The Watched Wanderer

After a drowsy train ride, Master Yun finally arrived at his stop. He stretched his aching back, stood up, and looked at Tang Wulin in the back seat.

"Wulin, what are some good places to eat in Skysea City?"

"How about... we try some seafood?"

Before Tang Wulin could finish speaking, his gaze suddenly shifted and landed behind Yun Jingheng, his expression becoming subtle.

Before Yun Jingheng could react, he felt a Bingbing gaze pierce him from behind, like a needle gently but firmly pricking the back of his head.

He slowly turned his head.

Ye Xinglan had stood up at some point, holding a wad of tissues in her hand, wiping her right shoulder with a blank expression.

There, on the shoulder of the garment, was a small, barely noticeable dark water stain, which stood out starkly against the light-colored coat.

Yun Jingheng:...

"Jing Heng, sit with me next time, and I'll let you lean on me," Xu Xiaoyan's voice interrupted.

Tang Wulin's expression changed from subtle to fascinating, and he opened his mouth slightly.

Wow~

Xu Xiaoyan leaned halfway out of her seat, placed her hands on the back of the seat in front of her, smiled innocently, and her eyes sparkled like two stars.

She tilted her head to look at the water stains on Ye Xinglan's shoulder, then looked at Yun Jingheng, her tone light and cheerful.

"My shoulders are quite flexible, so it will definitely be comfortable to lean on."

Cai Yue'er stood up. "Old Zhuo, shall we get off the bus first?"

Zhuo Shi, who was watching the scene unfold, was taken aback. "Huh? Okay, okay, haha, let's get off the bus first."

Wu Zhangkong silently picked up the water cup left by his master and followed him out.

I'm hungry.

"I'll go buy you some food." ×3

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Yuan En, Wu Siduo were all taken aback.

After watching the three women rush off the bus...

Yuan En said to Yun Jingheng, speechless, "You're quite popular with girls."

Yun Jingheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then felt that whatever he said would be wrong.

Saying "no" is wrong. Everyone saw what just happened. Ye Xinglan's shoulder still had the warmth of water stains, and Xu Xiaoyan "her shoulder was very soft" still echoed in the air.

Saying "thank you" is just plain stupid, isn't it?

So he chose to remain silent.

Silence reigns in Skysea City tonight.

Tang Wulin, true to his word, patted him on the shoulder, trying to steer the conversation back on track. "Well... being popular with girls is a skill, isn't it? Come on, let's eat first."

He was about to walk towards the car door when he spoke, but his pace was noticeably faster than usual, as if he was afraid that if he stayed any longer he would be caught up in some strange storm.

Outside the car door, the bustling atmosphere of Skysea City was immediately apparent.

Although the excitement came from the crowd of people who had just gotten off the bus.

On the platform, Zhuo Shi and Cai Yue'er were discussing whether to go to the hotel or have dinner first. Wu Zhangkong stood to the side, holding a water glass, his gaze seemingly fixed on the distance, yet also seemingly not seeing anything at all.

The three women were already standing in a row, their spacing so subtle it seemed precisely calculated, neither too close nor too distant.

"Which way?" Ye Xinglan asked, her gaze fixed on Tang Wulin, who had just gotten out of the car.

"Two streets to the east of the station exit."

Tang Wulin immediately switched to tour guide mode, pointing in the correct direction with a professional tone as if he had memorized the map three times.

Xu Xiaoyan didn't look at Tang Wulin, but turned to see if Yun Jingheng had come down yet.

Seeing him carrying it out of the car, she naturally stepped aside, making room for him.

"Jing Heng, over here."

Yun Jingheng paused slightly.

He looked at the spot; it was right between Ye Xinglan and Xu Xiaoyan.

Normally, he would probably walk past without a expression, but not today.

His saliva was still on someone's shoulder today.

So he chose the safest way: he walked to Tang Wulin's side.

"Lead the way."

"Alright!" Tang Wulin stepped forward without hesitation.

Cai Yue'er, who was having a heated discussion with Zhuo Shi, called out to Yun Jingheng, "Hey! Where are you guys going?!"

"I'm hungry! Time to find some food!"

Yun Jingheng responded without turning his head, taking large, quick steps, while Tang Wulin beside him had an even more determined look in his eyes!

Cai Yue'er's voice came from behind. "These kids, they run really fast!"

Zhuo Shi chuckled and said, "Young people are bound to be hungry. Let's keep up and not get separated."

Wu Zhangkong didn't say anything, but silently held his water glass and followed at the back of the group at a leisurely pace.

The streets of Skysea City are much more bustling than those of Shrek City.

The street is lined with all sorts of shops, selling dried seafood, seashell handicrafts, and freshly grilled squid. The smoke and aromas mingled together, making the whole street steamy and hot.

