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Zhan Jinli helped Wan Yan stabilize back into his kitten form.

He didn’t leave; instead, he sat cross-legged beside Wan Yan, his hand still resting on the cat’s neck. The kitten’s neck was slender, completely engulfed within his palm. Zhan Jinli lowered his head to observe him, confirming that his state had truly stabilized.

Wan Yan began to purr from his throat.

Zhan Jinli subconsciously stroked him a couple of times.

Zhan Jinli: …

It was all a bad habit picked up from Xingxing!

Wan Yan’s condition was no longer an issue. The drop of Candle Dragon power wasn’t easy to extract, so Zhan Jinli placed a seal on it. This way, if Wan Yan retrieved his memories due to the Candle Dragon power in the future, it wouldn’t trigger any changes to his soul.

He withdrew his hand, preparing to leave.

Wan Yan turned his head and bit down on his wrist. He didn’t use any force; his little sharp teeth gently ground against the skin as he purred out a sound from his throat: “Fish… fish… ing…”

Zhan Jinli: …

What is wrong with Wan Yan?!

He gently pried Wan Yan off his wrist, hesitated for a moment, then picked up the cat and placed him into the river, letting the Minghe Ghost King take him back to Chaofu Mountain.

There was no telling when Wan Yan would wake up. Although Zhan Jinli had set up a formation here, it wasn’t as safe as Chaofu Mountain.

Minghe gently curled up a wave: “Still keeping him confined?”

“Up to him,” Zhan Jinli looked down at the cat sleeping in the waves. “If he focuses on finding his past, he won’t have time to annoy me.”

Zhan Yan only let out a sigh of relief and closed the gossip feed after seeing in the Gossip System that Wan Yan-cat was safe.

After all this tossing and turning, it was night again.

Blame Infinite! His perfectly good weekend had been wasted on these matters, and he still had to get up early tomorrow for his internship at the veterinary station.

Zhan Yan yawned. Perhaps because the exertion had been too great, he felt sleepy exceptionally early today.

So, he called Gu Jiancheng early to say goodnight.

Young Gu was already impatient: “Yanyan, my internship here might end a few days earlier than yours. Can I come find you?”

Zhan Yan was also looking forward to it.

He had been physically and mentally exhausted by his family’s secret identities these past few days and really needed the refreshing, simple comfort of Young Gu.

Before sleeping, Zhan Yan tried poking Yang Ran’s little star again. It still wouldn’t open. He really had overexerted himself; he had dreamed all night and stuffed his brain full of information. It had only been a little over nine hours since he woke up. Relying on the bread balls wasn’t enough; he needed to sleep to recover.

Zhan Yan looked at his sister’s and Yang Ran’s gossip feeds again.

His lips pressed tightly together. A moment later, Zhan Yan closed the system and went to sleep. Tomorrow, once sleep had restored his energy and he could stomach more of his brother’s bread, he would definitely dig out the method to save Yang Ran!

The Black Market.

The fortress was once again concealed beneath the studio. Simulated breezes passed through simulated windows, the white gauze curtains fluttering in soft, graceful arcs, just like the room atop the high tower once upon a time.

Zhan Suiru stood with her back to the window; outside, there was only simulated sunlight.

The simulated sunlight fell upon Xiao Ran in front of her, tracing exquisite light and shadow across the complex mechanical structure within his chest.

Zhan Suiru raised her hand. Her shadow climbed onto the secret box hiding Xiao Ran’s ability core even faster than her fingers.

The secret box opened, and the bronze-colored ability core floated silently within. Without the spiritual power she had previously filled it with, the cracks looked even more glaring.

Pure white spiritual power flowed from her fingertips.

Snowflakes fell gently, covering every wound.

The heavy snow washed away all filth.

Zhan Suiru closed her eyes. Her will drifted in, riding the snowflakes.

The maze-like cracks within the ability core had been completely filled. She slid forward across the snowy ground and the bronze floor.

The once faint echo was now incredibly clear.

“Sister Suisui…”

Following the voice, Zhan Suiru arrived at the deepest part of the ability core.

Yang Ran’s soul was curled up there. His eyes were closed, and pitch-black patterns were wrapped around his body like tattoos. These things swam within his soul like living creatures.

Zhan Suiru extended a bit of spiritual power to try and touch those patterns.

No good. They were deeply entangled with Yang Ran’s soul. If she forcibly cleansed them with spiritual power, it would inevitably damage Yang Ran’s soul.

She wasn’t confident she could preserve Yang Ran’s soul while forcibly stripping away the curse.

Zhan Suiru’s spiritual power was antithetical to Infinite’s power, but any conflict would damage the place serving as the battlefield. To save Yang Ran’s soul, she needed another kind of power—one that wasn’t strongly opposed to Infinite’s power but could still eliminate it.

But without an opposing nature, how could it be eliminated? How does one fire burn out another fire?

…

The sun set and rose, and the shadows were gradually broken by the sunlight.

The earliest to rise were the birds, chattering and preening their feathers before the sky was fully bright, shaking off every bit of dampness accumulated in their plumage overnight.

The chatter of the birds was muffled by the window, but the phone alarm drilled straight into the dream through the ears.

Zhan Yan opened his eyes groggily, fumbled for his phone, and swiped his finger.

The alarm stopped. He rolled over and fell asleep again.

A long, drawn-out dream captured him.

Zhan Yan was running in the dream. He passed through mountain forests, lightly leaped onto rocks, jumped over rivers, leaving trees behind him. The mountain wind supported his four feet as he ran—it felt very free, very…

Hmm?

