How come this kid is once again heading straight for his aunt? Zhang Yuanqing wanted to scream. He once again lowered the brim of his hat, glancing sideways at the ever-entertaining little duffer. Yingling moved with a clumsy yet agile grace, quickly approaching Jiang Yubei and then opening her arms to grasp the girl’s legs, swinging herself up and hanging there. What on earth—why does it seem so fond of Aunt Jiang? Zhang Yuanqing paused, his expression growing increasingly complex. Jiang Yubei was completely unaware, chatting with Guan Ya with ease. "Didn't your husband come with you?" "He's still in college." "Ah, a college student? My nephew is also a college student, but he still hasn't found anyone." "Is that so?" "Indeed, indeed. He's such a disappointment!" ...Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself: You've been working and graduated two years ago—still single, haven't you? Who do you think you're looking down on? At that moment, he saw the little comic character slide down from his aunt's leg, settle on the ground with his head tilted, as if trying to discern something. Then, it quickly crawled toward the deeper part of the corridor and paused at one of the outpatient offices. Zhang Yuanqing felt a sudden spark of insight, stepped forward silently, and followed without making a sound. After the little comic had crawled into the outpatient room, waiting a few seconds, Zhang Yuanqing casually walked over, pretending to have just passed by. The office door was slightly ajar, and at the desk sat a young doctor in a white coat. His facial features were soft and refined, exuding a pleasant scholarly grace. He was standing straight, fully focused, sensing something intently. The little comic climbed onto the desk and began playing to itself. It was him—Zhang Yuanqing, as the host, sensed a special closeness between the little comic and this person. Combined with the young doctor's subtle body language, he initially concluded that the doctor in the room was the spiritual traveler secretly cultivating a spiritual servant. Zhang Yuanqing didn't disturb the other person, simply turned and left, arriving at the waiting hall where he then dialed Guan Ya's phone. The phone rang twice before Guan Ya hung up. A moment later, the mixed-race woman with long, graceful legs stepped out. "I've found out the ghostly rumors started half a month ago, and the number won't be large. We'll directly retrieve outpatient medical records, and then obtain a list of staff from the obstetrics and gynecology department..." Zhang Yuanqing said softly, "I've identified my target." "So quickly?" Guan Ya's expression immediately grew serious. "Who?" "An obstetrics and gynecology doctor. His name tag reads Wang Qian, and his office is the fourth one on the right side of the corridor." Zhang Yuanqing asked, "What should we do next?" Guan Ya paused for a few seconds, then said, "I'll first investigate him to assess his depth, and then decide whether to call Chief Shi for backup." Zhang Yuanqing inquired, "How do you plan to assess his depth?" “There’s something off about the way you’re speaking,” Old Si Ji smiled, then a soft glow of white light shimmered in her eyes as she studied Zhang Yuanqing. “Your physical condition is solid—your qi is strong, and your Taiyin energy is quite robust, roughly equivalent to a mid-level first-tier cultivator. You’re currently feeling curious, cautious, and slightly antagonistic, but not toward me.” Seeing Zhang Yuanqing gradually open his mouth in surprise, Guan Ya chuckled. “Insight is a first-tier scout’s skill. I can perceive my opponent’s general level, but only up to the Transcendent Realm.” “If I don’t show up within ten seconds, you come over. If I appear within ten seconds, we’ll call for backup.” She put on her glasses, straightened her posture, and walked back toward the obstetrics ward. Zhang Yuanqing watched her enter the consultation room and silently counted to ten. When Guan Ya still hadn’t emerged, he lowered the brim of his hat and began to move. Upon returning to the consultation room, he found Guan Ya sitting across from a young doctor, discussing pre-conception wellness with her. "You... " At the sight of Zhang Yuanqing returning and closing the door to the outpatient room, the young doctor furrowed his brow. Guan Ya crossed her arms, smiling, "We are the Five Elements Alliance. Members of the Second Squad of the Kangyang District Spiritual Travelers. You are suspected of illegally creating a spiritual servant. Please cooperate with our investigation." The young doctor frowned, his gaze sweeping over the two of them, and declared firmly, "I don't know what you're talking about. Please