Chapter 43: Changes and Old Ailments

 Chapter 43: Changes and Old Ailments

Saturday, noon at 11 o'clock.

Zhang Yuanqing yawned and got out of bed, still feeling sleepy. Ever since he became the Night Wanderer, he couldn't sleep at night, spending the whole night playing games. As a result, he lacked energy during the day and kept dozing off.

It had been two days since he asked Ling about the matter. During this time, Li Dongze and Guan Ya were frequently going out, participating in the operation to search for Black Wuchang and his subordinates.

This delay caused Zhang Yuanqing's combat training to be put on hold. Originally, according to Li Dongze's plan, it would be Guan Ya who would train Yuanqing in combat next. With Night Wanderer's physical qualities, he could easily get started with basic combat in a short time. However, due to the events involving the Holy Grail and the Registry, it had to be postponed because the second team was short on personnel.

Zhang Yuanqing once asked Li Dongze about those teammates who had never shown up, but Li Dongze's face immediately turned unnatural, as if he had some untold secret. Understanding and considerate, Yuanqing didn't pursue the matter any further.

On another note, Wang Qian from the Zhi Sha Palace agreed to become his informant, unexpectedly cooperating and showing great determination.

Due to the incident involving Ou Xiangrong, the management of Songhai University became strict overnight, and the school did not allow students to go out at night. Therefore, the planned gathering was put on hold.

After a simple wash-up, his grandmother had not finished preparing lunch yet, so Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room and started playing with the Infant Spirit.

At this moment, he was guiding Xiao Dou Bi to play a version of "grabbing objects" after reaching 50% experience. The purity and thickness of the Lunar Power had been amplified, and he discovered that the Infant Spirit, nurtured by the Lunar Power, had a slight improvement in intelligence.

Zhang Yuanqing placed textbooks around the cute and round Infant Spirit—mathematics on the left, language on the right, English and physics in the front and back.

"Your master is highly talented and knowledgeable. You can't fall behind either. Choose one," Zhang Yuanqing said.

Xiao Dou Bi stared with its big round eyes, tilting its head and pondering for a while. Finally, it understood Zhang Yuanqing's meaning and then quickly moved its limbs, crawling towards the physics textbook.

"Oh, you're a promising child..." Zhang Yuanqing's face bloomed with a smile, but he saw the little guy bypassing the physics textbook and hugging the PS5 game console instead. Unable to touch the physical object, it fell down with a thump.

"You're so useless, nothing like me!" Zhang Yuanqing criticized angrily.

"When I was your age, I was already composing poetry in seven steps." He sighed in disappointment. If he wanted to improve the Infant Spirit's intelligence and nurture it into a talented being, he had to master the Night Wanderer's skill of raising spirits. And for that, he needed to level up.

Calculating the time, the second Ling Realm mission was also coming soon.

After having lunch, Zhang Yuanqing entered the bedroom, poured warm boiling water into a teacup, and opened the bedside table to take out a white medicine bottle.

"Oh dear, I've been so busy during this time that I forgot to take my medicine. It's already been delayed for two days..." he muttered to himself while pouring some small pills into his palm.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's expression froze. "That's right, I delayed it for two days, so why hasn't my old ailment relapsed? My condition should be getting worse, and the frequency of attacks should only increase, there's no way it would be delayed like this. Could it be because I became the Night Wanderer and my physical condition changed?"

"Come to think of it, ever since I became the Night Wanderer, I haven't had any attacks. Could it be that I'm cured?" he felt a surge of joy but wasn't entirely sure, so he decided to give it a try.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and visualized his father's blurred face in his mind. After an unknown period of time, his heart thumped, and his mental capacity surged. Various noises and fragmented images flooded his mind.

But in the next moment, the noises became organized, and the images were no longer fragmented. No, it wasn't that the sounds and images became organized; it was that his brain's information processing ability had strengthened.

He heard his uncle dancing in the living room at home, with the background music being "Jianbing Guozi." His aunt was watching a TV drama in the bedroom, occasionally complaining about the volume being too loud and asking to turn it down. The sound of his grandmother washing dishes could be heard from the kitchen. Analyzing the sound of the bed downstairs creaking, Zhang Yuanqing proudly deduced that the hostess was lying face down.

The brain's information processing continued...

"Guan Ya always has an indescribable confidence about her, and the Captain seems quite courteous to her, unlike how he treats me and Wang Tai... When I mentioned those few team members, the Captain's expression was awkward and helpless... Wang Qian's attitude has changed somewhat; he was disdainful towards me yesterday..."

"Xiao Dou Bi seems to have a special affection for Aunt, Aunt, Aunt..."

Just then, the bedroom door suddenly swung open, shattering Zhang Yuanqing's mysterious state in an instant.

"Let's go, accompany me to the mall." Jiang Yuer beckoned sweetly.

