The next day, Zhang Yuanqing received a text from Guan Ya:
“Wang Qian’s identity has been verified, there are no issues. Since it was an accident, it doesn’t count as illegal spirit servant cultivation.”
“Okay.”
“You should go to the hospital, have Wang Qian fill out a ‘Spirit Realm Walker File’ and a letter of guarantee, then bring it back for filing, as this case is yours after all.”
“Okay.”
“Good boy. Here’s another piece of advice for you: You’ve been with the Official organization for a while now, it’s time to expand your network and channels. Ending Killing Sect is a quite influential civilian organization in Songhai, you could try to recruit Wang Qian as an informant; who knows, you might end up connecting with the Sect.”
“Good idea, that way, my future wife won’t have difficulties giving birth.”
“Ha ha, you’re so funny. Hmm, speaking of which, isn’t it almost time for your second entry into the spirit realm?”
“I hope it’s not S-level again.”
“It probably won’t be, but statistically speaking, it’s not impossible. Both the Decurion and I look forward to seeing how you perform in your second spirit realm experience.”
“Why?”
“Solo spirit realms test Talent, while multiplayer spirit realms are about honing ability. The dangers of an Instance may not be as great as those in solo realms, but there you’ll encounter other spirit realm walkers, which adds a lot of unpredictability. At that time, a person’s overall qualities are immediately apparent.”
Amidst the casual conversation, Zhang Yuanqing finished washing up and sat down at the dining table.
“Who are you chatting with, you little demon?” Jiang Yuer came over pouting.
“None of your business.” Zhang Yuanqing pressed her forehead and pushed her away.
Jiang Yuer started a playful fight out of annoyance, and Zhang Yuanqing didn’t shy away from the challenge, after which both were suppressed by their temperamental grandmother.
After breakfast, Zhang Yuanqing put on a cap and mask and took a taxi to Pingtai Hospital.
In the clinic’s office, Zhang Yuanqing saw the young doctor looking downcast and said with a smile:
“You seem to be in a bad mood.”
After a moment of silence, Wang Qian said somberly:
“He’s gone, I can’t sense him anymore.”
Poor guy! Zhang Yuanqing consoled him: “He was already doomed to die early, parting was only a matter of time.”
Wang Qian’s mood was low as he said:
“He was my sister’s first child, and my first nephew. To take better care of my sister, my mom quit her job. Long ago, she had already bought a stroller, pacifiers, clothes… Our whole family was waiting for his birth, preparing to welcome the next generation.”
“After the miscarriage, my sister was devastated, crying all day long, and my mom would also secretly cry, blaming herself, thinking she didn’t take good care of her daughter.
“This past half month, I’ve been afraid to sense him in the hospital. It would remind me of my own powerlessness and the pain of my family. Yet, I couldn’t help wanting to be close to him, to accompany him. He was so small; he must have been very lonely.”
Zhang Yuanqing didn’t offer more comfort, just quietly listened to the other person’s outpouring.
If you perform well in the future, I might let you see him again, on the condition that you agree to be my informant.
Once Wang Qian’s emotions stabilized, he said:
“Today I need you to do two things. First, fill out a form and a letter of guarantee. After that, you’ll be a recorded spirit realm walker, and the Official organization won’t interfere with you too much, as long as you don’t break the rules or use your abilities for evil.
“Second, are you interested in being my informant?”
“The first thing is no problem. As for the second,” Wang Qian scrutinized him, “I can’t just be anyone’s informant, and moreover, I need to report to my superiors and get their permission.”
The relationship between the Ending Killing Sect and the Official organization is fairly good, so he doesn’t mind being an informant for the officials. If it were the fierce and ruthless woman from yesterday, he would willingly comply.
But as for the young man before him, who seemed even younger than himself, Wang Qian was not convinced.
“That’s not a problem,” Zhang Yuanqing nodded.
“What’s your spirit realm ID? I need to know who you are,” Wang Qian asked.
Every time I report my ID, I’m afraid of getting hit. With a solemn and serious expression, Zhang Yuanqing pronounced each word clearly:
“Primordial Celestial Lord!”
“Primordial Celestial Lord? That’s a grand name, but I’ve never heard of it.”
Wang Qian shook his head, casually composing a text message to report this matter to his superior.
The Ending Killing Sect and the Official organization don’t interfere with each other’s waters, and their relationship is quite good. However, there is a distinction between officials and civilians, and the organization doesn’t want its members getting too close to the officials.
Therefore, it is impossible for the superior to agree.
