I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

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The next day, 6 o'clock in the morning.

As dawn broke, Jing Yang went into the woods alone. Under his control and guidance, Wu Er walked out from the depths of the forest and nuzzled him affectionately.

Jingyang suddenly called out to the empty woods, "Xiaobai! Xiaobai, are you there?"

"Chirp!" The rock sparrow flew over from behind and landed on Jingyang's head.

“No, it’s Little Gray.” Jingyang caught the little gray bird and turned around to see Xiaodi following him. “Did I wake you up? I need to finish quickly, I have to go to Xizhen Port to catch a boat at 8 o’clock.”

"All done?" Little Drop asked curiously.

"Xiao Bai—" Just as Jing Yang was about to call out again, he and Xiao Di noticed a pale, boyish ghost that emerged like a wisp of smoke, staring blankly at Jing Yang.

Jingyang patted Wu Er's tiger head and said, "Little Bai, since we get along so well, I'll temporarily entrust my tiger brother to you."

Wu Er nuzzled against him. Xiao Bai was deathly pale, and his expression was unreadable; he didn't seem as lively as when he was living in the white fox doll.

Jingyang smiled and extended his hand, "If you agree, let's give each other a high five."

Xiao Bai was stunned for a moment, and under Wu Er's big head, she stretched out her pale little hand and silently clapped her hands with Jing Yang's.

……

At 7:30 a.m., at Xizhen Port, the ship was ready to depart, and some tourists were boarding one after another, chatting and laughing as they stood on the bow deck enjoying the sea breeze.

"This way." From the side of the boat, Da Gao and the others waved to the shore.

Jingyang, Xiaodi, and Menqi boarded the ship one after another. A sea breeze blew by, and Jingyang looked back at Ghost Island, his mind filled with thoughts. In just over half a month, he had gone from almost falling into the wolf's belly to finally making some progress. Now, his strength might not be enough to make him walk around the Hunter world with impunity, but at least he could walk with his head held high.

In the distance, he saw at the edge of the woods that Can Yue Hu Wu Er, with a pale, ghostly shadow, was looking in his direction.

"Chirp chirp!" The rock sparrow circled above the ship with two crows.

"Jingyang, let's go," Menqi urged from behind, "The ship is about to depart."

"They're here." Jing Yang waved to Wu Er and Xiao Bai from afar. Next time he came, he should be able to lead the tiger around the world.

He smiled, turned around, and entered the crowd on the deck, joining Xiao Di and the others in the cabin.

With the sea breeze blowing and the waves crashing, the ship slowly sailed away from the ghostly island, heading towards the nearest port city of Ochima, Grenoble...

Chapter 45 The End

In the capital of Kakin, a light drizzle is currently falling.

With the king's birthday approaching, even the princes, who are usually scattered in various places or studying abroad, rarely gather together in the palace to attend various banquets and events.

Outside the window, rain slanted down, while inside the quiet room, Babima Inna stood at attention with her hands behind her back.

Behind the table in front of him, First Prince Benjamin, like a lion in human skin, stood calmly and swiftly reviewing the task reports he had submitted. After reading each page, he would hand it to the bald, scarred black strategist Barusamirko, who would then read it page by page until the very last one.

Benjamin closed his eyes and pondered. The black staff officer also mentally reviewed the situation.

Blanchett, a one-star hunter from the Hunter Association, did indeed come into contact with the empty tomb of the True Martial King...

The ferocious spirit beast left behind by the late Prince Nasty has been properly dealt with by Blanchett, and can be considered to pose no threat to the Grey Flesh royal family for the time being...

The deposed queen and her guards are all dead...

Barbima Inna was suspected of being monitored by birds...

And, the whereabouts of that bastard child are unknown; whether he is alive or dead is currently uncertain.

Benjamin opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "The hunter's license wasn't found on the body of the one hired by the deposed queen?"

“No.” Barbima Inna stood ramrod straight. “First, he didn’t carry it with him. Second, it was lost during his fight with Muther. Third, it was picked up by a passing wild animal or passerby after his death.”

The black strategist, Barusamirko, said, "He was hired to protect the deposed queen, so it's impossible for him not to carry a hunter's license. Let's set aside other possibilities that can't be confirmed at the moment and assume someone picked up the license..."

