It was 11 a.m. on a Saturday when Zhang Yuanqing yawned himself awake, bleary-eyed. Ever since he became a Night Wandering Deity, he couldn’t sleep at night, spending the hours gaming until dawn. By day, he was drained, constantly battling drowsiness.
Two days had passed since that night when they Inquired the soul, and Li Dongze and Guan Ya had been frequently out, participating in the search for the Black Guards of Impermanence and their subordinates.
Zhang Yuanqing’s combat training had been put on hold because of this.
Originally, according to Li Dongze’s plan, Guan Ya was next in line to provide combat training for him. With the physical qualities of a Night Wandering Deity, mastering the basics of combat in a short time was not difficult.
However, due to the incidents with the Grail and the Register, the training had to be postponed since the Second Team was short-staffed.
Zhang Yuanqing had once asked Li Dongze about the teammates who had never shown up, but the Decurion’s expression turned unnatural, as if he was hiding something.
Being understanding, the Primordial Celestial Lord did not press further.
Additionally, Wang Qian from the Ending Killing Sect had unexpectedly agreed to become his informant, showing an admirable level of enlightenment.
After the Ou Xiangrong incident, Songhai University’s administration tightened up, forbidding on-campus students from going out at night, so the planned social events were also put on hold.
After a quick wash, Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room as his grandmother had not yet finished cooking lunch. He started to play with the Infant Spirit.
At this moment, he was arranging the Catching objects ceremony for the little goof. After exceeding 50% experience, the purity and density of the Lunar Power had increased, and he noticed that the Infant Spirit’s intelligence had slightly improved under the nourishment of Lunar Power.
Zhang Yuanqing placed textbooks around the round and cute Infant Spirit: math on the left, Chinese on the right, English and physics in front and back.
“You can’t fall behind, my little master is so talented and knowledgeable. Pick one,” he said to the Infant Spirit.
The little goof, with its shiny black eyes, tilted its head and pondered for a while, finally grasping Zhang Yuanqing’s intention. It then quickly moved its limbs and crawled toward the physics textbook.
“Oh, what a promising child,” Zhang Yuanqing said with a burgeoning smile.
However, he saw the little guy pass over the physics textbook and embrace the PS5 console instead. Unable to touch the physical object, it tumbled down with a thud.
“You worthless thing, you’re nothing like me!” Zhang Yuanqing scolded in annoyance.
“When I was your age, I could write poetry in seven steps.”
Sighing in disappointment, he thought about improving the Infant Spirit’s intelligence and nurturing its talents. That would require mastering the Night Wandering Deity’s Skill of raising ghosts.
That meant he needed to level up.
It was almost time for the second spirit realm mission.
After lunch, Zhang Yuanqing walked into his bedroom and poured some warm water into a teacup. He 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. I’ve already delayed it by two days.”
Muttering to himself, he tipped the bottle and poured a few pills into his palm.
Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing’s expression froze.
Right, I’ve delayed it by two days. Why hasn’t my Old Illness recurred?
My condition has been worsening, and the frequency of episodes should have been increasing, not delayed.
Could it be because I became a Night Wandering Deity, and my physical condition has changed?
“Now that I think about it, I haven’t had an episode since I became a Night Wandering Deity. Could it be cured?” He was overjoyed but uncertain, so he decided to test it out.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yuanqing closed his eyes and visualized his father’s blurry face in his mind.
Time passed, and suddenly his heart pounded, his brain buzzing with activity as a cacophony of noises and broken images flooded into his consciousness.
But in the next moment, the noise became orderly, and the images were no longer fragmented.
It wasn’t that the sounds and images had become 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 of “Pancake Fruit.”
His aunt was watching a TV drama in the bedroom, occasionally complaining, “Too loud, lower the volume.”
The sound of his grandmother washing dishes came from the kitchen.
The bed downstairs was creaking, and from the collision sounds, Zhang Yuanqing could proudly assert that the lady of the house was laying face down.
His brain continued to process information.
“Guan Ya always has an indescribable confidence about her, and the Decurion seems quite polite to her, unlike how he treats me and Wang Tai. When I mentioned those team members, the Decurion’s face showed embarrassment and helplessness. Musician Wang Qian’s attitude change is problematic; he was disdainful towards me yesterday.”
“Little goof feels a special closeness to Jiang Yuer.”
Just then, the bedroom door suddenly opened, shattering Zhang Yuanqing’s profound state.
“Let’s go, accompany me to the mall,” Jiang Yuer said sweetly.
Her outfit for the day was a knee-length pleated skirt, white shoes, and a light blue loose blouse. Her sweet and cute appearance made her look very Mori and obedient.
Jiang Yuer’s popularity in the matchmaking market was largely due to this obedient appearance.
Confident men think a beautiful and docile woman is easy to control, while insecure men feel less pressure interacting with such a beauty.
