Chapter 1 A Protective Character Card

The character card is a protection for Lingjing Xingzhe (spiritual realm travelers). Zhang Yuanqing was reminded of Chunyang Zhangjiao, an ancient cultivator.

This old hag’s master, in order to break through his realm, forcibly cultivated the mind techniques of an Illusionist, resulting in madness and becoming a bloodthirsty lunatic.

This shows that cultivating the spiritual power of an evil profession with an orderly profession will result in mental breakdown, so the character card is a protection for orderly practitioners.

The character card will restrict Lingjing Xingzhe from cultivating the spiritual power of other professions. In addition, Fear Lord said that the character card can only transform from orderly to evil, which Zhang Yuanqing believes is correct.

Nüwa is proof of this. Nüwa is a dual-profession of Musician and Scholar, but she is not crazy, which shows that orderly professions can be cultivated together without any sequelae, so there is no need for protection.

The core meaning of the character card’s protection is to prevent orderly professions from cultivating evil spiritual power and prevent them from being "contaminated." But what does the spiritual realm's self-defense mechanism mean? 【Yuanshi Tianzun: The character card should protect orderly professions, right? What does the spiritual realm’s self-defense mechanism mean?】

Fear Lord ignored him. 【Yuanshi Tianzun: Great Freedom Lord, please answer my doubts.】

【Fear Lord: It’s my freedom to answer or not. I don’t want to tell you now.】 Zhang Yuanqing frowned, unable to tell whether this guy was having an episode or...

The "spiritual realm's self-defense mechanism" involves a higher level of secrets, so he is unwilling to reveal it. But in any case, it’s a good thing that Fear Lord is willing to chatter.

Even if a demigod’s chatter is just complaining and meaningless nonsense, it is invaluable intelligence to low-level Lingjing Xingzhe.

Compared to the strictly regulated official, freelancers are more free-spirited and willing to talk. Fear Lord is a good intelligence resource, but one cannot relax one's vigilance because of this, ignoring the characteristics of evil professions. Fear Lord is essentially still a bloodthirsty, unscrupulous madman.

Even Justice Lord, Demon Eye, is an extremely dangerous figure. Their personalities may be interesting, but they probably wouldn’t blink an eye when killing people.

Exiting the chat interface and deleting the chat history with Fear Lord, Zhang Yuanqing left his desk, walked to the window, and stared blankly at the flower garden bathed in the bright sunshine.

The height of summer has passed, and it is now early autumn. Time has come to August. In another week, he will enter a dungeon again, ushering in his second dungeon after becoming a Star Official—a multiplayer dungeon.

The prophecy of the Mirror of Destiny echoed in his ears, he only has three months to live. Three months is neither long nor short. After all, he has only been a Lingjing Xingzhe for four months.

The crisis that will lead to his death in the future has not even shown a sign yet. Zhang Yuanqing himself has no clue about this, and he can’t even prepare for it.

Therefore, he has a strong desire for astrology. Only a level five Star Official can learn astrology, and with the addition of the Great Luo Star Disk, his deduction level should be comparable to level six.

At that time, the source of the death crisis, how it will arise, and who the enemy is, can be revealed through astrology.

"If I could get the Taiyi Sect’s secret method, that would be great. The revelations gained from focusing on the stars should be more precise and clear, and I would be able to avoid the death crisis.” Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing took out his phone, stood by the window, and sent a message to Yin Ji: 【Yuanshi Tianzun: Sister Yin Ji, how can I get the Taiyi Sect’s main cultivation method?】

The message was sent, and in less than ten seconds, Yin Ji replied, but the content made Zhang Yuanqing a little surprised.

【Yin Ji: This is the Taiyi Sect’s secret that is not passed down. Please do not ask me about such questions again.】 The reply was a reply, but the words revealed estrangement and indifference, completely unlike a gentle older sister.

Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, "It's only been a few days, and she has forgotten our friendship? We should at least be considered friends."

The sudden deterioration of his heterosexual relationships made him vaguely aware that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Zhang Yuanqing did not waste his thoughts on irrelevant matters, but instead thought about the action to save Demon Eye.

If possible, he doesn’t want to take risks.

“Fear Lord’s curse on me is that if I don’t rescue Demon Eye within a month, I will surely die. The curse is not the point, the point is that he used the power of the contract to insure the curse. The content of the contract is that I will not pass this matter on to anyone in any way, and I will never eliminate the curse.” Zhang Yuanqing thought about it, the key point is the last sentence—never eliminate the curse.

But if I use the Perfect Human Skin with the idea of eliminating the curse, will I be killed on the spot by the power of the contract?

The clone hasn’t put on the human skin yet, and the main body has returned to the Lingjing. This needs special attention. In the future, when using the human skin, I must control my thoughts and not think in this direction. But as long as I put on the human skin, can I operate?” Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing thought of the prophecy of death three months later.