Benjamin skimmed through the report submitted by Barbimainna, scanning the text rapidly. He finally stopped at "suspected of being monitored by birds" and "Jing Yang, a professional hunter who looks only 5 years old." He tapped the paper with his large finger and asked, "Let's use the process of elimination. Could this Jing Yang be the one who picked up the hunter's license? Even more so, could he be that missing bastard?"

Barusamirko said, "He's an Emission type, but it's also possible that he's a Enhancement type disguised as an Emission type, or..."

“Or it could be the manipulation system,” Barbimaina said. “In that case, the bird that is suspected of spying on me could be his doing.”

“Nen abilities are incredibly diverse. It’s not entirely impossible for a newborn baby to grow to the size of a five-year-old.”

Barusamirko pondered, "But who did it? The deposed queen was just an ordinary person. Did she awaken Nen abilities at the time of her death? That's highly unlikely. Moreover, even if an infant's body can be forcibly grown, the knowledge, abilities, intellect, and thinking abilities that Jingyang has displayed are difficult to explain. Unless this person named Jingyang is actually a puppet manifested by someone hiding in the shadows—but in that case, we'll be trapped in endless skepticism and never get a conclusion."

Benjamin nodded and finally made a decision: "Since we haven't found the body, let's assume that bastard is still alive. Since we don't know where he is, let's assume he's hostile towards us and will take revenge on us in the next ten or twenty years. Always be prepared for battle."

“Yes!” Barusamirko and Babimaina replied.

"Also, keep all the relevant information about Jingyang and all the hunters mentioned in the mission report of Babima Inna. That's all for now, I'm leaving."

After the First Prince finished speaking, he stood up. He was not wearing his usual military uniform, but rather his ball gown. The black suit clung tightly to his imposing frame.

As I stepped out of the door, I happened to run into a tall woman dressed in a long dress and looking very elegant in the long corridor covered with a red carpet.

According to the tradition of the Kakin royal family, all the king's children, regardless of gender, are called princes, and there is no concept of primogeniture. The right of succession is determined only by the outcome of a bloody war of succession, initiated by the reigning king on a future day. The victor becomes king.

This woman in her elaborate long dress is none other than the second prince of Kakin in this generation, Camilla = Grey Flesh.

"Kami, I'm truly surprised that someone as skeletal as you is still lingering here." The second prince said with an elegant smile, but his words were anything but polite. "Do you intend to pollute the air of the palace that Kami will inherit in the future?"

Benjamin seemed enraged, his face contorted with rage. "Stupid woman, you'll regret this when the War of Succession begins."

Having said that, he turned and walked toward the hall where the ball was being held. Barusamirko watched the First Prince's retreating figure, thinking to himself that outsiders were always misled by Prince Benjamin's seemingly rude behavior. How could they know that he was actually brave, resourceful, strong, patient, and decisive in his actions, and would not easily lose his temper? He was truly the only choice to inherit the Kingdom of Kakin.

"Kami has already made a wish, but these awful princes still haven't obediently died. This world is just too unfair!"

The second prince, grumbling inwardly, entered the ballroom, a gathering place for celebrities and nobles, with a blank expression.

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Having left Ghost Island, Yinda was sitting at the table looking at the laptop screen in front of him.

No professional hunter named Jing Yang was found in the Hunter Association's records. He wasn't on the list of prospective hunters who passed the test, nor was he among the candidates who officially participated in the Hunter Exam. He wasn't in the last 20 Hunter Exams, nor in the last 50…

"Is it an alias?" Yinda opened a bag of potato chips and crunched them. "If it's like what he said, and it's similar to Bisky's situation, then it's possible that his physical appearance has completely changed. If he changed his name, it's like he's become a completely different person... Unless we get his DNA and access an international server to check his identity information, it's impossible to determine his true identity."

Or perhaps Jingyang's identity is hidden in a more secretive database within the association?

Although Ginta is one of the twelve high-ranking members of the Hunter Association, not everything about him can be found. For example, there's practically no information on Gold, another member of the twelve; even Chairman Netero probably doesn't know what this prodigal son does. After all, the Hunter Association isn't a tightly organized institution, and it doesn't have strong binding power over its members.

"Ask Biyou for help? She's always glued to her laptop and phone, her technical skills are definitely much better than mine..."

Click, click, click...

Yinda ate some potato chips and drank two bottles of carbonated beverage.

After thinking about it, I decided against it. Strictly speaking, he and Bi You of the "Mao" branch were on opposing sides in the twelve branches. He tended to be conservative and steady, while Bi You's faction was more radical and inclined towards reform. Besides, they weren't that close to each other.

Judging from Jing Yang's behavior, apart from his concealed identity, he is quite sincere and has no ill will towards Men Qi, his "junior".

Yinda put the matter aside completely. He was a poacher, not some kind of secret hunter; he had his own serious business to attend to.

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Meanwhile, on the ship bound for the port city of Greburg in Ochima, Menqi banged on Jingyang's small private room door and shouted loudly, "Jingyang, let's go for a walk, Xiaodi will come too."

Jing Yang's voice came from inside the door: "Practicing martial arts! No time!"

……

Jingyang clutched his chest, his brows furrowing slightly.

Chapter 46 Playing Cards

Outside the door, Menqi said helplessly, "Are you really not going to relax for even a day?"

As he listened to Menqi's departing voice, Jingyang, inside the cabin, felt the ship swaying as it sailed and turned to look out at the undulating sea through the round porthole.

"Death energy..."

He was speechless; he had really been careless.

Just now, a familiar aura of death, both cold and hot, pierced into my heart.

I thought there had been some kind of murder on the ship...

Jing Yang carefully examined the surroundings and recalled that the wisp of death energy seemed to originate "below," and because of the ship's route, it appeared to be more "below and to the rear."

It emerged from the sea.

Jingyang conjured a scene in his mind: In the deep sea, a shark opened its massive jaws, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and bit a giant octopus to death. After the octopus died, its body was covered in ink, and a wisp of death energy, both extremely yang and extremely yin, transformed into a sharp arrow, cutting through the waves and chasing after the ship's exhaust fumes, heading straight for him, who was holed up in the cabin practicing his Nen abilities...

"My absorption range for death energy is about one kilometer. By the way, is this sea area a thousand meters deep?"

Jing Yang frowned, thinking to himself, "Given the ship's speed, even if there are schools of fish hunting and fighting underwater as it passes by, it wouldn't be that easy. It just so happens that the ship happens to be on the surface of the water at the exact moment the marine life dies, right? Only in that way could it possibly fall into the range of my unlucky heart absorbing death energy..."

He sat quietly on the small bed in the room for a while, and sure enough, no more deathly aura came from the sea, which put him at ease.

After tidying up, taking his phone and the remaining cash, Jingyang pushed open the door and went out.

The two crows that accompanied them were released by Jingyang on the deck outside, while the little gray rock finches were casually locked in the room and were now chirping and pecking at the door in dissatisfaction.

The balding young man, Sloe, was still an official of Ochima. He had booked several rooms in this "first class" corridor. To the right of Jingyang's exit were Xiaodi and Menqi's rooms, to the left were Da Gao and others' rooms, and on the far left were Sloe and other Ochima personnel.

The doors to Dago and the others' room were locked, and there was no sound; it seemed they weren't there.

Jingyang glanced at Xiaodi and Menqi's room on the right, thought for a moment, then turned and went to a spacious cabin not far away, which he didn't know whether to call a small shop, a small bar, an activity room, or a chat and social square.

……

"Hahahaha!"

"I'm luckier than you. I saw a Moon Tiger once, alive! It was really beautiful. It was definitely worth the trip."

"What's so special about the Miserable Moon Tiger? This 'Blue Moon Pearl' I bought is truly rare. It's said that a Miserable Moon Tiger can only have one of these precious gems in its lifetime!"

As expected of a boastful place, the spacious cabins overlooking the outside decks were bustling with noise. Jingyang was immediately overwhelmed by the heat, the smell of alcohol, the aroma of food, and the cacophony of various accents. Ghost Island was a tourist island, frequented by either businesspeople or tourists. On this ship leaving Ghost Island, everyone chatted freely, discussing everything under the sun, a truly diverse and fascinating topic for Jingyang.

"If you ask me, Ozwarsky is definitely the murderer! That damn judge, that damn lawyer!"

"What a beautiful wife! How could that fat pig Ottoman do that to her..."

"The lawyer who defended him was no good either! After the final verdict, I was itching to punch him!"