Chapter 1 Saturday, 11 a.m.

Zhang Yuanqing woke up with a yawn, his eyes still heavy with sleep. Ever since becoming a Night Watcher, he couldn't sleep at night, staying up to play games, and during the day, he was listless, constantly yawning and dozing off.

Two days had passed since that night of spirit questioning. Li Dongze and Guan Ya frequently went out to participate in the search for Hei Wuchang (Black Impermanence) and his subordinates.

This delayed Zhang Yuanqing's combat training.

Originally, according to Li Dongze's plan, Guan Ya was supposed to give Yuanshi (Primordial Beginning) combat training, and with the Night Watcher's physical fitness, it wouldn't be difficult to get started in a short time.

But due to the Holy Grail and Register incident, it had to be postponed, as the second team was short of personnel.

Zhang Yuanqing had asked Li Dongze about the teammates who had never shown their faces, but the squad leader's expression immediately became unnatural, as if he had some unspeakable secret.

The considerate Yuanshi Tianzun (Primordial Celestial Venerable) didn't continue to press him.

In addition, Wang Qian of the Zhisha Gong (Palace of Ceasing Slaughter) had agreed to become his informant, unexpectedly cooperative and very aware.

Because of the Ou Xiangrong incident, the management of Songhai University suddenly became strict, and the school didn't allow students living on campus to go out at night, so the matchmaking event was also put on hold.

After a simple wash, Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room while his grandmother was still preparing lunch and began to tease the infant spirit.

At this moment, he was preparing a zhuazhou (first birthday celebration) for the little rascal. After experiencing 50%, the purity and thickness of the Taiyin power (Lunar Yin power) had increased. Then, he discovered that the infant spirit nourished by the Taiyin power had slightly improved intelligence.

Zhang Yuanqing placed textbooks around the round and cute infant spirit, math on the left, Chinese on the right, and English and physics in front and behind.

"Your master is highly talented and knowledgeable, you can't fall behind, choose one."

The little rascal opened his dark, beady eyes and pondered for a long time, finally understanding Zhang Yuanqing's meaning. Then, he quickly moved his limbs and crawled toward the physics textbook.

"Oh, a promising child..."

Just as Zhang Yuanqing's face bloomed with a smile, he saw the little guy cross the physics textbook and hug the PS5 game console. Because he couldn't touch the entity, he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Useless thing, nothing like me!" Zhang Yuanqing criticized angrily.

"When I was your age, I could already compose poetry in seven steps."

Alas! He sighed in disappointment. If he wanted to improve the infant spirit's intelligence and cultivate him into a talent, he had to master the Night Watcher's skill of raising ghosts.

Then he had to level up.

Calculating the time, the second Spirit Realm mission was coming soon.

After lunch, Zhang Yuanqing walked into the bedroom, poured warm water into a teacup, opened the bedside table, and took out a white medicine bottle.

"Really, I've been too busy lately and forgot to take my medicine. It's been delayed for two days..."

He muttered as he poured the medicine bottle, dropping a few small pills into his palm.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's expression froze.

That's right, I'm two days late, why hasn't my old illness relapsed?

My condition is obviously getting more and more serious, and the frequency of attacks will only be faster, it's impossible to delay it.

Is it because I became a Night Watcher and my physical fitness has changed?

"Come to think of it, I haven't had an attack since I was promoted to Night Watcher, could it be that I'm cured?" He was overjoyed for a moment, but he wasn't sure, so he decided to try it out.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and visualized his father's blurry face in his mind.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but his heart "thumped" and his mind boiled. All kinds of noises poured into his mind, and various fragmented images revived.

But in the next moment, the noises became orderly, and the images were no longer fragmented.

No, it wasn't that the sounds and images became orderly, but that the brain's ability to process information had increased.

He heard his uncle dancing in his living room, with "Jianbing Guǒzi" (pancake) as the background music.

His aunt was watching TV in the bedroom, occasionally complaining: It's too noisy, keep it down.

The kitchen was the sound of his grandmother washing dishes.

The bed downstairs was making a "creak creak" sound. Through the analysis of the collision sound, Zhang Yuanqing could proudly conclude that the hostess was lying on her stomach.

The brain's information processing was still continuing...

"Guan Ya always has an unspeakable confidence, and the squad leader seems to be quite polite to her, unlike how he treats me and Wang Tai... When I mentioned those few team members, the expression on the squad leader's face was embarrassment and helplessness... There's something wrong with the change in Wang Qian's attitude, he was disdainful of me yesterday..."

"Little Rascal has a special closeness to Little Aunt, Little Aunt, Little Aunt..."

Just then, the bedroom door was suddenly opened, and Zhang Yuanqing's mysterious state was instantly broken.

"Let's go, accompany me to the mall." Jiang Yuer娇(jiāo)声(shēng) (sweetly) said.

Her outfit today was a knee-length pleated skirt, white sneakers, and a light blue loose shirt. Because of her sweet and lovely appearance, she looked very Mori-kei (forest-style), very well-behaved.