Zhang Yuanqing stared at Jiang Yuer, stunned, as two streams of warm blood suddenly sprayed from his nose.
Songhai Airport.
In the underground parking garage, Fu Qingyang sat in a business car, frowning as he dialed his assistant’s phone.
After the call connected, he asked in a low voice:
“Why haven’t they come out yet?”
He was there to pick someone up. The flight had landed an hour ago, but the assistant hadn’t brought the person out yet.
Centurion Fu’s time was valuable; how could it be wasted on such trivialities?
“Centurion, he…” the assistant whispered, “he’s hooked up with a beauty and refuses to leave the airport, claiming they want to exchange feelings.”
A vein on Fu Qingyang’s forehead throbbed as he said:
“Tell him whether he comes out on his own or if I go in and drag him out.”
The assistant on the other end acknowledged and then hung up.
Minutes later, the assistant led a young man into the underground parking garage, walking towards the business car.
The young man wore beige loose trousers and a light blue blouse, his clothes fluttering elegantly as he walked, his features handsome and his eyes half-closed with a smile, exuding a bone-deep laziness.
Affable, lazy, harmless – that was the impression the young man gave.
Fu Qingyang said coldly, “True to your reputation as a Playboy, women throw themselves at you wherever you go.”
This peer of his, known equally as a Playboy, lived up to his name, a true Playboy indeed. His father was the Sect Master of the Taiyi Sect, hailing from a prominent family background, and with his remarkable talent, he was surrounded by countless admirers.
It wasn’t merely his fondness for the ladies that placed him on par with Fu Qingyang; he was playfully called a Playboy because he truly understood women and had a good reputation among them.
In the face of ridicule, Ling Jun squinted his eyes and smiled slightly, “Don’t speak so crudely. A beauty is a work of art, to be savored and understood gradually, in order to uncover their true charm. This is elegance.”
Fu Qingyang frowned, “Because of your ‘elegance’, I’ve wasted an hour and delayed important matters.”
“Brother Qingyang, life isn’t just about career, there are also many beautiful things worth discovering,” Ling Jun said with a smile, his eyes half-closed: “I’m already aware of the Sinister Eye Judge situation, and I will assist you fully. Father takes the death of the Sinister Eye Judge very seriously.”
“Why?” asked Fu Qingyang, looking at him.
“The timing of this person’s death is very close to that of the Demon Lord, and father suspects there is a connection.”
“Why is the Sect Master so fixated on the death of the Demon Lord, obsessed with finding the Successor of the Demon Lord?”
“Because before the Demon Lord died, he left something very important in a Character Card.”
“What is it?”
“I can only tell you that it represents the ultimate, the essence of the spirit realm.”
Runfa Mall, Milk Tea Shop.
Zhang Yuanqing, carrying shopping bags big and small, took a seat and grabbed a glass of milk tea, with ice cubes floating on top. He took a big sip and let out a satisfied sigh, feeling invigorated.
The most exhausting part of shopping with his aunt wasn’t physical, but the mental ordeal.
Fortunately, the pretty figures of the young ladies were a pleasant diversion, and as Zhang Yuanqing sipped his milk tea, his mood was quite good.
He had confirmed something: his Old Illness had been effectively relieved.
Not only had the frequency of the episodes decreased, but he could also trigger them more actively when desired. Most importantly, the symptoms like headaches and nosebleeds after an episode had lessened.
Perhaps in the future, he could freely control his brain’s boiling state, and then he wouldn’t need Wang Tai’s help to write papers, hehe.
No, that’s too undignified. Zhang Yuanqing quickly banished this tempting thought from his mind.
“Sigh, my salary for this month isn’t enough,” Jiang Yuer lamented.
Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her with disdain, “When has your salary ever been enough? You’ve always been spending grandfather and grandmother’s money.”
Jiang Yuer, still an intern doctor, earned a meager salary, but she was never short of luxury goods, most of her expenses were covered by her grandparents.
Her grandparents had a considerable savings, her older sister was successful in her career, and her older brother had married into wealth; none of them were short of money, so the savings could only be left to the youngest daughter to squander.
Jiang Yuer pouted, putting on a pitiful look, “Exactly, who told aunt to be so useless, unable to earn money, and can only rely fully on her parents.”
As they chatted idly, Zhang Yuanqing took out his phone and habitually logged into the Official Forum to check for any interesting posts.
The Official Forum served two main functions: one was for the officials to release important announcements and information; the other was for spirit realm walkers from different areas to exchange and share information and intelligence.
In Zhang Yuanqing’s view, browsing the forum was a way to quickly gain knowledge.
