In the morning, Songhai Fu's family village. Fu Qingyang, mid-way through a video conference, noticed his phone screen at the desk light up, displaying the caller: Xiao Zhang. He furrowed his brows and immediately paused the rather important meeting, "Let's pause for half an hour!" He exited the online meeting and answered the call, launching right into a sharp tone: "I thought you'd gone completely off the grid while abroad!" Since Yuan Sheng Tian Zun returned to the spiritual realm, Zhang Yuanqing had switched his phone number, and Fu Qingyang naturally updated his contact note. A name like "Xiao Zhang" is the most likely to be overlooked. "Boss, I'm facing some issues," Zhang Yuanqing said. Fu Qingyang sighed, "I knew it would happen—wouldn't you have called me if you hadn't encountered any trouble? After all, whenever you're not busy, you're always on video calls with Guan Ya." That's what he said—wasn't it true that when Fu Qingyang was busy, Guan Ya was always on the phone? In fact, it wasn't just Guan Ya; Gong Zhu and Xiao Yuan were also constantly on the line. Zhang Yuanqing silently Fu Qingyang listened attentively, pulled out a chair, sat down, opened his laptop, logged into his email, and downloaded the attachment. After entering his password, he clicked on the document to review its contents, while listening to Zhang Yuanqing's explanation: "The chairman learned from the King of the Underworld that the true owner behind the 'Hunters' Guild' is the Free Alliance. He wants me to infiltrate the enemy's organization and uncover Free Alliance members hidden within the lawful, orderly groups. The Hunters' Guild has assigned me a specific task..." He went on, narrating the background and details step by step. "It's all about intelligence warfare—espionage comes before actual combat. In some cases, the intelligence war even surpasses the physical battlefield. However, your mission is central to the chairman's overall strategy, so it's surprising that you didn't share it with me," Fu Qingyang remarked. Zhang Yuanqing immediately responded, "Boss, that's just formal—out of touch. I don't even trust my own mother, but you're the one person I can rely on completely." "This kind of subtle, well-crafted approach is meant to win over Guan Ya. It doesn't need to be directed at "Guan Ya doesn't need sugar-coated missiles—she needs our ancestral chromosomes," Zhang Yuanqing declared loudly. "My trust in the elder brother exceeds my trust in Guan Ya. Just don't tell Guan Ya that." "I'm not that dull," Fu Qingyang said, cutting off the topic. "I've reviewed the materials. Since you called me, it means the star-gazing calculations can't pinpoint the locations of the other copper blocks. Right now, you're gambling that the Pope handed over the entire disc to Huo Zhengkui. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to locate the blocks." "Indeed, indeed!" Zhang Yuanqing nodded mindlessly, willing to let go of his thoughts in front of Fu Qingyang. "So Huo Zhengkui divided the heirloom into four pieces—one passed down through the family, and the other three hidden." "Then where would he have hidden them?" "That requires us to consider why Huo Zhengkui chose to pass down the copper blocks as an ancestral legacy." Fu Qingyang's thoughts were clear and his speech fluent: "You have secured one of the copper blocks, yet still cannot predict or pinpoint its location. This indicates that the copper block itself is inherently unattainable through divination or forecasting. Therefore, the most effective way to completely conceal the block's existence is to submerge it beneath the sea." That makes sense... Zhang Yuanqing nodded, continuing along the same line of reasoning: "But Ho Zhengkui passed it on to his illegitimate son, which suggests..." Fu Qingyang hummed in agreement, saying: "It shows he intended for someone to eventually receive the relics of the Pope, but he didn't know whom to entrust them to. After the fall of the Church, the lawful order organizations lost credibility, and the evil professions became even less reliable. Thus, he chose to pass it on to his illegitimate son." "Do you remember what the founder of the Anti-White-Black Alliance said when you saw him accept the relics in Jia Feizheng's memory?" Zhang Yuanqing said solemnly: "Not to the foreigners; not to the underperformers; not to the corrupt." "Exactly. This statement serves as the most compelling verification. Fu Qingyang said, "Since Ho Zhengkui wants someone to obtain it, he must have left some clues. The personnel records you received from Tianfa are quite diverse. If you go through them one by one, it will take a long time." A life of a major mafia figure is inevitably vibrant—he has met so many people and accomplished so many things. To trace the clues of the copper piece among all this would require extensive investigation and verification. "Therefore, based on the information in the will, we can take a risk!" Fu Qingyang said. "How?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. "I'm betting he's a patriotic man!" At the other end of the phone, Zhang Yuanqing's eyes lit up, recalling a record in the personnel files and immediately added, "In 1955, he donated a cultural relic that had been lost overseas to the nation." The relic was called the "Zhou Ji Feng Bird Vessel," a bronze artifact from the Shang and Zhou dynasties. Fu Qingyang said, "During Ho Zhengkui's active years, the second-largest region's spiritual realm practitioners were just emerging, and the precursors of the Five Elements Alliance—five organizations—had not yet become official bodies. Ho Zhengkui could not have delivered the copper ingot to them. Therefore, hiding it within a cultural relic and donating it to the state was the most reliable course of action." Compared to true scouts, my observational skills still fall short... Zhang Yuanqing exclaimed, "That makes perfect sense!" "Then let's conclude today. I'll handle that cultural relic myself—I have an important meeting scheduled. Also, please send me the phone number of the chairman of the Merchants' Association." Fu Qingyang hung up the phone immediately. