Wang Feng pushed open the door of the Qingtian Hunter Agency and shouted inside, "Old Bao, I've brought a newcomer for you!"
Song Qiming, who was sitting behind the bar smoking a pipe, looked up when he heard the sound, glanced at Mo Fan behind Wang Feng, then exhaled a puff of smoke and said flatly,
"A newcomer? The agency hasn't had much work lately, so a newcomer isn't very useful."
Wang Feng smiled, walked to the bar, and patted Mo Fan's shoulder:
"When there's work in the future, he'll be useful! This buddy of mine is an Intermediate Level Lightning and Fire Mage; those small commissions can be completely handed over to him."
"Oh? Lightning and Fire Mage?" Song Qiming looked at Mo Fan with some surprise, then nodded with a smile: "Not bad at all."
Just then, Lingling's voice came from outside the door: "Grandpa, a big fat sheep is here!"
"Oh? How fat?"
Lingling skipped in, saying slyly, "Panicked expression, disturbed mind, and her clothes clearly show she's a young mistress from a wealthy family."
"Tsk tsk, this is good." Song Qiming rubbed his hands, a look of anticipation on his face.
Mo Fan stood by, his hair bristling a bit as he couldn't help but quietly ask Wang Feng, "Old Wang, is this hunter agency... legitimate?"
Wang Feng smiled, pulled Mo Fan to a corner to sit down, and whispered,
"They're just like that, grandfather and granddaughter. You'll get used to it. Don't say anything later, just watch."
Mo Fan nodded, a bit confused, but still couldn't help but glance at Song Qiming and Lingling a few more times.
A moment later, sure enough, a woman dressed in bright clothes walked into the Qingtian Hunter Agency.
Lingling led her inside to sit down, while Song Qiming, with his pipe in his mouth, sat in front of the bar, listening indifferently.
"You're saying you suspect your husband is a demon? And he goes out to commit crimes every night?"
Song Qiming squinted, seemingly listening to the well-endowed woman speak, but his eyes were cunningly fixed on Hao Feng.
"Yes, yes. I originally didn't dare to believe it, until this morning when I was washing my husband's clothes and found that all the clothes he needed to change were stained with red blood... I, I used to be a nurse, I can... I can distinguish between animal blood and... I'm truly terrified." She recalled the events of that morning, her face as pale as paper, her fingers tightly clutching the hem of her clothes.
Upon hearing this description, Wang Feng's expression became a bit strange.
Because just now, he had found the corresponding segment in his dusty memories.
"I'm very sorry, although we really want to help you, we think you should go to the police with your situation." Song Qiming shook his head, subtly refusing this commission.
"Old man, let's take this commission." Wang Feng suddenly stood up from the chair in the corner and walked towards the young woman.
Song Qiming and Lingling simultaneously showed surprised expressions, their gazes uniformly turning towards Wang Feng.
They had never seen Wang Feng show interest in such a "small commission" worth three hundred thousand.
"Wang Feng, this commission doesn't comply with our agency's rules." Song Qiming said in a deep voice.
"No need, I'm just going to heal this lady; it doesn't count as accepting a commission."
As he spoke, a milky-white light lit up in his hand, and his fingertips gently touched the young woman's collarbone.
Immediately, the young woman's skin began to twitch irregularly, as if something was wriggling inside her body.
She couldn't help but let out a painful hiss, and fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead.
Wang Feng's gaze sharpened, and using his finger as a blade, he quickly made a small cut on the young woman's thumb.
A scale-covered worm slid out of the wound with the gushing blood, falling to the ground, twisting and struggling.
Seeing this, Song Qiming raised his hand and made a grabbing motion, and the worm was instantly confined in mid-air by an invisible force, unable to move.
"Alright." Wang Feng took out a wet wipe and slowly wiped his hands.
"What... what is this? How did it get inside my body?" The young woman stared at the hideous worm floating in mid-air, her stomach churning, her voice trembling.
"It's a parasitic demon," Wang Feng said calmly, "There's probably one inside your husband too. Every night, it controls his body and goes out to forage."
"How could this happen..."
The young woman's face changed dramatically, and then she knelt on the ground with a "plop," clutching Wang Feng's leg tightly, her voice trembling:
"Master Hunter Mage, please save my husband and child!"
Wang Feng remained silent, simply enjoying the moment.
"We've accepted your commission at our agency." Just then, Song Qiming's voice rang out.
Upon hearing this, the young woman let go with a sigh of relief, but tears still streamed down her face.
She looked up, her eyes full of gratitude and hope, her voice choked:
"That's wonderful... As long as they can be saved, I'm willing to pay any amount of money! Thank you, thank you..."
"Wang Feng, this commission is yours." Song Qiming turned to look at Wang Feng.
Wang Feng nodded, his gaze shifting to the young woman: "Where is your husband now?"
"He... he should still be at work." The young woman answered hurriedly, her voice still trembling.
"Take me to him."
"Oh, okay... okay!"
The young woman nodded quickly, wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, and stood up from the ground.
She walked quickly towards the door, with Wang Feng following closely behind.
Their figures quickly disappeared outside the Qingtian Hunter Agency's door.
...
Because the young woman's husband's workplace was some distance from the Qingtian Hunter Agency, the two took a taxi there.
Inside the car, Wang Feng leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually sank into his spiritual space.
Above his Healing System galaxy, a phantom Qinglong Soul was coiled, sleeping peacefully.
The dragon's body was massive and majestic, its scales faintly shimmering, as if containing endless power.
"Is this the Qinglong Soul?"
Wang Feng walked to the phantom dragon, reaching out and gently placing his hand on its brow.
He mobilized the power of the Summoning System nebula, condensing a faint contract mark at his fingertips, and slowly sent it into the Qinglong Soul's brow.
In an instant, a powerful force vibrated throughout the spiritual space.
Wang Feng felt a strange connection establish between himself and the Qinglong Soul, their souls tightly bound by some invisible tie.
...
At the same time, inside the Qingtian Hunter Agency.
Mo Fan was hunched over a table, filling out an employment form.
He completely failed to notice that the small loach hanging on his chest suddenly trembled slightly, as if sensing something.
...
"...How is this different from what I imagined?"
After Wang Feng contracted the Qinglong Soul.
He found that the other party only had Battle General Level level strength.
Its originally magnificent body, tens of thousands of feet tall, had now shrunk to a mere few dozen feet, appearing very small in the Healing System galaxy.
More importantly, its intelligence was extremely simple, appearing naive and ignorant, just like a small Qinglong that had just been born into the world and was curious about everything.
"Previously, everything I copied was comparable to the original, so why is the Qinglong a juvenile version?"
The Qinglong Soul seemed to sense Wang Feng's emotions, gently wagged its tail, and let out a low dragon roar, its voice carrying a hint of flattery and dependence.
"Forget it, a juvenile Qinglong is still a Qinglong. Let's just treat it as raising a brand new sacred totem from scratch."
Wang Feng sighed helplessly, reaching out to gently stroke the Qinglong Soul's head.
"If I use the transcendent power [Beast Power] to integrate the Qinglong Soul into myself, what would happen? Would I transform into a Dragon Venerable?"