Late at night. Zhang Yuanqing was jolted awake by the sharp ring of the phone. Pulling out his phone from beneath the pillow, he saw it was Fu Qingyang on the line. He perked up immediately and answered: "Boss, any updates?" "No!" Fu Qingyang's reply left him disappointed. Then, his tone shifted: "But we have some leads now. I need your help—deliver that copper block to the White Guard's clan warehouse. I have an idea I'd like to test." "Wait a moment!" While listening to the call, Zhang Yuanqing opened the inventory panel, retrieved the little red hat, then opened the clan warehouse and submitted a request for storage. The very next second, the request was approved, and the little red hat entered the White Guard's clan warehouse. The following second, the little red hat vanished inside the warehouse. "Keep in touch," Fu Qingyang said, picked up the little red hat, and hung up. ... The Beijing Museum. In the lounge, Fu Qingyang held the little red hat, shook it gently, and a figure dropped out of the hat's space. Wearing light blue jeans and a white T-shirt, with a delicate, youthful face and vibrant red eyes, she is none other than Lady Yin Yao. After being cooped up in the little red hat for over a week, Lady Yin Yao suddenly raises her small horn in surprise, exclaiming, "Master Yuan Shi has instructed me to mix with you?" Not you—Fu Qingyang silently takes the horn back, then gives a gentle wave of his hand. Lady Yin Yao reappears, happily holding the horn again, asking, "Master Yuan Shi has instructed me to mix with you?" Fu Qingyang says firmly, "Hand over your belongings." Lady Yin Yao pretends to admire the scenery around her. Fu Qingyang's face twitches slightly, and he says seriously, "I'll let Master Yuan know that from now on, I'll regularly bring you out for walks." "Deal!" Lady Yin Yao quickly pulls out a bronze fan-shaped piece from her pocket and tosses it onto the table with a crisp sound. Fu Qingyang then gives a smooth gesture, sending her back. This ghostly emissary from Master Yuan has, over time, grown increasingly accustomed to the atmosphere—now he's learned the host's slyness and stubbornness. He retrieved the hat and his gaze settled on the copper block, intently studying the tadpole-like inscriptions etched upon its surface. "The sealing incantation of the Night's Eternal profession—thus, divination, astrology, or predictive analysis will be unable to locate it," Fu Qingyang said, gazing steadily at the intricate, dizzying script, his expression calm as though he had anticipated this all along. The Night's Eternal profession is renowned among all others for its mastery of sealing; sealing and slumber are at the very core of its capabilities. Since it is a sealing spell, the matter is now straightforward. Fu Qingyang picked up the copper block, gently tossing it into the air. As it spun, he swiftly drew forth a jade dragon sword from his sleeve. With a flash of swordlight, a sharp, resonant sound—like gold being cleaved and stone split—echoed through the air. The copper block struck by the sword burst forth with a brilliant radiance, and one by one, the inscriptions glowed before gradually fading. Upon landing, the incantations vanished, replaced by elegant relief carvings. Fu Qingyang picked up the copper piece, held it in his palm, and after a few seconds, the item information appeared: 【Name: The Holy Disk】 【Type: Key】 【Function: Unseal】 【Description: One of the Three Holy Treasures of the Papal Church, the key to unlock the Church's treasure vault, historically held by successive Popes. All the Church's wealth and secrets will be revealed through it. After the last Pope's death, the Holy Disk was sealed.】 【Note: Fragments of the sealed Holy Disk will mutually sense each other.】 It was clearly sealed within the bronze vessel, and to extract the copper block, only two methods existed: either to employ the appropriate skill or incantation to lift the seal, or to use force and break the vessel. The latter would inevitably damage the artifact. Although Fu Qingyang didn't particularly care about the concept of cultural relics, he understood what such relics meant to a nation and its people. After a few seconds of thought, Fu Qingyang picked up his sword and stood up, casually swinging it a few times to find his rhythm. For others in different professions, the only options would be to damage the bronze vessel or seek assistance from a Night Eternal specialist. But Fu Qingyang believed he could attempt to break the seal without compromising the artifact—this would require an exceptionally precise sword technique and an extraordinary, almost superhuman level of control. While most swordsmen, even those from Yanshi, lacked such capabilities, Fu Qingyang possessed them, having practiced the same repetitive, monotonous sword forms throughout his life. He took a deep breath, stepped into a stance, lowered his torso, and shifted his stance with a crisp sound—then, the sword flashed with a single, swift motion. That flash of swordlight nearly sliced along the bronze vessel, as if it had struck and yet failed to strike. But after the light passed, the vessel ceased trembling, gradually releasing a shimmer that then coalesced into a fan-shaped piece of copper. "Two more!" Fu Qingyang collected the two fan-shaped copper fragments. …… Xīn Yuē Commandery. Late at night, Zhang Yuancheng’s phone chimed. He