Chapter 43

Saturday, 11:00 AM.

Zhang Yuanqing woke up with a yawn, his eyes still heavy with sleep. Since becoming a Night Wanderer, he couldn't sleep at night and spent the whole night playing games, leaving him drowsy and sleepy during the day.

It had been two days since the spirit questioning that night. Li Dongze and Guan Ya had been frequently going out, participating in the search for the Black Wuchang and his subordinates.

This had caused Zhang Yuanqing's combat training to be delayed.

Originally, according to Li Dongze's plan, Guan Ya was supposed to train Yuanqing in combat next. With the physical attributes of a Night Wanderer, it wouldn't be difficult to master basic combat skills in a short time.

However, due to the Holy Grail and the roster incident, the training had to be postponed, as the second team was short of personnel.

Zhang Yuanqing had once asked Li Dongze about the teammates who had never shown up, but the squad leader's expression immediately became unnatural, as if there was something he couldn't say.

The considerate Yuan Shitianzun did not press further.

Additionally, Wang Qian from the Zisha Palace had agreed to become his informant, unexpectedly cooperative and very determined.

Due to the Ou Xiangrong incident, Songhai University's management had become stricter, prohibiting students from going out at night, so the social activities were put on hold.

After a quick wash, his grandmother hadn't finished preparing lunch, so Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room and started to play with the infant spirit.

At this moment, he was setting up a "grabbing the future" ceremony for the little rascal. After the 50% experience, the purity and thickness of the Taiyin power had increased, and he noticed that the infant spirit's intelligence had slightly improved due to the nourishment of the Taiyin power.

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

"You, my master, are highly talented and well-versed. You can't fall behind. Choose one."

The little rascal opened his big, black eyes, tilted his head, and thought for a long time. Finally, he understood what Zhang Yuanqing meant and quickly moved his limbs, crawling towards the physics textbook.

"Oh, a promising child."

Just as Zhang Yuanqing's face broke into a smile, he saw the little guy cross over the physics textbook and hug the PS5 game console. Since it couldn't touch physical objects, it fell over.

"Unambitious thing, you're nothing like me!" Zhang Yuanqing scolded angrily.

"When I was your age, I could already write a poem in seven steps."

Sigh! He sighed in disappointment. To improve the infant spirit's intelligence and cultivate it into a capable being, he needed to master the skill of raising ghosts as a Night Wanderer.

That meant he needed to level up.

Calculating the time, the second spirit realm mission was approaching.

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

"Really, I've been so busy lately that I forgot to take my medicine. It's already two days overdue."

While muttering, he tilted the medicine bottle and poured a few small pills into his palm.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's expression changed.

That's right, it's been two days overdue, but why hasn't my old illness recurred?

My condition was getting worse, and the frequency of attacks should have increased, not delayed.

Is it because I became a Night Wanderer, and my physical attributes have changed?

"Come to think of it, I haven't had an attack since I became a Night Wanderer. Could it be that I'm cured?" He felt a wave of joy but wasn't sure, so he decided to try.

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

After a while, his heart pounded, and his brain boiled. Various noises flooded his mind, and fragmented images resurfaced.

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 rather his brain's ability to process information had improved.

He heard his uncle dancing in the living room, with the background music being "Jianbing Guozi."

His aunt was watching TV in the bedroom, occasionally complaining, "Too noisy, be quiet."

The sound of his grandmother washing dishes came from the kitchen.

The bed downstairs creaked, and from the sound of the collision, Zhang Yuanqing confidently concluded that the lady of the house was lying on her stomach.

The brain continued to process information.

"Guan Ya always has an indescribable confidence, and the squad leader seems quite polite to her, unlike when he talks about me and Wang Tai. The squad leader's expression was awkward and helpless when I mentioned the other team members. There's something off about Wang Qian's change in attitude; he was dismissive of me yesterday."

"The little rascal has a special closeness to Auntie, 'Auntie, Auntie.'"

At this moment, the bedroom door suddenly opened, breaking Zhang Yuanqing's mysterious state.

"Come on, let's go shopping." Jiang Yubei said in a sweet voice.

