Chapter 1 Zhang Yuanqing Recalls

Zhang Yuanqing recalled the backgrounds of his two colleagues. One was a level 3 Fire Master, a direct descendant of a high-ranking member of the Red Fire Gang. The other was a level 4 Saint realm Water Ghost.

The latter had no background, but he was in the Saint realm. Once he accumulated enough merit, becoming a deacon was a certainty.

Saint realm! He was like a dog slaughtering transcendents.

*I hope they’re not difficult colleagues.* Zhang Yuanqing used his legs to propel his office chair back to his desk and searched for "Bingzhu Sect" in the official database.

After carefully browsing, he had a clearer understanding of the evil organizations.

Among the forces composed of evil professions, there was the saying of "Three Associations, Two Sects, and One Asura." The so-called Three Associations referred to the three major branches of the Spirit Power Association, which was composed of Witch Gu Masters.

They were the "Central Branch," "Eastern Branch," and "Southern Branch."

The three major branches had their own territories and rarely interacted with each other. The position of president of the Eastern Branch had been vacant for a long time, and the two vice-presidents, Guìyǎn Pànguān and Gu Wang, had been competing for the position for many years.

The Two Sects referred to the Nihility Sect composed of Illusionists, divided into the Southern Sect and the Northern Sect according to region.

The One Asura referred to the Bingzhu Sect composed of Enchanting Demons. The leader of the Bingzhu Sect was called Asura.

"Sister Guan Ya, Three Associations, Two Sects, and One Asura, why is it not 'One Bingzhu,' but 'One Asura'?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed his confusion to the veteran driver.

Guan Ya gracefully turned her head: "You’re looking at the forces of evil professions?"

Zhang Yuanqing said, "Isn’t Black Impermanence from the Eastern Branch of the Spirit Power Association? I participated in the search and wanted to take the opportunity to check which evil organizations there are."

Guan Ya nodded, then revealed a dazed expression, falling into memories:

"Asura… When I was young, my mother often used the Asura of the Bingzhu Sect to scare me, and when my mother was young, my grandmother often used Asura to scare her."

*Good heavens, Asura is a tool passed down in your family to scare children?* Zhang Yuanqing retorted inwardly.

"He is an invincible existence, a terrifying existence, among Spirit Realm Walkers, like a demon god who will eventually destroy the world in myths and legends. Terrifying, invincible, but incomparably distant, this is my impression of him," Guan Ya said.

"How do the five Alliance Leaders compare to him?" Zhang Yuanqing asked curiously.

Guan Ya thought for a while and shook her head:

"How can I estimate the combat power at that level? But in terms of reputation, the five Alliance Leaders are far inferior to Asura. And from the saying ‘Three Associations, Two Sects, and One Asura,’ I think the five Alliance Leaders are inferior to Asura. Well, this is just my opinion."

Wang Tai next to him interjected, "If there are videos of their battles, I can analyze the data to find out who is stronger, the Alliance Leader or Asura."

"How is it possible to find videos of that level of battle?" Zhang Yuanqing shrugged. "Brother Wang Tai, why don't you analyze who is stronger in a hand-to-hand fight between me and Sister Guan Ya?"

Wang Tai said seriously:

"If you don’t use props, two of you are no match for her."

Guan Ya shook her head. *What a boring man. At this time, you should answer: Isn't that obvious? There are only exhausted oxen, no fields that are too hard to plow.*

*Yuanshi is more interesting.*

…

Near noon, Zhang Yuanqing heard hearty laughter from the first floor:

"Ahahaha, you still remember me? Hello everyone, hello everyone. I will often come to work in the future, feel free to find me if you need anything, I’ll cover you…"

Although the tone was bold, the voice was crisp and childish. Just listening to it, Zhang Yuanqing imagined a little girl with her hands on her hips, laughing heartily.

A few seconds later, footsteps came from the steel staircase.

Zhang Yuanqing poked his head out and saw a girl first. She was very short, probably in the second year of middle school. Her features were very delicate, but not fully developed.

She had a head of fiery red, shoulder-length hair.

She put her hands on her hips and walked with a swagger, climbing up the stairs with a *deng deng deng* sound.

Behind the little girl was a middle-aged man, wearing a white shirt and casual pants, with black-rimmed glasses. His temperament was gloomy, his hair was messy. At first glance, he looked a bit like a blackened version of Wang Tai.

*Wang Tai, is this your brother?* Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Wang Tai's position.

Wang Tai lowered his head to work, ignoring the movement around him.

Guan Ya stood up with a smile to welcome the return of her two colleagues.

"Hello, Sister Guan Ya, I'm back again!" The red-haired girl raised her hand and greeted boldly. Her eyes fell on Zhang Yuanqing,

and she said loudly:

"Is he the new colleague? The one who single-handedly broke into the enemy camp and fought the Xiahou family’s lackeys for three days and three nights, Yuanshi Tianzun?"

*Huh? When did I fight the Xiahou family’s lackeys for three days and three nights?* Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.

Guan Ya spread her palm towards the girl and introduced Zhang Yuanqing:

"Jiang Jingwei, level 3 Fire Master, 14 years old, still in junior high school. Well, you should be in school, right?"

"I'm not going anymore. My dad said that studying delays people, and the school teaches nothing but bullshit." Jiang Jingwei walked over, stood on tiptoes,

slapped Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder hard, and laughed boldly:

"Ahaha, as expected, you are a handsome talent. Follow me from now on. I like young people with a sense of justice."

Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder was sore from the slap, and his head was buzzing. He felt that the person patting his shoulder was not a 14-year-old girl, but a burly Lu Zhishen. The next second, she would clasp her fists and say:

"Brother!"

