Such valuable information cannot be bought with money. As for the title of Master Hunter? Why should I chase after that?
Ye Chenfeng is clear about his own role:
Hunter Master = Lingling
Demon Hunter = Ye Chenfeng
As long as Lingling is his teammate, he has the freedom to pursue his own path without restraint.
Ye Chenfeng found himself adopting the same casual attitude as his senior colleagues in the Qingtian Hunting House. Small money? Hardly worth the effort. After all, his family owns two companies. Orders worth tens of millions are just a drop in the ocean.
Then again, even if a lucrative opportunity came along, why should he chase it? He's only a mid-level mage, not a powerhouse. For now, it seems his role is simply to look after the younger ones, especially acting as Lingling's backup.
As noon approached, Old Man Bao suggested, "Let's stay and have lunch together."
"Great! I'm starving," Mo Fan replied enthusiastically, though his excitement quickly faded when he noticed Ye Chenfeng was focused intently on his phone.
"What's up, Old Ye?"
With a sigh, Ye Chenfeng replied, "Looks like I won't be able to stay. Something urgent at my factory."
Mo Fan glanced at him, concerned. "Something serious?"
"Just an unexpected issue." Ye Chenfeng shrugged. "You two can handle the job. Consider it a chance to earn a bit more."
Mo Fan perked up at the thought. With Ye Chenfeng's vast resources, he could afford to leave small jobs behind. "No problem! We've got it covered."
With a word of thanks, Ye Chenfeng left, but unease prickled at him. As he checked his phone again, a message from his uncle read: "Master, there's a demon sighting in Factory No. 1 outside Magic City."
The day before, in a small factory surrounded by high walls on Magic City's outskirts, an eerie silence had settled over the premises. The usual activity was absent, and the workers on night duty felt uneasy. Zhao Lei, a young guard, muttered nervously, "Something feels off… the factory is usually noisy. Could it be haunted?"
Nearby, the older gatekeeper, Lao Gao, chuckled. "It's probably just a meeting. Relax, kid."
But as they peered into the shadows, they noticed a ghostly figure moving erratically, fingers twitching forward as if reaching for something. "Is that… Gao Liang?" Lao Gao squinted in disbelief. Gao Liang, a familiar worker, staggered forward under the light, revealing a face ghostly pale and covered with black spots.
Later, as Ye Chenfeng arrived at the scene, he took in the sight of his afflicted worker. Black spots spread across Gao Liang's face and hands, a sight disturbingly familiar from past experiments with cursed magic. Touching the spots, he felt a chilling tingle—a hint of dark power he had encountered before. It reminded him of the curse experiments he'd conducted with Chao He, where the curse magic caused similar disfigurement. These black death spots were telltale signs of forbidden magic, a technique used to alter and manipulate the body, often with vile consequences.
Dark magic was never subtle, and he sensed the workings of a malevolent hand behind this attack. His mind turned to the recent intelligence he'd gathered about curse magic, alongside the ominous transformation seen in the Black Beast experiments. He knew, without a doubt, that whoever was behind this was dangerous and needed to be dealt with swiftly.