The little comic's ability is to steal a target's specific function? Last time, it was Auntie's sense of smell and taste—now it's Uncle's ability to speak? Zhang Yuanqing, pretending to cough, was genuinely surprised. Could this little comic also steal a specific ability from a regular person? And even more so, could it steal a function from a spiritual realm traveler? If so, this little spiritual servant would be truly valuable. At that moment, Uncle finally caught on, recalling his own performance—his face turned crimson, filled with both confusion and embarrassment. Ha! Uncle, I never knew you could be flustered too… Zhang Yuanqing silently chuckled, noticing the infant spirit riding on Uncle's neck seemed to be draining him heavily, growing drowsy. "This… this is just a playful bit—I suddenly remembered how Yuanzi used to look as a child, and couldn't help but imitate him." Uncle, truly a seasoned veteran with decades of experience, had a thick face like a city wall—quickly shifting the blame onto his nephew. Zhang Yuanqing was caught off guard. "A man of his age, how could he possibly be embarrassed?" "Grandma scolded angrily. "Mom, I'm still a child," said Uncle with a cheerful smile. "I'll always be your child." "Get out! Get out!" Grandma looked dismissive. After dinner, Uncle and his family returned to the apartment across the street. Zhang Yuanqing went early to the bathroom to freshen up, asked his sister not to disturb him in the evening, and then headed to his bedroom. He needed to get up early tomorrow to meet Li Dongze at the office and report on the infant spirit matter, so he had to sleep early. Nevertheless, before that, he intended to win over this little one. Zhang Yuanqing sat cross-legged on the bed, the lovable little one curled up sleeping in his arms, sucking gently on one of his big thumbs. The continuous, flowing energy of the Yin essence seeped into the infant spirit, nourishing it. As described in the post, once the spirit servant was successfully cultivated, the spirit would remain in existence as long as the Yin energy was regularly fed to it. Zhang Yuanqing had essentially found a ready-made treasure. "This little one still seems rather dim right now—I'm not sure if its intelligence will improve in the future..." Zhang Yuanqing calmed his emotions, drew upon the power of the Yin Moon, and a thick, viscous black light surged from his eyes, gradually replacing the iris and sclera, filling his entire eye sockets. "Hmm..." He exhaled a soft, pale black mist that enveloped the infant spirit, then opened his mouth again, drawing it into his abdomen. Instantly, Zhang Yuanqing sensed a new consciousness within him—a faint, inactive one. Following the method outlined in the scroll, he then activated the Yin Moon energy, repeatedly washing and refining this consciousness, imprinting his own essence upon it, so that it would accept his power and become his spiritual servant. This process lasted for several seconds before suddenly, his spirit settled into a vast, dark, formless space—warm, serene, like sleeping in his mother's arms. His spirit had merged with the infant spirit's "body," temporarily uniting with it. "The entries all speak the truth: the master can shape the consciousness and capabilities of the spirit servants, and briefly command their 'bodies.'" After initially adapting to this "body," Zhang Yuanqing naturally discovered a new innate talent—something as natural as being born with it. This talent is called "Exchange," whereby one can trade certain aspects of oneself for certain aspects of the target. For instance, one might exchange their own sense of taste for the target's taste, or their own language for the target's language—each exchange taking exactly three seconds. Thus, Auntie lost her sense of taste, and Uncle began to speak in infantile coos. However, this exchange does not have to be strictly equivalent; one could trade in some less valuable, underdeveloped abilities for the target's more precious ones. Yet, since the infant spirit is so young and cognitively limited, it cannot perform such refined operations. It can only conduct equivalent exchanges, which are randomly activated upon physical contact. The condition for skill activation is direct touch. If Zhang Yuanqing were to operate it himself, he could achieve the fine maneuver of trading in underdeveloped abilities for the target's masterful techniques. Moreover, the current exchange capabilities of the infant spirit are limited to physical abilities—skills cannot be exchanged, at least not yet. Finally, as the host, Zhang Yuanqing can still transfer negative states such as injuries and control to the spirit servant, allowing the spirit servant to share the burden. "Now I finally understand why the Night-Wanderer Spirit is one of the top-tier professions—indeed, incredibly strong," Zhang Yuanqing mused quietly. He brought his consciousness back to his body. "Ee-eh…" The infant spirit moved its short legs, crawled to his side, and gently nudged his hand with its sparse downy head, aiming to suck on his thumb. It could eat. "No, this is where you take in your nourishment," Zhang Yuanqing pointed to his chest. The infant spirit tilted its head, blinked at him in a dazed, endearing manner, and after a moment, finally grasped his meaning, obediently crawling toward his chest. "You're a complete fool!" Zhang Yuanqing swallowed it whole and absorbed it into his body. … The next morning, Zhang Yuanqing woke up and went to the bathroom to freshen up. As he picked up his toothbrush, he paused and exhaled a stream of cool, Yin energy—immediately, the tiny spirit of the infant appeared on the bathroom counter. Nourished by the power of the Yin, it looked lively and vibrant, its pure, innocent eyes gazing at Zhang Yuanqing with fresh curiosity. "Here's a little life tip for you," he said. "This is your toothbrush. My host and I are about to brush our teeth. Now, listen closely: toothbrush, brush teeth, use the toothbrush to