*The skin of a girl, the soul of Lu Zhishen?*

At this moment, Jiang Jingwei noticed Wang Tai and was taken aback:

"Huh, are you new here too?"

Wang Tai: "I'm not. We've met before."

Jiang Jingwei was even more surprised: "Impossible, why don't I have any impression of you?"

Wang Tai: "…"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuanqing didn't know whether to complain about Wang Tai's talent or Jiang Jingwei's absent-mindedness.

Guan Ya continued to introduce:

"This is Senior Teng Yuan, level 4 Water Ghost, temporarily taking the position of squad leader."

Zhang Yuanqing refocused his attention and said respectfully, "Squad Leader Teng Yuan."

The middle-aged man's eyes were dull, his expression was dull, and he looked like he lacked enthusiasm for life. He pushed the glasses on his nose and said in a hollow voice:

"To correct you, the name of the Water Ghost after the first job change is Plague God."

He nodded to Zhang Yuanqing: "Not bad, young people are always full of energy and full of justice. I appreciate young people like you, but I also want to remind you that this is just a job. Always remember that your own life is the most important thing. How sad it is to risk your life for work."

*Huh?* Zhang Yuanqing was stunned. This was not the kind of praise that he imagined, with grand promises and encouragement.

Teng Yuan continued:

"I stayed up all night last night to formulate new rules and regulations. During my temporary position as squad leader, everyone must strictly abide by these rules. Anyone who violates my rules will be severely punished."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing perked up, thinking that this was the new official implementing three fires upon taking office. The new leader was going to set the rules.

Squad Leader Teng Yuan pushed the glasses on his nose, with a passive expression and a hollow tone, and said:

"Article 1: No overtime!

"Article 2: Paid leave is allowed.

"Article 3: No clocking in at work.

"Article 4: You don’t have to get my permission to ask for leave.

"Article 5: If you have to work overtime, the overtime pay will be tripled.

"Article 6: Weekends are changed to three-day weekends

"Article 7…"

Zhang Yuanqing's mouth opened little by little, his expression dull, his head buzzing, echoing with messy thoughts:

*Is this really a leader? There is such a leader in the world? Can we permanently transfer Squad Leader Zhenyan away from his post?*

As the sun set, a blue sports car drove into the underground parking garage of a hotel.

The black market was located on the three underground floors of this hotel. In addition to the black market, the boxing champion also held underground boxing matches.

Guan Ya parked the car, opened the door, and said, "We're here."

She put on a long trench coat to cover her proud figure, and her high heels were replaced with running shoes.

Guan Ya's explanation was that although the Spirit Realm Walkers active in the black market were registered, the wild walkers were, after all, scattered and rebellious, and did not pay attention to rules. And she was so beautiful, so captivating.

She would definitely be targeted by perverts, which would only cause trouble, so she had to put on a coat.

Zhang Yuanqing felt that this woman was as smug as her cousin, but looking at her round honey peaches, her tall and proud breasts, and her delicate and charming face, he could only endure her boasting.

Led by Guan Ya, the two came to a freight elevator.

A burly and tall man guarded the entrance of the freight elevator, his eyes fierce, scrutinizing the two who came over.

Guan Ya took out a stack of cash from her windbreaker pocket and handed it over. This was the "ticket" to enter the black market, ten thousand per person.

The strong man took it and pressed the down button.

The freight elevator door opened, and Guan Ya led Zhang Yuanqing into the car.

While the car was going down, Guan Ya and Zhang Yuanqing put on masks and baseball caps.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, and a stuffy atmosphere mixed with the smell of sweat and smoke, accompanied by a noisy sound, hit their faces.

Zhang Yuanqing looked around, and the space outside the elevator was wide. This black market was converted from an underground parking lot and divided into two major areas.

In the left area, there was a huge arena, and two sturdy men with bare chests were fighting hand-to-hand. The audience below cheered.

The outer perimeter was some stalls selling wine and food.

The right area was much quieter, with stalls arranged in an orderly manner. There were not many people shopping in the black market, only a few scattered.

At a certain stall, Zhang Yuanqing saw a familiar face, Big Sister White Dragon. She was leading two younger brothers, strolling around the stalls.

"White Dragon used to be a boxing tyrant in the arena."

Guan Ya also noticed her and said with a smile, "She likes to buy things and play a few games, so she can earn back the money she spent. Spirit Realm Walkers are limited by their moral values. Earning money is not difficult, but getting rich is very difficult, and the materials and props in the Spirit Realm are all sky-high prices."

Sky-high prices? Zhang Yuanqing began to worry about his wallet.

The two went straight to the right area. The things sold in the stalls were very miscellaneous and messy.

They mainly sold materials, information, and strategies. Basicly, there were no props to be seen, and even if there were, they were some props with relatively useless functions.

Zhang Yuanqing stopped in front of a stall, pointed to a bottle containing "dark green paste," and asked, "What is this?"

He sensed that the paste contained a powerful yin energy.

The stall owner said, "The bodily fluids of a zombie."

"How much?"

"50,000."

"Damn, so expensive?" Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, and pointed to a crimson crystal, "What is this again?"

"A blasting stone produced in Fire Master dungeons, a consumable," said the stall owner.

"How much?"

The stall owner glanced at him: "Two 'damn'."

*You’re asking for a beating!* Zhang Yuanqing: "…"

He scanned the diverse materials at the stall, pondered for a few seconds, and silently summoned Little Fool.

Only the spirit servant knew which materials were most suitable.

ps: Typos will be corrected later.