With a surge of the Power of the Moon, the person_name "rolled" onto Zhang Yuanqing's feet. He propped his short, plump hands against the ground, glanced left and right with curiosity, then obediently "reached" at the hem of his owner’s pants. In this unfamiliar environment, the infant spirit naturally felt shy and relied on the host for comfort—quite unlike himself. How dull, how timid! Well, after all, he's still just a child. Zhang Yuanqing conveyed to him the instruction for his coming-of-age ceremony. Only after receiving the command did the person_name turn his bright eyes toward the stall. After hesitating and tilting his head, he bravely crawled toward it. He sniffed at the stiff, liquid remains before pushing away with an expression of disdain—completely ignoring materials that weren’t feminine, such as the burst stones. For every material the person_name examined, Zhang Yuanqing asked one question. “What is this?” “It’s the blood-soil from the cemetery where spirits gather.” “And what about this?” “The umbilical cord of a ghost infant… Do you still intend to buy it?” “Of course! Why would I come here otherwise?” Zhang Yuanqing noticed that the person_name had stopped before a Mariner's Compass. He immediately asked, “And what is this?” This compass was quite ancient—its outer casing made of yellow bronze, its glass cover blurred and dimmed, with an overall size no larger than a palm. The dial bore English inscriptions and distorted sigils. It appeared to be the kind used by seafarers during the age of exploration and voyages. “This one is excellent,” the stallholder said confidently. “I acquired it from a foreign Pilgrim. It’s said to be a fragment of a Prop, and an advanced-grade fragment.” “Fragment?” Zhang Yuanqing examined the compass carefully—though old, its exterior was intact—and sighed. “Where exactly is it fragmented?” “I’m not certain,” the stallholder shrugged. “Can I touch it?” Zhang Yuanqing knelt down. The stallholder beamed with enthusiasm. “Certainly!” Previously, this customer had only asked questions without making any visual inspection—clearly lacking purchase intent. Now, however, there was evident interest in the Mariner's Compass. Indeed, it had been held for quite some time in their hands, never sold before. Zhang Yuanqing picked up the compass and held it gently in his palms, waiting a few seconds. No information appeared. Yet through contact, he sensed that this was an item of the Yin nature. “Materials and prop fragments typically don’t display information,” the stallholder observed—recognizing immediately that Zhang Yuanqing was new to such matters. At that moment, Guan Ya asked: “What is the profession of the foreign Pilgrim associated with this compass?” The stallholder recalled: “It seems to be a 'Void' profession. In the overseas context, that career is known as ‘Merchant.’ I believe the Merchant title better captures its essence.” "Void"—Zhang Yuanqing paused, then suddenly remembered the Red Dance Shoes. He recalled Ou Xiangrong saying that the Red Dance Shoes were props belonging specifically to the foreign Void professionals. The person_name had selected this compass—so it could not be a fake. But how did the person_name choose an item associated with the Void profession? Didn’t he become a Spirit Servant under the influence of the Musician Skill? Zhang Yuanqing pondered deeply. “How much is it?” Guan Ya asked. “One million,” the stallholder said, opening his arms wide. “We need to know whether you’re just trying to haggle with us,” Guan Ya proposed, gesturing for Zhang Yuanqing to remain silent and hand over the negotiation to her. “Buy or don’t buy—my mind’s made up,” the stallholder insisted firmly. “There are plenty of materials here. We can simply go elsewhere,” Guan Ya said coolly. “Whatever you prefer,” the stallholder shrugged. Guan Ya frowned slightly. Honestly, she wasn't skilled at bargaining. As a lady of refinement, her buying habits were always rooted in preference—not price. With such firmness from the stallholder, she found it difficult to know how to negotiate down. At this point, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly handed over a business card and said: “Meet me—my name is Wang Tai, an official Pilgrim with the second organization in Kangyang District.” "Official Pilgrim?" The stallholder’s expression brightened immediately. He straightened his posture and took the card carefully in both hands. "Don’t worry—it's just for a friend. Brother, you’ve priced this prop fragment rather high…” “Wang brother—there’s value for money, after all,” he replied firmly. Thirty minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing purchased the Mariner's Compass for 100,000—the price being set to avoid drawing attention from Bai Long and the Fighter. In the elevator, Guan Ya looked puzzled. “You’re quite good at negotiating,” she said. “I don’t negotiate—I simply know how to make friends,” Zhang Yuanqing shrugged. “By the way, I’ll return your money later.” Notably, in the Black Market, transactions