rose to check the message, his expression brightening: "The leader has found the second piece? Truly a master-class scout—such remarkable efficiency. The Holy Plate? One of the Three Holy Treasures—ah, isn’t one of them the Holy Chalice? So the Holy Plate is the key to unlocking the Church’s treasure vault? These copper fragments aren’t passed down from ancient cultivators—they were sealed instead?" Zhang Yuancheng removed the Little Red Hat, unfolded the two copper pieces, and glanced at Fu Qingyang’s message while checking the items’ attributes. Hmm, what a nuisance—why can't they just hand over the treasure directly? Zhang Yuanqing stared at the two copper pieces, pondering. "Then the hunter's guild's task would be complete," he said suddenly, his face turning serious. "No—wait. If I tell the hunter's guild that I have two keys, Catherine will definitely take one. Otherwise, they'd be fools. The keys attract each other; once they possess one, the other three become vulnerable." "But if I don't hand over the keys to the hunter's guild, I'll never gain access to their inner circle, won't be able to gather intelligence on my enemies, and won't succeed in eliminating the key figures who've infiltrated the lawful organizations." Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows, feeling caught between two difficult choices. "How about I ask the head's opinion? Oh, I shouldn't rely on him too much—actually, it's not hard. I've got an idea." Zhang Yuanqing's plan was to gather as many as three, or even four keys within the fifteen-day period, then open the cathedral's treasure vault and move everything out first. Of course, that was idealistic. It's best to gather all three keys and then present one, leaving the last one to be found together with the Hunter's Guild. This way, the Hunter's Guild will never collect all the keys, and in the meantime, Zhang Yuanqing can do many things—perhaps uncovering several fallen members hidden within the Lawful organizations. It's only been one day so far; there's still plenty of time. He heads to bed for the night. Tomorrow, he'll convene an online gathering of the Return of the Dead to go over Ho Zhengkui's life. Zhang Yuanqing covers himself with the blanket and falls into a deep sleep. "Cao Qianxiu said with quiet anticipation, 'It's that Starry Covenant organization. Recently, they've been active again in the Tangren Street area under Group Six, as well as at our school. We've already teamed up with Tianfa's action squad, and this time we're truly going after them.' Upon realizing Zhang Qingyang didn't know about the Starry Covenant, she quickly added, 'The riders who kicked Gao Chao—those are their peripheral members. Just a bunch of campus kids.' 'Are they a gang founded by the Spirit Realm Travelers?' asked Zhang Yuanqing. 'Exactly! This organization not only sells white noodles, but also engages in flesh-and-blood business—like forced marriages and domestic servitude. Moreover, they're deeply racist.' 'All of us are racists,' said Zhang Yuanqing, shaking his head. 'How so?' 'The head of the Starry Covenant holds us in deep contempt,' Cao Qianxiu said with growing frustration. 'They sell white noodles in Tangren Street, charge high-interest loans, run casinos, and force women who can't repay their debts to sell their bodies. As for men, they compel the women in their households to sell themselves to settle debts "However, the Starry Covenant has no Sage. They've managed to survive thus far thanks to their leader's connections within the Heavenly Punishment. But this time, Heavenly Punishment is determined to root out internal corruption—this time, it's serious." Zhang Yuanqing asked a few more questions, then declined Gao Qianxiu's request, under the expectant gaze she sent him. The neighbor girl's expression instantly fell, and she sighed, quietly walking away. Why ask so many questions if she didn't intend to go? As soon as Zhang Yuanqing entered the living room, he spotted Deng Jingguo in the reception area hosting a guest. The guest was in his thirties, dressed in a black sable coat, with a notably handsome appearance. Solidly built but not imposing, his smooth muscle lines gave him the graceful look of a swift leopard. His demeanor was hard to pin down—initially appearing fair and serious, but upon closer inspection, one noticed a subtle upward curve of his lips and a gentle curve of his eyes, suggesting a touch of worldly ease and playfulness. When Zhang Yuanqing arrived, the guest glanced at him with a slightly critical eye, instinctively lifting a corner of his mouth. Deng Jingguo warmly greeted, "You've come at the perfect time. This guest claims to be a descendant of the Knights of the Papal Court, a direct line of six generations, here to inquire about the relics of the Pope." A descendant of the Papal Knights? And a six-generation lineage? A group of fair-haired, blue-eyed, white-skinned people—how had they evolved into someone with dark hair and yellow skin? Zhang Yuanqing mentally scoffed, utterly unconvinced, and immediately dismissed the young man as a mere wolf in sheep Zhang Yuanqing projected the aloofness characteristic of a scout. "Master of the Free Sword Immortal?" The man who claimed to be the sixth-generation descendant of knights brightened, murmuring in admiration, "Such a splendid name! Such a splendid name! Hello, my Spirit Realm ID: Zhai Cai."