When did my soul first suffer a wound? Back in high school, I lived a routine life—going to school every day, doing homework, nothing special at all. How could my soul have been wounded then? While Zhang Yuanqing was reflecting, Bill Tarantino continued: "Your mother consulted many experts in the medical and pharmaceutical fields to treat your headaches. I was one of them. To be honest, I'm just a businessman with no background in pharmacology, though Anter Pharmaceuticals certainly has experts in that area. "The drug was newly developed at the time. After I explained its effects to your mother, she decided to take the risk. Thank God, your symptoms have indeed improved." Zhang Yuanqing returned to his thoughts and pondered: "What was your company's primary objective in developing this medication? I mean, you must have targeted a specific patient group, which is why you developed this drug. Does that group share the same condition as mine?" Bill Tarantino crossed his arms over his chest, smiled, and shook his head. "We certainly have a target group for whom this medication is highly acclaimed—demand far outstrips supply. But I can't disclose any information about that group; it's a matter of business confidentiality." With that, the well-dressed middle-aged gentleman added, "Of course, I'm a businessman. If you're willing to pay for the information..." Before he could finish, Anne, the golden-haired beauty standing by, gently cleared her throat. "...that won't work either," Bill quickly interjected. Anne smiled softly, with a touch of grace. "Unless Mr. Zhang can prove certain things—such as his identity." Zhang Yuanqing looked at her. "Identity? What kind of identity?" The woman's smile was enchanting, her every expression and gesture stirring the most primal impulses in men. Zhang Yuanqing had never seen someone so captivating before. Annie smiled and said, "For instance, tell us how your headache developed. I mean, not the cause, but what unexpected event occurred just before you started experiencing symptoms." Zhang Yuanqing shook his head helplessly, "I'm sorry, but I have no knowledge of this." Annie nodded slightly, "Thank you, I understand now." Zhang Yuanqing turned to Bill and expressed his regret, "I had intended to pay you one million to purchase your information—now that's a missed opportunity." What? One million? Bill Tarantino sat up straight at once, saying, "I believe the most important thing in doing business is to always leave yourself a backup plan—I retract what I said earlier." Zhang Yuanqing nodded steadily, "Once I raise the funds, I'll come back to you." After a few more casual exchanges, Zhang Yuan清 proposed to leave. Bill Tarantino gave a sharp gesture, and Annie moved smoothly toward the desk, pulling out a business card from the cardholder. Bill said, "I'll be staying on the continent for a long time. Here's my business card—should you have anything you'd like to buy or sell, feel free to reach out. I'll offer you a fair and reasonable price based on the value of the item." Zhang Yuanqing took the card, surprised, "But I know nothing about the pharmaceutical industry, sir. I'm just an ordinary college student." Bill shook his head, "My position at Anter Pharmaceuticals is one of my credentials. At heart, I'm a businessman. My dream is to drive a pickup truck loaded with goods, traveling all over the world, trading with people from different countries." He then added, "And have a horn on the truck broadcasting the classic tale of 'changing chicken feathers for sugar'? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but comment. When he finally took the card, Anne smiled warmly and said, "I'll escort Mr. Zhang out." ... Bill Taroni watched them go, then stood up and walked to the bar, pouring himself a glass of whisky. As he sipped it slowly, Anne returned. Bill held his glass and remarked, "Simple intelligence can fetch ten million—this is a hard sell for us. It's not about money at all. It's a low-cost, high-return transaction that brings a deep, soulful joy." Anne shook her head, "We cannot reveal the existence of the Realm-Wanderers to ordinary people. That's protocol." The Realm itself has never imposed restrictions on this freedom, but major organizations—including the independent practitioners—almost instinctively conceal the presence of the Realm-Wanderers. It's a matter of self-preservation. Over time, this unwritten rule of not disclosing the Realm-Wanderers to ordinary people has become firmly established within each organization. Bill paused, "How about you? Have you tried to find out whether he is, in fact, a Realm-Wanderer?" As a pragmatic businessman, it's one thing to take the time to meet an ordinary university student—giving his business partner a face, so to speak—but another reason is that the soul-level injuries ordinary people simply never experience. Chen Shu's son is either a spiritual realm traveler or has previously been involved in a spiritual realm traveler incident. Annie smiled, "In the elevator, I used a bit of charm on him, and he definitely fell for it—his hands kept brushing