Saturday, noon. Zhang Yuanqing yawned and stirred awake, eyes still half-closed. Since becoming the Night Wandering Deity, he has been unable to sleep at night—staying up all night playing games—and feels constantly drowsy during the day, always falling asleep and dozing off. Since that evening when he consulted with Lingjing, it's already been two days since Li Dongze and Guan Ya have frequently gone out to participate in the investigation of the Black Unusual and their subordinates. This has delayed Zhang Yuanqing’s combat training significantly. Originally, according to Li Dongze’s plan, Guan Ya was supposed to begin combat training for Yuan Shi Tian Zun—using the Night Wandering Deity’s physical condition, which should allow a solid introduction to combat skills within a short time. However, due to the Saint Cup and Name Register events, the training has been postponed—the Second Unit is currently understaffed. Zhang Yuanqing once asked Li Dongze about those teammates who had never appeared before, but when he mentioned it, the Chief’s expression immediately became awkward—there seemed to be something unspoken. Yuan Shi Tian Zun, being well-attuned and sympathetic, didn’t press further. In addition, Wang Qian from Zhishake Palace has agreed to serve as his source of information—an unexpected level of cooperation, showing strong initiative. Since the Ou Xiangrong incident, Songhai University’s management has become stricter—the university no longer permits students to leave campus after dusk—so all social events have been postponed. After a simple wash and rinse, Grandmother hadn’t yet finished preparing lunch when Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room to play with the infant spirits. At this moment, he was organizing a "first steps" ceremony for his little charge—the effectiveness of the too-youthful spirit had increased by 50%, resulting in enhanced purity and depth of the Power of the Moon—and he noticed that the infant spirits nurtured by this power now showed slight improvements in intelligence. Zhang Yuanqing arranged textbooks around the round, cute infant spirit—mathematics on the left, Chinese on the right, English and physics at the front and back. “You’re a man with broad knowledge and outstanding talents,” he said gently, “you can’t fall behind either. Choose one.” The little one blinked slowly, tilted her head to think deeply, then finally understood what Zhang Yuanqing meant—after which she quickly moved her limbs and crawled toward the physics textbook. “Ah, such a promising child…” As Zhang Yuanqing’s face broke into a smile, he noticed that the spirit had already passed over the physics book and now held onto the PS5 game console—falling down in a clumsy pile because it couldn’t reach the physical object. “A lousy one! Not at all like me!” Zhang Yuanqing scolded, visibly disappointed. “When I was your age, I could compose seven-line poems by heart.” Ah! He sighed with disappointment—his efforts to improve the infant’s intelligence and nurture potential would require him to master the Night Wandering Deity’s skills for managing spirits. That meant upgrading himself. Calculating time, his next Realm Walker mission was also approaching soon. After lunch, Zhang Yuanqing walked into the bedroom, poured warm water into a teacup, then opened the bedside cabinet and retrieved a white medicine bottle. “Honestly,” he murmured, “I’ve been so busy lately that I’ve completely forgotten to take my medication—now it’s been delayed for two days…” While speaking, he poured out several small pills from the bottle into his palms. Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing paused. Ah! Yes, I have delayed for two days—but why hasn’t my chronic condition flared up? My illness has only gotten worse; the frequency of attacks should only increase—how could it be delayed? Could it be that becoming a Night Wandering Deity has transformed my physical condition? “Speaking of this,” he thought, “since I became a Night Wandering Deity, I haven’t experienced any symptoms at all. Could it be that the illness has actually improved?” He felt overjoyed yet uncertain—so he decided to try it out immediately. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he visualized his father’s blurry face in memory. It wasn't clear how long this lasted—then suddenly, his heart thudded once, followed by a surge of energy flooding into his mind—a storm of fragmented sounds and images rushed into consciousness. Yet within the next moment, the sounds became organized, and the images no longer shattered. No—it wasn’t just that the sounds and images had become coherent; rather, his brain’s ability to process information had strengthened significantly. He heard his uncle dancing in the living room with music playing—“Pan Cake and Fruit.” His aunt was watching a TV show in her bedroom, occasionally muttering: “Too loud! Please lower it.” The kitchen sounded full of Grandmother washing dishes. And the bed downstairs emitted a soft “creaking” sound—he could confidently deduce from the rhythm that the female occupant must be lying on her side. Information processing continued… “Guan Ya always carries an unspoken confidence, while Chief Shi treats her with more courtesy than he does me or Wang Tai—when I mentioned those team members, the Chief’s expression turned embarrassed and helpless. As for Wang Qian—the Musician Skill—he seemed dismissive of me yesterday.” “And little one has a special closeness to Aunt Jiang—Aunt Jiang… Aunt Jiang…” At this moment, the bedroom door suddenly opened, instantly shattering Zhang Yuanqing’s meditative state. “Let’s go,” Jiang Yubi said brightly. “Come with me to the mall.” She wore a knee-length pleated skirt, white