don't interfere with my work; otherwise, I'll consider filing a complaint." As he spoke, he stood up and walked toward the door, calling out, "Don't block the entrance—I still have patients." Seeing the other approach, Zhang Yuanqing subtly tensed his muscles, ready to enter his nocturnal mode at any moment. Though he wasn't worried, he knew that Guan Ya's presence indicated she had assessed the young doctor's strength and concluded that with just the two of them, they could handle the situation. Zhang Yuanqing had already prepared himself for the other’s resistance… but at that moment, he saw the young doctor expressing sorrow, singing in a low, melancholy tone: “Recalling all the twists and turns we’ve gone through—only we two truly understand them. You say you’re tired. Can you just let me go?” Hearing the mournful song, Zhang Yuanqing felt an indescribable sense of sadness, weariness, helplessness, and fading enthusiasm. What good is this persistent struggle? Why not let go? So he quietly stepped aside, no longer blocking the doorway. Guan Ya, at the office desk, suddenly rose, twisted her waist, spun around, and swept her legs with precision—her high heels clicking steadily. Thud! The young doctor, who had just been about to retreat, was struck squarely in the side by a powerful, wind-whipping leg sweep, gasping and flying backward, crashing into the wall. He clutched his ribs, pale-faced, and collapsed to the ground. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly became clear-minded, free from his sadness and weariness. What was I thinking? Why do I no longer feel drawn to a man who is tired He looked utterly bewildered. "Oh, so you're a musician," said Guan Ya, smiling politely but without warmth. "You're not only suspected of illegally creating spiritual servants, and you've refused arrest—using your spiritual abilities to confront our official spiritual practitioners..." She glanced at Zhang Yuanqing and added, "causing significant psychological trauma to our official personnel. We are now formally arresting you." The young doctor clutched his severely wounded ribs, his face pale. "You cannot arrest me. I am from Zhishai Palace. Zhishai Palace and the Wu Xing Alliance have always operated independently—without interference. You cannot arbitrarily arrest me." Guan Ya furrowed her brows, her expression serious. Zhang Yuanqing asked softly, "Zhishai Palace?" "Zhishai Palace is a local group of spiritual practitioners in Songhai, independent of the official structure. Its head is a high-level spiritual practitioner," explained Guan Ya. "The palace's head has signed a mutual non-intrusion agreement with our branch. Therefore, the Wu Xing Alliance cannot arbitrarily arrest or handle members of Zhishai Palace." The people in this organization are all quite passionate, constantly chanting the slogans of "ending wars through war" and "ending killings through killings." The Master of the Palace is especially eccentric—so long as they behave themselves, our senior management at the branch are willing to make concessions and maintain harmony. "You cannot humiliate our Palace Master." The young physician spoke with quiet anger. "The precondition for mutual non-interference is that you remain well-behaved. Since you've committed a violation of law, no one will be able to save you." Guan Ya's face was as cold as winter frost, her gaze sharp and determined. At this moment, she was no longer just the seasoned officer who only knew how to drive—she had transformed into a strict, resolute enforcer. "No, I have not committed any violation. I have not crafted any spiritual servants," Wang Qian said calmly, defending himself. He sat down on the ground, refusing to rise, fearing the rough treatment from the two official spiritual realm travelers. "Shall I give you a hint about that child?" Zhang Yuan said with a cool, composed smile. He was already calculating how to handle this individual—should he prove to be a particularly troublesome spiritual realm If it only involves cultivating spiritual attendants, then it will be handled according to the established procedures of the Five Elements Alliance, and I will strive to resolve the matter myself. Yet he had a lingering question: through his brief observation as he passed by, it seemed that this person could sense the infant spirit, but could not actually see it. Upon hearing the word "child," Wang Qian's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly realized: "Ah, so this is the reason—your misunderstanding is understandable. I have never cultivated spiritual attendants. I am merely a musician, lacking the ability to cultivate them. That child was an unexpected