The office door plaque indicates the Safe Deposit Box Department. The manager is a well-built, middle-aged man with golden hair and a slightly elevated hairline. His sedentary lifestyle and high-calorie diet have caused his figure to lose its shape. "Opening a safe deposit box?" the manager quickly rose, guiding Zhang Yuanqing to a guest sofa nearby. After the receptionist poured two glasses of warm water and stepped back, Zhang Yuanqing took a sip and glanced at the manager's chest, where his name badge read "Carl Parker." He smiled and said, "Manager Parker, I'm here to open a safe deposit box—box number 0042." Parker nodded. "Could you please present your identification?" Customers may check and use their own boxes at any time, but each time they open a box, they must carry their ID and sign a record upon completion. "You've already reviewed my identification," Zhang Yuanqing said, meeting Parker's eyes. Parker blinked, then rose with enthusiasm and said, "Follow me, please." Zhang Yuanqing followed him into the bank’s interior, took the elevator down to the basement, and passed through the corridor leading to the vault. Parker and a bank staff member retrieved the keys and opened the thick, 30-centimeter security door. They then opened a final iron gate, arriving at the personal safe hall. The safes here were arranged like the ash walls of a temple, one after another. Parker guided Zhang Yuanqing to the 00 area and stopped in front of safe 42, saying, "Please take your time." Then he stepped back. Zhang Yuanqing entered his password and faced the pinhole camera beside the password keypad. A few seconds later, he heard the confirmation tone for successful iris recognition. Safe 0042 unlocked. He immediately opened the safe, where a square wooden box lay inside. "Click!" Zhang Yuanqing opened the wooden box and found a fan-shaped copper piece. The complete piece should have been a bronze circular disc, divided into four sections. The surface of the bronze disc is inscribed with characters resembling tadpoles. Just a glance at them, Zhang Yuanqing felt his vision blur and his consciousness sink into a deep vortex, hard to shake off. He quickly closed his eyes, stopped observing, and clutched the bronze disc tightly, trying to retrieve information about the item. A few seconds later, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, startled. There was no item information... "Strange. The relics of the Pope must be items from the Spiritual Realm. Yet here is no information at all." The absence of item details was troubling, since it left the item undefined—like the fragments of the Magus's treasure map, where the item information clearly stated things such as "six fragments in total" and "the repository of the Feathered Immortal Sect." Now, the direction of the quest suddenly became clear and straightforward. "It must be no ordinary item—something that can cause such dizziness in the eyes—yet no item information. This can only mean one thing: this is not a Spiritual Realm item. It is something passed down through ancient practitioners. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly recalled a rumor: the Papal Court possessed a complete lineage of ancient practitioners, standing at the forefront of the fight against werewolves, witches, and vampires during the dark Middle Ages. Therefore, it was entirely reasonable that the Court held artifacts passed down from those ancient practitioners. "But it remained unclear whether the Holy Roman relics were embodied in this very bronze dish itself, or whether the dish merely served as a key—once all such pieces were gathered, the true relics would be revealed." Clearly, this fan-shaped bronze fragment was incomplete. Zhang Yuanqing removed the fragment, placed the wooden box back into the safe, and then turned to leave the hall. After leaving the bank building, he changed his appearance and attire several times, transforming into a handsome man with golden hair. He did not return to the red-brick building but instead took a taxi to Kings County, an area known for its turbulent conditions and large immigrant population. On the way, he quietly pondered: "Now it depends on the response from the Divine Judgment and the Hunter's Guild. If it's the Hunter's Guild that comes looking for me, then the organization behind the series of murders must be the Free Covenant—giving me the opportunity to infiltrate their ranks. Conversely, if it's the Divine Judgment, I can simply set aside the matter and focus on handling the relics of the Pope." One hour later, Zhang Yuanqing arrived in Kings County, where the city's development clearly fell short of Man Island—both its streets and residential areas exuded a sense of age, and the building heights were insufficient. Zhang Yuanqing had a specific reason for coming to Kings County: he was on guard against the possibility that the Free Covenant had orchestrated the series of murders. Should the Free Covenant have been the driving force behind the murders, then once he submitted his request for task completion, the Hunter's Guild would inevitably take notice of him and begin actively seeking him out. In an international metropolis like Xin Yue County, the most effective way to locate someone is through high-tech means—such as using the Hunter's app for precise positioning. Now that he returns to the red-brick building, it's like revealing his location—though he could eliminate tracking and positioning by turning off his device, he'd then be unable to meet with the Hunter's Guild. "If the Free Covenant truly values the Pope's relics, they would have contacted me by now. Indeed, they still need some time to verify that the 'Jia Fei Chapter' took the bank vault items. Just a little longer..." He strolled aimlessly through Kings County. Kings County, the most populous district among the five regions of the New Covenant Province, is as unruly as New York's Bronx, with a reputation for poor law and order. In such places, a common feature is the concentration of idle residents and prostitutes. After only a short while, Zhang Yuanqing spotted a striking blonde woman in a fitted dress, carrying a handbag, approaching him with a vibrant, alluring presence. "Sir," she said, "though it's still far from dusk, I'm already eager to indulge with you." The blonde woman demonstrated her figure and said, "For just two hundred dollars, you can have me. Add two hundred federal coins, and by evening, you'll have me as well." Two hundred federal coins? In the expensive new-contracted county, that's quite reasonable. She's certainly attractive, and surely many men have enjoyed her. I'm sorry, but I never take the crowded subway... Zhang Yuan declined, "Madam, I'd