This prophecy actually shows that he will not die because of Demon Eye’s matter. "Maybe it is my operation that avoids Fear Lord’s curse, so I don’t have to save Demon Eye and therefore survive?"

"Uh, it may also be that I successfully rescued Demon Eye, reaping his favor. If I don’t save Demon Eye, although I can guarantee temporary peace, Fear Lord will be surprised—how did Yuanshi Tianzun avoid the contract and curse?" Zhang Yuanqing really doesn't want to be targeted by that leader of the fools.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to put this matter aside for now. After he advances to level five and learns Star Gazing Technique, he will consider whether to save Demon Eye based on the Star Gazing revelation.

Kangyang Intercontinental Hotel, revolving restaurant. Ling Jun took out a delicate jewelry box from his pocket, gently pushed it to the woman opposite him, and sighed, "The journey of life is always full of separation and encounter. Today's separation may be for tomorrow's meeting.

My beloved girl, the beautiful scenery is always ahead, I can't accompany you anymore, go, you are a free bird." In fact, his money was spent, and he had to wait until next month's Hundred Flowers Association and Taiyi Sect pay him before he could continue to chase girls.

The woman with a melon-seed face, big waves, designer clothes, and exquisite fashion, took the jewelry box, her face full of reluctance, and complained, "Ling Jun, if I look for you in the future, you are not allowed to refuse me, you are not allowed to block me, you are not allowed to ignore my phone." Ling Jun smiled gently and sunny, "You will always have my gentleness." At this moment, the phone rang.

"Sorry, I'll take a call." Ling Jun got up and left the seat. Walking out of the restaurant and into the quiet corridor, he answered the phone and laughed, "Uncle Zhao, what are my uncle's instructions?"

A male voice came from the phone: "Young Master Ling Jun, Elder Yun Zhongzi asked me to tell you to keep a close eye on Yuanshi Tianzun recently, observe his changes, especially in terms of props and materials." Ling Jun was stunned: "What's wrong?" The middle-aged man briefly told Ling Jun what happened at Qinfeng Academy.

"So that's how it is." Ling Jun narrowed his eyes, his smile cold: "Uncle suspects that Yuanshi Tianzun has solved the hidden mission?"

"No problem, I will keep an eye on him. Heh, the hidden mission of Qinfeng has not been solved so far. I hope Yuanshi Tianzun succeeds. Our Hundred Flowers Association likes this wedding dress very much." The middle-aged man said: "Try to be concealed and gentle." "Understood, Yuanshi Tianzun trusts me very much, and it's not difficult to get information. Wait for my good news." Ling Jun curled his lips.

"What's wrong with you kid, you can't even handle such a small thing. My uncle suspects you." In the cigar room, Ling Jun lay lazily on the soft chair, his legs crossed, disappointed with his student's ability to handle affairs: "I knew you two were plotting something when I heard Fu Qingyang talking to you about the hidden mission that day." Before Zhang Yuanqing could speak, Fu Qingyang, sitting on the sofa, said lightly: "It doesn't matter, they have no evidence, and I won't let the people from the Hundred Flowers Association contact Yuanshi."

After speaking, Young Master Qian glanced at Ling Jun: "All your expenses in Songhai in the future can be reimbursed by me, and I will give you the tiger skin from the White Tiger Guard's gang warehouse."

Ling Jun understood: "I will perfunctorily deal with my uncle's side for Yuanshi." The three stopped talking and slowly exhaled white smoke. After a while, Zhang Yuanqing said, "Boss, did you cut something off of me?" Fu Qingyang clipped his cigar, picked up the whiskey on the table and took a sip: "Red thread!" "What?" Young Master Qian repeated: "Red thread, the red thread that symbolizes marriage." "Pfft!" Young Master Hua laughed,

"If you cut off the red thread, you will pass through thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching your body, because no woman will like you at all." "Wouldn't that be like Sanyang Kaitai, without even a **?"

"No woman will ever throw herself into my arms again?" Zhang Yuanqing's expression changed drastically. Fu Qingyang explained in a calm tone: "The Palace Master of Zhisha Palace is a musician. As long as she is willing, she can make any man fall in love with herself. Ling Jun and I are no exception." As for why he cut them all off in one go, because he is not a musician and cannot do such precise operations.

Ling Jun waved his hand: "That's not the case. As long as she is beautiful enough, I will fall in love with her without the red thread. In addition, the red thread has a time limit. This skill is very troublesome in combat, just like the charm of lust, it is easy to make people soft-hearted." He was worried that I would be confused by the red thread and follow the Palace Master's path. No wonder the boss didn't object after the click.

Zhang Yuanqing understood what Fu Qingyang meant. "Then, will my red thread recover?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.

