GRMFBS CH47

Qin Shihuang actually asked him for money…

Pfft! No, this Tianshi was the real deal!

Zhan Yan, slightly dazed, chatted with the Tianshi.

She was calm and warm, sharing plenty about the supernatural world, asking if he’d felt unwell from digging into so much info tied to the Glitch Anomaly lately. She urged him to monitor his condition and reach out if he felt off.

The Tianshi even offered to guide him in orthodox cultivation methods to nurture his soul.

Zhan Yan was touched but wanted to cry.

Boo-hoo, this was guidance from a Tianshi! Countless forum users would kill for it! But he was a talentless muggle!

Her thunder techniques were so cool! He’d love to ride the winds and wield lightning, but he couldn’t even awaken his yin-yang eyes! He’d tried every basic meditation method from the forum for days, only to fall asleep the moment he closed his eyes!

The Tianshi, worried he was too shy to ask, kept reassuring him it was fine to have questions.

Zhan Yan thought hard and found one issue he could learn about: “Do you know how to boost affinity with animals so they don’t bolt when they see me?”

Ji Yueming: ?

She didn’t know this one!

Her ideal exchange was Approaching Science asking cultivation questions, her sharing soul-nurturing tips—vital for info-type superhumans. Through guidance, they’d build a mentor-student bond, eventually drawing him to the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau. Even if he didn’t join, they’d grow closer. Way better than the Wan Yao Alliance’s cash-throwing tactic!

No cultivation talent? Impossible! Every superhuman had some potential.

But she never expected Approaching Science to be so off-script!

No worries, she had backup!

Tianshi: “I’m not great at that.”

“But we’ve got beast tamers in the Bureau. I’ll ask for you.”

The Tianshi was so kind!

After chatting, Zhan Yan browsed other forum sections.

The casual chat area had hot posts discussing a shocking upset in this year’s demon clan speed race. A horse demon clinched the win, standing on the podium with a smug glare, prize in hand.

Zhan Yan, seeing the post, remembered that red-and-yellow-maned Ma Xingfan. He’d been too busy and nearly forgot him!

Heh, cheating so brazenly! Reported!

That guy barely grasped human tech, oblivious that train tickets and surveillance were dead giveaways. The race organizers would catch him in no time.

A new alert popped in the gossip system’s special attention feed:

[Zhan Jinli decided to travel for pastry training.]

Huh?

The family group chat lit up with Zhan Jinli announcing his new plan.

Zhan Jinli: “There’s a pastry course in Fengyu City. I’m going to study.”

The training was a cover. He’d finally cracked tracking the Unnamed Anomaly via traces in a hungry ghost’s soul and needed a plausible excuse to leave.

A pastry course was perfect.

Zhan Suiru: “I think…”

Zhan Yan: “…you might wanna rethink this.”

They agreed: their brother’s issue wasn’t skill but his bizarre taste!

Zhan Yan always suspected his brother had OCD or some cognitive quirk. Even with precise cake recipes, sugar measured to the gram, Zhan Jinli would still dump in heaps of sweetener.

Seriously, it might be a mental or neurological issue. The family had discussed it.

When Zhan Yunkai and Ji Yueming first tried Zhan Jinli’s desserts, they were excited. They’d agreed beforehand: no matter how it turned out, they wouldn’t crush their eldest son’s confidence. His first homemade pastry!

Then they each took a spoonful and fell silent.

They couldn’t lie and call it delicious.

Swallowing it was a struggle.

Later, they took Zhan Jinli for medical checks.

Physically and mentally, he was fine. He’d seen a therapist before, communicating flawlessly via phone or pen, but he didn’t speak or respond to others’ words.

Zhan Yunkai and Ji Yueming refused to send him to a psychiatric hospital—not a kind place, and doctors found no cause. Since other tests were clear, they accepted his silence. If it affected future jobs, so what? They could support him.

This checkup yielded nothing either. After eating his cloyingly sweet pastries, Zhan Jinli’s blood sugar stayed normal! They concluded the human body was mysterious, and his constitution was just… different.

In the end, Zhan Jinli promised his parents annual checkups to ensure his sugar obsession had no ill effects.

Years later, his reports remained perfect, with no harm to him—though his customers might disagree.

Zhan Yunkai and Ji Yueming tactfully backed Zhan Suiru and Zhan Yan’s view.

Until their eldest fixed his sugar obsession, no amount of pastry classes would help.

Zhan Jinli quietly shared a course description.

Zhan Yan opened it. The class taught fondant cakes. Fondant, an edible decorative material, was mostly sugar, perfect for molding and shaping with great flexibility.

