Chapter 1: Divine Illumination

"Master, please, come in quickly!"

The client was a man in his thirties.

Seeing Jiang Jian, he looked as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Master, as long as you resolve this evil ghost, I will increase the reward to 80 Alliance Credits!"

Behind him came the 'beep' of the elevator closing.

Jiang Jian walked into the foyer, noncommittal, and said, "Take me over."

The man knew his commission wasn't high and smiled apologetically, "Something happened at home, and I'm a bit strapped for cash right now. I hope you understand, Master."

Jiang Jian walked through the corridor, scanning the rooms along the way, and said, "Since you want to save money, why didn't you go to the municipal government right next door, but instead posted the commission on the black market?"

The man gave a bitter smile: "You know how it is. Although the municipal government doesn't charge fees, they usually use purifiers to exorcise ghosts. If they do that, I won't be able to keep this house."

The sinking Divine Technology is all stuff discarded by the Divine Illumination District.

The radiation from the purifiers takes a long time to dissipate.

There are many lingering consequences.

Once help is sought from the municipal government.

This expensive large flat cannot be lived in for at least half a year.

Jiang Jian nodded and asked no more.

"Master, the activity range of this evil ghost is in the walk-in closet and the third bedroom."

The man stopped and pointed to the closed wooden door, his expression fearful, "It's right here."

Jiang Jian stared at the wooden door, his brows slightly furrowed.

This kind of ghost is very common, mostly evolved from the chaotic human heart.

Born temporarily, weak in power, it is very difficult for them to leave their range of activity.

Spreading fear is their main method.

The wooden door suddenly shook!

The man was so scared he hid behind Jiang Jian, his voice trembling: "Master, should we make some preparations?"

"No need."

Jiang Jian shook his head and reached toward his waist with his palm.

Until he touched the hilt of a long sword.

The wooden sword was three feet long and extremely light in texture.

The hilt was soaked with rainwater, and the touch was ice-cold.

"Master, be careful, this ghost has killed people..."

The man's voice had not yet fallen.

Jiang Jian had already pushed open the door to the walk-in closet and walked into the room.

Clang!

The door behind him slammed shut with a boom.

Jiang Jian held the wooden sword and looked around the room.

It was very spacious here.

More than a dozen cabinet doors were all wide open, revealing expensive and luxurious clothing.

Dozens of hanging coats for all seasons, and many plush pajamas of different styles.

All kinds of skirts, and countless pairs of various socks.

A dazzling array of small leather shoes and high heels.

This was a young woman's walk-in closet.

Under 20 years old, about 1.6 meters tall.

Slender figure, hair reaching the waist.

Jiang Jian is not a tailor, so of course, he couldn't tell these things.

The reason he knew these details.

Was because the owner of the walk-in closet was standing at the bedroom door.

Her face was pale, her black hair hung down like a waterfall, she wore snow-white calf socks under a pink skirt, and her brown small leather shoes stepped on the floor, making a clacking sound.

No matter how you looked at it, she was a young girl who had just recovered from a serious illness.

Only those eyes revealed dead silence.

She was walking toward Jiang Jian.

Jiang Jian looked at her coldly, gripping the wooden sword in his hand tightly.

"My name is Miao Miao."

The girl said softly, "The person outside is my father. He was instigated by my stepmother and killed me with his own hands."

Jiang Jian was silent.

"The day before yesterday, I already killed my stepmother to vent my resentment."

Miao Miao walked in front of Jiang Jian and raised her small face, "I don't harm strangers, you should go."

Hearing this.

Jiang Jian raised his eyes and looked behind the girl.

Through the open bedroom door, a female corpse with a tragic death lay on the ground.

Her eyes were wide open, and her expression was ferocious.

She was clutching a stack of property documents tightly, refusing to let go even in death.

"You can actually kill people."

Jiang Jian withdrew his gaze, looked calmly at the girl in front of him, and said his first sentence.

According to common sense, this kind of ghost is extremely weak and can spread fear, but has no ability to harm people.

Miao Miao's expression was dejected, and she said, "I couldn't originally."