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze deep and thoughtful, silent in contemplation. A few seconds later, a soft notification sound indicated a new message had arrived. Zhang Yuanqing sent over the chairman's personal number. Fu Qingyang immediately dialed the number. Within a few seconds, the call connected, and the voice on the other end was low: "Who are you, and how did you come to know this number?" Fu Qingyang sneered, "Your spies have betrayed me." "...” The chairman remained silent for a few seconds, then sighed, "This ungrateful wolf never settles down!" Fu Qingyang said coldly, "You wanted him to infiltrate the Free Alliance and expose the corrupt elements within the Lawful faction?" "Any issues?" "None. This move is brilliant—factional struggles have never been merely about battles and clashes." Fu Qingyang's tone grew more subdued. "But it's too risky. I'm not at ease." "The pieces have already been placed; we can't go back." "Then strengthen the pieces," Fu Qingyang stated directly. "I want you to formally request assistance from the Five Elements Alliance under the banner of the Merchant Guild. Behind the Merchant Guild's conflict with the Wine God Club lies a struggle between two major factions. As a Lawful faction, the Five Elements Alliance has an obligation to support the Alliance." "Go on." "I'll send several teams to assist you in New Covenant County. I think the members of the Departed Return Guild are quite suitable." "Without a Sovereign?" "Assistance is just a pretense. Yuan Shǐ needs teams—Saints will do. A Sovereign would stand out too much." "Agreed!" The president nodded her approval. Fu Qingyang hung up the phone, picked up the desk phone, and informed the rabbit-dancer below: "Prepare the plane. I'm heading to the capital to contact the Capital Museum." ... New Covenant County, the Red Brick Building. Zhang Yuanqing set down his phone, left the bedroom, and knocked on Anne's door. "Good evening!" The golden-haired beauty in a silk nightgown opened the door with a warm smile. "Good evening," Zhang Yuanqing bowed slightly, entered the room, and sat on the single sofa by the bed. "Anne, have you heard of someone named Catherine? She's a Sovereign-level figure in the Passionate Professions division." He described Catherine's appearance in detail. Do you think Catherine has been disguised as a senior member of the Passionate Professions division in New Covenant County? "Anne gave a slight shake of her head: 'You're right—so are the senior executives of the association. The very heavens will agree. The senior figures of the Hunter's Guild are publicly recognized, and their identities are unquestionable. They simply cannot hold dual identities within a lawful, orderly organization.' Zhang Yuanqing nodded. "I'll keep in touch with Catherine, gather more information and details about her. You stay at the New Covenant Branch and help me find people. As my personal secretary, you've been doing this for a while now—aren't you starting to feel a bit bored?" Annie was indeed full of energy. "I'll pack my things right now!" ... 1:00 p.m. The director of the Capital Museum stood in full business attire, accompanied by two staff members, at the entrance of the museum, awaiting the arrival of a distinguished guest. In the morning, he received a phone call from the director of the Capital Cultural Bureau, who informed him that a high-profile guest would be visiting the museum at 1:00 p.m. The guest's identity was not specified, only that he should treat the guest with the utmost care, fulfill all of their requests, and never say "no." The director had been standing under the autumn sun since 12:30 p.m. Soon, a sleek black executive sedan entered the museum square. The driver, dressed in a crisp suit and wearing white gloves, quickly stepped down, bowed, and opened the car door. At the sight of the distinguished guest stepping down from the carriage, the director and the two female staff members behind him brightened. The guest wore a white suit, with features so refined they were almost carved in stone—so handsome that it was hard to look away. He carried an elegant, composed air, like a lotus blooming on a snow-capped mountain or a white orchid growing on a steep cliff. The director hurried forward, "Good day. I'm Xu, the director of the Beijing Museum." The young man in white gave a slight nod, neither expressing emotion nor offering a smile, and said, "I would like to see the Zhou Ji Feng Bird Vessel." The Zhou Ji Feng Bird Vessel... The director was momentarily taken aback and quickly turned to the staff behind. The woman on the left immediately replied, "The Zhou Ji Feng Bird Vessel is in Hall 3—I'll show you there." Her eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at Fu Qingyang, such a man of exceptional grace and appearance—she could hardly imagine a lifetime without meeting someone like him. Thus, under the guidance of the staff, Fu Qingyang arrived at Hall 3 and saw the artifact. Its appearance is that of a magnificent phoenix, covered with verdigris, with its head raised, four legs, a tail that hangs slightly curled downward, round convex eyes, a broad curved beak, and a hollow body with a cylindrical wine vessel on its back. It stands quietly on the exhibition platform, enclosed within a tempered glass cover. A female staff member warmly introduced: "This is a Western Zhou bronze vessel, measuring 56 centimeters in length and 44.5 centimeters in width... It had been lost overseas in modern times. In 1955, a Chinese-American spent one hundred million federal dollars to acquire it and donated it to the nation." Fu Qingyang coldly said, "Bring it out!" The female staff member was taken aback. The director also paused, but quickly recovered and said, "Wu, have someone come and remove the cover." "Ah, ah... Yes, right away." The female staff member hurried off. Soon, two male employees in work uniforms arrived, wearing white gloves, carefully removing the tempered glass cover. Fu Qingyang calmly donned his white gloves and picked up the bronze vessel, which, for an ordinary person, felt notably heavy. He flipped the Fengniao Zun over, his thick brows furrowing. As a scout, he was well aware of the expected weight of a bronze artifact—any foreign object concealed within should be detectable upon first handling. Yet this vessel showed no anomalies, merely a precious yet unremarkable piece of cultural heritage. Had his assessment been mistaken? Holding the vessel in one hand, Fu Qingyang furrowed his brow, deep in thought, as his mental files on Huo Zhengkui swiftly passed through his mind. The museum director and staff members, meanwhile, were on edge, trembling with anticipation, yet hesitant to speak, preparing to leap to the rescue should the vessel fall. Yet as time passed, this distinguished guest remained motionless, steadfast and unshaken—indeed, a true prince of strength and grace. At that moment, Fu Qingyang suddenly brightened, realizing the secret.