It's impossible to describe Zhang Yuanqing's mood at this moment in words. If I had to, it would be:

Damn it!

The Taiyi Sect hasn't given up on finding the Devil Lord's successor. Is their determination that strong?

What should I do? Transfer the White Tiger in my mind to Little Cutie? No, Little Cutie can't withstand the White Tiger's power and will be destroyed on the spot. Should I come clean? Gamble on Fu Qingyang's affection for me? Maybe if Guan Ya were sitting there.

Fu Qingyang should have suspected me when he manipulated the injustice of the Heavenly Dao. He didn't say anything then because he was saving a big move, waiting for the Tiger Talisman to arrive? But that's not right either. With his "fiery eyes and golden gaze" and props, he could have made me tell the truth even without the Tiger Talisman.

I didn't expect it to come to this. Reality never goes according to your wishes.

Zhang Yuanqing trembled violently, like a quail in fear, but in reality, he was confronting the Striped White Tiger in his sea of consciousness, trying to resist. Despite his best efforts, he could only delay the time to reveal the truth.

Finally, he opened his mouth and uttered a word: "I..." Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Fu Qingyang stared at him with a profound gaze:

"You what?"

In the sea of consciousness, the Striped White Tiger slowly stood up, as if preparing to devour someone.

Zhang Yuanqing's inner fear exploded, his spirit trembling. Just as he was about to confess his identity and reveal the fact that he was the Devil Lord's successor, suddenly, deep in his sea of consciousness, a surge of extreme Yin and pure Taiyin power surged out.

This force was like a flood, washing over his spirit, and finally, deep in his sea of consciousness, it condensed into a huge black full moon.

Bathed in the hazy and illusory moonlight, Zhang Yuanqing's spirit felt an unprecedented comfort and ease, like a baby returning to the womb.

Something miraculous happened. Zhang Yuanqing looked at the Striped White Tiger again. It was still majestic and awe-inspiring, inspiring fear from the bottom of his heart, but the oppressive force that made his soul tremble had disappeared. No, it hadn't disappeared,

but was shielded by the radiance of the black full moon.

Zhang Yuanqing felt the Taiyin power that sprinkled down from the "sky," derived from the Night Wanderer's instinct. He intuitively understood the essence of the black full moon: it symbolized Yin, symbolized secrecy!

Is this the power of the character card? Can it resist the power of rule-based props? It's indeed not just a reward prop for clearing dungeons. There's a reason why the Taiyi Sect goes to such lengths to find the Devil Lord's successor. There are hidden secrets I don't know about,

Zhang Yuanqing thought in surprise.

He was now completely free from the Tiger Talisman's deterrence, but on the surface, he was still fearful and cautious, as if facing an abyss.

Under Fu Qingyang's increasingly stern gaze, Zhang Yuanqing made his voice tremble continuously, "I...am not the Devil Lord's successor." When he said this, Zhang Yuanqing looked into his sea of consciousness, fearfully observing the Striped White Tiger's reaction. It maintained its majestic posture, unwavering.

I deceived it? Zhang Yuanqing almost breathed a sigh of relief, but considering that Fu Qingyang had not withdrawn the Tiger Talisman, he forcibly held it back. Fu Qingyang waited a few seconds as usual, and seeing no anomalies, his cold and serious expression suddenly softened. He clenched his fingers, and the Tiger Talisman disappeared, returning to his inventory. Zhang Yuanqing then cooperated and leaned back, collapsing into the high-backed chair, panting heavily.

Fu Qingyang got up, walked to the camera, and turned off the device.

He returned to the table and sat down, giving Zhang Yuanqing nearly ten minutes to recover. When his breathing returned to normal and his face was no longer pale, Fu Qingyang said, "Next is our private conversation."

"Yuanshi, I want to invite you to join the White Tiger Guard."

Zhang Yuanqing remained slumped in the chair: "White Tiger Guard? The gang you created, Centurion? He remembered Ling Jun mentioning it."

"Yes," Fu Qingyang nodded. "The White Tiger Guard is currently a level 3 gang and can recruit twenty members. I've already recruited fifteen. I want to give you the sixteenth seat." Zhang Yuanqing hesitated.

"The White Tiger Guard is my organization, with a set of benefits independent of the official ones. The salary is 100,000 per month, and you'll be assigned a house in a prime location in a first- or second-tier city, worth no less than 20 million."

"In addition, a club will be dedicated to serving the White Tiger Guard. You can contact them for any needs you have. Buying luxury goods, sports cars, and various needs that require qualifications can all be handled through them."