Her outfit today was a knee-length pleated skirt, white sneakers, and a light blue loose single shirt. With her sweet and cute appearance, she looked very fresh and obedient, giving off a gentle and docile vibe. This is the main reason why Jiang Yuer is a hot commodity in the matchmaking market.

Confident men think that a beautiful and obedient woman is easy to handle, while insecure men believe that being with such a beauty would bring less pressure.

Zhang Yuanqing stared blankly at his aunt and suddenly sprayed out two lines of warm blood from his nostrils.

......

Songhai Airport.

In the underground parking lot, Fu Qingyang sat in a business car, waiting for a long time. He furrowed his brows and dialed his assistant's phone.

After the call connected, he asked in a low voice, "Why hasn't he come out yet?"

Fu Qingyang was there to pick someone up. The flight had landed an hour ago, but his assistant still hadn't brought the person out.

Fu Qingyang's time was precious, how could he waste it on such a trivial matter?

"Captain, he..." the assistant lowered his voice and said, "He got involved with a beautiful woman and refused to leave the airport, saying he wants to exchange feelings..."

Fu Qingyang's temple twitched as he said, "Tell him to come out on his own, or I'll go in and drag him out."

The assistant acknowledged and hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, the assistant led a young man into the underground parking lot towards the business car. The young man was wearing loose, off-white trousers and a light blue single shirt. As he walked, his sleeves fluttered, exuding a sense of elegance. He had handsome features, half-closed eyes with a faint smile, and a deep-seated laziness.

Affable, languid, harmless. That was the impression the young man gave off.

"This truly lives up to his reputation as a playboy. Women throw themselves at him wherever he goes," Fu Qingyang said coldly.

This playboy was famous for his amorous affairs just like Fu Qingyang. His father was the head of the Taiyi Sect, and he came from a distinguished family. With his exceptional talent, numerous women surrounded him.

If it were merely a matter of lechery, he wouldn't be on par with Fu Qingyang. This guy was nicknamed a playboy because he really understood women and had a good reputation among them.

Facing the mockery, Ling Jun smiled with narrowed eyes. "Don't be so commonplace in your words. Beautiful women are like works of art that need to be savored and understood slowly to truly appreciate their beauty. It's a form of elegance."

Fu Qingyang frowned, "Your elegance has wasted my hour and delayed important matters."

"Brother Qing, life is not just about career; there are many other beautiful things to explore," Ling Jun smiled and said, "I already know about the Ghost Eye Judge's matter and will assist you wholeheartedly. Father is very concerned about the death of the Demon Lord."

"Why?" Fu Qingyang asked, looking at him.

"Because the time of the Demon Lord's death was very close to the time of the Ghost Eye Judge's death, and father suspects that there is a connection between the two."

"Why is the Sect Master so fixated on the Demon Lord's death and finding the Demon Lord's successor?"

"Because before the Demon Lord died, he left behind something very important in the role card."

"What is that?"

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

........

Runfa Shopping Mall, in a milk tea shop.

Carrying large and small shopping bags, Zhang Yuanqing sat down and picked up a glass, taking a big sip of the milk tea with floating ice cubes, letting out a satisfied sigh. He instantly felt rejuvenated.

Accompanying his aunt to shop in the mall was more mentally exhausting than physically draining. Fortunately, the beautiful figures of the young ladies around could alleviate this fatigue. Zhang Yuanqing sipped his milk tea and felt quite good.

He confirmed one thing - his strange ailment had been effectively alleviated. Not only did the frequency of attacks decrease, but it also became easier for him to voluntarily trigger the old ailment. Most importantly, the symptoms such as headaches and nosebleeds were less severe after an attack.

Perhaps in the future, he could freely control the state of mental fervor, and then he could leave the task of writing papers to Wang Tai. Hehe.

No, that would be too unambitious... Zhang Yuanqing quickly expelled this tempting thought from his mind.

"Ah, this month's salary is not enough to spend," his aunt sighed.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her and said disdainfully, "When have you ever had enough salary to spend? You always spend Grandpa and Grandma's money."

His aunt was still an intern doctor, and her salary was extremely low, yet she had no shortage of luxury items. Most of her expenses were covered by their grandfather and grandmother.

Their grandparents had considerable savings, and their elder sister had a successful career, while their elder brother married a wealthy woman. All of them were well-off, so the savings were left for the youngest daughter to squander.

Jiang Yuer pouted and pretended to be pitiful, saying, "Yes, yes, it's because Aunt is useless. I can't earn money, so I have to rely on our father."

While chatting, Zhang Yuanqing took out his phone and habitually logged into the official forum to see if there were any interesting posts.

The official forum served two main purposes: first, official announcements and important information were posted there; second, it provided a platform for Ling Realm practitioners from all over to communicate, share information, and exchange intelligence.

In Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, the forum was a rapid way to gain insight.

Soon, a post caught his attention:

#A Large Number of New A and S-Rank Ling Realm Practitioners Emerge Among Night Wanderers; "Missing" Incidents Reported for Night Wanderers from Various Regions#