Opening the book, the pages of this "Cultivation Record" were a light yellow color, emitting a faint musty smell. Neatly written on it were the words:

"The way of water and fire lies in balance, transforming water and fire into yin and yang. Only then can one master the Ice and Fire Decision of the sect after three years of entry. I have gained enlightenment through cultivation," Zhang Yuanqing thought. He raised an eyebrow as he read this description again. He had seen something similar before, in the notes left behind by the resentful spirit at the Mountain God Temple. It mentioned some cultivation experiences, such as breathing exercises and drawing symbols.

"The major professions in the Yin Dynasty are improved through cultivation, not through character cards. Perhaps it's just the background setting of the Lingjing Realm. Yin Yang Wanderer and the others are all PCs, just like Wang Po and Widow Xu. The Demon Lord took this path as well. He should have killed them at that time, but then they respawned. Unless it can be proven that Yin Yang Wanderer truly existed in the past," Zhang Yuanqing pondered. He opened his computer and logged into the official database, searching for "Yin Yang Town." However, besides a few guides, there was no information about Yin Yang Town in the official database.

"They even have information about the San Dao Mountain Temple, but not about the town where ordinary people live? Is the official database useless? What's going on?" Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but curse out loud, then immediately froze.

"Why did I suddenly become irritable?" Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a few seconds before realizing that one of the costs of the Yin Yang Robe was fluctuating emotions.

"Phew, control yourself," he took a deep breath. "Yin Yang Wanderer was a figure from the Ming Dynasty, but he's already dead. From what I currently know, the only powerful person still alive from the Ming Dynasty is Old Bangzi." He continued reading, but because it was in traditional Chinese characters, his reading speed was slower. After reading for more than ten minutes, he roughly understood the background of Yin Yang Wanderer.

He came from a sect called the "Water and Fire Sect," and the founder of the sect was a legendary immortal from the Song Dynasty. This sect had a certain status in the Central Plains, but the number of disciples was extremely small, not because the sect didn't want to recruit more disciples, but because there were too few people with the qualifications for cultivation.

Yin Yang Wanderer mentioned a concept: when the world changes, those who can succeed will prosper.

"This is similar to what the temple priest said, the secret of prospering and declining for many years," Zhang Yuanqing quickly flipped through the pages, but he couldn't find the reason for "when the world changes." He couldn't help but curse.

Yin Yang Wanderer probably didn't know the specific reason either.

In addition, Zhang Yuanqing also noticed that according to Yin Yang Wanderer's self-proclaimed identity, disciples like him who had mastered the "Ice and Fire Decision" were extremely rare in the sect, even among the elites.

"Water and fire in one body, according to the concept of Lingjing Realm, it means having two major professions. This is impossible in the Lingjing Realm. If someone in the Five Elements Alliance had the ability to possess two major professions at the same time, I would definitely have heard about it, unless it's kept secret... Is it because of cultivation that this is possible?" Zhang Yuanqing pondered while reading the Cultivation Record.

"After I mastered the Ice and Fire Decision, my cultivation gradually improved. I became renowned in the Central Plains and later ventured into the Northern Territory, rarely encountering opponents. Then I went south to challenge the masters of various sects, winning one battle after another. I heard that there was a Daoist friend at the San Dao Mountain in Songfu who could control the wind and rain, capture ghosts and demons, refine pills and make talismans. So I went to challenge him, but I was defeated miserably."

"Feeling disheartened, I returned to the sect and told my master about this. My master smiled and said, 'The same goes for my master!'"

The San Dao Mountain must be referring to the old monk. It must be, damn, is the old ladder really that powerful? If I meet him in the Lingjing Realm in the future, I have to consider what kind of kneeling posture will show sincerity.

Zhang Yuanqing gritted his teeth secretly. One second later, he suddenly realized that something was wrong and focused his gaze on the four words "The same goes for my master."

Did Yin Yang Wanderer's master mean that his master was also defeated by Old Bangzi?