"Including your favorite women in black stockings. The club will find you a bunch."

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned. When he heard the last sentence, he felt that the Centurion's view of him was stubborn and not objective enough. Am I that kind of lecherous person?

"And I only have one requirement for you, and that is that my orders take precedence over the Five Elements Alliance." Fu Qingyang said lightly:

"In ancient terms, the White Tiger Guard are my brothers, and also my private soldiers. Of course, on the surface, we are a subordinate gang of the White Tiger Army Corps." The other party was offering too much. Zhang Yuanqing no longer hesitated and said loudly, "I am willing to die for the Centurion!"

Clearly, Fu Qingyang wanted to cultivate him into his own team, to climb up the pyramid of power in the officialdom. Individual bravery was of little significance. This son of a wealthy family was aloof and arrogant, but he deserved his family background. He knew what he was supposed to know.

Zhang Yuanqing guessed in his heart, but still asked, "Why did the Centurion invite me?"

"I wanted to invite you to join the White Tiger Guard a long time ago, but Elder Gou said that the prerequisite was passing the comprehensive physical examination." Fu Qingyang said, "Of course, even if Elder Gou didn't say it, I would still recruit you. You are the most admirable among the many geniuses I have observed."

Speaking of this, the young master of the Fu family looked aloof, like a young king pointing out the country:

"There are many geniuses in this world, but in my eyes, most of them are trash. Ling Jun is a genius, but too lazy, unable to be helped. Guan Ya is a genius, but doesn't have the heart of a strong person, content with the status quo, so she is also trash. Jiang Jingwei has extremely high talent, but only thinks about fighting. She cultivates because she likes to fight, not because she is diligent, so she is still trash. The female marshal of the White Tiger Army Corps..."

"Her talent is so strong that it is despairing, but her efforts don't match her talent, so she is also trash."

Zhang Yuanqing listened in shock, thinking, Centurion, you can't say that, it will get you killed if the emperor hears it. But the person behind the desk was aloof and arrogant, as if he were the supreme being above all.

Fu Qingyang continued:

"Yuanshi, you are different from them. You have a deeper heart than your peers, a smoother exterior, and a more diligent spirit. This is the conclusion I have drawn after observation. The three S-level dungeon reports have let me know that you have the tenacity to become more and more courageous in adversity. This is very similar to me." "This kind of quality is more important than talent."

Similar to you? Good guy, does the son thank the emperor for his love? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but want to complain.

He suddenly remembered what Guan Ya once said, that Fu Qingyang had extremely poor talent when he was young, was not valued by the elders of the family, and was looked down upon by children of the same age.

Thinking about what he had just said, and Fu Qingyang's later rise, Zhang Yuanqing understood why this aloof young master favored him so much. "Thank you for the Centurion's cultivation." Zhang Yuanqing quickly offered thanks and flattery.

Leaving Tang's Hospital, Zhang Yuanqing did not take Li Dongze's car, but left alone, on the pretext of having classes at school. He walked along the busy streets, repeatedly thinking about two questions in his mind:

One, the black full moon.

"I remember Yuan Ting said that after a Way of the Extraordinary dies, the Spiritual Realm will format the character card, but for high-level Way of the Extraordinary, formatting is difficult to complete, so some special things will be left behind."

"But is this power too much? It can resist high-level rule-based props, it is definitely a high-level power, it should not be able to be retained. Maybe, this is the reason why the Taiyi Sect is painstakingly searching for the Devil Lord's successor?"

"Or, is it part of the reason?"

"This is also a good thing. It is better to unravel the veil of the character card little by little than to not be able to perceive anything. Unfortunately, that power is not under my control. I can't even perceive its existence. The Night Wanderer's instinct tells me that it is the source of Taiyin, symbolizing secrecy."

Two, the troublesome old ailment.

After this comprehensive physical examination, he realized that the problem of headaches was extraordinary.

He didn't think deeply about the problem of headaches before because an ordinary college student had limited ability and was helpless.

After becoming a Way of the Extraordinary, he wondered if there was a profession like "doctor" in the Spiritual Realm, but at that time, his level was low, his position was low, and his authority was insufficient. In addition, the incidence of the disease was alleviated, so he didn't care so much.

I have to ask my mother where she bought the medicine. Thinking of this, he opened his address book and dialed his mother's number, which he hadn't contacted for more than half a year.

