Chapter 6

Yi Yun put on a set of silver-white fish-scale armor, hung a large shield on his chest and back, and attached five long swords in a fan shape on his back. He also hung a bunch of things like purple-gold gourds, demon-catching pots, and monster-trapping jade bottles on his belt.

Xu Baize stared at Yi Yun with wide eyes.

"Should this be enough to save my life?" Yi Yun pondered, then, under Xu Baize's shocked gaze, picked up a large saber from the ground.

"Sure." Xu Baize replied woodenly, "But..."

"There's no 'but.' Saving my life is the most important thing." Yi Yun slightly relaxed and tried to take a step forward, but the heavy armor, shields, and swords weighed him down, and he fell to the ground like a small mountain of weapons.

"What I meant to say is, can you still walk with a few hundred pounds of stuff?" Xu Baize looked at the fallen Yi Yun with a hint of schadenfreude.

When Yi Yun put on those things, he was only thinking about saving his life and didn't realize how heavy the armor and shields were. After falling and getting a bruised nose and face, he wailed on the ground, especially when the two large shields, each weighing dozens of pounds, pinned him down. He looked like a turtle flipped on its back, unable to get up no matter how he struggled.

After Xu Baize finally helped Yi Yun take off all those things, Yi Yun, on the brink of fear, looked at the heavy magical tools and had no idea what to do.

"As a cultivator, your cultivation and physical strength are directly proportional. Someone at your level, Purple Rank 1, is definitely as weak as a chicken. Here, I think you can only carry this." Xu Baize picked up a peachwood sword and threw it to Yi Yun.

"In fact, when it comes to saving your life, running away quickly is much more effective than these heavy protections." Xu Baize threw a set of apricot-yellow Daoist robes to Yi Yun, "These magical tools are quite expensive. If they are destroyed by those demons, the loss will be ours. This Daoist robe and peachwood sword are also powerful tools for catching demons."

"Daoist robe and peachwood sword!" Yi Yun exclaimed, muttering, "Master Xu, do you think I'm just starting out and getting a beginner's package? This robe looks so dirty, how long has it been since it was washed? This peachwood sword is full of wormholes. Master Xu, are you sure this will work?"

Xu Baize gave Yi Yun a look, "I'm doing this for your own good."

"You were just recommending me to wear that snow-white armor and carry that five-foot-long sword, right?" Yi Yun glanced at the ground, "And that gourd!"

Thinking about the inconsistency in Xu Baize's words, Yi Yun, out of a sense of responsibility to himself, put on a serious expression, "Master Xu, I don't know much about these things, don't lie to me!"

"Do you still not trust me?" Xu Baize put on a trustworthy look and leaned his lecherous face close to Yi Yun's.

"Um." Yi Yun nodded, this lecherous face and forced expression clearly seemed to be setting him up.

"You don't trust me!" Xu Baize exclaimed.

Yi Yun quickly shook his head.

"Exactly! Now we're under the same roof, I wouldn't set you up." Xu Baize patted Yi Yun's shoulder and picked up a gourd, "But I almost forgot, you must take this gourd. Although I think you'll probably be killed by a demon... oh... no, you'll catch the demon, but you still need to take this gourd."

"Be killed by a demon..." Yi Yun's face turned pale.

"You'll catch the demon." Xu Baize handed the gourd to Yi Yun, with a look that seemed to pity the gourd for not coming back, and patted Yi Yun's shoulder again, "Work hard, I'll tell Jia Nan to bring the gourd back for you."

Yi Yun gave Xu Baize a conflicted look, this lecherous middle-aged man, whose expression clearly showed that Yi Yun would definitely die if he met a demon.

"What should I do now?" Holding the dirty, slightly smelly apricot-yellow Daoist robe and the worm-eaten peachwood sword, Yi Yun looked at Xu Baize helplessly.

"Demons that appear during the day are too powerful, so Mr. Shan's idea is for you to follow Ling Jia Nan to catch some night-active demons and get familiar with the job first." Xu Baize put a bracelet on Yi Yun's wrist. The bracelet was as thin as a toothpick, with a simple bronze color and faintly carved runes.

"This is a voice transmission bracelet, already preloaded with my and Ling Jia Nan's frequencies." Xu Baize lifted his wrist and spoke softly to his white bracelet, "Yi Yun, demon affairs officer."

Yi Yun's gray bracelet flashed.

"You just need to put your hand on it to know who is transmitting." Xu Baize lifted Yi Yun's hand and as soon as it touched the bracelet, three words appeared: Xu Baize.

"Now, tap it lightly."

Yi Yun tapped the bracelet, and Xu Baize's voice immediately came through, "Yi Yun, demon affairs officer."

"Wow! Pretty advanced!" Yi Yun marveled, then asked, "How does the billing work? Is the data plan expensive?"