The main reason Jiang Yuer can become a popular figure in the matchmaking market is this well-behaved appearance.

Confident men feel that beautiful and well-behaved women are easy to control, and inferior men will also feel that there is not much pressure to get along with such beauties.

Zhang Yuanqing stared blankly at his little aunt, and suddenly two lines of warm blood spurted from his nostrils.

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Songhai Airport.

In the underground parking garage, Fu Qingyang, sitting in a business car, waited for a long time and frowned as he dialed his assistant's cell phone.

After the call was connected, he asked in a low voice:

"Why haven't they come out yet?"

He was here to pick someone up, and the flight landed an hour ago, but the assistant hadn't brought the person out yet.

Fu Qingyang's time was precious, how could he waste it on such trivial matters?

"Centurion, he..." The assistant lowered his voice and said, "He hooked up with a beautiful woman and stayed at the airport, refusing to leave, saying he wanted to exchange feelings..."

The veins on Fu Qingyang's forehead jumped, and he said:

"Tell him, either he comes out himself, or I'll go in and drag him out."

The assistant responded and hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, the assistant led a young man into the underground parking garage and walked towards the business car.

This young man was wearing beige loose trousers and a light blue shirt. His clothes fluttered as he walked, extremely elegant. He had handsome features and his eyes were half-closed with a smile, with a deep-rooted laziness.

Affable, lazy, harmless.

That was the impression the young man gave.

Fu Qingyang said coldly, "As expected of the Hua Gongzi (Flower Prince), wherever he goes, women throw themselves into his arms."

This Flower Prince, who was as famous as him, lived up to his name. He was an out-and-out playboy. His father was the sect leader of the Taiyi Sect. His family was prominent, and he himself had outstanding talent. The number of women around him was countless.

If he was simply lustful, it would certainly not be enough to be on par with Fu Qingyang. This guy was nicknamed the Flower Prince because he understood women very well and had a good reputation in the women's circle.

Faced with the ridicule, Ling Jun squinted his eyes and smiled, "Don't say it so vulgarly. Beauties are works of art. You need to savor them carefully and understand them slowly to discover their beauty. This is elegance."

Fu Qingyang frowned, "Because of your elegance, you wasted an hour of my time and delayed important matters."

"Brother Qingyang, there's more to life than just career, there are many beautiful things worth discovering." Ling Jun smiled with squinted eyes, "I already know about the Guiyan Pan Guan (Ghost Eye Judge). I will fully assist you. My father is very concerned about the death of the Ghost Eye Judge."

"Why?" Fu Qingyang looked at him.

"The time of his death is very close to the death of the Demon Lord. My father suspects that there is a connection between the two."

"Why is the sect leader so obsessed with the death of the Demon Lord, so obsessed with finding the Demon Lord's successor?"

"Because before the Demon Lord died, he left something very important in the character card."

"What thing?"

"I can only tell you that that thing represents the ultimate, the essence of the Spirit Realm."

........

Runfa Shopping Mall, milk tea shop.

Zhang Yuanqing, carrying large and small shopping bags, took a seat, picked up a glass, and took a big sip of the milk tea floating with ice cubes, letting out a satisfied sigh.

He immediately felt alive.

The most tiring thing about accompanying Little Aunt to the mall was not the physical exertion, but the mental torment.

Fortunately, the beautiful figures of the young ladies could relieve this fatigue. Zhang Yuanqing drank milk tea and felt very good.

He confirmed one thing, his strange illness had been effectively relieved.

In addition to the reduced frequency of attacks, it had become easier for him to actively stimulate his old illness. The most important point was that the symptoms such as headaches and nosebleeds after the attack had been alleviated.

Perhaps in the future, he could freely control the state of brainpower boiling. Then he wouldn't have to ask Wang Tai to help write papers, hehe.

No, that's too unambitious... Zhang Yuanqing quickly drove this tempting idea out of his mind.

"Alas, this month's salary is not enough." Little Aunt said with emotion.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her and said disdainfully, "When has your salary ever been enough? You spend your grandparents' money."

Little Aunt was still an intern doctor, and her salary was very low, but she was not short of luxury goods. Most of her expenses were paid by her grandparents.

Her grandparents had considerable savings. The eldest daughter was successful in her career, and the eldest son married a wealthy wife, so they were not short of money. Therefore, the savings could only be left to the youngest daughter to squander.

Jiang Yuer pouted, pretending to be pitiful and saying, "Yes, yes, who told Auntie to be useless? I can't earn money, so I can only fully rely on my parents."

While chatting, Zhang Yuanqing took out his mobile phone and habitually logged into the official forum to see if there were any interesting posts.

The official forum had two main functions: First, the official releases some important announcements and information; second, it provides a platform for Spirit Realm practitioners from all over the world to communicate, share information, and intelligence.

In Zhang Yuanqing's opinion, browsing the forum was a way to quickly increase his knowledge.

Soon, a post caught his attention:

#A large number of new A-level and S-level Spirit Realms have appeared in the Night Watcher profession, and "disappearance" phenomena have occurred among official Night Watchers in various places#

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