Chapter 2860

The crystal ball displayed a swirling mix of black and white light. Eventually, the two streams merged to form a Taiji symbol. This symbol radiated a distinct aura of life and death. The white side felt vibrant and full of vitality, while the black side felt heavy and lifeless.

Qian Huansheng froze when he saw this. "It’s the Yin-Yang constitution. And not just any—it’s a top-tier innate Yin-Yang constitution."

"Can I open my eyes now?" Cheng Jin asked.

"Yes, you can open your eyes and let go of my hand," Qian Huansheng said.

Cheng Jin sighed in relief, released his grip, and opened his eyes.

Old Ma, standing nearby, asked curiously, "Boss, what is a 'top-tier innate Yin-Yang constitution'?"

"In the Underworld and the human realm, there are workers who handle specific tasks. In this world, they are generally called Feng Shui masters. In ancient times, they were known as Heavenly Masters. A top-tier Yin-Yang constitution means one is born with the natural aptitude to be a Heavenly Master," Qian Huansheng explained slowly. "While alive, they can interact with spirits in the human world. After death, they can be directly appointed as Yin Gods in the Underworld, holding at least the position of a Yin Messenger."

Hearing this, Old Ma remarked, "So, Little Cheng will be a formal employee of the Underworld when he dies."

His tone held a hint of envy. He knew that his current status was the result of years of cultivation. But judging by Qian Huansheng’s words, Cheng Jin seemed destined to become a Yin Messenger by birth.

Cheng Jin looked completely confused. "What are you talking about? Yin Messengers? Yin Gods? I don’t understand any of this."

Qian Huansheng didn’t explain further. Instead, he pulled out a jade slip. Before Cheng Jin could react, Qian Huansheng tapped it against Cheng Jin’s forehead.

Suddenly, Cheng Jin’s mind was flooded with strange knowledge. It was all about demons, ghosts, and spirits. It included information on how to exorcise demons, how to guide souls, and how to open the gates to the Underworld.

Cheng Jin didn’t know how to react at first. He instinctively memorized all the information.

She noticed something peculiar: she remembered everything after reading it just once.

It took nearly two hours for Cheng Jin to regain his senses. He looked around the practice chamber and realized that only Qian Huansheng remained, drinking coffee. Old Ma had already left.

"Boss, what happened to me?" Cheng Jin asked.

"The jade slip I put into your mind contains the duties of a Heavenly Master. How much did you remember?" Qian Huansheng asked.

Cheng Jin thought for a moment and replied, "I remember almost everything."

"Really?" Qian Huansheng pressed.

"Really," Cheng Jin confirmed.

A trace of satisfaction appeared on Qian Huansheng’s face. "As expected of a top-tier innate Yin-Yang constitution. You grasp metaphysical concepts faster than anyone else."

"Wait, wait," Cheng Jin patted his head. "Boss, what exactly is a 'top-tier innate Yin-Yang constitution'? Does my body type have anything to do with the stuff in my head?"

Qian Huansheng looked at Cheng Jin. "Simply put, your constitution is suitable for being a Heavenly Master."

"Heavenly Master? Is that a fortune-teller on the bridge?" Cheng Jin truly understood it that way.

"What nonsense," Qian Huansheng said, displeased. "Don’t say that. A Heavenly Master is a Heavenly Master. Their existence is to subdue demons, ghosts, and spirits among mortals in various realms, preventing them from harming the human world. Therefore, Heavenly Masters are usually chosen from among humans."

"Heavenly Master Zhong Kui?" Cheng Jin thought of a character from a mythological novel.

"Zhong Kui was originally human, a famous scholar. However, because he was naturally ugly, the emperor despised him and stripped him of his title, leading to his unjust death. But after death, his soul understood the balance of Yin and Yang, so he became a Heavenly Master. Your advantage is that you possess these abilities while still alive."

Qian Huansheng continued slowly, "And if you cultivate these abilities well, when you die, you will become a civil servant of the Underworld."

"That seems too far away. I’m only twenty-five now. I should live another forty or fifty years without any problems, assuming nothing unexpected happens," Cheng Jin said optimistically.

"That’s not certain," Qian Huansheng said. "Although your aptitude is good, you only just learned about Heavenly Master knowledge. To build deep power, you need to cultivate. During this process, if you encounter a powerful spirit, you might perish."

Cheng Jin paused. "It’s such a dangerous job, and you still want me to do it?"

"Who told you to have an innate Yin-Yang constitution?" Qian Huansheng was a master at shifting blame.

Cheng Jin sighed helplessly. "Fine, it’s my constitution’s fault." He tilted his head and thought, "But wait, if I have an innate Yin-Yang constitution, why haven’t I encountered any spirits in the past twenty-five years?"

"You have a Yin-Yang constitution, not a Tang Monk constitution," Qian Huansheng took a sip of coffee. "Your constitution is the nemesis of all spirits. They won’t come to bother you unless they have a reason."

Cheng Jin nodded, indicating he understood.

"Alright, go back to work. Rest well during your break. Tomorrow at three in the afternoon, I will take you out to execute your first mission," Qian Huansheng said.

She added, "Grow up quickly. This job was originally just a side gig for me. Once full-time workers like you are ready, I can let go."

Hearing this, Cheng Jin left the practice chamber. For some reason, he felt that Qian Huansheng’s words might have hidden meanings. He shook his head slightly, thinking he was probably overthinking it.

After all, his boss was an extraordinary person. How could such a person scheme against others?

After Cheng Jin left, Qian Huansheng frowned slightly. Although his left chest had recovered on the surface, the power of the Remnant Soul Blade was still affecting him. It would take some time to drive it out.

"Qian Huan, is it decent to deceive a young man like this?"

As the words fell, Zhan Diting appeared in Qian Huansheng’s practice chamber.

"What are you doing here? My world doesn’t have many evil cultivators for you to eliminate," Qian Huansheng said indifferently.

"I’m here to deliver medicine," Zhan Diting said, taking out two bottles, one white and one blue.

"The blue bottle is for external application, and the white one is for internal use. The Queen of the Underworld saw you were injured in the Mirror of Returning Light and asked me to bring this. The Remnant Soul Blade won’t cause you major harm, but the process is unpleasant," Zhan Diting explained.

Qian Huansheng didn’t refuse. He opened the white bottle, took out a pill, and put it in his mouth. "I found a mortal Heavenly Master for your Underworld. Isn’t that good?"

Zhan Diting looked at Qian Huansheng with a half-smile. "It is good, as long as you’re not looking for a wife."