Chapter 236 Impure Person!

"Yu'er is back! That beast is worshiping gods in his room!"

Grandma was quite the sharp-tongued one.

Auntie gave a crisp "Oh," and a few seconds later, the bedroom door was rudely pushed open with a "bang."

The Cat King speaker immediately stopped singing "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful."

Zhang Yuanqing, who was lying flat on the bed, turned his head to look at the door and saw his aunt, whom he hadn't seen for many days. Her meticulously styled hair was slightly fluffy and draped over her shoulders with curled ends, accentuating her round face.

She wore beige high-waisted casual pants, a white printed three-quarter sleeve women's t-shirt, flat sandals, and a small black bag hung on her shoulder.

Although she was 25 years old, she managed to pull off a girl-next-door look.

Auntie stood at the door and sized him up for a few seconds, rolled her eyes, and said with a look of disgust, "Impure person!"

"Huh?" Zhang Yuanqing didn't react.

Auntie dropped her bag, ran to the bed in a few steps, struck a martial arts pose she'd learned from TV dramas, took a bow stance, and chopped at her nephew's head with her hand, saying angrily:

"Impure person!"

Zhang Yuanqing understood; she was disgusted that he had a girlfriend.

"Impure person, impure person..." Auntie kept her bow stance and chopped down "dong, dong."

You little... Zhang Yuanqing, having been chopped, flew into a rage. He straightened his waist and abdomen, spread his legs to clamp his aunt's slender waist, and with a twist of his body, he "spun" her onto the bed.

Zhang Yuanqing flipped over and sat up, sinking his butt onto Jiang Yu'er's round hips, posing like Wu Song fighting the tiger, and said:

"Jiang Yu'er, since you're being so aggressive, don't blame your nephew for going against his elder."

Jiang Yu'er was pinned to the bed, her waist arching and arching, but she couldn't overturn her nephew. Fortunately, she had a pair of long legs and vigorously slapped her legs, attacking her nephew's back with her heels "pa, pa, pa."

Zhang Yuanqing said helplessly:

"I was out doing missions for the past three days. The girlfriend thing was just to trick Grandma."

As soon as Jiang Yu'er heard this, she stopped attacking, and her eyes lit up: "Missions? What missions? Tell me quickly."

Of course, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't tell her, humming:

"You're just a mortal; how could you know about national affairs? Don't ask too much."

As soon as Auntie heard this, she started attacking again with back kicks, "pa, pa, pa."

As they were messing around, a furious roar suddenly came from the bedroom door:

"How old are you two? Still fooling around all day long!" Grandma stood at the door with her hands on her hips, glaring at her daughter and grandson.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately flipped off his aunt's back, and Jiang Yu'er also bounced up. They quickly separated, and both said in unison:

"Jiang Yu'er (Zhang Yuanqing) started it." Grandma gave her daughter a cold look and scolded, "Get down here."

Auntie trotted off the bed.

Grandma bent down to pick up the bag at her feet, held it in her hand, and grabbed her daughter's ear with the other hand, dragging her out.

Hmph, Grandma is still very perceptive. Zhang Yuanqing had won a battle. He hummed and got out of bed, sat at his desk, turned on the computer, and logged into the official database to search for the person "Lian Sanyue."

With his authority, below the Lord level, he could find any Lingjing Xingzhe (Spirit Realm Wanderer) registered with the authorities. "Tzzzz~"

The Cat King speaker regained its vitality and began to tirelessly play: "You're so beautiful, you're so beautiful~"

It was clear that the Three Daoshan Niangniang (Three Daoshan Goddess) had caused it a considerable psychological shadow, and it hadn't recovered yet.

Zhang Yuanqing typed in "Lian Sanyue" while saying to the Cat King speaker:

"Beautiful this, beautiful that, it's always the same song. Can't you change it up a bit?"

The Cat King speaker followed his advice. After a burst of "tzzzz" static, music began to play:

"Ji ni tai mei, a bei bei~ Ji ni tai mei, a bei bei~" (a nonsensical phrase in Chinese)

Zhang Yuanqing grabbed the Cat King speaker and threw it under the bed. At the same time, staring at the computer screen, he saw the search result: "No results found for your query."

There's no such person? He frowned.

"The people that Brother Bing knows are mostly not affiliated with the authorities. His research on props is extremely advanced. I remember that 'only Scholars at the Lord level have the ability to mass-produce props.'"

"Therefore, this Lian Sanyue is at the Lord level, most likely a wild cultivator, and not registered with the authorities."

After thinking for a few seconds, he dialed his life mentor's phone. After the other party answered, he asked directly:

"Lingjun, have you heard of a person named 'Lian Sanyue'?"

"Lian Sanyue? What's his relationship with Fenghuo?"

Zhang Yuanqing thought, how come you're playing the same joke as the Demon Lord? Sure enough, you're both womanizers, even your dark humor is the same.

"You haven't heard of him either? Okay, I understand." Before hanging up, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly thought of something and said:

"Lingjun, if one day you find out that I've said something I shouldn't have, something that might, uh, might involve your family, you have to forgive me, okay?"

*Sword Arriving* (a novel)

Lingjun heard this and laughed:

"If it's my stallion father and that group of brothers and sisters, feel free to involve them. It's best if they're completely ruined."

You have such complicated feelings for your father and siblings? Zhang Yuanqing didn't say anything and hung up the phone.

He put the phone on the table, and he had made a judgment in his heart.

