicating body fragrance.

Most importantly, she was Brother Hao’s favorite type—a mature woman. And she could cook?

Seeing Chu Hao like this, Ma Qingyu was no little girl. She had the experience of an older woman—not in *that* sense, of course, but experience in worldly matters.

She smiled gently, her skin like white jade porcelain, glowing under the light like glaze, and said, ”Master Chu, you’re making me blush by looking at me like that.”

Chu Hao felt awkward. This mature woman wasn’t some young girl; feeling shy was a rare occurrence for her.

This reminded Chu Hao of Luo Yan, who was also no ordinary lady—quite the schemer, in fact.

Ma Bozhen laughed heartily and said, ”Let’s eat.”

Chu Hao took a bite of the food, his eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help saying, ”This dish is really delicious.”

Ma Bozhen smiled and said, ”Qingyu is also a chef. She is, after all, a Michelin-starred chef.”

Chu Hao was speechless. No wonder Ma Bozhen said he hoped his daughter wouldn’t suffer after getting married.

Beautiful and able to cook—the kind of partner many men dream of. Wouldn’t anyone treasure such a woman if they married her?

”Little Chu, try this alcohol of mine; it’s something that ordinary people can’t get their hands on. This is how you should drink it.” The Old Master raised his glass and drained it in one gulp. Closing his eyes, he savored it, then exhaled slowly.

Chu Hao also raised his glass. It wasn’t a big one; he downed it in one go. As the liquor hit his throat, he could feel an intense heat coursing through him to his abdomen in a straight line.

However, the intensity quickly vanished, transforming into a rich and mellow flavor. He exhaled, and his pores seemed to open up, bringing an immensely satisfying feeling.

Chu Hao had drunk alcohol before, but this drink gave him the sensation of soaring into the skies. Not only that, but because of the wine, his Inner Strength surged like a torrent.

At that moment, in the eyes of Ma Qingyu and her father, Chu Hao exuded a domineering presence, the aura of a King—an aura that ordinary people could only look up to.

Ma Qingyu was amazed. She had never seen anyone exhibit such a temperament merely from drinking. The sensation made her heart race, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Chu Hao, astounded, said, ”This wine is made with Blue Blood Snake’s gallbladder, and its blue blood too?”

Ma Bozhen raised his thumb and said, ”Impressive. It is indeed Blue Blood Snake.”

In fact, Ma Bozhen had also wanted to test if Chu Hao knew about medicinal ingredients. Surprisingly, Chu Hao identified it with just one taste.

Blue Blood Snakes were among the world’s rarest species, virtually priceless. A mature Blue Blood Snake could fetch over three million on the market.

This Ma Bozhen really knew how to live well. That glass of wine just now must have cost tens of thousands, right?

Chu Hao said, ”Grandpa Ma, you truly are a sage in the world of traditional medicine.”

Ma Bozhen shook his head and said, ”Don’t flatter me. I don’t even know how to use Blood Concealed Sinking Wood, while you do. You are far superior to me.”

Ma Qingyu quickly inquired about what he meant.

Ma Bozhen recounted the events of the day.

”Blood Concealed Sinking Wood can prolong life!” Ma Qingyu said in surprise.

Chu Hao nodded and said, ”Prolonging life is secondary; this item is very important to me. Without it, going to destroy Gui Yin Mountain would be nearly impossible.”

Ma Bozhen sighed and said, ”For it to finally fulfill its purpose means I haven’t kept it in vain all these years.”

Ma Qingyu raised her cup and said, ”Master Chu, thank you for saving me. I’m extremely grateful.”

Chu Hao felt a bit embarrassed. Among all the young women he knew, aside from Mu Yufei, who could make him blush just by looking at him, Ma Qingyu was now the second. He said, ”Miss Ma, please don’t call me Master Chu anymore. Just Chu Hao or Little Chu is fine. I’m not that old.”

Ma Qingyu pursed her lips and smiled. ”Alright, I’ll call you Little Chu from now on. As your elder sister, I toast you with this cup.”

Chu Hao filled his cup, and the two clinked glasses, draining them in one go.

Chu Hao exhaled deeply. The first cup of this wine gave one sensation, and the second cup an entirely different one, leaving an endlessly fascinating aftertaste. He said, ”This really is good wine.”

Ma Bozhen smiled and poured Chu Hao another cup.

This was Ma Qingyu’s first time drinking her father’s special brew. She didn’t usually drink, as her unique constitution meant she got drunk very easily.

After that cup, Ma Qingyu’s face turned as red as a peach blossom. Her eyes grew even more tender, filled with an alluring softness, as if hiding a hint of flirtatiousness that could captivate the hearts and souls of men.

Chu Hao, seeing her charming appearance, was somewhat stunned. She truly is an exceptional woman.

Eating, drinking, and chatting, the three of them lost track of how many cups they’d had, with Ma Qingyu drinking the least.

Chu Hao found it strange that this wine was so intoxicating. He usually had a high tolerance for alcohol, but this particular brew couldn’t be dispelled by his Inner Strength; it seemed to seep deep into his very being.

Before he knew it, he felt a little lightheaded from the wine—just a mild dizziness, of course.

Ma Qingyu, feeling in good spirits, seemed to forget that she shouldn’t drink too much. Although she had only had two or three cups, she was already quite tipsy.

Everyone knows that drunk people see the world differently. This wine, though intoxicating, wasn’t the kind to make one dead drunk. To Ma Qingyu, who was now quite tipsy, the world appeared vibrant and fantastical.

However, when she saw Chu Hao still drinking with her father, his domineering air unexpectedly attracted her. It was a feeling she had never experienced before.

Unconsciously, Ma Qingyu found herself staring blankly.

And Chu Hao and Ma Bozhen? Unaware of Ma Qingyu’s altered state, they were engrossed in discussing various medicinal concoctions. Ma Bozhen’s admiration for Chu Hao grew steadily. Despite Chu Hao’s youth, his knowledge was in no way inferior to Ma Bozhen’s own.

Ma Bozhen was, after all, one of the few master Pharmacists in Huaxia Country, capable of preparing various traditional medicines. When Chu Hao shared some of his own understanding, Ma Bozhen felt as if he had found a kindred spirit.

They were already lost in the wine, unable to extricate themselves. Ma Bozhen, in particular, was so drunk that his words became slurred.

Only then did Chu Hao realize that Ma Qingyu was watching him. He touched his own face and asked, ”Miss Ma, is there something on my face?”

Ma Qingyu blushed, stood up, and said, ”I’ll take Dad to his room to rest. Wait for me a moment.”

She’s taking her dad to his room and asking me to wait for her? It’s hard not to let one’s imagination run wild.

Ma Qingyu, with her sharp journalistic instincts for reading people, knew what he might be thinking. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and say, ”Don’t get any wrong ideas. I’m going to arrange a room for you. It’s too late to drive now.”

Chu Hao was somewhat disappointed but said, ”Alright then.”

Ma Qingyu, while helping Ma Bozhen, turned back. Her smile was radiant enough to illuminate an era as she said, ”Wait for me. Later, you have to tell me about matters of the Yin and Yang Realm, okay?”

Chu Hao nodded. It wasn’t a big deal. The affairs of the Yin and Yang Realm were on the verge of being exposed anyway. According to Zhao Gousheng, Huaxia Country would also be disclosing some information soon. Modern people would find out sooner or later. Whether they could accept it or not was another matter entirely.