Zhan Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

What four feet?

He blankly raised his hand and placed it in front of his eyes.

He spread his five fingers, curled them up. One, peace sign, OK sign, four fingers, five fingers. Correct, they obeyed him perfectly. These were his hands.

Zhan Yan confirmed that he was still a human.

After a while, Zhan Yan fully woke up and started to feel like a complete idiot.

He really had slept himself into confusion. If he wasn’t human, what else could he be?

Zhan Yan rolled over, grabbed his phone, and checked the time.

Ah, it was already past eight.

Zhan Yan scrambled up to wash.

As soon as he opened the door, Bao Qingshan, with a steamed bun in his mouth, turned to look at him. “If you didn’t get up soon, I was going to knock on your door.”

Zhan Yan waved his hand at him and quickly finished washing up.

Bao Qingshan: “Did you stay up late watching dramas again last night?”

Zhan Yan shook his head. “What drama? I just slept too much.”

He was even dreaming—dreaming he turned into a dog or something, running through the woods on four legs. When he first woke up, he hadn’t snapped out of it and felt like he was still that four-legged animal in the dream, like Zhuangzi dreaming of the butterfly.

He tried poking the little star in the information panel. Still no reaction. So, he took two pieces of bread from the fridge for breakfast.

Bao Qingshan looked at him as if he wanted to speak but stopped himself.

Zhan Yan threatened, “You aren’t allowed to snitch on me!”

So, Bao Qingshan looked like he wanted to speak but stopped himself for the entire morning.

Zhan Yan was getting creeped out by his staring.

During the lunch break at the veterinary station, Bao Qingshan took advantage of the empty room to lean in mysteriously.

Zhan Yan looked at him warily. “What are you doing?”

Bao Qingshan lowered his voice: “Did you know? Something big happened yesterday!”

Zhan Yan was thinking about the Gossip System and didn’t react immediately. “Huh?”

So Bao Qingshan told him the series of events ranging from the sudden approach of the apocalypse to its contact and integration. The story was fragmented and full of his own imaginative embellishments.

Their area happened to be in a place where the projection of the apocalypse was invisible. Bao Qingshan’s cultivation wasn’t high enough; when his spiritual intuition was triggered yesterday, he thought it was just going to rain heavily.

Zhan Yan listened while doubting his life. Old Bao was a direct disciple of Kusong Stream—could it be that he had some unique information channel and knew secrets Zhan Yan hadn’t uncovered?

Zhan Yan opened his gossip feeds, ready to cross-reference what Bao Qingshan was saying. Maybe he could find some key information he had missed.

On the other side, Bao Qingshan picked up a brush, slammed it down like a gavel, and began his performance with great yearning:

“I heard that many mysterious big shots were alarmed this time.

“The Styx River in the Underworld was in turmoil, with bloody waves surging to the sky, flooding half of Chaofu Mountain; eight of the Ten Great Demon Kings of the Wan Yao Alliance were mobilized; the top rankers of the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau all took action. Besides these major organizations, there were many other phenomena. I heard heavy snow suddenly fell on a certain coast, freezing three thousand miles along the shore! In some places, it suddenly turned into night, a patch of shadow where nothing could be seen…”

[Bao Qingshan shared a story just made up in the Supernatural Forum with you.]

Zhan Yan: …

Old Bao was sharing so excitedly that Zhan Yan really didn’t have the heart to interrupt.

Zhan Yan started to zone out while listening.

Yang Ran’s little star still couldn’t be poked. The other little stars were the same. Zhan Yan suspected this wasn’t a matter of whether his energy consumption was high or not, but that some other conditions were required.

He began searching his own gossip feeds. His recent entries were densely packed, all regarding the apocalypse contact event. Zhan Yan scrolled back to the time he was dreaming, skipped over the content related to the dreamscape, and finally found a key point.

[You obtained a one-time Omniscient Information Experience.]

Yes, yes, I know, but where did this experience come from?

Scroll back, scroll back.

After scrolling through many pieces of gossip one by one, Zhan Yan found a specific entry:

[You received the Candle Dragon’s blessing.]

It looked like he obtained that omniscient information experience because of this!

But why would the Candle Dragon give him a blessing? Because he helped look for the Candle Dragon‘s power?

Zhan Yan changed keywords and continued searching.

[The Candle Dragon had a very favorable impression of you in the dream and decided to give you a blessing.]

Oh my! The Candle Dragon had a favorable impression of him in the dream?

Zhan Yan instantly felt shy. Could the Candle Dragon sense the outside world even in a dream? Just because he found some news regarding the Candle Dragon‘s power? He felt like he had done so little…

He would definitely search for more clues about the Candle Dragon‘s power in the future so the Candle Dragon could recover quickly!

So… could he have another blessing? One that would let him poke Yang Ran’s little star so he could figure out how to save his brother-in-law?

However, this matter required his dad’s help. Zhan Yan clicked on his dad’s gossip feed, planning to see what his dad was doing first.

[The Apocalypse Contact Event has ended. The Chongming Demon King, Zhan Yunkai, believes there is no longer a need to avoid damaging Xiangliu’s combat power. Thus, he sent a message to the Grand Musician: “Do you have time? I want to pay Xiangliu a visit.”

The Grand Musician, Lingzhou Wendi, replied immediately: “Yes!”]

[Chongming Demon King Zhan Yunkai and Grand Musician Lingzhou Wendi teamed up to beat up Xiangliu.]

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