Zhang Yuanqing's feelings at the moment couldn't be described in words, but if they had to be, it would be frustration!

The Taiyi Sect hasn't given up on finding the successor of the Demon Lord. Are they really that determined to find the successor of the Demon Lord?

What should I do? Transfer the White Tiger in my mind to Xiaodoubi? No, Xiaodoubi can't handle the pressure of the White Tiger and would be destroyed on the spot. Should I lay my cards on the table? Take a gamble!

Fu Qingyang's feelings towards me? If it were Guan Ya sitting there, it might be possible.

Fu Qingyang must have suspected me when manipulating the unfairness of the heavens. He didn't say anything at the time, but was holding back, waiting for the Tiger Token to arrive. But that doesn't make sense. With his "keen eyes" and tools, even without the Tiger Token, he could make me reveal the truth.

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 White Tiger in his sea of consciousness, struggling 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 the size of beans rolled down his forehead. Fu Qingyang looked at him with deep eyes. "You what?"

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

Zhang Yuanqing's heart exploded with fear, and his spiritual body trembled. Just as he was about to confess his identity and reveal that he was the successor of the Demon Lord, suddenly, a pure and powerful Taiyin force surged from the depths of his sea of consciousness.

This force, like a bursting flood, washed over his spiritual body, and finally, deep in his sea of consciousness, it condensed into a huge black crescent moon.

Under the hazy and illusory moonlight, the crescent moon enveloped Zhang Yuanqing's spiritual body, and he felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and relaxation, as if he were a baby returning to the womb.

A miraculous thing happened. Zhang Yuanqing looked at the White Tiger with hanging eyes again, and it still exuded a majestic and terrifying aura, instilling genuine fear in people, but the pressure that made his soul tremble had disappeared. No, it didn't disappear. It was shielded by the brilliance of the black crescent moon.

Feeling the Taiyin force from the "sky," stemming from the instinct of the Night God, Zhang Yuanqing intuitively understood the essence of the black crescent moon. It symbolized yin, it symbolized secrecy!

Is this the power of the character card? Can it counter the power of rule-based items? It's not just a simple reward for clearing a dungeon. The Taiyi Sect went to great lengths to find the successor of the Demon Lord for a reason. There are hidden secrets here that I don't know about, and Zhang Yuanqing was secretly surprised.

At this moment, he had completely freed himself from the intimidation of the Tiger Token, but on the surface, he still appeared genuinely fearful, as if he were on the brink of an abyss.

Under Fu Qingyang's increasingly fierce gaze, Zhang Yuanqing's voice continued to tremble. "I am not the successor of the Demon Lord." When he said this, Zhang Yuanqing inwardly observed the reaction of the White Tiger with hanging eyes in his sea of consciousness. It maintained its majestic posture, unmoving.

Conceal, conceal it? Zhang Yuanqing almost breathed a sigh of relief, but considering that Fu Qingyang had not removed the Tiger Token, he forced himself to hold back. Fu Qingyang waited for a few seconds as usual, and seeing no abnormality, his cold and serious expression suddenly softened. He clenched his fingers, and the Tiger Token disappeared, returning to the inventory. Only then did Zhang Yuanqing lean back, slumping into the high-backed chair, breathing heavily.

Fu Qingyang stood up, walked to the recording device, and turned it off.

Returning to the table, he gave Zhang Yuanqing nearly ten minutes to recover, until his breathing had returned to normal and his complexion was no longer pale. Fu Qingyang spoke, "Next, we will have a private conversation."

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

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

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

"The White Tiger Guard is my organization, with independent benefits separate from the official ones. A monthly salary of one hundred thousand, and a house in a prime location in a first or second-tier city worth no less than twenty million."

"In addition, there will be a club dedicated to serving the White Tiger Guard. You can contact them for any needs, whether it's buying luxury goods, luxury cars, or any other qualified needs."

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread.com".

"Including the women in black stockings that you like, the club will find a bunch for you."

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned, and 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, which is that my orders take precedence over the Five Elements Alliance," Fu Qingyang said calmly.

"In ancient terms, the White Tiger Guard is my brother and my private army. Of course, officially, we are a subordinate faction of the White Tiger Army. The other side has given too much. Zhang Yuanqing no longer hesitated and said loudly, "I am willing to serve the Centurion to the death!"

Obviously, Fu Qingyang wanted to cultivate him as part of his core team, and personal courage was not very meaningful in climbing the power pyramid of the official organization. This noble and aloof young master, although arrogant and cold, was worthy of his noble family background. Zhang Yuanqing guessed this in his heart, but still asked, "Why does the Centurion want to 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 to pass a comprehensive physical examination," Fu Qingyang said."Of course, even if Elder Dog didn't say it, I would still recruit you. Among all the geniuses I've observed, you are the one I admire the most."

With that, the young master of the Fu family looked proud and aloof, like a young king pointing the way:

"There are many geniuses in this world, but in my eyes, most of them are trash. Ling Jun is a genius, but too lazy and can't accomplish anything. Guan Ya is a genius, but lacks the heart of a strong person and is content to go with the flow, so she's also trash. Jiang Jingwei has extremely high talent, but all she thinks about is fighting. She cultivates because she likes to fight, not because she is diligent and ambitious, so she's still trash. The female marshal of the White Tiger Army has talent that is despairingly strong, but her efforts don't match her talent, so she's also trash.