The sounds of vendors hawking their wares rose and fell, mingling with the distant whistles of ships at the harbor, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Yun Jingheng and Tang Wulin walked in perfect unison, one on the left and one on the right, as if they were announcing to the world in this way.

We were just hungry; we just wanted to eat. We didn't care about anything else.

Xie Xie chased after them, panting, "You two, slow down! It's not like you've never eaten before!"

Nobody paid him any attention.

The streets of Skysea City were bustling with people. It was the liveliest time of the afternoon, with locals and tourists mingling together, filling the entire street to capacity.

As Yun Jingheng walked, he quickly scanned the shops on both sides, not looking at food, but searching for a bank.

I always felt uneasy carrying that black card in my pocket unless I linked it to my personal soul communication number.

Yun Ming said "the number isn't much," but based on his understanding of his father, this "not much" was likely not what most people would understand.

He paused as he passed an intersection.

"I'll go to the bank first."

Tang Wulin also stopped. "Waiting for you?"

"No need, you go first, I'll catch up right away."

As he spoke, Yun Jingheng walked across the street.

Xie Xie opened his mouth as if to say something, but Tang Wulin tugged at his arm. "Come on, let's go get some seats."

The group split up at the intersection. Tang Wulin led the rest of the group eastward, while Yun Jingheng walked alone through the crowd toward a fairly reputable Federation Bank branch on the street corner.

He didn't notice that the moment he turned around, two pairs of eyes in the crowd remained fixed on him, never looking away.

It was a person wearing a dark gray cloak, with the hood pulled low, revealing only the lower half of their face.

Judging from his appearance, he was not very old, but he was surrounded by an aura that was unusually calm and almost eerie, which was inconsistent with his age.

He stood under the awning of a dry goods store, holding nothing in his hands, his posture relaxed and casual, like any passerby idly waiting for a friend.

But his eyes were different—those eyes gleamed with a strange light in the shadow of his hood, something purer and more intense.

fanaticism.

Absolute, unadulterated fanaticism.

His lips moved slightly, uttering a sound only he could hear, "... Found it. Finally found it."

Yun Jingheng did not turn around.

He pushed open the door and walked into the bank. A blast of cold air hit him, shutting out the noise of the street and the fishy smell of seafood.

The branch wasn't big, but there weren't many people there at this time. Two windows were open, one was being used for transactions, and the other was empty.

He walked to the empty viewing window and handed the black card in.

The teller paused slightly when she took the card.

This card, entirely black with gold trim, is not an ordinary savings card; it is the highest-level Black Gold Card in the Federation Bank's internal system, with no more than three figures holding it across the entire continent.

The teller subconsciously glanced up at Yun Jingheng. The boy in front of her looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a low-key manner, and didn't seem like the holder of this kind of card at all.

But she didn't ask any further questions, and accepted the card with both hands, her movements more respectful than before.

What service do you need?

"Link it to my personal soul communication number."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The teller inserted the card into the card reader, performed a few operations, and then looked up with a somewhat unnatural expression. "Sir, do you know the initial credit limit for this card?"

"I don't know," Yun Jingheng replied honestly.

The teller hesitated for a moment, then turned the screen slightly toward him, not reading out the numbers, but gesturing with her eyes for him to see for himself.

Yun Jingheng lowered his head.

The number displayed on the screen was clear: 100,000,000.00.

One hundred million Federal Coin.

Yun Jingheng's brow twitched.

That's "not much" for you!

"Sir, please show your identification and soul communication account."

The teller's voice wasn't loud, but the nervousness in her tone was unmistakable.

Yun Jingheng looked up at her, but his hands didn't slow down at all.

It's necessary to verify the identity of someone holding a card of this level. Yun Ming didn't mention this when he gave him the card, probably thinking it was unnecessary, since in his eyes his son could easily handle such a matter.

He took out his ID card and student ID from his pocket, stacked them together, and handed them over.

"Shrek Academy student ID?"

When the teller took the first card, her voice noticeably rose an octave, attracting the attention of an elderly woman who was conducting business at the next window.

"Hmm," Yun Jingheng responded indifferently.

The teller's fingers trembled slightly as she placed the items side by side on the table, looked down to check the information, then looked up at Yun Jingheng, repeating this process twice.

The teller took a deep breath and entered the information for the two cards into the system, her fingers tapping on the keyboard much softer than before.

The system redirects, and the Black Gold Card holder's information unfolds on the screen.

Household head's name: Yun Ming.

Associated account: Yun Jingheng (eldest son).

Authentication passed.

The teller's gaze lingered on the words "Yun Ming" for a moment, her pupils contracting slightly.

"Identity verification complete. Please enter your password."

Yun Jingheng looked down and entered the password on the screen in front of him.

The teller's voice returned to its professional calm, but her speech was a beat faster than before. "Your personal soul communication number has been established. The Black Gold Card is now effective and can be used normally."

Okay, thank you.