She took out half an old photo frame, "That woman only cared about money, I didn't have the ability to harm her."

"But when she entered the room to rummage, she tore up my mother's photo."

"I was stimulated, and my resentment surged."

"That's how I got the ability to kill."

She gripped the photo frame tightly.

The broken wooden stub at the fracture was extremely sharp, piercing her finger.

The girl's fingertips were fair and crystal clear, with beads of bright red blood oozing out.

It was very pitiful.

But no matter how realistic a ghost's transformation is.

It is still false.

Jiang Jian smiled and turned a deaf ear to her words.

He spoke his second sentence to himself.

"Didn't come for nothing."

Miao Miao looked confused, not having time to speak.

Swish!

Blood splattered!

The wooden sword pierced through the girl's delicate flesh and skin, fiercely stabbing deep into her heart!

Jiang Jian's expression was indifferent, he held the hilt tightly, twisted the flesh and blood, and pulled the wooden sword out!

The girl looked at Jiang Jian in a daze.

Her expression still retained shock and disbelief.

Her body trembled crazily, and she virtualized and faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds.

The girl collapsed into gray energy and was all rolled into the wooden sword.

Jiang Jian stood holding the sword, his tense mind relaxing.

"This ghost has a lot of resentment, it can fill quite a bit of the wooden sword's storage."

"No need to worry too much for now."

Jiang Jian took a deep breath.

He is sick.

This is something Jiang Jian has known clearly since he could remember.

This disease is very strange.

It doesn't matter where or when.

As long as the illness strikes, he will immediately lose consciousness.

Completely controlled by instinct to manipulate the body.

Short for a few minutes, long for a few hours.

If left unchecked, over time.

Self-consciousness will sink and not wake up, until he becomes a walking corpse.

"Remember the last time I had an episode, I almost hacked Jiang Zhao to death..."

Jiang Jian gently stroked the wooden sword.

I don't know when it started, but the sword body became ice-cold and bone-chilling.

A cool breath permeated, spreading along his fingers to his limbs and bones.

It immediately made Jiang Jian's heart clear and his mind transparent.

"Every time I have an episode, for me."

"It's like experiencing death."

Jiang Jian stood in place, thinking of the great terror of losing consciousness, his heart trembling.

"I don't want to experience that feeling again."

"Never want to."

Jiang Jian closed his eyes and then slowly opened them.

His gaze had returned to calm.

He pushed open the door to the walk-in closet and walked out.

"Master!"

Seeing Jiang Jian come out so quickly, the man couldn't help but exclaim.

He looked at Jiang Jian, who was carrying the sword, his expression mixed with joy, worry, and horror.

Jiang Jian glanced at him and said, "The evil ghost has been subdued, the commission is complete."

The man walked to the door, poked his head in, and looked cautiously into the walk-in closet.

Sensing that the terrifying aura had dissipated, he revealed uncontrollable surprise: "As expected of a master with zero negative reviews! Truly high in magical power, making one look up to him!"

Jiang Jian turned a deaf ear to his flattery and walked straight toward the foyer: "80 Alliance Credits, transfer it to my citizen account."

Beep.

Pressing the button, the elevator opened.

Jiang Jian stepped on.

The man walked quickly to the foyer, staring at Jiang Jian in the elevator.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping.

Before the elevator door closed, the man hesitated for a moment, but still said: "I will pay an extra 50 Alliance Credits, a total of 130 Alliance Credits, I hope the Master can keep it confidential."

Jiang Jian was noncommittal, letting the elevator door close and sink rapidly.

He took the commission with only one goal.

That is to increase the storage of the wooden sword.

Other things have nothing to do with him.

The rain had stopped, and the dark clouds had dispersed.

The sunlight struggled to squeeze through the cracks in the steel, pitiful and dazzling.

Jiang Jian took off his large black robe, wrapped the wooden sword, and skillfully tied it to the side of his schoolbag.

On the corsage pocket of his school uniform, the school badge of Guangling No. 1 High School shone brightly.

"This place should be one of the few places in the Shadow District that can see sunlight."