~

The phone was quickly connected, and his mother's soft but slightly strong voice came from the speaker: "Yuanzi? What's the matter? I have a meeting later."

"Mom, where did you buy my special medicine?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.

"Why are you asking this suddenly? Is the medicine finished?"

Although he couldn't see the other party, Zhang Yuanqing could imagine his mother frowning from the voice. "The medicine is not finished, I just want to know." Zhang Yuanqing said expressionlessly, his tone cold and indifferent, without his usual liveliness and enthusiasm.

"I asked a foreign business partner to buy your medicine. Didn't I tell you at the time that the medicine hadn't been launched yet and was in the research and development stage? If your health hadn't been getting worse and worse, Mom wouldn't have used this medicine for you. I didn't expect it to be really effective."

"Which foreign company?"

"Don't ask so much, child. Don't spread the existence of this medicine. It's a trade secret." His mother said impatiently, then realized that her tone was inappropriate and said softly, "Mom will return to the country at the end of the year for the New Year. What gift do you want?"

"No need." Zhang Yuanqing refused.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and a certain compromise was made, "I remember that friend will come to... all the members of Kangyang District have been investigated, and there are no Night Rose members, nor people who have been bewitched or controlled by evil organizations."

Elder Gou's voice was low and deep: "Hmm, better than yesterday."

Yesterday, Jinjiang District was given a physical examination, and two members of the Night Rose were found and taken into custody. After some interrogation, they only knew that the two people's superiors might be official Enforcer-level figures. The two members did not know who exactly.

However, before conducting a comprehensive physical examination of the grassroots staff, Elder Gou had already gathered the directors of the Songhai branch and completed the physical examination in advance. Everyone passed.

Fu Qingyang pondered: "The Night Rose has a way to hide from the perception of the Tiger Talisman, Elder, this is actually a clue."

Elder Gou "Hmm" again: "There are not many methods that can shield the Tiger Talisman. The leader of the Night Rose is a Night Wanderer, so I roughly know what level he is at. That is someone who has cultivated the power of Taiyin to the extreme, at the same level as the five leaders."

"Heh, Taiyin has two core abilities, Yin power and secrecy."

"These two abilities are actually reflected in the skills of the transcendent stage: Soul Devour and Night Wander." Elder Gou changed the subject and asked:

"What is Yuanshi's evaluation?" Fu Qingyang reported truthfully:

"Director Sun suggested that it is not recommended to give Zi too important a position for the time being. He still needs to be tempered and understand the true meaning of law enforcement. As for my side, I asked if he had any contact with evil professions in the past, but that was just a chance encounter. I think he is a young man with a sense of propriety and justice. This should not be his stain."

Elder Gou did not make any comments and asked: "What forces did he have contact with?"

Fu Qingyang: "He said that the person he contacted claimed to be Master Wuhen."

Elder Gou's tone obviously improved: "It's him, then don't worry about it. By the way, did you ask the question that the Taiyi Sect asked you to ask?" Fu Qingyang said: "He is not the Devil Lord's successor."

Elder Gou finally smiled: "Very good!" Fujiawan, Ling Jun hung up the phone and muttered:

"He is really not the Devil Lord's successor. Without relying on inheritance, he has shown such abnormal talent. Elder Sun seems to be even more confused. Anyway, Yuanshi's identity does not need to be suspected. The Taiyi Sect's focus of investigation can be shifted."

He typed in the information and sent a notification message to Elder Sun's assistant. Huayu Hotel.

Led by the female assistant, Zhang Yuanqing took the elevator to the floor where the presidential suite was located. As soon as the car door opened, he saw Xie Lingxi standing prettily at the elevator entrance, waiting for a long time. "Brother Yuanshi~"

Little Miss Green Tea automatically stepped forward, squeezed away the female assistant, and took his arm, looking like a well-behaved younger sister.

"What does the Palace Mistress want me for?"

He asked in a low voice.

Xie Lingxi shook her head slightly: "Palace Mistress is seriously injured. She is in my room and said she has something to tell you immediately. You should go over quickly." Seriously injured? I remember that the Musician profession is the nanny in the Spiritual Realm, possessing the ability to produce vital fluid.

How serious is the injury she suffered? What level of Bewitching Demon shot and injured her?

But why does she still have to see me when she is injured?

Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly: "Give me the room card."

ps: The update is late but here, continue to code the second chapter, everyone go to bed early, leave the night owl thing to me. Every author is a born Night Wanderer. Remember to correct any mistakes.