Changes and Old Illness

Saturday, 11:00 AM.

Zhang Yuanqing woke up yawning, his eyes bleary. Ever since he became a Night Wanderer, he couldn't sleep at night, spending the entire time playing games, leaving him listless and drowsy throughout the day.

Two days had passed since the spirit questioning that night. Li Dongze and Guan Ya had been frequently heading out, participating in the operation to hunt down Black Impermanence and his subordinates.

This had caused Zhang Yuanqing's combat training to be put on hold.

Originally, according to Li Dongze's plan, Guan Ya was supposed to provide combat training for Yuanshi. With the physical fitness of a Night Wanderer, it wouldn't be difficult to master the basics of combat in a short time.

But due to the Holy Grail and Roster incidents, it had to be postponed; after all, the Second Team was short-staffed.

Zhang Yuanqing had once asked Li Dongze about those teammates who had never appeared, but the Squad Leader's expression had immediately turned unnatural, as if he had some unspeakable secret.

The understanding Yuanshi Tianzun did not continue to press the matter.

Additionally, Wang Qian from the Stop-Killing Palace had agreed to become his informant. He was unexpectedly cooperative and very self-aware.

Because of the Ou Xiangrong incident, the management at Songhai University had suddenly become strict. The school did not allow students living on campus to go out at night, so the mixer was also shelved.

After a simple wash, Grandmother hadn't finished making lunch yet, so Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room and began teasing the Infant Spirit.

At this moment, he was preparing for Little Doubi's "grasping the autumn" ceremony. After his experience exceeded 50%, the purity and density of his Lunar Power had both been amplified. He then discovered that the Infant Spirit, nourished by the Lunar Power, had seen a slight improvement in intelligence.

Zhang Yuanqing placed textbooks around the round and cute Infant Spirit: mathematics on the left, Chinese on the right, and English and physics in front and behind.

"Your master is a man of great talent and vast learning; you can't fall behind. Pick one."

Little Doubi blinked his dark, round eyes, tilted his head in thought for a long time, and finally understood what Zhang Yuanqing meant. Then, he quickly paddled his limbs and crawled toward the physics textbook.

"Oh, a promising child."

Just as a smile bloomed on Zhang Yuanqing's face, he saw the little guy bypass the physics textbook and hug the PS5 console. Because he couldn't touch physical objects, he tumbled over with a thud.

"You good-for-nothing, you're nothing like me!" Zhang Yuanqing criticized angrily.

"When I was your age, I was already composing poems in seven steps."

Sigh! He sighed in disappointment. If he wanted to improve the Infant Spirit's intelligence and groom him for success, he had to master the Night Wanderer's ghost-raising skills.

That meant he had to level up.

Calculating the time, the second Spirit Realm mission was coming soon.

After lunch, Zhang Yuanqing walked into the bedroom, poured warm water into a teacup, pulled open the nightstand drawer, and took out a white medicine bottle.

"Seriously, I've been too busy lately and forgot to take my medicine. It's already two days overdue."

He muttered to himself while tilting the bottle, pouring a few small pills into his palm.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's expression froze.

That's right, I'm two days overdue, so why hasn't my old illness flared up?

My condition was clearly getting worse, and the frequency of attacks should only be increasing; it's impossible for it to be delayed.

Is it because I became a Night Wanderer and my physical fitness has changed?

"Come to think of it, I haven't had an attack since I promoted to Night Wanderer. Could it be that I'm cured?" He was filled with joy, yet dared not be certain, so he decided to test it.

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

He didn't know how much time had passed when his heart gave a "thump," his mental energy boiled, and all sorts of chaotic noises flooded his mind, with various fragmented images resurfacing.

But in the next moment, the noise became orderly, and the images were no longer fragmented.

No, it wasn't that the sounds and images became orderly, but that his brain's ability to process information had been enhanced.

He heard his Uncle dancing in the living room, with "Jianbing Guozi" playing in the background.

Aunt-in-law was watching a TV series in the bedroom, complaining from time to time: "Too loud, keep it down."

In the kitchen was the sound of Grandmother washing dishes.

The bed downstairs was "creaking." Analyzing the collision sounds, Zhang Yuanqing could proudly conclude that the hostess was lying face down.

His brain continued to process information.

"Guan Ya always has an indescribable confidence, and the Squad Leader seems quite polite to her, unlike how he treats me and Wang Tai. When I mentioned those team members, the expression on the Squad Leader's face was awkward and helpless. There's a problem with the change in attitude from the Musician Wang Qian; he was dismissive of me yesterday..."

"Little Doubi has a special closeness to Aunt. Aunt, Aunt..."

Just then, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Zhang Yuanqing's mysterious state was instantly broken.

"Let's go, accompany me to the mall," Jiang Yu'er said in a sweet voice.

