Chapter 1 The Truth

The Cat King speaker emitted a current-like sound, then fell silent.

Zhang Yuanqing sat blankly at his desk, his mind boiling with thoughts, a chaotic jumble of emotions.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally broke free from the confused state, pinching his brow and sighing:

"Seriously, even you were a servant of the Evil Eye Judge."

After the initial shock, the clues and details from the past converged in Zhang Yuanqing's mind, gradually piecing together the truth.

The Demon Lord was a servant of the Evil Eye Judge, and had been controlled by him since he was weak.

A past audio recording proved it. The Demon Lord had a mission to hunt down Orderly practitioners every month. Who issued these missions?

Zhang Yuanqing hadn't understood before, but if the Demon Lord was a servant of the Evil Eye Judge, then it made sense. The Evil Eye Judge was a big shot in the evil faction, naturally opposed to the Orderly faction.

Arranging for his "servant" to suppress the Orderly practitioners in his jurisdiction (the Eastern District Branch of the Psionic Association) was perfectly logical.

Yuan Ting of the Taiyi Sect had said that the Demon Lord was capricious and unruly, mixing Orderly and evil professions together. This was because the Night Wanderer belonged to the Orderly profession. Killing Orderly practitioners would deduct morality points from the Demon Lord, especially if they had reputation.

Therefore, the Demon Lord had to hunt down evil professions to ensure he wouldn't be wanted by the Spirit Realm.

"The Demon Lord was controlled by the Evil Eye Judge when he was weak. He struggled to survive, trying to find a way to break free from the Holy Grail's control until he was about to reach the pinnacle of power and finally saw hope.

"Then, he teamed up with Brother Bing, who was also a servant, to hunt down the Evil Eye Judge. All the information I obtained before can verify this reasoning. The motives and logic all fit."

Zhang Yuanqing continued to deduce. Now that he understood the Demon Lord's motive for hunting down the Evil Eye Judge, combined with the mysterious person...

His face suddenly turned ugly as a chilling hypothesis surfaced in his mind:

If the Demon Lord was a servant of the Evil Eye Judge, then his identity information must be recorded in the roster.

If, if that mysterious person was the Demon Lord's man, the purpose of tearing off a page of the roster wasn't to hide Brother Bing's identity information, but because, coincidentally, Brother Bing and he were recorded on the same page.

"That shouldn't be. If the Demon Lord isn't dead, how did Brother Bing get his character card? Speaking of which, Li Dongze once said that the character cards are issued by the Spirit Realm, but my character card was given to me by Brother Bing..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing's scalp suddenly tingled.

"If it's really the Demon Lord, then the reason he didn't kill me is terrifying. No, I have to confirm whether he's really dead or not."

Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his face, calmed his mind, and took out a notebook from the drawer, writing:

"How do Spirit Realm practitioners remove their character cards?"

"How to get someone else's character card?"

Figuring out these two questions would allow me to deduce a lot, but I definitely can't ask the official sources, especially Fu Qingyang. He knows too much. Zhang Yuanqing twirled his pen, locking onto an individual in his mind: Master Wuhen!

Master Wuhen was an evil professional, completely separated from the Orderly faction. Because he belonged to the chaotic good alignment, he wouldn't harbor malice or pose a threat to himself. Plus, Master Wuhen's level was high enough.

Asking him was better than asking the Palace Master of Zhisha Palace.

Although the Palace Master belonged to the Orderly faction, she was still batshit crazy.

"Whenever I have time, I can go to Master Wuhen's place to show my face, suck up to him, and shamelessly beg for a dream-entering jade talisman, unless he explicitly tells me not to go again..."

Zhang Yuanqing was very confident in his social skills and thick skin.

Having made up his mind, he put away the Cat King speaker, pulled up the covers, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Zhang Yuanqing woke up to his grandmother's constant calls, stretching out on the bed.

After a night of rest, his condition had completely recovered.

Arriving in the living room, his cousin Chen Yuanjun had just finished breakfast, wiped his mouth with a tissue, nodded to his cousin, and said:

"Grandma, I'm going to work."

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned: "Cousin, it's Sunday."