Besides, if one were to interact with official members, it should be with a Captain or someone at the Director level. That young man was clearly a grassroots employee. If he were a well-known spirit realm walker, Wang Qian would have heard of him.
But the name “Primordial Celestial Lord” left no impression on Wang Qian, and he didn’t see the point of liaising with such an Official Walker.
Then, he focused on his work. After seeing a few patients, his phone rang, displaying: “Mad Sage of Passion.”
Wang Qian answered the call, and a deep male voice came through the speaker:
“Miracle Healer, you’re saying the person you’re liaising with is called Primordial Celestial Lord?”
Wang Qian’s ID was “Miracle Healer.”
“Yes, group leader,” Wang Qian said. “I didn’t agree to his request, and I declined subtly.”
At the same time, he found it odd. For such matters, a simple text message would suffice; why would the group leader need to call personally?
“There won’t be peace in Songhai for a while. We need to stay alert to the Official’s movements at all times. Agree to his request,” instructed the Mad Sage of Passion.
“Alright. I’ll respond to him,” Wang Qian replied gravely.
“And keep an eye on him, I mean Primordial Celestial Lord.”
“Ah? Why?” Wang Qian was taken aback. That was just the most ordinary Official Walker.
“I learned through a secret channel that recently a newcomer passed through Sheling Tunnel, breaking the record. And a few days ago, he killed a Level 3 Bewitching Demon.”
“Could it be…”
“His ID is called Primordial Celestial Lord.”
Primordial Celestial Lord flashed through Wang Qian’s mind, recalling the young man’s expression when reporting his own ID.
Respectful admiration!
The full moon hung high, and the desolate ancient temple stood silently in the moonlight.
A beauty dressed in an ancient silk dress stood proudly on the roof of the Main Hall, gazing at the full moon in the sky.
This beautiful woman had a delicate oval face, eyes like autumn water, eyebrows like distant mountains, and lips plump and sensual, exuding an indescribable brilliance amidst her cool demeanor.
“This isn’t the great Ming, who has drawn me into this mustard seed Sumeru after I fell into slumber?”
She furrowed her delicate brows, muttering to herself.
After pondering for a moment, she fixed her gaze on the full moon.
Two dazzling beams of golden light shot out from her beautiful eyes, colliding with the Lunar in the sky.
“Buzz”
The entire space began to tremble violently; the golden light hit an invisible barrier, scattering blinding golden sparks, casting this part of the world in a magnificent gilt color.
The two beams of golden light lasted for a half-quarter before slowly extinguishing.
Tears of crimson blood flowed from the eyes of the goddess of Sandao Mountain, sliding down her fair cheeks.
“Without retrieving my other half of yang essence, I cannot break free from this place.”
She raised her hand and gently wiped the blood from her cheeks, huffing coldly, “If I cannot return, then I shall cause a great commotion in this world.”
The goddess of Sandao Mountain swiftly formed hand seals, pinched her fingers like a sword, and suddenly pointed towards the heavens.
Hiss!
A terrifying sword qi surged from her fingertip, piercing into the dome of the sky and melting a collapsing hole into the heavens.
The goddess of Sandao Mountain turned into a beam of golden light and entered the rift in the sky.
In the Capital City, within a Quadrangle courtyard.
Beneath the locust tree, Elder Sun lay comfortably on a rocking chair, with Peking opera flowing from the radio on the tea table.
Suddenly, a golden Sun Mark emerged on his forehead, trembling intensely and emitting a scorching hot aura. A tremendous pressure was conveyed from the Sun Mark.
Elder Sun abruptly stood up, his face stern.
At that moment, a lofty and ethereal voice echoed in the depths of Elder Sun’s heart:
“The Night Wandering Deity class has experienced changes in the spirit realm. Notify the disciples everywhere that recent missions may encounter anomalies. Report immediately if discovered.”
“Yes, Sect Master.”
Mu Qiu is a Level 2 Night Wandering Deity of the Taiyi Sect. As a top-tier combat Class, without considering the use of Items, he could be on par with a Level 3 of other classes.
Hence, he is a Captain-level figure in the Flowing Sand District of Hang City.
“Captain, the Hang City Branch of the Five Elements Alliance has sent an email, please check it,” the assistant said, bringing over a laptop.
Mu Qiu glanced at the computer screen and replied indifferently, “Tell them to look for a Night Wandering Deity from another district.”
The email was a request for him to Inquire the soul. Recently, the Five Elements Alliance’s various Branches have been fervently arresting and interrogating wild spirit realm walkers, screening for potential the Fallen.