Damn, the founder of the Water and Fire Sect was a figure from the Song Dynasty. If Old Bangzi took him over, it means that Old Bangzi's age is outrageous. The identity of the San Dao Mountain Goddess is just a disguise she used in her later years.

Zhang Yuanqing had to reassess Old Bangzi's strength.

As time passed, the Cultivation Record became thinner and thinner. The following content was about Yin Yang Wanderer's travels and some insights into cultivation, mixed with the essentials of breathing exercises and the distribution of meridians. Zhang Yuanqing couldn't understand it anyway.

What surprised him was that during Yin Yang Wanderer's travels, he made friends with many people from both the righteous and evil paths. Yes, friends from the evil path referred to those with evil professions. Yin Yang Wanderer's evaluation of these friends with evil professions was: bold, chivalrous, and enjoying revenge.

"Yin Yang Wanderer doesn't seem like a person with distorted values. The evil professions are like Aunt Xiao Yuan? By the way, from his life story, it seems that the righteous and evil paths are not incompatible like water and fire. Unlike the current Lingjing Realm, where opposing factions fight as soon as they meet, wanting to smash each other's brains out."

Zhang Yuanqing quickly flipped through the pages. He wasn't very interested in the travel experiences. It's worth mentioning that he obtained the Yin Yang Robe during a certain journey in an ancient tomb. Since obtaining the Yin Yang Robe, he began calling himself Yin Yang Wanderer and challenged Old Bangzi at San Dao Mountain again.

Still, he was defeated miserably.

From then on, Yin Yang Wanderer lay flat, drinking and eating meat all day, gathering friends and helping out when encountering injustices, and taking the heads of corrupt officials when encountering them. In his later years as Yin Yang Wanderer, he began to yearn for immortality, lamenting his unfortunate fate, born in an era of great changes in the world.

As he grew older, his obsession with immortality grew stronger. The Cultivation Record no longer talked about cultivation, but analyzed plans for immortality all day long.He was about to use baby blood as a catalyst to try to refine the elixir of immortality, but fortunately he stopped in time. However, his obsession with immortality became stronger. Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled.

Before, he thought that the cost of the Yin Yang Robe was not too severe. After all, everyone wants to live forever, so it wasn't a big price to pay. But now, seeing how obsessed the Yin Yang Hermit was with immortality, he realized the seriousness of the cost.

One day, the Yin Yang Hermit heard that the San Dao Mountain Goddess had transcended and was greatly stimulated. He wrote in the Taoist record: "Even the most beautiful woman cannot escape the passage of time. Alas."

After that, the Yin Yang Hermit established the Yin Yang Town and fell into an eternal dream. After reading the Taoist record, Zhang Yuanqing felt overwhelmed with information. He pinched his brow and tried to digest the information he had gained:

The Old Banger is older than the Ming Dynasty and incredibly powerful! The evil and lawful professions in the Ming Dynasty did not have a harmonious relationship, but they were not necessarily enemies. The way to improve was through cultivation, not character cards.

If it is confirmed that the Yin Yang Hermit and the Old Banger are real historical figures, then my understanding of the Ling Realm will have to change. But among the people I know, only the Old Banger is alive. No, maybe I don't need to ask them in person. I have a way to confirm it. Zhang Yuanqing temporarily put this question aside and put away the Taoist record.

Next, he planned to experience the newly learned skill, Divine Travel.

The moment this thought arose, Zhang Yuanqing became inexplicably impatient and wanted to try it immediately. No one could stop him.

In a high-end residential area in the capital of Yan Province in the north, a young man wearing a sports headband sat comfortably in a high-backed chair. Across from him was a middle-aged man whose hands and feet were bound.

Bald, beer belly, thick black hair on his chest, forehead covered in sweat, with a terrified expression, his mouth stuffed with a thick towel.

The middle-aged man kept making "mm" sounds with his mouth, his eyes filled with pleading, as weak and pitiful as a little dog.

"Splash, splash, splash." The young man smiled and said, "Look at you now, you really look like a begging dog." He got up and walked to the bed, pulling out a sharp fruit knife from his waist.