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked and frightened to hear this. He thought to himself, 'This is not something you should say, it could cost you your head if it reaches the emperor's ears.' But the person behind the desk was cold and aloof, as if he were the supreme ruler above all.

Fu Qingyang continued, "Yuanshi, you are different from them. You have a deeper inner world, a more sophisticated appearance, and a more diligent spirit than others your age. This is the conclusion I have come to after observing you. The reports from the three S-level instances let me know that you have the resilience to become braver in adversity, which is very similar to me." "Such qualities are more important than talent."

"Similar to me? Well, thank you for your favor, Father?" Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but want to ridicule.

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

Thinking back to what had just been said, and Fu Qingyang's later rise to power, Zhang Yuanqing began to understand why this proud young master favored him so much. "Thank you for nurturing me," Zhang Yuanqing quickly expressed his gratitude and flattery.

Leaving the Tang family hospital, Zhang Yuanqing did not take Li Dongze's car, and left alone, using the excuse of having classes at school. He walked along the busy street, thinking repeatedly about two things: the black moon.

"I remember Yuan Ting said that when a Spirit Realm practitioner dies, the character card will be formatted, but for higher-level Spirit Realm practitioners, the formatting is difficult to complete, so some special abilities will be left behind.

"But is this power too much? It can resist high-level rule-like items, it is definitely a high-level power, so it should not be possible to retain it. Perhaps this is the reason why the Taiyi Sect is desperately looking for the successor of the Demon Lord?"

"Or is it part of the reason?"

"This is also a good thing. It's better to gradually uncover the veil of the character card than to be completely unaware of anything. Unfortunately, I can't control that power. I can't even sense its existence. The instinct of the Night Wanderer tells me that it is the source of the Taiyin, symbolizing secrecy.

1. An old headache.

With this comprehensive physical examination, he realized that his chronic headache was not ordinary. In the past, he didn't think deeply about his headaches because, as an ordinary college student, he had limited abilities and could do nothing about it.

After becoming a Spirit Realm practitioner, he wondered if there was a "doctor" profession in the Spirit Realm, but at that time his level was low, his position was low, and his authority was insufficient. In addition, the frequency of his illness had been alleviated, so he didn't care so much.

I have to ask my mom 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 half a year.

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

"Mom, where did you buy that special medicine of mine?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.

"Why are you suddenly asking about this? Is the medicine running out?" Although he couldn't see the other person, from the sound, Zhang Yuanqing could imagine his mother's frowning expression.

"The medicine isn't running out, I just want to know." Zhang Yuanqing said expressionlessly, with a cold and indifferent tone, unlike his usual lively and enthusiastic self.

"That medicine was bought by me from a business partner abroad. Didn't I tell you at the time? This medicine hasn't been released yet, it's still in the research and development stage. If your health hadn't been getting worse, I wouldn't have given you this medicine. I didn't expect it to really work."

"Which foreign company?"

"Child, don't ask so many questions. Don't let the existence of this medicine be known to others. This is a trade secret." His mother said impatiently, then realized that her tone was inappropriate, and said softly, "Mom will be back in China for the New Year at the end of the year. What gift do you want?"

"No need." Zhang Yuanqing refused.

There was silence on the other end for a moment, then a certain compromise was made, "I remember that friend will be visiting the mainland this year to inspect the market. If you really want to know, ask him. Mom will speak for you."

"Okay!" Zhang Yuanqing made a sound in his nasal cavity.

"Then I'll hang up, Mom has a meeting."

She was always like this, always busy, always hating inefficient communication: anything and anyone, including her own child, was less important than her career. Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone.

He put his phone back in his pocket and walked for a while, feeling depressed, when the phone rang again.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately reached for his phone and saw that it was Xie Lingxi calling.

The hope in his eyes disappeared instantly, and he answered the phone in a bad mood, "You have thirty seconds to finish, there are only ladies in black stockings and long legs on my side, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

"Does Yuanshi gege like black stockings? I can wear them for you to see." Xie Lingxi's voice was sweet.Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a moment, then shook his head in refusal: "No, you don't have to. You look better in a sailor uniform, cough cough, I'm just talking nonsense. I don't really want to see you in a sailor uniform. Just get to the point."

"The palace master sister has returned, and she wants to see you," Xie Lingxi's voice lowered, "Her condition seems off. It's not convenient to discuss over the phone, just come over."

The crazy one is back? Hmm, she's been to the north for almost ten days now. Zhang Yuanqing stopped in his tracks and hailed a taxi at the roadside.

Hua Yu Hotel.

Led by a female assistant, Zhang Yuanqing took the elevator to the floor where the presidential suite was located. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he saw Xie Lingxi standing prettily at the elevator entrance, having waited for quite some time. "Brother Yuanqing~"

The little green tea girl automatically stepped forward, squeezing past the female assistant, and latched onto his arm with the demeanor of a docile younger sister.

"What does the palace master want with me?" he asked in a low voice.

Xie Lingxi shook her head slightly: "The palace master sister is seriously injured. She's in my room and said she needs to see you immediately. You should hurry over."

"Seriously injured? I remember that the musician profession in the Spirit Realm is like a healer, capable of producing life essence. How badly must she be hurt? What level of bewitching demon has attacked her? But why does she insist on seeing me even when she's injured?"

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