For the stubborn resisters, the strategy is to execute on the spot.
Among these executed wild spirit realm walkers, nine out of ten deserved death. Law-abiding wild spirit realm walkers who have a clear conscience do not resist contact with the Official organization.
They don’t join the Official organization simply because they do not wish to be constrained.
Only those with a past to hide fear being invited for a chat.
Mu Qiu’s refusal to Inquire the soul wasn’t out of fear for the aftereffects of soul-devouring; he is a man of principles, fulfilling the duties of his position. Since he has taken on this line of work, he should bear the corresponding responsibilities.
But not these days, because his Solo spirit realm Instance is about to open soon.
By clearing this Solo spirit realm Instance, he could advance to Level 3 and step into the ranks of the Peak of Supernatural Realm.
In the past few days, Mu Qiu has applied for a large number of Solo Spirit Realm instances to progress from level 2 to level 3. Although the Spirit Realm is constantly changing, there is a certain cycle to these changes, and the Taiyi Sect’s capability to summarize strategies outpaces these changes.
Therefore, the use of strategies is extremely beneficial and can significantly increase the success rate of passing through the instances.
Just then, Mu Qiu heard the familiar Spirit Realm notification sound:
“Ding, the Spirit Realm Map is opening. You will enter the Spirit Realm in three minutes. Your destination is ‘Night Wandering Deity — Minghu Town’, Number: 0128.”
“Difficulty Level: S”
“Type: Solo (Death Type)”
“Main Mission: Investigate the mysterious deaths among the townspeople.”
“Note: Non-Spirit Realm items cannot be brought in.”
“Introduction to Spirit Realm Number 0128: No one knows when it started, but the residents of the town have been dying one after another, and no one knows why. Some say it’s because the fishermen pulled a coffin out of the lake; some say it’s because of the cat’s head hanging from the locust tree at the village entrance; some say there’s a strange snake with a woman’s face appearing behind the mountains; some say it’s the widow at the edge of the village who mysteriously became pregnant.”
“Hush, don’t speak, don’t speak, they are coming.”
Mu Qiu’s face turned ashen, his eyes showing despair and confusion.
Since when did Minghu Town become an S-level mission?
The next day, Zhang Yuanqing received a text from Guan Ya:
“Wang Qian’s identity has been verified, there are no issues. Since it was an accident, it doesn’t count as illegal spirit servant cultivation.”
“Okay.”
“You should go to the hospital, have Wang Qian fill out a ‘Spirit Realm Walker File’ and a letter of guarantee, then bring it back for filing, as this case is yours after all.”
“Okay.”
“Good boy. Here’s another piece of advice for you: You’ve been with the Official organization for a while now, it’s time to expand your network and channels. Ending Killing Sect is a quite influential civilian organization in Songhai, you could try to recruit Wang Qian as an informant; who knows, you might end up connecting with the Sect.”
“Good idea, that way, my future wife won’t have difficulties giving birth.”
“Ha ha, you’re so funny. Hmm, speaking of which, isn’t it almost time for your second entry into the spirit realm?”
“I hope it’s not S-level again.”
“It probably won’t be, but statistically speaking, it’s not impossible. Both the Decurion and I look forward to seeing how you perform in your second spirit realm experience.”
“Why?”
“Solo spirit realms test Talent, while multiplayer spirit realms are about honing ability. The dangers of an Instance may not be as great as those in solo realms, but there you’ll encounter other spirit realm walkers, which adds a lot of unpredictability. At that time, a person’s overall qualities are immediately apparent.”
Amidst the casual conversation, Zhang Yuanqing finished washing up and sat down at the dining table.
“Who are you chatting with, you little demon?” Jiang Yuer came over pouting.
“None of your business.” Zhang Yuanqing pressed her forehead and pushed her away.
Jiang Yuer started a playful fight out of annoyance, and Zhang Yuanqing didn’t shy away from the challenge, after which both were suppressed by their temperamental grandmother.
After breakfast, Zhang Yuanqing put on a cap and mask and took a taxi to Pingtai Hospital.
In the clinic’s office, Zhang Yuanqing saw the young doctor looking downcast and said with a smile:
“You seem to be in a bad mood.”
After a moment of silence, Wang Qian said somberly:
“He’s gone, I can’t sense him anymore.”
Poor guy! Zhang Yuanqing consoled him: “He was already doomed to die early, parting was only a matter of time.”