"Whimper, whimper." The middle-aged man's struggling suddenly became intense. "Be quiet, I said, listen!" The young man's pupils lit up with a crimson light. The middle-aged man immediately froze.

The young man sat on the edge of the bed, playing with the fruit knife, smiling:

"I hate killing without teaching. Before I kill you, let me tell you the reasons so that you can die with understanding.

"The first reason is accepting sexual transactions, forcing good women into prostitution. The second reason is acting as a protector for the black forces, covering up their crimes of murder. The third reason..." He spoke in a gentle tone, listing more than ten reasons.

By the time he finished speaking, the middle-aged man on the bed was already motionless.

"Is this not enough? Look, even your own conscience can't bear it." The young man patted the shoulder of the corpse and said gently, "Don't be a human being in your next life." He got up and left the bedside, came to the window, pushed it open, breathed in the night breeze, looked down at the city lights, and sighed with satisfaction:

"The world has suddenly become beautiful."

Human nature is ugly, and the world with people is filthy, so this world needs cleansing. At this moment, his phone rang.

The young man took out his phone, held it between two fingers, raised it high in front of his eyes, and used another finger to answer the call. "Yin Yue, what's up?"

"Mo Yan, are you done playing? Come back to headquarters. The Palace Master of Zhi Sha killed quite a few of us in the Northern Territory. She's very good at hiding. I need your eyes." The voice on the other end of the phone was loud and impatient. "Watch your tone!" The young man smiled and said, "You're just a god general, dare to talk to me like that?"

"I'm watching your mother's crotch!" The person on the other end of the phone became even more irritable and cursed loudly, "None of you Four Great Heavenly Kings are at headquarters. The number one idiot is always shouting for freedom and can't find anyone. The second-ranked one actually told me to send a challenge to the Palace Master of Zhi Sha. If she doesn't fight, he won't make a move?

"The third-ranked one happened to enter the Ling Realm. We Eight Great Gods can kill that bitch, but we can't find her!" The young man scratched his head. "I see. Okay, you know my rules. Give me a reason to kill her first."

"Do you need a reason to kill someone?" "No, you don't."

"When she was hunting down members of our organization, she accidentally injured two civilians. Does that count?" "Yes! I'll go kill her now."

"You're a fucking lunatic. Are you in the lawful camp or the evil camp? No, all four of you are fucking lunatics." Yin Yue God General cursed for a while, then changed the subject and said, "Li Xianzong is dead!"

"Hmm?" Mo Yan, the Demon Eye Heavenly King, raised an eyebrow, his smile disappearing from his face. "What happened?" "He encountered Yuan Shi Tian Zun in the instance and was killed."

"I see." Mo Yan, the Demon Eye Heavenly King, smiled again, his mouth curling up. "After I kill the Palace Master of Zhi Sha, I'll go to Songhai to gather reasons to kill Yuan Shi Tian Zun." Zhang Yuanqing floated up, less than ten centimeters from the ceiling, and looked down. His physical body lay quietly on the bed, without breath or heartbeat.

"If I don't return in twenty minutes, my physical body will die completely."Zhang Yuanqing had an epiphany and swiftly floated out of his room, passing through the wall into the living room. His current state was peculiar, as if floating and controlling objects were innate abilities. This meant that he could use tools to fight while in his spiritual form, such as wielding a knife or firing a gun. Moreover, the power of the spirit was the power of the moon, he could still perform and howl at the moon, but he could no longer open his inventory. However, his overall strength was somewhat weaker than his physical form. The advantage was that his spiritual form was immune to physical damage, but was extremely vulnerable to "mental" attacks.

During his contemplation, Zhang Yuanqing floated into his grandparents' bedroom. The two elders were already dreaming. He changed his course, crashed into the wall, and arrived in his aunt's bedroom.

By the window with pink curtains, his aunt stood in a thin nightgown, silently gazing at the night view. Her black lace bra, of no small size, was discarded on the bedside table.