like to pay one hundred federal coins, yes, for the entire evening." The blonde woman studied him appreciatively and smiled gracefully, "Considering your good looks, even one hundred federal coins will do." I'm sorry, I never take the budget subway... Zhang Yuan quietly walked away. Two hours later, he had a Nick's chicken dinner on the street in Kings County, watched street dance, and saw the energetic young man skate and play basketball. It seemed the area's safety wasn't as poor as the reports suggested—perhaps simply because it hadn't gotten dark yet. "Kings County and the Bronx are breeding grounds for evil professions—should we tune into emotions and search for these villains? Well, if I have to sense emotions from everyone equally, it would be overwhelming. There's no point in hunting down the suffering ones..." Thinking this, Zhang Yuanqing pulled out his backup phone, turned it on, opened the Hunter app. Before he even checked the dashboard, he noticed two unread emails in his inbox—one confirming a completed task, and the other from the Hunter app's official team. "This message clearly intends to lead me to the guild branch—they must have located me through the app; only after that failed did they resort to this alternative plan. According to the president's assessment, the Hunter's Guild has a certain level of tolerance toward me. However, if I refuse to hand over the Holy Emperor's relics, it's unlikely they'll hesitate to kill me and seize the treasure—better be prepared for that." "The Shadow Corps are ideal for expendable units, but no matter how well they disguise their aura, it will still be detectable by high-tier travelers. To be safe, let's send a duplicate of the Yashimirror instead." Zhang Yuanqing had just settled on this plan when his normally used phone rang. The caller was Cao Qianshou. How could she have reached out to me? Zhang Yuanqing answered calmly, "Unusual—this is the first time you've called me during class." Cao Qianshou cut straight to the point on the other end: "Senior leadership of the organization wants to see you. There's an urgent and important matter." "What's the matter?" Zhang Yuanqing was momentarily stunned, thinking that no matter how urgent the matter, it couldn’t possibly involve him—after all, in terms of rank, he was only a Saint, and the Black-White Alliance had no shortage of elite combatants. As for relationships, he was merely a newly joined swordsman, still fundamentally an outsider. “I’m not entirely sure, but it must be connected to last night’s events. I’ve already taken leave and am at home. You come back now—I’ll show you to the Alliance’s leader and the elders.” Cao Qianxiu said. Upon hearing that it was related to last night’s incident, Zhang Yuanqing set aside his initial hesitation and replied, “Alright, you wait for me at home.” He then immediately drew out the Yajime Mirror, created a duplicate in a quiet spot, and parted ways with the duplicate, each proceeding independently. "Cao Qianxi introduced herself seriously. As she finished speaking, the iron gate creaked open with a sharp 'click,' the latch springing free. Cao Qianxi turned to Zhang Yuanqing and said, 'Go in.' The two of them passed through the garden and arrived at the West-style living room, guided by a housemaid. Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the two figures seated on the sofa. One was a broad-shouldered, commanding middle-aged man with a strong presence, while the other was a refined, scholarly-looking middle-aged man. The broad-shouldered man must be the Grand Marshal; the other, a Tao-family elder, perhaps? Zhang Yuanqing silently analyzed their positions, having heard from Cao Qianxi during their journey. The Reverse-Black-White Alliance has one Grand Marshal and two Elders. The Grand Marshal is a Thunder mage, and the other two Elders are a Wind mage and a Sea Nymph. The three primary roles are easily distinguishable. 'Cao Judge, please go to the side lounge and have a cup of tea,' said Deng Jingguo before either of them could speak. Cao Qianxi nodded and obediently went to the side lounge. Deng Jingguo glanced at Zhang Yuancheng and gestured for him to sit, then spoke in a steady tone, "What rank are you at as a swordsman?" "Peak of Fifth Rank!" Zhang Yuancheng replied. Deng Jingguo and Tao Siming exchanged a glance—this answer surprised and delighted them. Tao Siming smiled and said, "We'd like to ask you for a favor." A favor? I'd certainly refuse if it meant certain death... Zhang Yuancheng asked, "What is it?" Tao Siming said seriously, "You're a scout—excellent at tracking and investigation. We'd like you to find someone. He's a bounty hunter, with a spiritual realm ID of 'The Master of Heaven's Path.'" ... Bounty Hunter's Branch Office. "After all, I'm just a duplicate. If I die, it doesn't matter—I can simply serve as a trial run for the original body." "If the Free Alliance members attack me directly, then the Chairman's plan will fall apart. I'll have to assume a new identity and infiltrate their ranks..." In the meeting room of the Bounty Hunter's Guild, Zhang Yuancheng Immediately afterward, the door to the conference room opened, and a woman in a business attire stepped in. With an uncommon gray short haircut, she was in her thirties, her chest full and her waist slender, her hips rounded and her long, captivating legs exuding the sweet, ripe fragrance of a peach in full maturity. Her features were finely sculpted, flawless in every way, her light gray eyes misty and alluring, hinting at quiet charm. Upon seeing her, Zhang Yuanqing felt his head swell like a drum, his mouth dry, his passion blazing with intensity—he longed to press her beneath him, to thoroughly dominate her, to show her the relentless pace of his vigorous, A-tier night-time prowess. He immediately composed himself, striving to calm his arousal and drive away the rising heat, yet as a master-level illusionist at the peak of his sixth rank, he found himself unexpectedly hard to control. This was a true sovereign! He had considered the possibility of a free alliance, even contemplating the sacrifice of his position as the Supreme Master, and the need to establish a new identity. But what they did was surprisingly base—sending a top-tier love-focused professional. Yes, dispatching a love-focused professional is the most reliable and effective move: it allows control over the target without requiring major upheaval. Today, we might end up losing both our position and our assets. Right now, my mind is completely occupied with playing Mario—right from the start, they’ve deployed the beauty strategy. The Free Alliance truly shows a lack of sportsmanship. Zhang Yuanqing gritted his teeth quietly.