Fu Qingyang said: "The red thread will reconnect itself after twenty-four hours." "That's good. In these twenty-four hours, I won't come into contact with women." As soon as Zhang Yuanqing thought this, he saw a bunny girl walk into the cigar room and stop beside Fu Qingyang, bowing and saying, "Young master, Miss Guan Ya is back." Ling Jun clapped his hands: "Yuanshi, break up with Guan Ya now, and I will introduce Teng'er to you." Jiangnan Leather City. In the Xiahou family's villa, Xiahou Aotian sat at the table, the computer screen showing the successful sending of the email. Half an hour ago, the official called the Xiahou family and asked him to submit a report on Qinfeng Academy. Although Xiahou Aotian's character is unreliable, as a scholar, he is better at writing a report without flaws than Yuanshi Tianzun and others. After sending the email, he picked up his phone again, looked at the chat history, and hummed nonchalantly, "What could be wrong with the core of the Terracotta Soldier? Yuanshi Tianzun only knows how to scare people." After saying that, he slumped back in his chair, looked at the ceiling, and had a look of disdain on his face. A few seconds later, he suddenly got up: "I should still check it." Walking out of the room, he went downstairs to the living room, where the nanny was preparing lunch in the kitchen. "Young master, are you going out? Madam said that you were frightened in the dungeon recently, so she is stewing a calming soup for you in the kitchen." The nanny euphemistically told him that he should come back for lunch.

The Xiahou family's nanny, in ancient times, would be the family servant of a wealthy family. The Lingjing family has a very strict audit system for the workers in the family. They will adopt orphans and train them into a series of service roles such as butlers, assistants, and nannies.

They will also recruit ordinary people who are accidentally involved in the Lingjing Xingzhe cases to work in the family. They will even absorb wild Lingjing Xingzhe to work for the family.

After more than a hundred years of reproduction, the number of ordinary people working for the Xiahou family is thousands, most of whom are ancestors who passed down the golden rice bowl, which is more stable than working in the system.

If they are promising family servants, the Xiahou family will also arrange them to work in the companies run by the family, and their status, benefits, and income will be greatly improved.

"Tell the old woman that I'm going to the patriarch's house." Xiahou Aotian waved his hand and went out. The community was sunny and the roads were flat. One high-end villa after another was located in an orderly manner. The matching courtyards were planted with expensive ornamental plants.

Personnel wearing work uniforms patrolled in shuttle cars. Xiahou Aotian strolled in the sun, wearing slippers, shorts, a T-shirt, and a casual and unruly hairstyle. If you don't consider his personality, he really fits the image of an anime male protagonist.

In a short time, Xiahou Aotian strolled to the large manor where the patriarch lived, ignored the security personnel's obstruction, kicked away the head of the family's grandson, and arrived at the head of the family's study.

"Granduncle, I want to enter your treasure house." Xiahou Aotian pushed open the door and said loudly. "Grandpa, this guy broke in again." The head of the family's eldest grandson, who was about the same age, said loudly.

"Go away." Xiahou Aotian kicked him away. The old head of the family with white hair was studying the weapon refining manual. He looked up, squeezed out a smile: "Aotian, what are you doing in the treasure house?" "I'm not feeling well, I'm going for a physical examination." In this way, Xiahou Aotian got the key to the head of the family's treasure house. In fact, there are also physical examination props in the Xiahou family's gang warehouse, but applying to use the props in the warehouse requires the approval of the ancestors, and he has already been blacklisted by the ancestors.

Following the steps to the first floor underground, at the end of the steps was a black iron gate engraved with runes. Xiahou Aotian inserted the ten-centimeter-long key into the keyhole, twisted it, and a series of slight sounds of gears and bearings running came from inside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the runes on the door lit up one by one, like fluorescent blue LED colored lights. The light of the runes suddenly converged towards the center of the gate, collapsing into a rotating fluorescent blue channel.

Xiahou Aotian stepped into the channel and came to the head of the family's treasure house. The space of the treasure house was a thousand square meters and the dome was about ten meters high, supported by six pillars.

The most piled up here are discarded props (failed refining), followed by Lingjing materials, and the fewest are props.

Xiahou Aotian walked to a machine similar to an MRI machine, started the machine, and then lay down in it.

This is the equipment used by the Xiahou family for large-scale physical examinations. The circular machine buzzed and operated, scanning Xiahou Aotian's body with infrared rays over and over again.

Di Di~ At this time, the display screen connected to the instrument transmitted an electronic female voice: "Please do not scan two people at the same time, please do not scan two people at the same time." Hearing the instrument's prompt, a series of question marks first appeared in Xiahou Aotian's mind, and then his scalp went numb, and an unspeakable chill surged into his heart.