Jiang Yujie tilted her head slightly, then suddenly stretched her waist and muttered, "Alright, time to sleep." Zhang Yuanqing watched her crawl into bed, close her eyes, her face peaceful and beautiful, round and obedient.

He wondered which man would be able to see this sleeping face every day. He examined his aunt's sleeping face and thought, spirits can possess bodies, should he try possessing his aunt? On second thought, experimenting on family didn't seem right. He immediately dove into the ceiling and arrived at the house of the residents downstairs.

The residents downstairs were a young couple living with their parents. As soon as Zhang Yuanqing passed through the ceiling, he heard the creaking of a rocking bed, along with the not-so-obvious sounds of collision under the thin quilt.

Following the sound, he saw two intertwined bodies.

Well, this was not the right time to possess someone. He, who was watching the scene, had no choice but to give up. At this moment, he heard the collision sound intensify, then subside. The rising and falling quilt also stopped. Then came a woman's complaint, "Why so fast again?"

"I've been a bit tired from working overtime these days."

"You said the same thing last time."

"Ah, so annoying, let's sleep, we have to work tomorrow."

Brother, you need a lasting spray to regain your confidence as a man. We live upstairs and downstairs, I'll give you a 20% discount. Zhang Yuanqing floated up in his spiritual form, returned to his aunt's room, this time, he clearly entered the house next door, his uncle's house, and arrived in the master bedroom.

Yi Ming and his wife were not sleeping. One was watching a variety show with a face mask on, the other was watching a rap video on his phone, occasionally rapping along.

"Look at Yuan, eating a hot bun, looking so silly." Uncle's head suddenly drooped, then immediately picked up again, looking at his wife, he solemnly said:

"I think, we should be nicer to Yuan."

Auntie's eyes never left the tablet, she said, "Aren't we already nice to him?"

"I mean financially, we should give him more pocket money. Although my mother gives him money, we, as his uncle and aunt, should also give more." "Oh, then I'll give him a few thousand every month." Auntie said indifferently.

"Auntie is so nice. Ah no, wife is so nice."

Auntie's attention was not on Uncle, she didn't notice the slip of the tongue, watching the variety show, she disdainfully said:

"Your big sister, all these years she only knows how to make money. When has she ever cared about Yuan? She never attends parent-teacher meetings, never cares about his studies. This fatherless child is bullied at school every day, she doesn't care, you have to go to the school to make a fuss. She thinks she's great just because she throws money at her son, pah, her money is nothing." Uncle looked embarrassed, "You should say less."

After all, she is my mother.

Auntie sighed:

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"Look at Yuan these years, he'd rather dance with you than take her money. When he first came, he was only in elementary school, so cautious. Whenever you were not around, he would try to please me. He was afraid that I would dislike him and he wouldn't be able to live at home.

"He was also very cautious with your parents. He wasn't close to his grandparents at that time, and he learned to live under others' roofs at a young age. Hmm, I remember Yuer was like this when she was young, so the two of them have been close since they were young."

After saying this, she saw her husband's eyes dim.

"This is not like you." Auntie noticed something was wrong and thought, at this time, you should make a joke, like: With me as his uncle, it's the same whether he has a mother or not, it's all the same! "Let's sleep!"

Uncle put down his phone and pulled up the quilt.

The next day, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a mask and a duckbill cap, arrived at his workplace.

Upon reaching the second floor, he glanced at the office area and went straight to Guan Ya, saying, "Sister Guan Ya, I have a question."

Guan Ya had already used the diluted life essence to heal the injuries she had received in the instance. She twirled her ballpoint pen with nimble fingers and smiled, "Do girls prefer it longer or shorter? Or, thicker or thinner?"

Zhang Yuanqing helplessly said, "Don't be like this, I'm still a child."

Guan Ya blinked, "Did I say anything? I thought you were asking about high heels." Zhang Yuanqing coughed, bringing the topic back on track, saying:

"I heard from Xie Lingxi that the ancestor of the Xiahou family was one of the first spirit walkers? How long did he live? When did the first spirit walkers appear?"