Wang Qian’s mood was low as he said:
“He was my sister’s first child, and my first nephew. To take better care of my sister, my mom quit her job. Long ago, she had already bought a stroller, pacifiers, clothes… Our whole family was waiting for his birth, preparing to welcome the next generation.”
“After the miscarriage, my sister was devastated, crying all day long, and my mom would also secretly cry, blaming herself, thinking she didn’t take good care of her daughter.
“This past half month, I’ve been afraid to sense him in the hospital. It would remind me of my own powerlessness and the pain of my family. Yet, I couldn’t help wanting to be close to him, to accompany him. He was so small; he must have been very lonely.”
Zhang Yuanqing didn’t offer more comfort, just quietly listened to the other person’s outpouring.
If you perform well in the future, I might let you see him again, on the condition that you agree to be my informant.
Once Wang Qian’s emotions stabilized, he said:
“Today I need you to do two things. First, fill out a form and a letter of guarantee. After that, you’ll be a recorded spirit realm walker, and the Official organization won’t interfere with you too much, as long as you don’t break the rules or use your abilities for evil.
“Second, are you interested in being my informant?”
“The first thing is no problem. As for the second,” Wang Qian scrutinized him, “I can’t just be anyone’s informant, and moreover, I need to report to my superiors and get their permission.”
The relationship between the Ending Killing Sect and the Official organization is fairly good, so he doesn’t mind being an informant for the officials. If it were the fierce and ruthless woman from yesterday, he would willingly comply.
But as for the young man before him, who seemed even younger than himself, Wang Qian was not convinced.
“That’s not a problem,” Zhang Yuanqing nodded.
“What’s your spirit realm ID? I need to know who you are,” Wang Qian asked.
Every time I report my ID, I’m afraid of getting hit. With a solemn and serious expression, Zhang Yuanqing pronounced each word clearly:
“Primordial Celestial Lord!”
“Primordial Celestial Lord? That’s a grand name, but I’ve never heard of it.”
Wang Qian shook his head, casually composing a text message to report this matter to his superior.
The Ending Killing Sect and the Official organization don’t interfere with each other’s waters, and their relationship is quite good. However, there is a distinction between officials and civilians, and the organization doesn’t want its members getting too close to the officials.
Therefore, it is impossible for the superior to agree.
Besides, if one were to interact with official members, it should be with a Captain or someone at the Director level. That young man was clearly a grassroots employee. If he were a well-known spirit realm walker, Wang Qian would have heard of him.
But the name “Primordial Celestial Lord” left no impression on Wang Qian, and he didn’t see the point of liaising with such an Official Walker.
Then, he focused on his work. After seeing a few patients, his phone rang, displaying: “Mad Sage of Passion.”
Wang Qian answered the call, and a deep male voice came through the speaker:
“Miracle Healer, you’re saying the person you’re liaising with is called Primordial Celestial Lord?”
Wang Qian’s ID was “Miracle Healer.”
“Yes, group leader,” Wang Qian said. “I didn’t agree to his request, and I declined subtly.”
At the same time, he found it odd. For such matters, a simple text message would suffice; why would the group leader need to call personally?
“There won’t be peace in Songhai for a while. We need to stay alert to the Official’s movements at all times. Agree to his request,” instructed the Mad Sage of Passion.
“Alright. I’ll respond to him,” Wang Qian replied gravely.
“And keep an eye on him, I mean Primordial Celestial Lord.”
“Ah? Why?” Wang Qian was taken aback. That was just the most ordinary Official Walker.
“I learned through a secret channel that recently a newcomer passed through Sheling Tunnel, breaking the record. And a few days ago, he killed a Level 3 Bewitching Demon.”
“Could it be…”
“His ID is called Primordial Celestial Lord.”
Primordial Celestial Lord flashed through Wang Qian’s mind, recalling the young man’s expression when reporting his own ID.
Respectful admiration!
The full moon hung high, and the desolate ancient temple stood silently in the moonlight.
A beauty dressed in an ancient silk dress stood proudly on the roof of the Main Hall, gazing at the full moon in the sky.
This beautiful woman had a delicate oval face, eyes like autumn water, eyebrows like distant mountains, and lips plump and sensual, exuding an indescribable brilliance amidst her cool demeanor.
“This isn’t the great Ming, who has drawn me into this mustard seed Sumeru after I fell into slumber?”
She furrowed her delicate brows, muttering to herself.
After pondering for a moment, she fixed her gaze on the full moon.
Two dazzling beams of golden light shot out from her beautiful eyes, colliding with the Lunar in the sky.