occurrence." "An unexpected occurrence?" "Yes. He—he is my sister's child." Zhang Yuanqing and Guan Ya exchanged glances. Zhang Yuanqing grew furious: "You even didn't spare your own niece?" Zhang Yuanqing's words seemed to have stirred up anger in Wang Qian, who spoke with growing emotion: "No, I said it was unexpected." "About half a month ago, my sister fell at home, with the amniotic sac rupturing, bleeding, and the fetus inside injured. She was already seven months pregnant, so the hospital immediately performed a cesarean section, but the baby's condition was not promising... To save the child, I requested a specific item from the organization, hoping that the power of the item could help rescue my nephew who had not yet been born. However, despite our efforts, he still passed away. By chance, that very item granted him spiritual strength, making him a special spirit. Being inexperienced and lacking in insight, Zhang Yuanqing turned to Guan Ya and glanced at her. The mixed-race beauty thought for a moment and nodded: "The profession of a musician does indeed have nurturing abilities—I've seen this mentioned in some records, though not as a supernatural-level skill." Since it's not a supernatural-level ability, that's why he needed to apply for an item from the organization, Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself. The young doctor whispered, "You came because you heard the ghostly tales, didn't you? Because of this object, the spirit has never faded—it lingers day after day in the hospital. He's still young and knows little. He doesn't even realize he's a spirit himself. He longs for someone to notice him, and instinctively leans toward older women. As a result, people with weakened qi occasionally sense his presence." No one could see it, no one paid any attention to it. Had it simply been passing its days in solitude all along? Carefully pondering Wang Qian's words, Zhang Yuanqing found everything perfectly coherent. That was precisely why the hospital was haunted—why the infant spirit followed the aunt who had absorbed the nocturnal deity's essence and moved back home. It was inherently unclaimed, and the musician uncle could not control the spirit. Zhang Yuanqing turned to Guan Ya and asked for her opinion. Guan Ya nodded slightly. Spies could detect some clumsy lies, but Wang Qian's statements were flawless—there was no deception. Guan Ya asked, "What is your sister's name?" "Wang Qian." "Please produce your ID." After verifying Wang Qian's ID, Guan Ya returned it to him and said, "We will verify your sister's situation and report it to the organization, requesting that they contact Zhishik Palace to confirm your account. We will call you again within 24 hours. In the meantime, we kindly ask that you remain at Songhai." Wang Qian exhaled, giving a slight nod. Guan Ya immediately asked for Wang's phone number and then took Zhang Yuanqing away. Zhang Yuanqing subtly guided the little clumsy one along with them, and when they reached the obstetrics department, he used the excuse of going to the restroom—to bring him back into his body. "Guan Ya beamed with delight, saying, 'Wang Tai, could you please check the records of the staff members at Zhishi Palace for me?' A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing began typing rapidly, having learned from Guan Ya many of the essential techniques of report writing—particularly the art of avoiding depth and filling pages with unnecessary details. Li Dongze, upon a quick glance, would lose interest in reading further. The enslavement of spiritual bodies was indeed illegal, but Xiao Dubei, being a more intelligent and lively spirit, was quite different from the dull, mentally stagnant ones who merely retained residual spiritual energy. To extinguish him would be to extinguish life itself. Zhang Yuanqing therefore decided to keep the infant spirit and nurture him carefully. Throughout the morning and afternoon, Zhang Yuanqing immersed himself in learning about the spiritual realm, the characteristics of various professions, and the profiles of both evil and official organizations. Meanwhile, he engaged in constant, flowing conversations with Guan Ya, which made the elder Si Ji particularly happy—since Yuan Shi, unlike Wang Tai, was far from dull. Wang Tai, on the other hand, found the constant noise and chatter quite frustrating. As the workday drew near its close, Zhang The matter at Pingai Hospital is settled, and I've already sent the task report to your email. "Are you at the office?" Li Dongze directly skipped over the task report. "Yes, I'm just about to head home." "Stay a while—I'll send a driver to pick you up. I have something to ask you."