Soon, a post caught his attention:
#A large number of new A-level and S-level spirit realms have appeared in the Night Wandering Deity Class, and official Night Wandering Deities from various locations have gone “missing”#
It was 11 a.m. on a Saturday when Zhang Yuanqing yawned himself awake, bleary-eyed. Ever since he became a Night Wandering Deity, he couldn’t sleep at night, spending the hours gaming until dawn. By day, he was drained, constantly battling drowsiness.
Two days had passed since that night when they Inquired the soul, and Li Dongze and Guan Ya had been frequently out, participating in the search for the Black Guards of Impermanence and their subordinates.
Zhang Yuanqing’s combat training had been put on hold because of this.
Originally, according to Li Dongze’s plan, Guan Ya was next in line to provide combat training for him. With the physical qualities of a Night Wandering Deity, mastering the basics of combat in a short time was not difficult.
However, due to the incidents with the Grail and the Register, the training had to be postponed since the Second Team was short-staffed.
Zhang Yuanqing had once asked Li Dongze about the teammates who had never shown up, but the Decurion’s expression turned unnatural, as if he was hiding something.
Being understanding, the Primordial Celestial Lord did not press further.
Additionally, Wang Qian from the Ending Killing Sect had unexpectedly agreed to become his informant, showing an admirable level of enlightenment.
After the Ou Xiangrong incident, Songhai University’s administration tightened up, forbidding on-campus students from going out at night, so the planned social events were also put on hold.
After a quick wash, Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room as his grandmother had not yet finished cooking lunch. He started to play with the Infant Spirit.
At this moment, he was arranging the Catching objects ceremony for the little goof. After exceeding 50% experience, the purity and density of the Lunar Power had increased, and he noticed that the Infant Spirit’s intelligence had slightly improved under the nourishment of Lunar Power.
Zhang Yuanqing placed textbooks around the round and cute Infant Spirit: math on the left, Chinese on the right, English and physics in front and back.
“You can’t fall behind, my little master is so talented and knowledgeable. Pick one,” he said to the Infant Spirit.
The little goof, with its shiny black eyes, tilted its head and pondered for a while, finally grasping Zhang Yuanqing’s intention. It then quickly moved its limbs and crawled toward the physics textbook.
“Oh, what a promising child,” Zhang Yuanqing said with a burgeoning smile.
However, he saw the little guy pass over the physics textbook and embrace the PS5 console instead. Unable to touch the physical object, it tumbled down with a thud.
“You worthless thing, you’re nothing like me!” Zhang Yuanqing scolded in annoyance.
“When I was your age, I could write poetry in seven steps.”
Sighing in disappointment, he thought about improving the Infant Spirit’s intelligence and nurturing its talents. That would require mastering the Night Wandering Deity’s Skill of raising ghosts.
That meant he needed to level up.
It was almost time for the second spirit realm mission.
After lunch, Zhang Yuanqing walked into his bedroom and poured some warm water into a teacup. He 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. I’ve already delayed it by two days.”
Muttering to himself, he tipped the bottle and poured a few pills into his palm.
Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing’s expression froze.
Right, I’ve delayed it by two days. Why hasn’t my Old Illness recurred?
My condition has been worsening, and the frequency of episodes should have been increasing, not delayed.
Could it be because I became a Night Wandering Deity, and my physical condition has changed?
“Now that I think about it, I haven’t had an episode since I became a Night Wandering Deity. Could it be cured?” He was overjoyed but uncertain, so he decided to test it out.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yuanqing closed his eyes and visualized his father’s blurry face in his mind.
Time passed, and suddenly his heart pounded, his brain buzzing with activity as a cacophony of noises and broken images flooded into his consciousness.
But in the next moment, the noise became orderly, and the images were no longer fragmented.
It wasn’t that the sounds and images had become 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 of “Pancake Fruit.”
His aunt was watching a TV drama in the bedroom, occasionally complaining, “Too loud, lower the volume.”
The sound of his grandmother washing dishes came from the kitchen.
The bed downstairs was creaking, and from the collision sounds, Zhang Yuanqing could proudly assert that the lady of the house was laying face down.
His brain continued to process information.
“Guan Ya always has an indescribable confidence about her, and the Decurion seems quite polite to her, unlike how he treats me and Wang Tai. When I mentioned those team members, the Decurion’s face showed embarrassment and helplessness. Musician Wang Qian’s attitude change is problematic; he was disdainful towards me yesterday.”
“Little goof feels a special closeness to Jiang Yuer.”
Just then, the bedroom door suddenly opened, shattering Zhang Yuanqing’s profound state.
“Let’s go, accompany me to the mall,” Jiang Yuer said sweetly.
Her outfit for the day was a knee-length pleated skirt, white shoes, and a light blue loose blouse. Her sweet and cute appearance made her look very Mori and obedient.
Jiang Yuer’s popularity in the matchmaking market was largely due to this obedient appearance.
Confident men think a beautiful and docile woman is easy to control, while insecure men feel less pressure interacting with such a beauty.
