A slip-up!

After stuffing the two freshly issued identity documents into the Storage Bracelet, the yin spirit controlled the administrator and walked him into the restroom, ended the possession, and left through the ventilation window.

Household registration controls in Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King were nothing special.

Although records were now computerized, they were nowhere near as rigorous as in Jiang Dongjun's previous life.

Just look at all the problems, big and small, with Tang 50's identity. Hadn't he still become a Saint Craftsman's disciple and joined the Tang Sect?

People in the Douluo world always seemed to have a screw loose, showing boundless tolerance toward talented children. Did they even conduct background checks? How strict were they? All of that deserved a question mark.

Jiang Dongjun even planned to fabricate a backstory in his subsequent arrangements: he would be the persecuted illegitimate son of some Hidden Family, ostensibly wandering from place to place and living under other people's roofs, while secretly receiving steady support that kept him free of worries over his livelihood.

Powerful organizations like Shrek Academy, the Tang Sect, and the Blacksmith Association would not mind a background like that.

However, those subsequent arrangements would have to be made in Eastsea City.

It was already past five in the afternoon when he returned to the inn on the outskirts.

Na'er had long since woken up and was sitting obediently by the window, gazing gloomily at the distant sea.

Only when she felt a chill wind rise in the room and followed it to its source, spotting Jiang Dongjun's yin spirit, did delight light up her face and a smile blossom.

"Big brother, you're finally back! After I woke up, I waited here in the room like a good girl."

"Haha, my good Na'er. You're the best-behaved girl of all."

The yin spirit approached the little girl, as delicate as carved jade, and its spiritual power field gently stroked her soft, short silver hair as a reward.

"Big brother, did everything go smoothly?"

Jiang Dongjun immediately took out the identity documents and handed hers to Na'er.

"Of course it did. This is your identity. From now on, you have a past too, and you're part of this dazzling world."

"Remember, Na'er, you used to live with a kind granny called Li Mei. A month ago, she entrusted both of us to an orphanage. I didn't want to live there, so I ran away with you, and we've been wandering ever since."

Na'er could not read the writing on the identity document, but the mental fluctuations she received painted a warm scene of a family of six: a grandmother living with her five grandchildren.

She nodded with only a hazy understanding.

She fetched the little shoulder bag Jiang Dongjun had bought her that morning from the bed and solemnly put the identity document together with her money.

"They're all little cuties. I remembered everything you taught me, big brother. As long as I have them, I won't have to wander anymore."

"Haha, Na'er is so clever. To celebrate our new lives, we're going out for a feast!"

"Yay! A feast!"

There were no luxurious hotels nearby, so Jiang Dongjun eventually chose a fish soup restaurant with a good reputation. In a private room, he ordered Na'er an enormous pot of cod and tofu soup, accompanied by dry, crisp baked flatbreads, and filled her belly.

By the time they returned to the inn, night had shrouded everything, and all was silent.

Drowsy after her hearty meal, Na'er lay down on the bed but still begged Jiang Dongjun to continue telling her stories.

"Now, after that jade dragon was transformed into a white horse by a mighty being, he continued carrying Tang Sanzang westward. Master and disciple traveled peacefully for two months. One evening, they came upon a monastery and decided to seek lodging there..."

Through waves of mental fluctuations, Jiang Dongjun vividly recounted another two episodes from Journey to the West.

-The monks of Guanyin Monastery plotted to seize a treasure; the monster of Black Wind Mountain stole the cassock.

-Sun Wukong wreaked havoc on Black Wind Mountain; Guanyin subdued the bear monster.

Afterward, Jiang Dongjun quizzed Na'er again, asking what she had learned from this part of the story. Only after receiving a reasonably satisfactory answer did he let her go to sleep.

He activated the Light of Time and Space and returned to Douluo II.

The note he had left on the bedside table had been taken away and replaced with a thin booklet, weighed down by a porcelain bottle and another note.

Jiang Dongjun picked them up to examine them.

"They gave me the Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart secret technique outright... Oh, so this Heart Separation Control secret technique wasn't an exclusive art of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. It was once widely circulated, but later fell out of favor, and most versions were lost. Only the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's inheritance survived."

"Fasting pills, one per day. They taste like chewing wax. Besides providing a feeling of fullness, the energy inside them can sustain a soul master's daily needs. They can be taken for no more than half a month straight, after which I have to eat normally for a week to let my body recover before taking them again. That way, they won't harm my body.

There are twelve in the porcelain bottle, formulated for the physical condition of a two-ring soul master. As my strength improves, the dosage of the fasting pills will need to be adjusted."

Clutching the porcelain bottle, Jiang Dongjun frowned and grumbled inwardly.

"What a hassle. They can't even properly manage fasting. Their medicine-refining skills are awful."

"Troublesome! I still need to find a way to cross over with my physical body. Having only my yin spirit travel back and forth leaves my hands and feet tied, and holds everything up."

Jiang Dongjun then leafed through the Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart secret technique, his frown deepening.

The so-called Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart, when cultivated to perfection, allowed the user to apply seven different soul skills to seven different targets.

Jiang Dongjun had sought this secret technique to see whether it could inspire him to separate out a few thoughts. They did not need clear consciousness; instinct alone would suffice. He would leave them within his physical body to oversee soul power cultivation.

Now that he had the secret technique in hand and had read it, he was somewhat disappointed.

"It's so difficult. No, it's so grueling. No wonder Ning Rongrong in Douluo I didn't want to practice it. It doesn't just torment the mind; it torments the body's meridians too. You have to practice controlling soul power until you can release it precisely and sparingly... To sum up the principle behind this secret technique, it's endless repetition, over and over, until it becomes an instinct of both mind and body."

"Forget it. Clumsy as it is, the training method has its merits. If I adjust a few parts to suit the characteristics of my yin spirit, it might still meet my needs."

Jiang Dongjun could restrain his appetite, so he simply chose to swallow a fasting pill.

Then he left the basement and exercised for over an hour, ensuring that blood and vital energy flowed freely throughout his body before returning to lie on the basement bed.

Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King.

In the dim inn room, the vanished yin spirit appeared once more.

Jiang Dongjun glanced at the clock soul tool. It was almost midnight now. With the night dark and the wind high, it was the perfect time to act.

Aolai City was not large, and the flying yin spirit soon found Li Mei's former residence in the commoners' district. The house was publicly owned, and after her death, it had been reclaimed and assigned to another public employee.

The yin spirit intruded, discovered that the new occupants had had no dealings with Li Mei, and withdrew.

He began bothering the surrounding neighbors.

After finding a middle-aged woman who had been close to Li Mei, he extracted a list of names from her and sought them out one by one.

There were neighbors, market stallholders, administrative personnel who had handled Li Mei's affairs...

Jiang Dongjun's yin spirit altered all their memories, planting the vague impression that Li Mei had adopted five children and died of illness less than half a year after adopting the youngest two.

Finally, he arrived at the orphanage. Jiang Dongjun let out a long breath. This mentally exhausting task was finally nearing its end.

The newly appointed orphanage director was actually a two-ring soul master, but was also nearly sixty, with flagging energy and a spiritual realm far below Jiang Dongjun's. He easily influenced the director's memories and planted a vague impression.

-Among the children Li Mei had adopted were a boy and a girl who had run away before the orphanage staff arrived to take them into their care. Their whereabouts were unknown.

Afterward, the plan continued, but a flaw appeared in what should have been a seamless operation.