The course ad featured plenty of finished product photos—simple ones with floral or fruit designs, complex ones rivaling figurines, exquisitely detailed with delicate clothing folds, hair strands, and even gold or silver jewelry strung with beads, all made of sugar.

Zhan Yan got it—this was basically sugar sculpture! His brother would love this!

No problem, then! Fondant wasn’t mainly for eating; it just had to look good, perfect for his brother’s quirk!

If done well, it might even revive his brother’s nearly customerless cake shop!

Zhan Yunkai: “This is great! It suits you perfectly. You’ll nail it! Go for it!”

Ji Yueming: “Go if you want. Mom believes you’ll reach new heights!”

Praise! Heap on the praise!

Before, they couldn’t muster compliments, and the cake shop’s dismal business had dented their son’s confidence for years. Now, with a clear path, they had to encourage him!

Zhan Yan was more worried about his brother’s muteness:

“How’ll you handle communication in class?”

Zhan Jinli: “I’ve already sorted it with them.”

Zhan Suiru: “If anyone bullies you, tell me.”

She’d been pondering his condition too. His silence was psychological, not physical, so no treatment or aid could fix it.

If someone picked on him, they’d ramble, and he wouldn’t even retort.

So worrisome…

Zhan Jinli: “They can’t bully me.”

Zhan Yan: Fair point. As kids, some tried bullying Zhan Jinli for his silence, only to get thrashed by him.

Complaining to parents didn’t help. One smug parent dragged the issue to school, calling in Zhan Yunkai for mediation. The other parent got cocky, and Zhan Yunkai, furious, slammed the teacher’s desk so hard it collapsed.

The parent shut up. The brat expecting an apology from Zhan Jinli bawled on the spot.

From then on, their dad’s legend spread through school, and no one dared mess with his brother.

But kid fights were “schoolyard spats”; adult brawls were “public disturbance.”

Zhan Yan couldn’t help saying: “Bro, don’t just start swinging. You’ll end up in jail.”

Zhan Jinli: “…”

“Your brother isn’t just about fighting.”

The family unanimously supported Zhan Jinli’s fondant course, then brainstormed potential issues he might face, running simulations and drafting solutions.

Zhan Jinli: It’s heartwarming. But also a bit stressful.

He just planned to track an anomaly; the cake class was secondary. But with everyone so invested, he had to take it seriously now.

After discussing his brother, Zhan Yan left the family group, opened the gossip system, and searched for Beiling City anomalies.

Using Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau intel, he’d spotted No. 2 Glitch Anomaly in the system multiple times, but its movements were too erratic. He could only briefly track it with other keywords before losing it after its next jump.

Still, he checked periodically. Upgrading the system might let him pin down the Glitch Anomaly.

He browsed until the system stalled for the day, then closed his eyes and slept.

The next morning, Zhan Yan was woken by a chorus of tiny voices.

Outside, birds hopped on branches.

Blue sky, white clouds, green trees, fresh air, and bird chirps—

“This is my bug!” “Pah! Shameless!” “Ow, you hit me!”…

Day two of hearing animals talk, and Zhan Yan realized this skill wasn’t super useful.

Most wild animals didn’t care about human lives, and even when they did, they couldn’t grasp human behaviors or language—humans struggled with foreign languages, so expecting wildlife to parse complex human speech was unfair.

Smarter pet breeds understood some human words and knew more, but communicating with them was the issue…

For Zhan Yan, that was a tall order.

Jogging while mulling this over, a shadow zipped past: “Lapped you!”

His thoughts derailed, he turned to look. Their major’s professor was being dragged by a husky, panting: “Huff, huff… Slow down! Slow! Huff… Damn it! You trying to trip me? Huff…”

The professor was gasping; he didn’t say “lapped you.” So, the dog?

The husky paused, ignoring its owner, glancing at Zhan Yan and Gu Jiancheng with a smug, cheeky grin.

Zhan Yan: ???

He turned to Gu Jiancheng: “Was that husky taunting us?”

Gu Jiancheng: “Pretty cheeky.”

But they couldn’t stoop to a dog’s level. They kept jogging.

That morning, Zhan Yan glanced at the forum. The Tianshi had sent him beast-taming info, but he hadn’t had time to read it. He’d study it tonight.

And figure out how to turn off this golden finger…

“Lapped you!” The cheeky mutt zoomed by again, shooting them a disdainful look.

Zhan Yan: …

He and Gu Jiancheng exchanged a glance, then sped up.

“Morning, Professor! Need help walking the dog?”

Zhan Yan looked down at the hyper husky, flashing an innocent smile.

His stamina was average, but Gu Jiancheng’s was top-notch!

Let’s see who outruns who!