brush teeth..." Since this little spirit wasn't merely an unconscious entity, it would grow over time, and as it grew, Zhang would need to help shape its values—become a upright, law-abiding ghost, one who refuses gambling and addiction. The spirit tilted its head, looking at him with bewilderment. "Toothbrush, brush teeth, use the toothbrush to brush teeth—say it quickly with me..." "???" Zhang Yuanqing held on for a moment, then lost his resolve and temporarily abandoned his teaching plans, because he couldn't tell whether he himself—or Xiao Dubei—was the more incompetent of the two. After finishing his washing-up, his phone rang. It was Li Dongze. "Hey, what's up?" "Yuanshi, come by this morning—we have something that needs your cooperation." "What is it?" "The Night-Wandering God from Taimei Gate has a question for you. The specifics, we'll go over when you arrive." Why is the Night-Wandering God from Taimei Gate contacting me? Has he taken notice of my extraordinary talent and wants to recruit me? If so, he should have approached me privately. "Alright, Shi Chang," Zhang Yuanqing said, hanging up. He was just about to head to the office to report on the incident involving the infant spirits. After breakfast, he carried his backpack, pretending to be a student, left the residential complex, and took a taxi directly to the Public Security Bureau, entering the double-glazed building. As soon as he reached the door of Li Dongze's office, he heard a hearty laugh coming from inside: "Oh, God, this is the best joke I've ever heard." "Here's another one—do you know Zhao队长? Yes, the one who always ends up in the wrong women's restroom. When he first became a nocturnal wanderer, he once swallowed seven female spirit forms in one go, and ever since, he's developed the habit of sitting down to urinate—something he's never managed to shake off over the years." "Hahahaha, God, this is the best joke I've ever heard—my previous one doesn't count." "Well, I know quite a few secrets about nocturnal wanderers. I'll tell you all about them later, but you have to promise not to share them. After all, we're not exactly the gossip crowd, are we?" Clang! Zhang Yuanqing knocked on the glass door. The conversation inside instantly ceased, and Li Dongze's calm voice said, "Please come in." As Zhang pushed the door open, he saw Li Dongze sitting on the guest sofa, drinking with a man dressed in a black suit and wearing a black shirt. The man dressed entirely in black had a decent appearance, with pale, slender features and a subtle air of nobility. "Here comes our outstanding new recruit," Li Dongze smiled, gesturing with his eyes and saying, "There's cola in the refrigerator—help yourselves." When Zhang Yuanqing opened the bottle and took a sip, Li Dongze introduced: "Yuan Ting, team leader of the Taiyuan Division stationed in Kangyang District, a Third-Rank Night-Wanderer—among the elite of our official elite cadre." As a top-tier professional class, Third-Rank Night-Wanderers were among the most distinguished in the Transcendent Realm. "Indeed, a striking figure—Brilliant Senior Li must have been mistaken," Yuan Ting remarked, shaking hands with Zhang Yuanqing. Zhang Yuanqing, however, beamed with genuine warmth: "Ever since I saw Yuan Captain, I've felt like I've met a family member—there's an immediate sense of familiarity. Is this perhaps the sense of belonging shared among Night-Wanderers?" With an outsider present, Zhang Yuanqing temporarily set aside the matter of his infant spirit. Yuan Ting was momentarily taken aback, "I Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized: "It's because Director Yuan has given me a warm, personal impression—this is truly Director Yuan's personal charm." Hearing this, Yuan Ting couldn't help but smile warmly; the young man really knew how to speak. Then it struck him—this was actually Li Dongze's subordinate—and he felt a wave of regret: "Brilliant, Senior Sun is so clueless!" Observing the mutual glances between the two, Li Dongze cleared his throat and said seriously, "Today Director Yuan is here to discuss official matters." He then turned to Yuan Ting and asked, "Shall we meet in my office, or in the conference room across the way?" Yuan Ting replied, "Let's go to the conference room." As he spoke, he picked up the file folder on the glass desk, nodded to Zhang Yuanqing, and smiled, saying, "Let me have a private conversation with you." A one-on-one meeting? From the tone of the young man's attitude, it seemed he wasn't looking to recruit me—what exactly was going on? "Certainly!" Zhang Yuanqing didn't hesitate. "I'd like to go to the restroom first." Yuan Ting nodded and stepped out of the office first. Zhang Yuanqing turned his head toward the office area, glanced at Wang Tai who was intently writing a scholarly paper, and deliberately ignored him, walking over to Guan Ya’s desk with a light-hearted tone. "The beauty strategy didn’t materialize—we ended up with the night wanderer from Tai Men instead." Guan Ya held her cup of water, smiling gently. "That means it wasn’t a beauty strategy after all. Well, Scorpio’s today’s fortune is quite good, though when speaking with colleagues or superiors, you’ll need to be especially careful—otherwise, things might swing dramatically." She wore a white shirt and short skirt, her long hair freshly styled with soft waves, elegant and modern. Her oval face shone with vibrant charm, lightly made up, enhanced further by her mixed-race appeal. Zhang Yuanqing teased, "For instance, when you were trying to court me, I was firm and resolute in my refusal—wouldn’t that make our friendship boat capsize at a moment’s notice?" "Not at all. You won’t refuse, because you’re a Scorpio," Guan Ya said seriously. You’re enough! If you keep being this darkly Scorpio, I’m going Yet, he received the hint he desired and immediately turned, hurrying to the door of the conference room and gently tapping the glass door. "Please come in!" Yuan Ting responded from within.