“Buzz”
The entire space began to tremble violently; the golden light hit an invisible barrier, scattering blinding golden sparks, casting this part of the world in a magnificent gilt color.
The two beams of golden light lasted for a half-quarter before slowly extinguishing.
Tears of crimson blood flowed from the eyes of the goddess of Sandao Mountain, sliding down her fair cheeks.
“Without retrieving my other half of yang essence, I cannot break free from this place.”
She raised her hand and gently wiped the blood from her cheeks, huffing coldly, “If I cannot return, then I shall cause a great commotion in this world.”
The goddess of Sandao Mountain swiftly formed hand seals, pinched her fingers like a sword, and suddenly pointed towards the heavens.
Hiss!
A terrifying sword qi surged from her fingertip, piercing into the dome of the sky and melting a collapsing hole into the heavens.
The goddess of Sandao Mountain turned into a beam of golden light and entered the rift in the sky.
In the Capital City, within a Quadrangle courtyard.
Beneath the locust tree, Elder Sun lay comfortably on a rocking chair, with Peking opera flowing from the radio on the tea table.
Suddenly, a golden Sun Mark emerged on his forehead, trembling intensely and emitting a scorching hot aura. A tremendous pressure was conveyed from the Sun Mark.
Elder Sun abruptly stood up, his face stern.
At that moment, a lofty and ethereal voice echoed in the depths of Elder Sun’s heart:
“The Night Wandering Deity class has experienced changes in the spirit realm. Notify the disciples everywhere that recent missions may encounter anomalies. Report immediately if discovered.”
“Yes, Sect Master.”
Mu Qiu is a Level 2 Night Wandering Deity of the Taiyi Sect. As a top-tier combat Class, without considering the use of Items, he could be on par with a Level 3 of other classes.
Hence, he is a Captain-level figure in the Flowing Sand District of Hang City.
“Captain, the Hang City Branch of the Five Elements Alliance has sent an email, please check it,” the assistant said, bringing over a laptop.
Mu Qiu glanced at the computer screen and replied indifferently, “Tell them to look for a Night Wandering Deity from another district.”
The email was a request for him to Inquire the soul. Recently, the Five Elements Alliance’s various Branches have been fervently arresting and interrogating wild spirit realm walkers, screening for potential the Fallen.
For the stubborn resisters, the strategy is to execute on the spot.
Among these executed wild spirit realm walkers, nine out of ten deserved death. Law-abiding wild spirit realm walkers who have a clear conscience do not resist contact with the Official organization.
They don’t join the Official organization simply because they do not wish to be constrained.
Only those with a past to hide fear being invited for a chat.
Mu Qiu’s refusal to Inquire the soul wasn’t out of fear for the aftereffects of soul-devouring; he is a man of principles, fulfilling the duties of his position. Since he has taken on this line of work, he should bear the corresponding responsibilities.
But not these days, because his Solo spirit realm Instance is about to open soon.
By clearing this Solo spirit realm Instance, he could advance to Level 3 and step into the ranks of the Peak of Supernatural Realm.
In the past few days, Mu Qiu has applied for a large number of Solo Spirit Realm instances to progress from level 2 to level 3. Although the Spirit Realm is constantly changing, there is a certain cycle to these changes, and the Taiyi Sect’s capability to summarize strategies outpaces these changes.
Therefore, the use of strategies is extremely beneficial and can significantly increase the success rate of passing through the instances.
Just then, Mu Qiu heard the familiar Spirit Realm notification sound:
“Ding, the Spirit Realm Map is opening. You will enter the Spirit Realm in three minutes. Your destination is ‘Night Wandering Deity — Minghu Town’, Number: 0128.”
“Difficulty Level: S”
“Type: Solo (Death Type)”
“Main Mission: Investigate the mysterious deaths among the townspeople.”
“Note: Non-Spirit Realm items cannot be brought in.”
“Introduction to Spirit Realm Number 0128: No one knows when it started, but the residents of the town have been dying one after another, and no one knows why. Some say it’s because the fishermen pulled a coffin out of the lake; some say it’s because of the cat’s head hanging from the locust tree at the village entrance; some say there’s a strange snake with a woman’s face appearing behind the mountains; some say it’s the widow at the edge of the village who mysteriously became pregnant.”
“Hush, don’t speak, don’t speak, they are coming.”
Mu Qiu’s face turned ashen, his eyes showing despair and confusion.
Since when did Minghu Town become an S-level mission?