"Data plan? Billing?" Xu Baize looked at Yi Yun in confusion.

Yi Yun explained with some effort.

"Ha! Nonsense, talking doesn't cost anything." Xu Baize laughed, "This is just a simple magical tool. Once you store the other person's frequency, you can transmit sound freely."

Feeling the voice transmission bracelet on his wrist, thinking about the beautiful woman he met at the door, Yi Yun felt a bit excited: with no billing, data, or information fees, he could harass her without limit.

"Here! This is the 'Purple Void Qi Cultivation Technique.' Appointing a mortal as a demon affairs officer is unprecedented in thousands of years. We usually recruit accomplished cultivators directly. We didn't have these cultivation manuals, but this is a souvenir that Pu Zhijun, a pedantic scholar, brought back after cultivating on Mount Qingcheng." Xu Baize handed a thin, bound book to Yi Yun, "Although it's just some basic cultivation techniques, you should practice them well. The higher your cultivation, the safer you'll be when facing demons."

"Will I be safe if I learn this?" Yi Yun asked confidently.

"Well, that's hard to say. I mean, the higher your cultivation, the safer you'll be." Xu Baize laughed, then walked upstairs, "I don't know why, but this batch of three-turn pills made from demons has no spiritual energy and has become useless. Those demons were the best collected over the past few hundred years. It seems the furnace, which has been used for tens of thousands of years, has a problem. I've wasted half a year's effort. Go, I'm in a bad mood."

As Yi Yun walked out, he heard Xu Baize's voice behind him, "Go back to your current place and pack up. Before going out to catch demons tonight, Jia Nan will take you to the residence provided by our witch department. We provide food and lodging!"

Wrapping the 'Purple Void Qi Cultivation Technique' and the broken flute in the apricot-yellow Daoist robe, Yi Yun walked through the funnel-shaped alley and stood on the bustling street, feeling a bit lost. If it weren't for the things in his hands, everything that happened could have been a boring dream.

No. 415 Bisk Road, this would be his workplace from now on.

Unconventional Affairs Officer, this would be the prefix on his business card from now on.

Looking back at the alley, a bitter smile appeared on his face: he wondered if the contract he signed mentioned things like five insurances and one fund, and national holidays.

Returning to his residence, Yi Yun, who had been stimulated all day, was extremely tired both physically and mentally. He dove into his garbage mountain of a bed, shoes still on, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Bang!"

A loud explosion, and he felt a sudden jolt. Lying on the bed, which was like a pile of garbage, Yi Yun opened his sleepy eyes, the smell of instant noodles filling his nose.

Feeling sore all over, he rubbed his eyes and noticed something was wrong. He propped himself up and gasped, "Did I dream it?"

The rotten wooden bed had collapsed entirely. Looking around and touching the bed, he was stunned: the entire rotten wooden bed seemed to have disappeared, and the bed sheets and blankets had fallen to the ground.

"Could it be termites! That's amazing! They destroyed my rotten wooden bed in an instant!" Yi Yun rubbed his sore face, staring at the scene in disbelief.

"Click... click..."

A familiar sound rang in his ears.

Looking up, he saw the black sphere happily bouncing on his messy wooden table.

This thing had followed him back. He reached out and grabbed the black sphere.

"Click... click..."

The black sphere chirped happily.

"Hey, why are you following me?" Yi Yun squeezed the black sphere, guessing that the disappearance of the wooden bed was related to this thing.

"Click... click..."

The black sphere chirped a few times, looking at Yi Yun with big, pitiful eyes.

He felt something wet on his hand.

"You, stop pretending to be pitiful." He pressed the black sphere flat with a finger, muttering, and when he lifted his hand, the black sphere stuck to his finger.

"Hey! Are you trying to stick to me?" Yi Yun shook his hand a few times, but the black sphere wouldn't budge.

"Click... click..."

The black sphere chirped urgently, clearly affirming.

"Sticking to me! Why?" Yi Yun frowned, "If you were a woman, I could understand, but what can a small black sphere do?"

The black sphere bounced on the ground, pushing aside the messy apricot-yellow Daoist robe, revealing the 'Purple Void Qi Cultivation Technique.'

Picking up the book and flipping a page, he found no words.

"Hey! That lecherous Xu tricked me!" Thinking of Xu Baize's lecherous face, he felt a surge of anger: playing with me!

"Ouch!"

His finger suddenly hurt, as the black sphere bit him hard. Yi Yun saw a drop of blood on his fingertip and was surprised: this black thing had no hard parts, where did it get teeth from?

The drop of blood fell onto the page and quickly spread, forming crooked words.

Yi Yun looked closely: the handwriting was very familiar. He realized: damn, this is my own chicken-claw style handwriting!

Seeing his own handwriting in such large amounts, Yi Yun felt a bit embarrassed, but he could still read it smoothly.

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