Undoubtedly, the Fragments of the Original Source of the Yin Moon refer to the black crescent moon within the character card. Zhang Yuanqing was no longer a newcomer when he first joined—no, actually, he had graduated from Qin Feng Academy—and since then, his knowledge of the spiritual realms has grown richer and more profound. The black crescent moon left behind by the Demon King symbolizes the power of Yin, specifically the highest level of that power, fully deserving the title "Original Source of Yin." The term "fragments," however, came as a surprise to Zhang Yuanqing. He had always believed the black crescent moon to be complete, only now realizing it was, in fact, fragmented. Upon reflection, though, he found the idea entirely reasonable. If the Demon King possessed a complete black crescent moon, he would have already ascended to the rank of a half-divine being. Well, that’s literally upending my entire foundation! Zhang Yuanqing silently responded in his mind: Refuse! The dialogue box instantly vanished, and the next moment, a new one appeared: [Exchange Item: The Sacred Heaven Set.] [Agree?] Zhang Yuanqing nearly laughed out loud, thinking, You stubborn thing, can’t you even offer something He suddenly had a thought, feeling that this feature was very useful. He could leverage the transaction capability of the exchange tickets to locate the heirlooms his father had left behind, as the palace master had mentioned—his deceased father had left behind something unknown within his soul. That something was the very cause of the split in his soul, yet Zhang Yuanqing still did not know what it was, nor could he find it. He would try again after leaving here. Suppressing his excitement, he once more declined and tossed the exchange ticket into the guild warehouse. "Mr. Chairman," Zhang Yuanqing said, standing in place, "you mentioned the perfect human skin just now. This is a cause-and-effect type item. Why did Mr. Bill sell it to me?" The chairman lounged lazily on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, holding a glass wine cup in his palm, gently swirling the liquid, and smiled lightly. "You can think of it as an investment. Since the Light Compass has come into being, all organizations have been actively seeking promising night wanderers to invest in. Mr. Bill is an excellent businessman, and he saw potential in you." "Why are we all investing so much in night-time spiritual tours? What exactly does the Light Compass's prophecy mean?" Zhang Yuanqing asked hurriedly. The chairman didn't respond. He took a long sip of the strong wine and smiled. "Knowing too much information that doesn't match your current level isn't always a good thing. That's advice!" If it were the head of the organization, he'd have told me without hesitation. Zhang Yuanqing sighed internally and said, "I'm good now, Chairman." "Then, I won't keep you." The chairman, wearing a silver mask, set down his wine glass and gave a crisp tap of his fingers. "Send..." "Ah, wait!" Zhang Yuanqing quickly interrupted, pulling out his phone and holding it up to the chairman with a flattering smile. "Would you mind adding me as a friend?" The chairman reached out to his pants pocket, then paused, returning to his relaxed posture. "For anything, just contact Bill." Before Zhang Yuanqing could speak, the chairman tapped his fingers once again. "Exile!" Zhang Yuanqing felt a flash of light, and the luxurious suite of the night club swiftly vanished, giving way to bright streetlights and a dark, starry sky. He now stood outside the Fu Family's villa complex. "The ability to teleport is quite impressive—much more convenient than flying on the wind," Zhang Yuanqing murmured, imitating the chairman and snapping his fingers: "Stellar Drift!" A dreamlike stream of starlight rose, and he appeared at the door of Fu Qingyang's study. He knocked and entered. In the study, Qian Gongzi sat at the desk in a white robe, the space before the desk empty—clearly waiting for him. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt a warm sense of belonging, as though he had been drifting far away and now finally returning home. If Qian Gongzi were a young lady, it would be even more touching. Indeed, currently, Fu Family's young lady was in the midst of a breakup with him. "Boss, I'm back," Zhang Yuanqing approached, pulling out the inter-universe trading voucher, "Here's the reward from the chairman." Fu Qingyang's deep and calm eyes flickered with visible curiosity as he took the small stamp, focusing intently on reading the item's information. Knowing the president's legendary feats of single-handedly defeating three half-divine beings, he was deeply interested and curious about this item. Zhang Yuanqing explained the characteristics of the exchange ticket beside him. After listening, Fu Qingyang placed the stamp back on the table and returned it, his voice rich and clear and cool. "I recommend you wait until the Sovereign stage to use it. Engaging in cross-level combat becomes exceptionally rare among high-level spiritual realm practitioners. While a few premium items can enable such over-level battles, this is most commonly seen among the extraordinary and the sages. By the Sovereign stage, even Master Qian, whose skills approach the Dao, lacks confidence in defeating a Sovereign of level eight. Of course, with the Swordmaster's cloak, he believes it's worth a try. Yet, throughout the entire spiritual realm, the Swordmaster's cloak is likely to be unique—there may not be a second item with similar functionality." I've decided to use this at the half-divine stage. I'll go for three... Zhang Yuanqing folds his exchange ticket, lowers his head, and says, "Well, that is, the elder, Miss Guan has officially broken up with me. If she realizes it tomorrow morning, um, could you please not tell her about the red thread matter?" Upon hearing the words "broken up," Fu Qingyang gives a slight smile. "Agreed. But why are you looking down?" Because I don't want you to notice that I'm trying to sleep with your sister... Zhang Yuanqing sighs, bowing his head. "I'm really disappointed." "You don't seem like someone who'd be easily moved by disappointment." "Ah, it's getting late now. Elder, I'll go rest early." Zhang Yuanqing swiftly star-flees. After leaving the Fu family villa, Zhang Yuanqing pulls out the Wind-Wielder gloves, intending to glide home on the wind. But his phone in his pocket chimes softly, signaling an incoming message. He pulls it out and checks. [Master of the Stop-Killing Palace: Twelve o'clock tonight, at the same place.] Honestly, the messages from the day were only just replied A strong wind blew outside the café, lifting fine dust and swirling it into the sky. A figure descended from the air, landing gracefully at the entrance. Zhang Yuanqing stepped through the open glass doors and spotted the Master of Zhishi, preparing coffee at the counter. As always, she was beautiful—her red dress like a flame, her black hair flowing like a waterfall, her silver mask glowing under the light, bright and radiant. Zhang Yuanqing remained expressionless, passing by the front desk and taking a circular table by the window, silently waiting. A few minutes later, the Master of Zhishi approached with two cups of coffee, her dress flowing elegantly, moving with grace. "I added two spoons of sugar," she said, giving a playful wink. Zhang Yuanqing didn't look at the coffee; instead, she lifted her gaze to meet the Master's eyes, close at hand. Ancient texts described a beautiful woman as "a smile that is charming, eyes that sparkle, and a complexion that shines with natural grace"—meaning that the girl's smile is lively and spirited, her gentle gaze captivating, and her fair skin exuding a refined, delicate beauty. The ancients truly had culture—unlike Zhang Yuanqing, who would only exclaim, "Wow, amazing!" when he saw a tall, beautiful young woman. But now, he didn't want to praise Zhi-Sha Palace's mistress with such words, because he was quite angry. "Last time I asked you if you knew about the Waha Emperor, you said you didn't. Yet I remember clearly that when you were pursued by the Magi's Eye and fled back to Songhai, you explicitly mentioned having a device called the 'Waha Emperor's Embrace.' Why did you deceive me?" Zhang Yuanqing pushed his coffee away, making his point clear. In fact, he had long since forgotten this detail—only when he heard the term 'Waha Emperor's Embrace' again at Qin Feng Academy did he recall what she had said earlier. Zhi-Sha Palace's mistress smiled brightly. "Then, I must admit, I truly don't know whether the Waha Emperor even exists." Zhang Yuanqing stared at her coldly for a moment. "Very well. Let's set the Waha Emperor matter aside for now." He took out the Wanjie Trading House exchange ticket from his inventory and placed it on the desk, saying, "Do you recognize it? If not, that's fine—it has a feature that detects all the items you're wearing, even the most concealed ones. Yet, from beginning to end, I haven't seen it identify anything my father left behind. Master Zhi Sha, how many of the things you've told me are truly true? Can I still trust you?" His gaze was cold and sharp. Master Zhi Sha, with her hands resting on her cheeks, smiled gently, "What do you think?" Zhang Yuanqing replied, "Your concealment has left me with not a single feeling of trust. I'm canceling our trip to Gao Tian Yuan—let's stop all communication from now on." Master Zhi Sha stared at him for a long time, then smiled slightly, "So the emotional threads have been severed. That explains your growing coldness and detachment." She slowly rose, barefoot, walked around the round table, and performed a move that left Zhang Yuanqing completely caught off guard—she wrapped her arms around his neck and sat herself on his thighs. After all this time, not even a single touch of her hand had he made—let alone intimate interaction. Suddenly, this happened, leaving him rigid and motionless, unable to move, even more afraid that, with no experience in physical contact, he might unintentionally offend the Lady of Zhengsha. Truly, he was a complete mess. "Without anything to say, so resorting to such a clumsy way to regain the initiative?" Zhang Yuanqing's mouth was harder than even the attendant's. The Lady of Zhengsha bowed her head, her beautiful eyes beneath the mask deeply fixed upon him, speaking softly, "Controlling you is simple. Do you think I needed to use the beauty strategy? Since I stitched your soul together, I've become irritable and erratic—unpredictable. You are the only one I've managed to restrain, the one I've spared from harm." "Then what?" Zhang Yuanqing remained stubborn. She sighed, "I have many things I've kept from you. But believe me—you won't want to know the truth. For you now, it would be unbearable pain." After a long silence, Zhang Yuanqing gently pushed her: "Come to Gao Tianyuan at 8 a.m. tomorrow." ... Early at 7 a.m., the protagonist's striving group. [Yuan Shishen: Everyone, I've been suspected by the Hundred Flowers Association—they've noticed that possibly one of the students opened the stone gate. @Xiahou Aotian, don't sell your goods through your family's auction house. I recommend an alternative—you go to Huadu and contact Red Chicken Brother, and have him take you to a place called Wan Bao Wu, a black-market hub. Have the owner of Wan Bao Wu assist with the auction.] [Xiahou Aotian: How reliable is Wan Bao Wu?] [Yuan Shishen: She's fairly reliable—just remember to change your appearance when you go. Also, if she recommends a specific furnace for crafting items, absolutely refuse.] [Xiahou Aotian: Got it!] [Yuan Shishen: Everyone, after the antique auction, try to hold cash. A sudden large deposit in your accounts will be hard to explain—your accounts are certainly under surveillance.] @Zhao Chenghuang, after 9 o'clock, pull Sun Miao-miao back into the group; she'll be crying out an apology to me. ] ... Leather City, the Xiaohou family. In the villa's bedroom, Xiaohou Aotian holds the "Art of Alchemy" in his left hand and his phone in his right, with a black headset resting on his ear—designed to help users hear the voices of spiritual beings. "I never intended to personally sell antiques myself, but the sudden influx of funds in my account does need an explanation. I'll make a trip to Huadu tomorrow." Xiaohou Aotian sets down his phone, brows through his black iron ring, and continues listening to the lecture from the ancient Qin alchemist. After a while, the elderly voice says: "Take a tea break." Finally, Xiaohou Aotian speaks: "Master Alchemist, your approach to cultivating warriors through medicinal pills is fundamentally flawed in today's modern world. We spiritual travelers have moral values." The elder alchemist is currently explaining various alchemical details—such as flame temperature, vessel usage, frequency of water addition, and dosage—based on the prescriptions in the "Art of Al At the same time, he taught the other immortals the correct methods of combat. One of these methods involves preparing pills to cultivate warriors who are fearless of life and death, pain-free, and possessing boundless strength. The elderly voice exhaled, "Hmph. Your talent is so ordinary—truly disappointing. Your moral principles have limited your ability to harm others, but they have not prevented you from devastating other living beings." Summer Hou Ao Tian brightened: "I understand your point now. I can use the wooden spirit's tools to gather animals, then have them take the pills. This would create warriors more combat-effective than ordinary ones." With that, Summer Hou Ao Tian countered the elder's earlier remarks: "How pitiful the old man is! Does he find any pleasure in suppressing me? Does he not feel full of envy and jealousy? As the protagonist, I won't dwell on this. How could a true strong one care about the opinions of mere ants?" ... The ring remained silent for a moment, then slowly said: "I now understand the reasons behind your isolation." ... 10 a.m. In the island nation, Fuji Mountain, Zhang Yuanqing, returning to the place of his former visits, wore a mask and sunglasses, dressed in hiking attire, presenting himself as a typical tourist. Following his memory, he stopped at the entrance to Kōten'gen. The area was sparsely populated; the group led by Chiharu, concerned that the celestial justice would become aware of Kōten'gen's existence, had not stationed any members to watch or guard here—any such presence would reveal the very existence of Kōten'gen. Thus, doing nothing was the best form of secrecy, and Zhang Yuanqing need not worry about his movements being monitored. "Right beneath your feet," he pointed to the ground, turning slightly to look at the chief of Zhishake Palace. The sister still wore a red dress with a silver mask, her skirt trailing gracefully across the ground, untouched by dust or mud, immaculate. Throughout their journey, the tourists at the mountain base had failed to notice her, and Zhang Yuanqing momentarily couldn't tell whether this was due to the power of the Life-Weaver, or whether she had employed some props—such as a celestial occupation. The chief of Zhishake Palace nodded slightly, and behind These crimson threads surged forward, piercing the ground and tearing through the rock and soil, revealing a deep, dark chasm. The Master of Zhishai gracefully descended into the opening, her robes flowing gently. Zhang Yuanqing, meanwhile, transformed into a shimmering cascade of starlight, arriving first at the cave's depths and witnessing the towering three-legged golden crane stone sculpture.