Jiang Jian raised his face, squinting his eyes, very greedy for the warmth of the star.

In the Great World of the Star Sea, the brilliance of the gods permeates the sun, shining on all things.

Long-term bathing in sunlight can not only increase lifespan but also improve physical fitness.

Sunlight is a well-deserved luxury for the residents of the Shadow District.

A few seconds later.

Jiang Jian opened his eyes, his gaze moved, and landed on the Divine Illumination District.

The Divine Illumination District, a magnificent giant city floating in the sky, with flying shuttles passing through and auroras surging.

Most of the sunlight in Guangling City is blocked above it.

The huge shadow it casts is where Jiang Jian is standing.

Shadow District.

Jiang Jian lowered his eyelids, expressionless, and reached out to press his identity device.

A mechanical voice sounded.

"Car calling service started, estimated to arrive in 1 minute."

Dozens of seconds later.

An old-fashioned hovercar crossed the road and stopped in front of Jiang Jian.

"Get in the car quickly!"

The current roared, the glass lowered, revealing an impatient face.

Jiang Jian jumped onto the deck and said, "Public Support District 7."

The driver was stunned, looked at Jiang Jian carefully, and his gaze stayed on the school uniform for a moment.

Only people from the Public Support Center can be assigned housing in the Public Support District.

"A child from the Public Support Center actually got into Guangling No. 1 High School..."

The driver's face softened, and he said, "Get in the car quickly."

Jiang Jian lowered his head and sat in the car, and the light suddenly dimmed.

The cabin was narrow and cramped, emitting an unpleasant fishy smell.

Jiang Jian hugged his schoolbag, reached out, and swiped across the dirty payment panel.

"Payment successful: 1 Alliance Credit."

"Your balance: 71 Alliance Credits."

The identity device, which looked like a wristwatch, flashed with a faint light, conveying the latest payment information.

The identity device, bound to the citizen number, is mandatory and free.

It is also the only high-end technology that civilians can come into contact with.

Jiang Jian swiped away the payment information casually, his gaze landing on another place.

That was a highlighted memo.

"March 1, 3227, Guangling City, Divine Gift Exam."

"Remaining time, 15 days."

Jiang Jian was a little distracted.

"Only fifteen days left..."

Outside the car window, light and shadow were mottled, alternating between light and dark.

Under the huge shadow that covered the sky, the hovercar was like a speck of dust, unremarkable.

Guangling City, Chen Cang County, Public Support District 7.

The hovercar vibrated violently.

Jiang Jian woke up suddenly, his face as pale as paper.

The driver's voice came: "Prepare to get off!"

Jiang Jian was in a trance, as if he had been fished out of water, covered in cold sweat.

"A journey of only ten minutes."

"I actually had an episode."

A few seconds later.

He came back to his senses, his gaze gloomy.

"The resentment in the wooden sword hasn't been fully converted yet."

Jiang Jian has not received a divine gift and cannot cultivate yet.

He can only wait for the wooden sword to absorb the resentment on its own.

He looked out the window.

Above the sky of Chen Cang County, a bright light wheel hung high, dispelling the darkness further above.

Making it only daytime here.

However, everyone knows that it is not a star.

But a light wheel without temperature.

The hovercar landed in Public Support District 7, and the side door slammed open.

Jiang Jian took his schoolbag and jumped off the deck.

He stumbled two steps, almost falling to the ground.

"Every time I have an episode, it's like my bone marrow is being drained."

Jiang Jian's expression was gloomy as he walked into the residential area, but there was luck in his heart.

The cool breath of the wooden sword was already nearly dry.

This time, getting the resentment supplement, it can fill at least 30% of the storage.

Jiang Jian walked to the unit glass door, raised his eyes, and looked at his reflection.

The boy in the mirror was extremely good-looking.

It's just that his face was a sickly pale, appearing weak and haggard.

"Jiang Jian!"

The unit door was pushed open suddenly, and the person inside looked panicked, "Aren't you preparing for the exam at school? Why did you return to Chen Cang without telling me?"

(End of chapter)