my buttocks. From his spiritual energy state, he seems like a regular person; it's possible he was playing along. Hmm, I think I didn't misstate the idiom." Bill nodded slightly, "Staying in touch with him and getting to know more of the native spiritual realm travelers on the continent will only benefit us." Annie gave a gentle nod. Bill finished off the wine in his cup and added, "Arrange a meeting with the president—find out when we can meet. This time, the union's top leadership has issued a firm directive: we must welcome the president back." ... Indeed, Ante Pharmaceutical, known for producing those blue pills, is clearly connected to the spiritual realm travelers. At the entrance of the International Building, Zhang Yuanqing raised his head and glanced up at the towering structure. Through conversations in the office, he had already deduced that the special group Bill referred to was the Wayfarers of the Spiritual Realm. Ant Pharmaceutical developed the small blue pills specifically to alleviate and treat spiritual trauma among the Wayfarers—similar to the detox pills of the Wood Spirit, or the Life Essence of the Musician Clan. The difference was that in capitalist-dominated nations, these pills were publicly sold and accessible to all Wayfarers, including ordinary citizens. Here, however, the detox pills and Life Essence were strategic supplies, tightly controlled; even if the Wild Wayfarers had the means, they could not afford them. "So it seems, I'm not encountering a bug when I bring the pills into the realm—I'm actually bringing something that belongs inherently to the Spiritual Realm, something created by the Wayfarers themselves." "But when exactly did my soul suffer trauma?" The headaches began during my second year of high school, without any apparent cause—just one day, they started suddenly. "At that time, I was just an ordinary high school student, with no exposure to the Spirit Realm—how could I have sustained such injuries? It's basically ruled out that I was targeted specifically...” Zhang Yuanqing thought seriously and concluded that the most plausible explanation was that, during his second year of high school, he had unexpectedly become involved in conflicts or experiments among the Spirit Realm travelers, resulting in soul trauma. He couldn't recall the specifics because, at the time, he simply hadn't realized anything had happened. The Spirit Realm travelers' methods were so unpredictable that ordinary people rarely noticed them. It was just like his uncle, who still hasn't figured out why his wallet always seems to run short. "It makes sense, but it still doesn't explain why the scanner detected the issue specifically in the heart... Well, let's take it step by step. Worrying about it now won't yield answers any time soon. By the way..." Zhang Yuanqing gazed at his palm, sincerely impressed: "Annie's hand feels so good—soft and springy. I think I now know what her profession might be." After meeting Anne, who exuded such captivating charm, he began to suspect she was a spiritual traveler. The reason was simple—currently, the Heavenly Sovereign himself is an outstanding figure among the transcendent realm, and ordinary beauty could hardly move him. Yet, even a subtle expression, a playful glance, or a graceful smile from this woman stirred something deep within Zhang Yuanqing—something tangible, even in his very DNA. This reminded him of the "Love and Desire" profession mentioned by the Mage King in the Cat King's speaker. Anne's unique allure perfectly matched the characteristics of that profession. "Women of the Love and Desire profession truly are extraordinary—men find themselves irresistibly drawn to them, wanting to sleep with them, unless they have no physical needs. Yet that doesn't prevent me from mocking the Mage King—haha..." As for Mr. Bill's profession, Zhang Yuanqing deduced from their conversation that he likely belonged to the Void profession, commonly known as a merchant. Of course, his knowledge of foreign professions was still limited, and at present, he was most familiar with the "Love and Desire" and "Void" professions. Now, the morning rush hour is winding down. Scattered among the streets are office-goers—some determined, others well-connected—since it's already 9:30 a.m. Of course, some are holding onto a subway disruption notice in their hands, which gives them peace of mind. Zhang Yuanqing stood by the roadside and dialed Kou Beiyue's phone. "I need your sister's name—the police station handling her case." "Hold on, I'll compose a message for you," Kou Beiyue brightened instantly and agreed without hesitation. So prompt and direct—hadn't she thought this would reveal her true identity? This young girl feels even more naive than Jingwei. Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly and hung up. A few minutes later, he received Kou Beiyue's message. Kou Beiyue's sister is Kou Yusi, born in 1995, aged 26 at the time of her passing. The police station handling her cases is precisely the Shakou District Police Station. Zhang Yuanqing reviewed the details and then called his cousin, Chen Yuanjun. Professional matters should be handled by professionals—he wanted to hear his cousin's thoughts. "Yuanzi?" Yuan Jun's voice came through the speaker. "Bro, I have a question. Suppose I want to investigate an old case from two years ago—where the victim had been imprisoned, mistreated, sexually assaulted, and then murdered by a police officer who used his authority to conceal the truth. How should I go about it?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. "Don't hang up. Just say a few things—don't think I'm gathering evidence. I just want to understand the full story of this case," Zhang Yuanqing said. Chen Yuanjun took a sip of water, moistened his throat, and asked, "Why did you suddenly bring this up?" "There's nothing special—just had an argument online with someone, so I'm just holding my ground." Zhang Yuanqing gave a perfunctory explanation and ended the call. He then dialed the number for Lao Si Ji. "Guan Ya, can I ask you for a favor?" "I'm not in charge of teenage boys' emotional troubles," Guan Ya smiled. "Teenage boys usually resolve their own emotional issues—they don't need anyone to help. But my problem, however, requires you specifically." Zhang Yuanqing shifted gears. "Could you please retrieve the file from the Sandou District Public Security Bureau regarding a case they handled two years ago? The victim's name was Kou Yusi." Guan Ya listened intently, her smile fading as she recognized the seriousness of the matter. "Wait a moment!" After about fifteen minutes, Zhang Yuanqing received Guan Ya's reply: "The file has been sent to your email. By the way, this case is quite interesting—there really exists a brother so beastly." Hmm? Zhang Yuanqing immediately logged into his email and downloaded the file. After spending half an hour carefully reviewing it, he grew increasingly frustrated, his temper rising. The official conclusion of the case was that the victim had been imprisoned, sexually assaulted, and subjected to physical abuse. However, the police department pointed the finger at the victim’s younger brother, Kou Beiyue, as the suspect. Since the incident, Kou Beiyue has been at large, never apprehended. "I remember Kou Beiyue saying he had survived and even gained a new role as a 'seductive spirit-being,' thanks to the transformation. He was specifically unable to testify for himself, and thus, Chuo Yuxi had strategically cast the blame entirely on him." What kind of justice is this? Isn't this murder with a vengeance? Is this truly human? Zhang Yuanqing logged out of the email and dialed Kou Beiyue’s phone number. "I’ve reviewed your sister’s file. Your account of the incident was a bit vague. I have a few questions I’d like to ask you." "What questions?" Kou Beiyue responded casually. "You said you became a spiritual realm traveler after death, and Chuo Yuean was present at the time, correct? Then, how did you manage to escape once you returned to the real world?" Kou Beiyue said. "After I returned to the real world, I found myself lying in the morgue of the Public Security Bureau, surrounded by corpses—no one else there. That's when I escaped." Now it makes sense. Later, Chuo Yuean discovered that he himself had come back to life and become a spiritual realm traveler, so he changed his strategy and framed Kou Beiyue. Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and added, "I've reviewed the files—they have numerous inconsistencies and can't withstand scrutiny. Did your family object?" There was a long silence on the phone, and then Kou Beiyue offered a wan smile. "You've already reviewed the files, haven't you? What's there to complain about? Isn't it now well-known to everyone? I simply can't step forward to testify for myself. As a professional in this field, I'm powerless but can only let him keep spilling mud on me." "You might not know that, but Chimei An sent people to my hometown to spread the rumors that I imprisoned and sexually assaulted my sister. My parents have been publicly humiliated—stiffened like they're on a spine, unable to lift their heads. How could they dare to protest? They even moved house shortly after the incident occurred." If the family doesn't raise a fuss, the matter will easily be buried. These days, officials only act when the public demands action. With a little more maneuvering, even the Wuxing Alliance wouldn't intervene in ordinary cases—those fall squarely under the jurisdiction of the Public Security Bureau. To murder one's children and destroy their dignity, leaving parents to live the rest of their lives in shame—this Chimei An... Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, suppressing the simmering anger within. "I have no further questions," he said. It makes sense that Kou Beiyue didn't mention it last night—indeed, it's hard to bring up. It also explains why Kou Beiyue has such a strong determination to seek justice. Kou Beiyue gave a low, steady "hm." Zhang Yuanqing continued: "I've already investigated the case. The public security officer who handled it back I'll go find you at 10 p.m. tonight, and then we'll meet him.