Chen Yuanjun said helplessly: "There's been a situation at Third Elementary School. We have to be responsible for sealing off the scene and maintaining order. An old man in a nearby residential area died. My colleagues say it was an accidental fall, but the neighbors next door said someone was fighting downstairs that night.

"The deceased's family believes he was murdered, and they've been making a scene at the Public Security Bureau all morning. There's a lot to do today..."

*He* was indeed murdered. He shouted and stunned Black Impermanence. I couldn't even save him. Zhang Yuanqing sighed silently.

The old men and women of Songhai have always been hot-tempered. If you make them unhappy, they dare to point at the sky and scold the gods. Unfortunately, his luck was bad, and he met a tough nut like Black Impermanence.

After Chen Yuanjun went to work, Zhang Yuanqing picked up a steamed bun and took a bite, asking as he ate:

"Grandma, where's Aunt?"

"Sleeping in the room. It's Sunday today. I'm too lazy to bother with her." Grandma clipped a fried dough stick for her grandson, then took out five hundred yuan in cash from her pocket, saying:

"Next week's living expenses."

"Thank you, Grandma."

Zhang Yuanqing was a big shot with a net worth of 500,000 yuan, but he couldn't refuse the living expenses his family gave him. He couldn't say, "Your grandson licks blood from the blade all day, killing and robbing. I'm not short of money anymore."

Grandma slapped down the five hundred yuan, then went to the balcony to water the flowers. At this time, his aunt Jiang Yuer, wearing pink cotton pajamas with Pikachu printed on the chest, walked out in slippers.

She squinted listlessly, her beautiful hair disheveled, exuding a lazy air.

Speaking of which, although Aunt was the sweet and cute type, her figure was still very impressive. Even Pikachu had gained weight.

Jiang Yuer sat down next to her nephew and called out, "Mom, where's my porridge!"

"Can't you get it from the kitchen yourself?" Grandma scolded.

Jiang Yuer whined, "Mom, don't you love me anymore?"

"Get lost!"

She slinked into the kitchen.

Zhang Yuanqing waited for his aunt to return with the white porridge and asked, "We didn't play games last night. Why did you sleep so late?"

"Aunt is visiting!" "Aunt is visiting!"

"Does your aunt visit twice a month?"

"Nosy!" Aunt raised her hand, delivering a fierce chop to her nephew's head. "When is it your place to nag in front of your aunt?"

Having just shown off her power, the aunt, with her hands pinned behind her back by her nephew, was pressed face down on the dining table.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at his aunt's upturned buttocks, and an uncontrollable thought flashed through his mind: Such a beautiful ass. It's a pity it doesn't have a long pig tail...

Crap!

He cursed inwardly and immediately released his aunt, sitting upright.

Jiang Yuer, who was about to call for her mom to see how her nephew was bullying her, was stunned: "Why did you chicken out?"

Zhang Yuanqing sneered: "Woman, you can no longer attract me."

Then, he added in his heart with tears, "Sows have gradually entered my field of vision..."

"Want to go shopping later?" Jiang Yuer said.

"No, I have something to do in the morning. I'll see about the afternoon."

In the dim room, the orange table lamp emitted a faint glow.

In front of the brown solid wood desk, the burly man "popped" open the cork of the glass test tube and drank the light golden liquid in one gulp.

He let out a satisfied sigh. The sword marks and claw marks all over his body quickly healed, leaving no scars.

Then, the Fire Master looked at the black-robed Guardian standing by the window watching the rain and said in a deep voice:

"I just received news that Black Impermanence has been killed. The Holy Grail has fallen into the hands of the Songhai branch. Guardian, we have no chance."

The Guardian by the window quietly watched the rain, remaining silent for a long time. Then, his voice was hoarse:

"Who killed Black Impermanence?"

The Fire Master snorted: "Yuan Shiqingzun. The official database shows that he just obtained an A-level meritorious service. Ha, A-level meritorious service. I remember that to become an elder, in addition to having a high enough level, you also need at least one A-level service. If Black Impermanence wasn't killed by him, how could he get an A-level?"

The Guardian said: "Find a way to kill him. Also, release the news that Black Impermanence was killed and the roster has fallen into the hands of the Five Elements Alliance to stimulate the Fallen Ones on the roster."