Lingjun, this playboy, although labeled as trash by Fu Qingyang and not likely to amount to much, was still a well-known Lingjing Xingzhe (Spirit Realm Wanderer) who had seen a lot. He was different from a newbie like him who had been practicing for only two and a half months.

If Lingjun didn't know this person, then Lian Sanyue's identity could be confirmed.

A Lord-level loose cultivator, not registered with the authorities.

"The Scholar profession is different from other professions; it emphasizes academic discussion and teamwork. It's difficult for one person to do research. That Lian Sanyue, even if he's not affiliated with the authorities, must have contact with the 'Scholar' community."

"When I have time, I'll ask around the three Scholar families... wait, why don't I use the Astrolabe to deduce it?"

He slapped his head, remembering this newly acquired prop.

He could completely use the Astrolabe's deduction ability to obtain enlightenment and not have to work so hard to find someone.

I'm a Star Official now, not a Night Wanderer anymore. I need to quickly adjust my mindset. Zhang Yuanqing got up, closed the bedroom door, and locked it.

He returned to his desk and pushed the computer, water glass, and other sundries aside.

He reached into the void and grabbed a round plate the size of a face. The Astrolabe was made of cast iron, heavy, and jet black. The surface of the plate was engraved with the stars of the heavens, dotted with silver paint.

It was like a galaxy in the night sky.

Zhang Yuanqing pressed his hand on the plate and slowly poured in Star Power. The light of brilliant stardust flowed like water along the surface of the plate, lighting up the stars of the heavens engraved on it.

The next second, the Big Dipper, Ziwei Star (Polaris), the Twenty-Eight Mansions, and other constellations separated from the Astrolabe, like holographic projections, and solidified in mid-air.

Immediately, the stars of the heavens quickly rotated, creating a dazzling vortex of stars.

After a dozen seconds, the sea of stars that filled half the room turned into a stream of light and rushed into Zhang Yuanqing's brow, entering his sea of consciousness.

A picture suddenly flashed in Zhang Yuanqing's mind.

It was a Jiangnan (South of the Yangtze River) town with a quaint style. White walls, black tiles, and bluestone roads. In a humble alley, a handsome young man leaned against the wall, panting heavily, as if he had just experienced a great battle.

Beside the young man was the pale and thin Xiao Chi Ou (Little Lotus Root), and Guan Ya, holding a rifle and aiming forward, her lips pursed into a cold line.

He recognized this young man—Li Chunfeng.

The background was the Yin Yang Town instance.

The next second, the picture shattered, and Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of astonishment.

The revelation given by the deduction was Li Chunfeng?

Did Li Chunfeng know Lian Sanyue? Right, he was also a Scholar, and a loose cultivator.

Lian Sanyue was very likely also a loose cultivator, so it was not surprising that there was a connection between the two.

Perhaps Li Chunfeng was Lian Sanyue's subordinate, just like Xiao Yuan and Kou Beiyue were Uncle Wuhen's "subordinates."

It was natural for a Lord-level loose cultivator to cultivate his own team.

"Fortunately, I kept Li Chunfeng's contact information. When Fu Qingyang comes out of the Slaughter instance and after I deal with the trivial matters around me, I'll contact him."

The sun set in the west, and the setting sun was like blood.

At the dinner table, a family of five enjoyed dinner.

The prematurely aged older cousin held his bowl and looked at his younger cousin, saying, "I heard from Grandma that you have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Zhang Yuanqing responded vaguely.

Chen Yuanjun nodded slightly and picked up a piece of lettuce. "If things are going well, you can consider living together. Bring your girlfriend to your own home. Anyway, Aunt's large flat is empty."

If I really manage to win Guan Ya over, I can indeed consider it. Zhang Yuanqing said perfunctorily:

"We'll see!

"By the way, cousin, Grandma said you've been working overtime these past few days investigating cases? What happened again?"

Chen Yuanjun swallowed his food, frowned, and his frown lines became prominent. "Recently, the public security bureaus in the various districts of Songhai have received multiple reports of missing persons. No one has seen them alive, and no bodies have been found. The missing are all young and beautiful girls. Because of the Copper Sparrow Tower case a while ago, the higher-ups are very sensitive to this kind of thing. The Public Security Bureau convened a meeting for us to discuss it."

Another young woman missing? Zhang Yuanqing frowned secretly, but on the surface, he asked calmly:

"Are there any clues?"

Chen Yuanjun frowned even more deeply, his expression strange, and said, "We retrieved the surveillance footage of all the missing persons' last appearances and found that they had taken the initiative to avoid surveillance cameras before they disappeared. After visiting and investigating, we didn't find any evidence that these girls had been threatened."

"Currently, the public security bureaus in various places have compiled as many as thirty cases of missing young women. It's possible that there are even more that haven't been reported."

He picked up a piece of rice and said:

"But we've identified a suspicious person who has appeared in the surveillance footage before three women disappeared. We're currently investigating this person."

It sounds very strange, not like a normal missing person case. If it involves Lingjing Xingzhe (Spirit Realm Wanderers), I have to take care of this matter. It's very dangerous for ordinary people like my cousin to be involved.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing lowered his eyes and secretly activated Star Gazing.

A brilliant galaxy quietly appeared in his eyes, flashing for a moment.

He looked up again, staring at his "weather-beaten" cousin.

He saw a layer of thick blood light condensing between Chen Yuanjun's eyes, which indicated that he would have a bloody disaster in the near future, and according to the strength of the blood light... this was a death tribulation!

ps: I'll update first and then correct the typos.