flats, and a light blue relaxed blouse—her gentle, sweet appearance gave her an elegant, serene charm. This graceful demeanor is one of the main reasons Jiang Yubi has become so popular in the dating scene. Men who are confident find such beauty easy to manage, while those feeling less assured feel comfortable interacting with such elegance. Zhang Yuanqing stared at his aunt—his nostrils suddenly began spraying warm blood. … Songhai Airport. In the underground parking garage, Fu Qingyang waited for a long time, frowning as he dialed his assistant’s phone. After answering, he spoke in a low tone: “How come hasn’t anyone brought him out yet?” He had come to pick up someone—his flight had landed an hour ago—but the assistant still hadn’t picked up their guest. Fu Bai Fu Chang was a highly valuable position—how could such a minor matter be allowed to waste his time? “Chief,” the assistant said softly, “he’s been talking to a beautiful woman and has stayed at the airport, saying he wants to deepen their relationship.” Fu Qingyang’s forehead tightened with rising veins—he responded: “Tell him either that he comes out on his own or I’ll go in and bring him out.” The assistant nodded and then hung up. A few minutes later, the assistant led a young man into the underground garage, walking toward Fu Qingyang’s business car. This young man wore loose beige pants and a light blue shirt—his movement fluid and graceful, his features handsome with half-closed eyes and a gentle smile, radiating an inner calm. Approachable, relaxed, harmless. That was how young people usually made themselves seem. Fu Qingyang said coldly: “Indeed, you’re the true 'flower prince'—you always attract women wherever you go.” This famed flower prince, whose father is the head of Taiyi Gate, comes from a prestigious family and possesses exceptional talents—he’s surrounded by numerous admirers. If he were merely good-looking, he wouldn’t be able to compete with Fu Qingyang. He’s known as the 'flower prince' not just because he enjoys women—but because he genuinely understands them and holds an excellent reputation among female circles. In response to Fu Qingyang’s criticism, Ling Jun smiled calmly and said: “Don’t speak so simply—beauty is an artwork, requiring careful appreciation and deep understanding before one truly discovers its elegance—that’s true refinement.” Fu Qingyang frowned slightly: “Because of your refinement, you’ve wasted me for one hour—disrupting my schedule.” “Brother Qingyang,” Ling Jun smiled softly, “life isn’t only about career—it also holds many other beautiful things worth discovering.” “I’m aware of the case involving the Gaze Officer—the organization I belong to has been deeply affected by his passing. My father is very concerned about it.” “What’s the reason?” Fu Qingyang asked. “The timing of his death closely resembles that of the Demon King,” the man explained, “so my father suspects a connection between them.” “Why does the Master so strongly focus on the Demon King’s death—on finding his heir?” “Because just before he died, in his Character Card, the Demon King left behind something very important.” “What was it?” “I can only tell you—it represents ultimate essence—the very nature of the Spirit Realm.” … Ruffa Mall, at a café. Zhang Yuanqing sat down with a bundle of shopping bags, lifted his glass cup, took a hearty sip of milk tea floating with ice cubes—then sighed deeply in contentment. The physical effort of accompanying his aunt to shop wasn’t the most exhausting—it was the mental strain that wore him out. But thanks to the young women’s graceful presence, Zhang Yuanqing felt much more energized and relaxed as he sipped his drink. He confirmed one thing—his chronic condition had been effectively eased. Not only has the frequency of symptoms reduced, but now he can actively trigger them when desired. Most importantly—the headaches and nasal bleeding that used to accompany an episode have significantly lessened. Perhaps in time, he could finally take charge of his brain-flooded state—then he could assign writing tasks to Wang Tai… Ah! No—that would be too weak—Zhang Yuanqing quickly pushed this delightful idea out of his mind. “Ah,” Jiang Yubi sighed, “this month’s salary isn’t enough anymore.” Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her and said with disdain: “When have you ever had enough income? You’re spending entirely on your grandfather and grandmother’s money.” Jiang Yubi is still an intern physician—her salary is low—but she constantly purchases high-end items. Most of her expenses come from the accumulated savings of her grandparents. Grandmother and Grandfather have substantial reserves—their eldest daughter has achieved success professionally, their eldest son married into a wealthy family—all are financially stable, so it’s only the youngest daughter who continues to be financially burdened. Jiang Yubi pouted slightly, acting as if pitiful: “Yes—it’s true! Who could blame me for not being useful—unable to earn money, I have to rely entirely on my father.” While chatting casually, Zhang Yuanqing pulled out his smartphone and habitually logged into the official Forum—the two primary functions of this platform are: delivering important announcements and notifications from the office; and enabling communication and information-sharing among Spirit Realm Walkers across different regions. In Zhang Yuanqing’s view, browsing such a forum is one of the fastest ways to expand one's knowledge. Soon, a post caught his attention: #A large number of new A-grade and S-grade Spirit Realms have emerged in the Night Wandering Deity profession—official Night Wandering Deities across various regions are now reporting 'missing' phenomena#…