Zhang Yuanqing’s ability is to steal a target's function—last time it was Aunt Guan’s sense of smell and taste, now it’s Uncle Wang’s speaking ability? Zhang Yuanqing, pretending to cough, was stunned: can it also steal the abilities of a Spirit Realm Walker? If so, then this little Spirit Servant is truly invaluable. At that moment, Uncle Wang finally caught on, recalling his own behavior—the Night Wandering Deity at the nightclub blushed, looked puzzled, and felt embarrassed. Ha! Uncle Wang, you’re actually quite flustered—Zhang Yuanqing silently muttered under his breath, noticing how the infant spirit riding atop him seemed to be draining energy, growing drowsy. “This… this is just a joke with you guys—I suddenly remembered how Yuanzi used to look when he was young and couldn’t help but imitate.” Indeed, Uncle Wang has decades of seasoned charm—his face is as thick as a city wall—and quickly shifted the blame onto his nephew. Zhang Yuanqing found himself caught off guard. “At your age, are you not embarrassed at all!” Grandmother scolded angrily. “Mom, I’m still just a child,” Uncle Wang replied with a cheerful smile. “I’ll always be your child.” “Roll over and go!” Grandmother expressed her disdain. After dinner, the whole family returned to their apartment across the street. Zhang Yuanqing went early to the bathroom to wash up, asked Aunt Guan not to disturb him, then headed into his bedroom. Tomorrow he has an early appointment at work with Li Dongze to report on the infant spirit incident—so he needs to sleep early. But before that, he wants to secure this little fellow. Zhang Yuanqing sat cross-legged on the bed, the person_name curled up sleeping in his arms, sucking on one of his big thumbs. The Power of the Moon flowed steadily into the infant spirit’s body like a continuous thread, nourishing it. According to the post description, once a Spirit Servant is successfully cultivated, subsequent maintenance only requires consistent feeding of the Power of the Moon to ensure its long-term existence in the world. Zhang Yuanqing had literally found a ready-made treasure. “This little fellow isn’t very intelligent yet—will his intelligence improve later on?” Zhang Yuanqing calmed himself, mobilizing the Power of the Moon, and as black, viscous light poured from his eyes, it gradually replaced both the iris and sclera, filling his entire eye sockets. “Hmm…” Zhang Yuanqing exhaled a pale, thin mist that wrapped around the infant spirit; then he opened his mouth and gently swallowed it whole. At once, Zhang Yuanqing sensed an awareness within him—an emerging, yet weak and inactive one. Then, following the method described in the post, he repeatedly stimulated this awareness with the Power of the Moon, imprinting his own presence upon it, allowing it to embrace his strength and become fully integrated into his service as a Spirit Servant. This process lasted for several seconds—then suddenly, his consciousness sank into a profound darkness and emptiness. It was warm and comforting, like drifting asleep in his mother’s arms. His consciousness had merged with the infant spirit’s body—and briefly fused with it. “The post said all this is true—the master can command the servant’s awareness and abilities, and temporarily control its physical form.” After initially adapting to this new body, a fresh talent naturally emerged within Zhang Yuanqing’s mind—like something innate from birth. This talent was called “Exchange”—using one’s own attributes in exchange for another’s. For instance, exchanging one’s sense of taste with someone else's, or one’s language with theirs—lasting just three seconds. That’s why Aunt Guan lost her sense of taste and Uncle Wang now speaks like an infant. However, this exchange doesn’t have to be equivalent—it could also involve trading one’s less vital abilities for another’s precious ones. Yet due to the infant spirit's youth and limited intelligence, it can't yet perform such refined operations; instead, it makes equal exchanges at random, triggered only upon physical contact. The condition for skill activation is direct touch. If Zhang Yuanqing were to operate directly, he could execute fine manipulations—such as trading a lesser ability for a powerful one. Currently, the infant spirit can only exchange bodily functions—cannot transfer skills, not yet at this stage. Finally, as master, Zhang Yuanqing can also transfer any negative states he experiences—including injuries or control—to the Spirit Servant, allowing it to share and absorb those burdens. “I finally understand why Night Wandering Deity is one of the peak professions—it truly is impressive.” Zhang Yuanqing quietly reflected. He guided his consciousness back into his physical body. “Ah-ah…” The infant spirit moved its short legs, crawled over to him, and gently nudged Zhang Yuanqing’s hand with its sparse baby fur before settling in to suck on his thumb. It can eat! “No—this is where you consume food,” Zhang Yuanqing pointed to his chest. The infant spirit tilted its head, blinked at him, seemed finally comprehending, then obediently crawled toward his chest. “Get out of here!” Zhang Yuanqing swallowed it down and incorporated it into his body. … On the next morning, Zhang Yuanqing woke up early and went to the bathroom to wash. Just as he picked up his toothbrush, he paused and exhaled a thin stream of cool, dark energy—then suddenly, the infant spirit appeared on the countertop. Nourished by the Power of the Moon, it looked healthy and bright-eyed, gazing at Zhang Yuanqing with pure innocence. “Here’s a little life skill I’d like to teach you—the toothbrush—it's time for us to brush our teeth together. Listen carefully: toothbrush, brush teeth, use the toothbrush to brush your