“I saw a person relaying information in the spirit body, unimpeded—yet that was a Spirit Servant.” Zhang Yuanqing detailed to Fu Qingyang the course of his inquiry into the spirit. This Hundred-man Commander, with features sharp as if carved by a chisel, grew increasingly puzzled, his brow furrowed deeper and his expression steadily more serious. After Zhang Yuanqing finished speaking, he looked at Fu Qingyang’s refined face and asked: “Does the Hundred-man Commander know of the Dark Night Rose?” Fu Qingyang shook his head. “I haven’t heard of it—there are only two possibilities: either it is an obscure grassroots organization, or my access privileges are insufficient. But a body capable of collaborating with Hei Wúcháng and even impressing him must surely be far from nameless.” So the Dark Night Rose’s level of confidentiality was unknown even to Fu Qingyang, the Hundred-man Commander? Zhang Yuanqing pondered this deeply. Fu Qingyang glanced at him: “What are your thoughts on this matter? I’d like to hear them.” Zhang Yuanqing paused and said: “Could you please help me loosen my cuffs?” Fu Qingyang was momentarily startled. “I’m sorry!” He stepped around the high-back chair and freed Zhang Yuanqing’s restraints. After moving his wrists, Zhang Yuanqing continued: “First, through this memory, we can now confirm that Hei Wúcháng is waiting in Songhai—because he is awaiting the leader of the Dark Night Rose. However, due to a lack of trust, they have not yet met face-to-face. For us, this is an opportunity.” Fu Qingyang nodded: “Then what do you think Hei Wúcháng and the Dark Night Rose are secretly planning?” How could I know? Probably something to destroy the world? Zhang Yuanqing silently made a joke, then suddenly remembered a detail from his memory and added slowly: “To address the Fallen Cup…” The reason for Hei Wúcháng’s recommendation that he meet with the leader of the Dark Night Rose early is—controlling the Fallen Cup is crucial. Fu Qingyang nodded in satisfaction. “But isn’t the rule-type prop currently under Hei Wúcháng’s control? How does it connect now to the organization?” Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled. “I don’t know, but have you noticed how Hei Wúcháng persuades him?” “To meet with the leader of the Dark Night Rose and then secure the Fallen Cup… Ah, yet Hei Wúcháng hasn’t secured the Fallen Cup.” “Yes—yet theoretically, once a prop is placed in the inventory, it automatically becomes one’s possession. This applies equally to rule-type props. So why has Hei Wúcháng not taken control of the Fallen Cup?” Ah… Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brow and thought for a moment, then suddenly had an epiphany: “Could it be that the Fallen Cup itself is experiencing issues? Although he has obtained the item, he simply cannot control it.” Fu Qingyang nodded: “Then from this line of reasoning, we can deduce that the leader of the Dark Night Rose possesses a method or means to resolve this issue.” “Yes—this explains why, after obtaining the Cup, Hei Wúcháng didn’t depart but instead remained in Songhai. Without resolving the issue with the Fallen Cup, he cannot receive the legacy from the Deity of the Eyes and Judgment. Indeed, the rule-type prop is more important than one’s life.” Zhang Yuanqing said. “So now the entire sequence of events is beginning to take shape,” Fu Qingyang said with clear articulation: “The Deity of the Eyes and Judgment died unexpectedly; Hei Wúcháng obtained the Fallen Cup—but for some reason, the Cup has failed to be fully controlled. As a result, Hei Wúcháng has been compelled to seek cooperation with the Dark Night Rose. The two parties have agreed to meet in Songhai. However, due to mutual distrust and fear of being exploited, they remain cautious—each testing the other.” “So, if we are to understand the condition of the Fallen Cup, we must begin our investigation at the moment of the Deity’s death—and that moment appears to be connected to the Demon King,” Fu Qingyang added. “Ah… related to the Demon King…” A flush of embarrassment and curiosity spread across the Demon King’s descendant—Ming Wang. The time frames for both the Demon King and the Deity of the Eyes and Judgment are remarkably close. Ming Wang had predicted, no—he had anticipated—the death of the Deity of the Eyes and Judgment. Could it be that the Deity wasn’t killed by the Demon King? And yet Ming Wang has witnessed this event firsthand? Yes—Ming Wang certainly did witness it; therefore, he holds the Demon King’s Character Card and is thus so certain about the Deity’s death. Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath: “I have an idea. Would you agree that perhaps the Deity of the Eyes and Judgment was killed by the Demon King—indeed, possibly both of them perished simultaneously?” Fu Qingyang seemed to gain fresh insight and urged: “A good line of thought—please continue.” Zhang Yuanqing nodded: “In Hei Wúcháng’s memory, it was a member of the Dark Night Rose who orchestrated the Spirit Servant to appear before him. This suggests that the person in question is a Night Wandering Deity. And the Demon King himself is also a Night Wandering Deity—is this mere coincidence?” “Not at all!” Fu Qingyang shook his head firmly: “The Fallen Cup has been compromised due to the Demon King’s involvement—only a Night Wandering Deity can resolve such an issue. The greatest lineage of Night Wandering Deities is Taiyi Gate—but clearly, Taiyi Gate cannot collaborate with Hei Wúcháng. Therefore, he must have chosen the Dark Night Rose. The word ‘dark’ in this very name speaks volumes…” Zhang Yuanqing quickly added: “Fu Bai Fu Chang, your keen observation—indeed, a true scout, and the most perfect professional.” Fu Qingyang looked at him: “You’re quite good as well.” “Thank you, Hundred-man Commander—for your kind words. Since childhood, I have always dreamed of becoming an outstanding detective.” “I mean, your skill in flattery is excellent.” “….” Fu Qingyang offered a gentle smile: “Of course—I don’t mind being sociable—it’s one of my strengths.” Pausing momentarily, he added: “But not particularly good at romance.” I’m not even the slightest bit romantic—just recently, Guan Ya has been aware of how I’ve been silent… Zhang Yuanqing maintained his warm, composed smile without any awkwardness. Fu Qingyang didn’t press this point further and instead asked: “In your report on passing through She Ling Tunnel, have you omitted any information?” Zhang Yuanqing felt a sense of gravity settle in. “In the near future, members from Taiyi Gate will reach out to you—be ready.” Fu Qingyang said as he drew out a business card from his white trousers’ pocket, his tone calm yet deeply serious: “This is my card. You may call me directly at any time—this is an honor reserved for officers at the Captain level.” His expression was quiet but exceptionally earnest—like a young and promising monarch bestowing gifts upon his ministers. There’s real protection here! Zhang Yuanqing immediately took the business card, carefully folding it with due form in front of Fu Qingyang. Fu Qingyang then added: “You saved so many colleagues tonight—your contribution is truly notable. I will report this to the Elder responsible for Hei Wúcháng’s case.” Is that a move to establish my standing? Zhang Yuanqing smiled brightly and said: “Thank you, Hundred-man Commander—I’ve often heard Guan Ya speak of you. Without having seen you personally, I truly believed her accounts.” Believed? Fu Qingyang was momentarily surprised: “What did she say about me?” Zhang Yuanqing: “She said I’m ‘a person who is wise yet rich in resources.’” Fu Qingyang’s beautifully sculpted face gave a subtle twitch. As they walked out of the villa, the entrance was filled with black business vehicles. All except the three severely injured Fire Masters, who had been transported away, remained quietly standing by their cars. The most relaxed were Guan Ya and Ling Jun—Guan Ya clasped her chest against the vehicle’s front end while leaning on it, and Ling Jun tucked a cigarette between his fingers and sat on the sidewalk beside it. “Guan Ya, come with me!” Fu Qingyang walked toward one side with a composed expression. Guan Ya followed, startled—having just noticed that earlier, her younger brother had shot her a sharp glance of disapproval. Several young women from the support team watched Zhang Yuanqing with bright eyes, scrutinizing him from head to toe. Then they whispered excitedly among themselves: “He’s more impressive than I imagined.” “He seems a little too young—just starting university.” “Ah, younger is better—being young makes one easier to convince.” Ling Jun dropped his cigarette and smiled warmly toward Zhang Yuanqing as he approached: “Taiyi Gate?” Zhang Yuanqing looked at him—wearing a loose light-blue shirt, relaxed trousers, and sport shoes, with short, slightly messy hair, smiling softly and making eye contact. He seemed approachably kind. “You are…” “Ling Jun—one of Taiyi Gate.” Zhang Yuanqing was startled—had Taiyi Gate already come to speak with him so soon? I hadn’t even thought of an excuse yet. “Have you heard that you’re quite good at being charming?” “What?” Zhang Yuanqing paused, mentally fuming—he hadn't been known for his charm at all. “Ahh—I suppose the Elder Sun is simply mistaken,” Ling Jun sighed, smiling naturally: “Would you like to join Taiyi Gate? I’m sure the single women there would be eager to engage in conversations with someone so interesting.” Zhang Yuanqing’s social graces were strong—he raised one eyebrow: “Are you referring to a single woman who is particularly sharp?” Ling Jun blinked, then burst into laughter: “You’re quite interesting—someone I enjoy getting to know. If you’d like to join Taiyi Gate, just find me. Otherwise, no problem—it’s not my fault that I’m so mistaken.” In just a few words, the two quickly warmed up and exchanged contact details. Ling Jun tucked his phone away, lit another cigarette, and smiled calmly: “I’ve completed dozens of instances—yet never encountered an S-level Spirit Realm before. You’ve cleared two such instances.” He slowly exhaled a stream of green smoke, smiling kindly: “Indeed—you’re no ordinary Demon King descendant.”