Her outfit today was a knee-length pleated skirt, white sneakers, and a loose, light blue shirt. Because of her sweet and cute appearance, she looked very forest-style and well-behaved.

The main reason Jiang Yu'er could be a hot commodity in the matchmaking market was this well-behaved appearance.

Confident men felt that beautiful and well-behaved women were easy to handle, while insecure men also felt that such beauties were not stressful to be around.

Zhang Yuanqing stared blankly at his Aunt, and suddenly, two streams of warm blood sprayed from his nostrils.

Songhai Airport.

In the underground parking garage, Fu Qingyang sat in a business car, waiting for a long time, frowning as he dialed his assistant's phone.

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

"Why hasn't he come out yet?"

He was here for an airport pickup. The flight had landed an hour ago, yet his assistant still hadn't brought the person out.

Centurion Fu's time was precious; how could he waste it on such trivial matters?

"Centurion, he..." the assistant lowered his voice, "He hooked up with a beautiful woman and refuses to leave the airport, saying he needs to 'exchange feelings'."

A vein pulsed on Fu Qingyang's forehead.

"Tell him: either he walks out himself, or I go in and drag him out."

The assistant acknowledged the order and hung up.

A few minutes later, the assistant led a young man into the underground parking garage, heading toward the business sedan.

The young man wore loose, cream-colored trousers and a light blue shirt. His clothes fluttered as he walked, giving him an incredibly elegant air. His features were handsome, his eyes half-closed in a smiling squint, carrying a laziness that seemed etched into his very bones.

Approachable, lazy, harmless.

This was the impression the young man gave.

Fu Qingyang said coldly, "As expected of Flower Prince, women throw themselves at you wherever you go."

This Flower Prince, who stood on equal footing with him, was a playboy in every sense of the word. His father was the head of the Taiyi Sect, his family background was illustrious, and with his own outstanding talent, he was constantly surrounded by countless admirers.

If he were merely lecherous, he certainly wouldn't be ranked alongside Fu Qingyang. The reason this guy was mockingly called Flower Prince was that he understood women well and had a stellar reputation in their circles.

Facing the sarcasm, Ling Jun squinted and smiled, "Don't be so vulgar. Beauties are works of art; they must be savored and understood slowly to discover their true beauty. This is elegance."

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

"Brother Qingyang, life isn't just about work; there are many beautiful things worth exploring," Ling Jun said with a squinting smile. "I'm already aware of the Judge of Ghostly Eyes matter and will assist you with all my strength. Father is very concerned about the death of the Judge of Ghostly Eyes."

"Why?" Fu Qingyang looked at him.

"The timing of his death is very close to when the Devil Lord died. Father suspects there is a connection between the two."

"Why is the Sect Master so obsessed with the Devil Lord's death and finding his successor?"

"Because before the Devil Lord died, he left something very important inside a Role Card."

"What thing?"

"I can only tell you that it represents the ultimate, and it represents the essence of the Spirit Realm."

Runfa Mall, milk tea shop.

Zhang Yuanqing, carrying bags of shopping, sat down, picked up his glass, and took a deep gulp of the iced milk tea, letting out a satisfied sigh.

He felt like he had finally come back to life.

Accompanying Aunt shopping wasn't physically exhausting; it was a form of mental torture.

Fortunately, the sight of young ladies with graceful figures helped alleviate the fatigue. Zhang Yuanqing sipped his milk tea, feeling quite good.

He had confirmed one thing: his strange illness had been effectively mitigated.

Beyond the reduced frequency of the attacks, it had become easier for him to trigger the old ailment voluntarily. Most importantly, symptoms like headaches and nosebleeds after an episode had lessened.

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

No, that's too pathetic. Zhang Yuanqing quickly banished the tempting thought from his mind.

"Sigh, this month's salary isn't enough to cover my expenses," Aunt lamented.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her sideways, saying disdainfully, "When has your salary ever been enough? You're spending Grandfather and Grandmother's money."

Aunt was still an intern doctor, and her salary was pitifully low, yet she never lacked luxury goods. Most of her expenses were covered by Grandfather and Grandmother.

Grandfather and Grandmother had substantial savings. Their eldest daughter had a successful career, and their eldest son had married a wealthy wife—neither lacked money—so the savings were left for the youngest daughter to squander.

Jiang Yu'er pouted, acting pitiful, "Yeah, yeah, who told Aunt to be so useless? I can't earn money, so I can only rely on my father."

While chatting, Zhang Yuanqing pulled 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: first, for the authorities to release important notices and information; second, for Spirit Realm Walker across the country to communicate and share intelligence.

In Zhang Yuanqing's view, browsing the forum was a quick way to broaden his horizons.

Soon, a post caught his attention:

#A large number of brand-new A-rank and S-rank Spirit Realm have appeared for the Night Wanderer profession, and "disappearances" of official Night Wanderer have occurred in various regions#

PS: Typos will be fixed after the initial upload.