At 9:30 a.m., Zhang Yuanqing, carrying a backpack and wearing a smiling face, walked into the lobby of the "Wuhen Hotel" and went straight to the front desk.

"Aunt Xiaoyuan, I'm here again," Zhang Yuanqing said, approaching the front desk.

The flamboyant aunt in a maroon suit and white shirt glanced at him and said flatly, "What is it this time?"

"I'm here to thank Aunt Xiaoyuan for her help last time. The Black Impermanence has been killed and the Holy Grail incident has been resolved." As Zhang Yuanqing spoke, he opened the zipper of his backpack, took out a stack of banknotes, and placed them on the front desk:

"This is 100,000. The extra 50,000 is my personal gratitude."

"Black Impermanence is dead?" Aunt Xiaoyuan raised an eyebrow, a flash of surprise and then apprehension in her cold eyes.

The Five Elements Alliance's ability exceeded her expectations. They were able to find and kill Black Impermanence in such a short time.

She frowned delicately and said, "I remember that the person in charge of this matter was the Kangyang District Executive, Fu Qingyang of the White Tiger Soldiers."

Zhang Yuanqing: "It was him, but I was the one who contributed the most to this incident."

Xiaoyuan ignored his words, feeling more and more apprehensive about Fu Qingyang.

Then, she shifted her attention to the thick stack of cash. After a moment of silence, she accepted the 100,000.

For groups like them who survive in the cracks, there were restrictions on morality values ​​and hunts by official practitioners. The source of income was extremely limited. Their lives could not be said to be stretched, but they were definitely not rich. Lack of funds would cause a lot of inconvenience.

Maintaining channels, gathering information, trading, etc., all required money.

Spirit Realm practitioners also needed to live.

Seeing Aunt Xiaoyuan accept the money, Zhang Yuanqing immediately said, "Actually, there is another request."

Aunt Xiaoyuan's heart sank.

"I want to meet Master Wuhen," Zhang Yuanqing said sincerely.

Xiaoyuan looked down at the money in her hand, her eyes twitching. She said with a cold face, "Wait a moment! I can only ask for you. Whether you can meet him or not is Master Wuhen's business."

After saying that, she walked to the elevator in high heels.

A few minutes later, the elevator went down and Aunt Xiaoyuan returned, nodding:

"Go!"

Zhang Yuanqing took the elevator to the fourth floor, stopping in front of the second room on the left, room "404."

He grabbed the doorknob and gently twisted it.

The scene in front of him distorted like water waves. The door disappeared.

The hotel corridor became a simple and spacious hall. The red carpet under his feet became mottled stone bricks. Under the caissons painted with gods and Buddhas, a golden Buddha held a flower and lowered his eyebrows, his expression both compassionate and awe-inspiring, both cold and stern.

Zhang Yuanqing bowed with his palms together to the figure on the futon: "Master Wuhen."

"What is it?"

A ethereal and deep voice of repressed pain echoed.

"Junior has two questions and would like to ask for the master's guidance," Zhang Yuanqing said. "How can a Spirit Realm practitioner unbind a character card without dying?

How can I get someone else's character card?"

Master Wuhen pondered for two or three seconds and said slowly:

"Any Spirit Realm practitioner can only unbind their character card upon death. Even the five leaders of the Five Elements Alliance and the highest leaders of evil organizations are no exception.

"As for how to obtain someone else's character card, I have not heard of such a method, but from my humble knowledge, there must be one prerequisite, and that is to be in the Spirit Realm."

Even the five leaders can't remove their character cards? Given Master Wuhen's level and status, for him to dare to say that, he must be certain.

So the Demon Lord is really dead?

You can only get someone else's character card in the Spirit Realm. I can understand this because after a practitioner dies, the Spirit Realm will recycle the character card. To "intercept" it, you must be in the Spirit Realm.

Master Wuhen doesn't know such methods, but Brother Bing did it. Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and asked again:

"High-level Night Wanderers have immortal souls. Is there a possibility of feigned death?"

"Feigned death will not release the character card. If the character card is released, you are definitely dead," Master Wuhen said.

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing's guess wavered.