teeth.” Since this wasn’t an unconscious spirit entity, it would grow over time—and in that process, Zhang Yuanqing realized he needed to instill in it sound values and beliefs—become a righteous ghost, abide by rules, reject gambling and addiction. The infant spirit tilted its head, looking at him with confusion. “Teethbrush, brush teeth, use the toothbrush to brush your teeth—quick now!” “???” Zhang Yuanqing persisted for a while before giving up the teaching idea—he couldn’t tell whether he or the person_name was more of an underachiever. After washing up, his smartphone rang—Li Dongze called. “Hello, Chief?” “Yuan Shi, could you come by early this morning—we have something to discuss.” “What’s that?” “The Night Wandering Deity from Taiyi Gate has a matter that requires your involvement—the details will be explained when you arrive.” Why is the Night Wandering Deity from Taiyi Gate seeking me out? Does it see me as their top-tier talent and wish to recruit me? Then why hasn’t it approached privately? “Certainly, Chief,” Zhang Yuanqing said after hanging up. He was just about to head to work to report on the infant spirit incident. After breakfast, he took his backpack, pretended to be going to school, left the neighborhood, and hailed a taxi, heading straight for the Public Security Bureau—entering the double-glazed building. As he approached Li Dongze’s office, he heard lively laughter coming from within: “Wow, that’s the best joke I’ve ever heard.” “And one more thing—do you know about Captain Zhao? Yes—that guy who always ends up in the wrong women’s restroom—he used to swallow seven female spirit entities all at once when he first became a Night Wandering Deity—and since then, he’s had the habit of sitting down and urinating while he’s standing. It’s taken him years to get over it.” “Hahahaha—wow, that’s the best joke I’ve ever heard—my previous one doesn’t count!” “Well, I know several secrets about Night Wandering Deities—I’ll share them with you in detail when I have time—but please promise not to let anyone else hear. After all, we’re not exactly the talkative kind, are we?” Ding-dong! Zhang Yuanqing knocked on the glass door. The conversation instantly ceased inside—Li Dongze’s calm voice came through: “Please come in.” When he pushed open the door, he found Li Dongze sitting with a man dressed in black business attire and wearing a dark shirt—on a guest lounge sofa. The man had a decent appearance, slightly pale skin, lean build, and carried an air of quiet nobility. “Here comes our excellent new hire,” Li Dongze smiled warmly, gesturing toward him. “There’s Cola in the fridge—help yourself.” Once Zhang Yuanqing opened the bottle and took a sip, Li Dongze introduced: “Yuan Ting—the Captain from Taiyi Gate stationed in Kangyang District, Level 3 Night Wandering Deity—one of our elite among elites.” As a top-tier professional, a Level 3 Night Wandering Deity is an outstanding presence within the Elevated Realm. “Indeed a handsome man—brilliant! I wonder what Sun Elder has been thinking,” Yuan Ting remarked, shaking hands with Zhang Yuanqing. Zhang Yuanqing smiled warmly: “The moment I saw Captain Yuan, I felt at home—it was like seeing family. This must be the sense of belonging shared among Night Wandering Deities?” With an outside observer present, Zhang Yuanqing temporarily put off mentioning the infant spirit’s story. Yuan Ting blinked in surprise—“I didn’t expect there to be such a sense of belonging between Night Wandering Deities.” Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized: “Ah—it must be Captain Yuan’s personal charm that made me feel so at ease!” Upon hearing this, Yuan Ting couldn’t help but smile—he truly appreciated the boy’s words. Then, realizing it was Li Dongze’s subordinate, he felt a touch of regret: “Sun Elder is certainly making some mistakes.” Noticing their mutual glances, Li Dongze cleared his throat and said with seriousness: “Today, Captain Yuan has come to discuss something formal.” He turned to Yuan Ting: “Shall we stay in my office or proceed to the conference room?” Yuan Ting replied, “Let’s go to the conference room.” Then he picked up the file folder from the glass desk and nodded toward Zhang Yuanqing. “Would you mind if I had a private word with you?” Is this an informal meeting with me? Does it seem like they’re not interested in recruiting me—what exactly is the matter? “Of course!” Zhang Yuanqing didn’t hesitate, saying: “I’d like to go to the restroom first.” Yuan Ting nodded and stepped out of the office. Zhang Yuanqing turned toward the office area, glanced casually at Wang Tai, who was deeply immersed in an academic paper, then walked over to Guan Ya’s desk, speaking with a light tone: “The plan to win hearts through charm didn’t work—I’ve now met the Night Wandering Deity from Taiyi Gate.” Guan Ya held her Water Cup, smiled kindly: “So it wasn’t a matter of beauty after all—ah, Scorpion today is doing well in its fortune—but when speaking with colleagues or superiors, you must be especially careful—otherwise, things might flip completely.” She wore a white blouse and skirt, her long hair freshly styled, elegant and stylish. Her oval face was radiant and charming, lightly made up, enhanced by mixed-race grace. Zhang Yuanqing teased: “For instance, when I tried to politely reject your charm attempts, that would cause our friendship boat to capsize?” “No—you wouldn’t refuse—because you’re a Scorpion,” Guan Ya said with serious conviction. You’ve gone too far—I’m about to give you a good whack! Well—he had now received the subtle hint he wanted—and promptly turned around, quickly walking toward the conference room door and gently knocking on the glass. “Please come in!” Yuan Ting responded from within.