She was wearing a knee-length pleated skirt, white shoes, and a loose, light blue shirt. With her sweet and cute appearance, she looked very natural and obedient.

Jiang Yubei's popularity in the matchmaking market was mainly due to this obedient appearance.

Confident men felt that a beautiful and obedient woman was easy to handle, and insecure men also felt that such a beauty wouldn't be too intimidating to be around.

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

Songhai Airport.

In the underground parking lot, Fu Qingyang, sitting in a business car, waited for a long time, frowning as he called his assistant.

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

"Why haven't you come out yet?"

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

Fu Qingyang's time was precious; he couldn't waste it on such trivial matters.

"The squad leader, he..." The assistant lowered his voice, "He's flirting with a beautiful woman and refuses to leave the airport, saying he wants to build a connection."

Fu Qingyang's forehead veins throbbed as he said:

"Tell him, will he come out on his own, or do I have to 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 lot, heading towards the business car.

This young man was wearing light beige loose pants and a light blue shirt. As he walked, his clothes fluttered, making him look very graceful. He had handsome features, and his eyes were half-closed with a smile, exuding a deep sense of laziness.

Friendly, lazy, harmless.

This was the impression the young man gave.

Fu Qingyang said coldly, "No wonder you're called a playboy, you attract women wherever you go."

This playboy, who was as famous as him, lived up to his name. His father was the leader of the Taiyi Sect, and his family background was prominent. With his outstanding talent, he was surrounded by countless beautiful women.

If he were just a lecher, he wouldn't be on par with Fu Qingyang. He was called a playboy because he understood women and had a good reputation among them.

Facing the ridicule, Ling Jun narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Don't be so vulgar. A beauty is an art piece that needs to be appreciated and understood to uncover her beauty. This is elegance."

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

"Brother Qingyang, life isn't just about business; there are many beautiful things worth discovering." Ling Jun narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I already know about the Ghost Judge's matter and will assist you fully. My father is very concerned about the Ghost Judge's death."

"Why?" Fu Qingyang looked at him.

"This person's death was very close to the time of the Demon Lord's death. My father suspects there's a connection."

"Why is the sect leader so obsessed with the Demon Lord's death and the search for the Demon Lord's successor?"

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

"What is it?"

"I can only tell you that it represents the ultimate, the essence of the spirit realm."

Runcha Mall, a milk tea shop.

Zhang Yuanqing, carrying large and small shopping bags, sat down, picked up a glass, and took a big sip of the iced milk tea, sighing in satisfaction.

He instantly felt alive again.

The most tiring part of shopping with his aunt wasn't physical, but the mental strain.

Fortunately, the attractive young ladies helped alleviate the fatigue. Zhang Yuanqing drank his milk tea and felt quite happy.

He confirmed that his strange illness had been effectively alleviated.

Not only had the frequency of attacks decreased, but it was also easier to trigger the old illness voluntarily. Most importantly, the symptoms of headaches and nosebleeds had lessened.

Perhaps in the future, he could freely control the state of his brain boiling, and he wouldn't need Wang Tai's help to write papers, hehe.

No, that's too unambitious. Zhang Yuanqing quickly expelled this tempting thought from his mind.

"Ah, this month's salary isn't enough." His aunt sighed.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her and said disdainfully, "When have you ever had enough money? You spend your grandparents' money."

His aunt was still an intern doctor with a very low salary, but she wasn't short of luxury items. Most of her expenses were covered by her grandparents.

His grandparents had substantial savings. His older sister had a successful career, and his older brother had married a wealthy wife, so they were all well-off. Therefore, the savings were left for the youngest daughter to "ruin."

Jiang Yubei pouted and said pitifully, "Yeah, yeah, who made Auntie so useless, unable to earn money and can only rely on my parents."

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

The official forum had two main functions: one was to release important announcements and information, and the other was to provide a platform for spirit realm travelers from different regions to exchange information and intelligence.

In Zhang Yuanqing's view, browsing the forum was a quick way to gain knowledge.

Soon, a post caught his attention:

#Night Wanderers are experiencing a large number of new A-level and S-level spirit realms, and there are "missing" phenomena among official Night Wanderers in various regions#

PS: Typos will be corrected later.