The Taiyi Sect Leader said that the Demon Lord was dead, and Master Wuhen also said that the release of the character card meant death. Could it be that my reasoning is more reliable than the knowledge of two big shots?

Obviously impossible! But if the mysterious person is not the Demon Lord, who is it?

Zhang Yuanqing sighed in his heart and said, "Thank you, Master, for resolving my doubts."

Master Wuhen said flatly, "You and I are from different factions, and you are a member of the official organization. It's best not to interact in the future. The Five Elements Alliance's big check-up is not just for show. Don't misunderstand." As expected, thick thighs are not so easy to hug. Zhang Yuanqing smiled wryly: "Understood."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scenery in the hall gradually showed a illusory special effect before finally disappearing.

He returned to the front of room "404."

Alas, the little green tea's dream-entering jade talisman was not used. She is not an official member. In the future, I can let her explore the way. If she refuses, I have already thought of a reason - don't you feel sorry for your brother?

Taking the elevator back to the lobby, Zhang Yuanqing said goodbye and left. Aunt Xiaoyuan suddenly stopped him:

"Have you encountered something recently?"

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned, a surge of joy in his heart, but his face remained calm: "What do you mean?"

He thought, could it be that Aunt Xiaoyuan can see something?

Xiaoyuan pondered for a moment and said:

"The first time you saw me, you looked at my chest three times, my face twice, and my legs five times. The second time you saw me, you looked at my face once, my chest four times, and my legs six times..."

Zhang Yuanqing interrupted in shock: "Aunt, I didn't. Don't slander me. Do you evil practitioners like to spit blood?"

Aunt Xiaoyuan said flatly:

"But this time, you only looked at my face once.

"Your spiritual body has been polluted. Although it's not deep, the polluted part won't have a big impact on your personality, but it corresponds to 'desire.'"

Zhang Yuanqing swallowed, tentatively saying: "You are?"

Aunt Xiaoyuan said flatly: "Level 5 Witch Gu Master."

Zhang Yuanqing's attitude changed, like a person with a chronic illness who has found a good doctor, speaking very quickly:

"That's right, Aunt Xiaoyuan. I recently obtained a prop from the Witch Gu Master profession. Its cost is that it will gradually change my sexual orientation. No, it's species orientation. To be honest, today I saw my aunt and I thought it was a pity she wasn't a pig.

"But I didn't use it. I just put it in the item bar."

Aunt Xiaoyuan's eyes showed pity:

"The cost of some props is a slow influence, but it won't stop. When you put it in the item bar, it has already recognized you as its master, and the influence has already occurred.

"The cost of some props is visible, intuitive. You pay after use. You don't need to consider it before use.

"The corruption of the Witch Gu Master profession belongs to the former."

Zhang Yuanqing listened in horror and immediately said, "Aunt, I plan to sell it to you cheaply."

Aunt Xiaoyuan chuckled: "What would I do with it? Gradually become interested in boars?"

"Keep it for yourself."

Zhang Yuanqing looked desperate.

What a pit, even more of a pit than the Toad Incense Burner that poisoned the entire tribe. Zhang Yuanqing walked out of the hotel, feeling a deep headache about how to deal with the "Straw Man."

This prop was undoubtedly very powerful. It could even defile and corrode the Red Dancing Shoes. In the same level of combat, it was equivalent to a strategic weapon.

But the cost was really unbearable. Black Impermanence was an evil profession, completely rotten. He didn't care about changing his species orientation at all, and the reason Aunt Xiaoyuan didn't want it was probably because she didn't think she was evil and had a good heart.

Therefore, she would rather give up the opportunity to strengthen herself.

I also have a good heart, Zhang Yuanqing thought and moved: "I can hand it over to the organization and exchange it for props."

As he was thinking, his phone rang. It was a call from Fu Qingyang.

"Hello, Centurion?"

Zhang Yuanqing answered the phone.

"Come to my place. The branch has finalized your reward. In addition to the meritorious service and bonuses, the elders have decided to reward you with two props. Choose two props from ten props."

Fu Qingyang's voice was still cold, but it sounded like a money-giving god to Zhang Yuanqing's ears.

"Okay, Centurion!" Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed.