Under the silent gaze of the Seat Giant, the plump young man knelt, delivering the Master of the Origin's collaborative request to the Grand Elder of the Southern School, one rank below the head. The hall remained still for several seconds, and a faint, indistinct voice—genderless, ageless—echoed: "Behind the Pure Yang Master is the Night Rose." As an accomplished illusionist, the young man grasped the Grand Elder's meaning: though the Night Rose was not an evil faction, it opposed the official authority, making it a perfect opportunity for the Void Sect to watch the two powers clash. Yet, the Pure Yang Master himself was also an illusionist, naturally yearning for the spiritual energy of illusionists—thus, a direct adversary of the Void Sect. "Who is in charge of capturing the Pure Yang Master?" a soft, enigmatic voice emerged from within the cloak. "It is Elder Hongying of the Taiyuan Sect, and Elder 'Challenger of the Peak' of the Wuxing Alliance's Hangcheng Branch," the young man replied. Exchanging fundamental information is the prerequisite for establishing cooperation—this has already been sent to the Master of the Origin's inbox. The Senior Elder paused again, after a few breaths, and spoke slowly: "Inform them that two days from now, you will personally negotiate the partnership." Ah? Me personally? The plump young man's expression immediately grew strange, as though he had inadvertently lifted a stone to crush his own foot. It was entirely expected that the Senior Elder would agree to the partnership—after all, the Southern Sect had already lost two Seers, a rare and precious resource for such a relatively small evil organization. Moreover, considering the stature of the Master of Pure Yang, losing two Seers was merely the beginning. It was indeed a wise move to eliminate the threat at its roots. Yet, why me? I've only just ascended to Seer status, and my best days are still ahead. I certainly don't wish to become entangled in this conflict. The young man silently protested within himself, unwilling to voice it. The tall, cloak-clad giant bowed his head, gazing steadily at him, as if a wave of countless voices had converged into one: "Unwilling?" Startled, the young man pressed his head firmly against the ground and exclaimed, "Subordinate vows to serve the organization with unw "Very well," the voice softened to a normal level, the Cloak Giant saying, "What have the Past-Trace Masters been up to recently?" "By late August, we plan to gather the team, recite sutras, and deliver teachings to dissipate the accumulated resentment," the plump man reported calmly. When he first met the Master of Past-Trace, he had mentioned that he belonged to the School of Void. After joining the inn, he had further openly informed the Master that the School of Void had assigned him to monitor him. The Master had agreed. "Grand Elder, Master Past-Trace has chosen to remain secluded, with a different path from ours, yet he has always maintained a peaceful coexistence—without interference. I believe we need not make a special effort to pay close attention to them," the plump man carefully shared his thoughts. A sigh echoed through the hall. "Master Past-Trace was already at the peak of his powers twenty years ago. The Abbot says he may well take that final step and reach the semi-divine level." Has Master Past-Trace already approached the semi-divine level? What does the Abbot mean by that? Doesn't the Abbot want to see The plump young man was deeply startled—both by the master’s profound level and by the demeanor of the Master of the Order. Just as he was about to probe further, he suddenly noticed the scenes in the hall growing hazy. After passing through a shimmering, misty space, he opened his eyes. He had been sent out of the dream by the senior elder. “Phew…” He sat up, his brows furrowed, a growing sense of unease settling in. Without realizing it, he had begun to cherish this tranquil life—free from enemies and pressure. Though delivering food daily was monotonous, it felt full of meaning. “I should go meet Master Wuhen…” He rose, got out of bed, and rushed toward the door. … Zhang Yuanqing took the folder, opened it, and quickly scanned the list of training participants. Most official travelers had only one opportunity to meet Qin Feng—that of successfully completing their internship and becoming full-fledged official travelers. Then, they would enter the academy for a seven-day training program, gaining knowledge of various organizations and professions, including the spiritual realm. Zhang Yuanqing quickly scanned the list, mentally noting the ones highlighted in red, intending to cross-reference them once Sun Miao-miao's list arrived. Fu Qingyang leaned against the back of his chair and said, "You hope to identify the identity of the leader of the Night Bloom Rose through the training roster—your plan won't succeed, because you've overlooked one key point." Zhang Yuanqing shifted his gaze from the folder to meet Fu Qingyang's eyes: "What is it?" "At the time of the Chu family's downfall, the Night Bloom Rose had no leader. It's therefore reasonable to infer that the leader had already passed away back then. He or she revived through the Chu family's rule-based artifact—the Mother Goddess's Womb." Fu Qingyang glanced at the folder. "Moreover, the Qin Feng Academy has only existed for fourteen years, so the Night Bloom Rose leader could never have served there." Zhang Yuanqing was momentarily stunned: "You're absolutely right..." He had forgotten this detail. The Qin Feng Academy had been established for just fourteen years, and the late dean Li Yanxi had once mentioned it, but at that time, his focus had been entirely on figuring out the identity of the Armor Person. Therefore, this detail wasn't remembered. Different professions have different traits; memorizing what is seen or heard is a passive skill for bachelor-level roles, while scouts, who excel at observation and reasoning, are half-way there. "But that doesn't make sense—without having personally experienced Qin Feng, and only hearing that there are hidden missions within Qin Feng, how could one possibly have a deep desire for such missions?" Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows. Unless the leader of the Night Rose had personally encountered the Key to Gao Tianyuan—like Fu Qingyang—who recognized the connection between the two, they could infer that a great treasure lay behind the stone gate. Yet that was impossible. The Key to Gao Tianyuan was unearthed only after World War II and has been preserved by the Chian He Group since then. One can only imagine that if the Night Rose's leader had known of this artifact, the entire Chian He Group would have already been reduced to ashes. "He must have attended Qin Feng Academy—only someone who has attended Qin Feng Academy could have a general understanding of hidden missions," Zhang Yuanqing said with confidence. Lingjun in the lounge, holding his phone and flirting with the beautiful woman, said calmly, "I suggest you don't look him up. The leader of the Night Rose is of extremely high rank. Higher-tier night-wanderers can observe their own fate through stargazing. If you uncover his identity, it will trigger a chain of consequences—then he'll be able to sense your presence through the unfolding fate. "You know, just living comfortably is better—why go looking for trouble?" said Hua Gong, sounding like someone who values immediate enjoyment. You, as a prince, naturally don't understand the pressure I, as a descendant of the Mage King, carry. All you need to do is sleep with women. That's all. Zhang Zizhen's son, Zhang Yuanqing, thought to himself. Meanwhile, he wasn't worried at all, because the shards of Taiyin would interfere with any predictions about him—every divination or forecast would still appear normal. Fu Qingyang looked at him coldly, "So you're just a piece of trash." "The leader is absolutely right! The leader has a real knack for judging people!" Zhang Yuanqing exclaimed loudly. Lingjun glanced down at his phone, then chuckled, " Although Qin Feng Academy's training roster had become obsolete, Zhang Yuanqing was still going through it. "Boss, which batch was the Fear Emperor from? Let me check his spiritual realm ID." Fu Qingyang's expression darkened, and he remained silent. Ling Jun, on the other hand, seemed genuinely interested. "I can't recall the exact batch, but it was around three years ago—go check then." Three years ago... Zhang Yuanqing flipped through the dates and landed on 2019, when there were two batches that year—one for the Transcendent tier and one for the Sage tier. As he quickly scanned the entries, his eyes settled on a specific spiritual realm ID, and he exclaimed, "The Free Dove?" "Ah—!" He couldn't help but laugh. Indeed, that was the Fear Emperor's style. He had already longed for freedom back then. He recalled the Dean Li Yanxi having mentioned that the female Marshal and the King of Fear were classmates from the same cohort, so he continued reviewing the list, his gaze suddenly pausing on one name: "老大, Fu Qingxuan—is she…?" A sudden intuition surged within him, and a profound, stirring thought came to mind. The Marshal wasn't among the earliest batch of Spirit Realm travelers; she was quite young. Guan Ya had once said her maternal cousin possessed exceptional talent and was the only latecomer cherished by the elders of her clan. The Fu family was a well-established Spirit Realm lineage within the White Tiger military ranks. Ling Jun and Fu Qingyang both turned to look at him. The latter said quietly, "My sister." The former added, "She is actually the Marshal of the White Tiger military." Really her? Though Zhang Yuanqing had anticipated this, his heart still surged with waves of astonishment. That's why Fu Qingyang dared to call the Marshal a piece of trash, and that's why he harbored such ambitious aspirations to take over the headquarters—he didn't just have the Fu family behind him; he also had a Marshal sister. Wow, what a guy who strictly follows the protagonist template—way better than that fake protagonist, Xiahou Aotian. Wait a minute—the Marshal is not only Fu Qingyang's sister but also Guan Ya's cousin. Does that mean I'm destined for a smooth rise in status? Yet then I wonder—what does the female Marshal think about Guan Ya's marriage prospects? If she also supports the alliance, we're in serious trouble. Despite a thousand thoughts rushing through Zhang Yuanqing's mind at once, Fu Qingyang remained keenly attuned to his inner turmoil, calmly saying: "People who are just ordinary won't manage things well. In fact, every Grand Marshal is subject to oversight by the headquarters. The day-to-day affairs of the Five Elements Alliance are typically handled and decided by headquarters, with the Grand Marshal holding a veto power—but without involvement in the specifics, unless it's a matter of existential importance to the Alliance. This was established at the very beginning of the Five Elements Alliance, when the five Grand Marshals formalized these rules under the imperial court's witness." Is it because absolute power inevitably leads to absolute corruption? Zhang Yuanqing hummed and then listened as Fu Qingyang said, "Lingjun, what does the Taiyuan Gate think about the Night Rose?" The topic returned to business. Zhang Yuanqing set down his folder and looked at the flower prince. "I really don't know," the flower prince shrugged, "such matters are usually discussed internally among the elders and aren't shared with us. But it's certain that the Taiyuan Gate hasn't found the leader of the Night Rose." "The Master is the strongest night-wandering deity of our time, specializing in the stars—can't even he handle it?" Fu Qingyang furrowed his elegant brows. Lingjun put down his phone and said seriously, "You should know that the Yin element controls the Star element. After the Black Unchanging incident, the Taiyuan Gate conducted a comprehensive examination, but found nothing. I heard from Zhao Elder that the leader of the Night Rose might specialize in Yin, and is even a master who has reached the fundamental essence—someone who protects the members of the Night Rose." Reaching the fundamental essence? Zhang Yuanqing felt a spark of recognition. Could it be that the leader of the Night Rose also holds the fragments of the Original Source of the Moon? Since the black full moon on the character card represents a fragment, there must be others. Therefore, it's entirely understandable that the Master of Taigong cannot find the leader of Night Rose. Of course, this doesn't mean the Master is inferior to the Night Rose leader—it simply reflects their different specialties. The Night Rose leader excels at concealment, but is less strong in strategic planning and long-term layout compared to the Master of Taigong. Wait! Zhang Yuanqing suddenly recalled something. Although the Magus is not a half-god, he also controls a fragment of the Original Source of the Moon, and the Moon governs the art of stargazing. Therefore, the Master of Taigong cannot track down the Magus' descendants, just as he cannot detect the Magus himself. Then—how certain is the Master's announcement that the Magus has perished? In the midst of the vibrant early autumn, Zhang Yuanqing felt a sudden chill.