Let’s call you Yunling!

After lunch, Fan Qiulin clamored to go shopping again, but Fan Qiuming refused her. In the end, he could only let Shangguan Wanwan accompany her. At least now, Wanwan possessed the strength of the Yao Guang Sky Stepping Realm—though still not quite on par with Dongfang Jingming and the others—so dealing with a few hooligans wouldn’t be an issue.

Once both of them left, Fan Qiuming returned to his room. He gazed at the phone on the bedside table, an inner struggle playing out in his heart.

At that moment, Fan Qiuming debated whether or not to charge his phone. Driven by curiosity in the end, he plugged it in and even covered it with the quilt.

He sat quietly at the edge of the bed, waiting for the girl to appear again.

After a few minutes, there was a reaction at the bedside—a blue light flashed, and the girl's figure appeared once more.

She had a quilt draped over her, covering the essential parts, yet her figure was still apparent.

“Master, it’s good to see you again!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around Fan Qiuming.

His arm was enveloped in softness, stirring a restless feeling within him.

“So soft…” Fan Qiuming couldn’t help but think, but quickly shook off the thought.

He coughed, trying to compose himself, and asked, “Ahem… Is your original form my phone?”

She nodded eagerly, her eyes fixed on Fan Qiuming. “Yes, that’s right!”

“So, when did you become self-aware?” Fan Qiuming continued.

“Around four days ago, I gradually developed consciousness, but at that time I couldn’t take on a physical form.”

“But last night, the final bit of spiritual energy you gave me completely awakened me!” As she spoke, she leaned her head against Fan Qiuming’s arm, holding him tightly.

Hearing her explanation, Fan Qiuming felt a headache coming on. Four days ago—she’d already become sentient while he was still in the Divine Ruins. And it was the last trace of spiritual energy last night that fully awakened her.

“You… let go of me for now,” Fan Qiuming said, freeing himself from her arms and standing up, looking her over carefully.

“How did you decide on this form? Why do you look like this?” he asked.

“Because I gathered data from the pictures and videos Master once saved, and calculated that you would like this appearance. So I became like this,” she replied, brimming with pride, hoping for his praise.

This was something Fan Qiuming hadn’t anticipated. His former self had been quite the otaku, which led her to believe that this was his favorite type.

“By the way, Master, I don’t have a name yet! Could you give me one?” she asked, her eyes brimming with hope. If the old Fan Qiuming had seen this, he would have gone wild with excitement.

“She’s just too cute!” Fan Qiuming thought. But naming was never his strong suit.

“Hmm… Since you were born from my spiritual energy, I’ll call you Yunling,” he said after careful consideration.

“Yunling? That sounds lovely. Yunling likes the name Master gave me.”

At that moment, joy lit up her entire face. She gazed at Fan Qiuming, happiness overflowing in her eyes, then scrambled up from the bed to hug him again, nuzzling against him.

“Ahem… Well, let’s get one thing straight: you can’t take on human form at will. Most of the time, you should remain as a phone, and only take this form with my permission,” Fan Qiuming said, gently pushing her away and keeping his distance.

“Okay, Yunling understands! But Master, you mustn’t abandon Yunling.”

Looking at her, Fan Qiuming sighed and patted her head. “Don’t worry, I won’t. But you must be obedient.”

Just then, Mian Xiaomiao passed by the door, caught sight of the scene, and immediately fluffed up with jealousy, leaping into Fan Qiuming’s arms and nuzzling him like a spoiled little woman.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t Qiulin take you with her?” Fan Qiuming asked, puzzled, but still let her cuddle.

“But if you take human shape, what about your clothes?” he asked Yunling, noticing she was wrapped only in the quilt. “You can’t always be wearing a blanket, right?”

“Don’t worry, Master. Just find me any clothes and I can change into them when I take on human form,” Yunling replied, looking at him as if to say, “I won’t cost you much; I’m very frugal.”

“That’s convenient,” Fan Qiuming nodded, then asked, “Do you always need electricity?”

“Yes! Not just electricity—spiritual energy can sustain my form too. I can use it to recharge,” she explained.

Looking at the little Mian in his arms, then at Yunling, Fan Qiuming couldn’t help but worry. “Will you be able to take human form in the future too?” he asked, stroking Mian’s head. Mian nuzzled his hand affectionately.

Yunling sniffed at Fan Qiuming, her expression turning odd.

“What’s wrong, Yunling? Is something off?” he asked, curious about her strange behavior.

“Master, there’s a strange spiritual residue on you—someone left it on purpose. I just noticed it,” she said.

“Hm?” Fan Qiuming genuinely hadn’t noticed this.

“That spiritual energy seems to have a tracking effect. Have you had contact with anyone unusual recently?”

“Unusual?” Fan Qiuming thought carefully. The only person fitting that description was Bai Qianyu.

If it really was her, that could be troublesome. Who knew what cultivation level her senior brothers were at? If they were only at the Qi Refining stage, that was manageable, but if they were at Foundation Establishment, Fan Qiuming wouldn’t stand a chance.

As long as his Mingxuan Hall was still here, it meant his ten immortal artifacts should also be in this world. He had no idea where they were, though—he’d have to search far and wide. But he needed to retrieve all ten; if they fell into the wrong hands, the consequences would be dire.

“Yunling.”

“I’m here, Master! What are your orders?” she replied, eyes shining with expectation.

“Can you connect to the global network?” Fan Qiuming asked cautiously. Even though she’d taken human form, her phone functions should remain.

“Yes, all the original functions are still there!”

Hearing this reassured Fan Qiuming.

“Good. From now on, keep an eye out for any events related to cultivators in this world, as well as the movements of all major families—including those abroad,” he instructed solemnly.

“If you do well, I’ll grant you a wish,” he promised, placing a hand on Yunling’s shoulder, his eyes full of hope. When it came to making promises, Fan Qiuming was a professional.

“Alright, Master! I’ll definitely complete the task!” She clenched her right fist, giving him a determined look.

“That’s all for now. You can explore the apartment and find some clothes to wear. But before Qiulin returns, you must return to your original form,” Fan Qiuming said.

Yunling agreed and left the room to wander the apartment.

Fan Qiuming stretched and sat back on the bed, pouring out a pile of spirit stones from his storage ring. He sat among them, circulating the Heavenly Thunder Body Refining Technique to absorb the spiritual energy.

They were only low-grade spirit stones, so he didn’t mind using them up. His main focus now was improving his cultivation.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but his aura had stabilized at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

When he opened his eyes, Yunling was right in front of him, giving him a fright.

“What are you doing here, Yunling?”

She was now wearing Shangguan Wanwan’s clothes.

“Master, I feel a bit tight around the chest…”

Fan Qiuming was helpless—Yunling might not be as tall as Wanwan, but her figure was even more impressive, almost making it impossible to see her feet when she looked down. Wearing Wanwan’s clothes was a stretch for her.

Qiulin’s clothes were out of the question—they probably wouldn’t fit at all.

“Achoo…” Outside, Fan Qiulin suddenly sneezed.

“Who’s talking about me?” She sniffed and didn’t give it much thought.

“Just make do for now. I’ll buy you some later,” Fan Qiuming said, rubbing his forehead in resignation.

He gathered up the used spirit stones, leaving only two behind. Even though they were depleted, their luster still resembled jade.

He stared thoughtfully at the two stones, as if a sudden idea had occurred to him…