Zhang Yuanqing stared at Jiang Yuer, stunned, as two streams of warm blood suddenly sprayed from his nose.
Songhai Airport.
In the underground parking garage, Fu Qingyang sat in a business car, frowning as he dialed his assistant’s phone.
After the call connected, he asked in a low voice:
“Why haven’t they come out yet?”
He was there to pick someone up. The flight had landed an hour ago, but the assistant hadn’t brought the person out yet.
Centurion Fu’s time was valuable; how could it be wasted on such trivialities?
“Centurion, he…” the assistant whispered, “he’s hooked up with a beauty and refuses to leave the airport, claiming they want to exchange feelings.”
A vein on Fu Qingyang’s forehead throbbed as he said:
“Tell him whether he comes out on his own or if I go in and drag him out.”
The assistant on the other end acknowledged and then hung up.
Minutes later, the assistant led a young man into the underground parking garage, walking towards the business car.
The young man wore beige loose trousers and a light blue blouse, his clothes fluttering elegantly as he walked, his features handsome and his eyes half-closed with a smile, exuding a bone-deep laziness.
Affable, lazy, harmless – that was the impression the young man gave.
Fu Qingyang said coldly, “True to your reputation as a Playboy, women throw themselves at you wherever you go.”
This peer of his, known equally as a Playboy, lived up to his name, a true Playboy indeed. His father was the Sect Master of the Taiyi Sect, hailing from a prominent family background, and with his remarkable talent, he was surrounded by countless admirers.
It wasn’t merely his fondness for the ladies that placed him on par with Fu Qingyang; he was playfully called a Playboy because he truly understood women and had a good reputation among them.
In the face of ridicule, Ling Jun squinted his eyes and smiled slightly, “Don’t speak so crudely. A beauty is a work of art, to be savored and understood gradually, in order to uncover their true charm. This is elegance.”
Fu Qingyang frowned, “Because of your ‘elegance’, I’ve wasted an hour and delayed important matters.”
“Brother Qingyang, life isn’t just about career, there are also many beautiful things worth discovering,” Ling Jun said with a smile, his eyes half-closed: “I’m already aware of the Sinister Eye Judge situation, and I will assist you fully. Father takes the death of the Sinister Eye Judge very seriously.”
“Why?” asked Fu Qingyang, looking at him.
“The timing of this person’s death is very close to that of the Demon Lord, and father suspects there is a connection.”
“Why is the Sect Master so fixated on the death of the Demon Lord, obsessed with finding the Successor of the Demon Lord?”
“Because before the Demon Lord died, he left something very important in a Character Card.”
“What is it?”
“I can only tell you that it represents the ultimate, the essence of the spirit realm.”
Runfa Mall, Milk Tea Shop.
Zhang Yuanqing, carrying shopping bags big and small, took a seat and grabbed a glass of milk tea, with ice cubes floating on top. He took a big sip and let out a satisfied sigh, feeling invigorated.
The most exhausting part of shopping with his aunt wasn’t physical, but the mental ordeal.
Fortunately, the pretty figures of the young ladies were a pleasant diversion, and as Zhang Yuanqing sipped his milk tea, his mood was quite good.
He had confirmed something: his Old Illness had been effectively relieved.
Not only had the frequency of the episodes decreased, but he could also trigger them more actively when desired. Most importantly, the symptoms like headaches and nosebleeds after an episode had lessened.
Perhaps in the future, he could freely control his brain’s boiling state, and then he wouldn’t need Wang Tai’s help to write papers, hehe.
No, that’s too undignified. Zhang Yuanqing quickly banished this tempting thought from his mind.
“Sigh, my salary for this month isn’t enough,” Jiang Yuer lamented.
Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her with disdain, “When has your salary ever been enough? You’ve always been spending grandfather and grandmother’s money.”
Jiang Yuer, still an intern doctor, earned a meager salary, but she was never short of luxury goods, most of her expenses were covered by her grandparents.
Her grandparents had a considerable savings, her older sister was successful in her career, and her older brother had married into wealth; none of them were short of money, so the savings could only be left to the youngest daughter to squander.
Jiang Yuer pouted, putting on a pitiful look, “Exactly, who told aunt to be so useless, unable to earn money, and can only rely fully on her parents.”
As they chatted idly, Zhang Yuanqing took out his phone and habitually logged into the Official Forum to check for any interesting posts.
The Official Forum served two main functions: one was for the officials to release important announcements and information; the other was for spirit realm walkers from different areas to exchange and share information and intelligence.
In Zhang Yuanqing’s view, browsing the forum was a way to quickly gain knowledge.
Soon, a post caught his attention:
#A large number of new A-level and S-level spirit realms have appeared in the Night Wandering Deity Class, and official Night Wandering Deities from various locations have gone “missing”#