are conducted in two forms: "Chips" and "Cash." The former resembles a casino—cash is exchanged for chips, which are then presented to the market’s host organization at the end of the transaction. This method reflects trust in the organizer but not necessarily in the buyer. Cash-based transactions work inversely. Zhang Yuanqing used the Chips method; however, it was Guan Ya who converted cash into chips, citing that she did not have her bank card with her. "Let’s go—let me treat you to dinner. I’ve already reserved a restaurant. Guan Ya, which hotel would you prefer? I’ll also make arrangements there." … Back home at around 10:30 PM, both Grandmother and Grandfather had retired, and Jiang Yu'er hadn’t come by to play games in his room. Zhang Yuanqing sat at his desk, logging into the official Archive to search for information on the "Void" profession. [Void Profession: At the Elevated Stage, this profession excels in stealth and infiltration, possesses exceptional speed, but is less adept in combat.] His access permissions allowed him only information about the Elevated Stage. “It seems quite promising,” Zhang Yuanqing mused. “If the person_name has agility, we could form a duo as assassins. And if the compass itself belongs to the Sage Stage—then that would be an excellent gain! I wonder what specific abilities the Void profession holds at the Sage level…” A wave of anticipation surged through him. “Hmm?” He paused suddenly, murmuring: “Stealing… exchanging…” Now he understood why the person_name had chosen this compass—the spirit’s skill was "Exchange," which bears a strong resemblance to "stealing." “What about the reason behind the person_name’s 'Exchange' skill? Does the Musician Skill include such abilities?” Zhang Yuanqing immediately dialed Wang Qian’s phone. The call connected quickly. Wang Qian answered politely: “May I assist you with anything?” Since Zhang Yuanqing had rescued Wang Qian’s niece, Wang Qian's attitude toward him had significantly changed. “What kind of prop did you request from the organization when you saved your nephew?” Wang Qian was unsure why the matter was being re-raised. “I’m sorry, but I cannot disclose organizational prop information.” “Then could you tell me—does the Musician Skill possess the abilities of stealing, exchanging, or transferring at the Sage Stage and even at the Master Stage?” “I'm not familiar with the capabilities at the Master Stage,” Wang Qian replied honestly, “but neither the Sage nor Elevated Stage features such skills.” “Thank you,” Zhang Yuanqing said. He hung up, deeply frowning. A spirit servant who had been influenced by a Musician Skill prop now possessed abilities that did not reflect those of the Musician Skill? “It’s not the Musician Skill—it seems more like the Void Skill—what a surprise…” Despite his deep thought, no clear answer emerged. … At the hotel, Xiaohou Xin stood at a floor-to-ceiling window, silently observing the bustling city lights while listening to his phone. After the person on the other end finished speaking, he said calmly: “What is the current stance of the Dog Elder?” “The Dog Elder has been dedicating all her energy to tracking down Black Unusuals. She may temporarily defer the penalty for Tianyuan Lord. However, I believe the Xiaohou Family doesn’t need to continue this effort—Fu Qingyang’s evidence is strong, and the incident has grown significantly public, with so many official Pilgrims now monitoring it.” Xiaohou Xin nodded slightly, without expression. “Have you heard that the Five Elements Alliance plans an early Large Health Checkup?” The person on the line paused briefly. “This check-up differs from past ones—the Dog Elder has requested a Seal of Authority…” Xiaohou Xin said softly: “Do you feel confident about this?” “Oh, who can claim confidence in front of the rules-type props?” The voice was calm yet slightly amused. “I’ve already reported it. I may not resolve the issue fully, but I will certainly address those individuals responsible for creating problems. By the way—please don’t move the Yuan Shi Tian Zun just now. Let’s wait until this situation settles.” Xiaohou Xin replied simply: “Once we resolve the Master of Zhishake Palace and the leader completes her duties in Songhai, I’ll have that young man minced into pieces.” His tone grew colder and more resolute with each passing word. Though he had encountered strong rivals before—always equal-level adversaries—he had rarely experienced such a deep loss from a relatively minor opponent. “The Master of Zhishake Palace won’t remain assertive for long—the leader is quietly working behind the scenes to counter her.” “That sounds promising,” Xiaohou Xin said. … At midnight, Zhang Yuanqing stirred awake in his sleep, refreshed and energized. He left the bedroom and entered the kitchen, taking a bowl. Then he retrieved the Artifact from the inventory, cut open his wrist, and let the rich stream of Power of the Moon flow into the bowl—quickly gathering half of it. To inscribe a Spirit Scroll, one must use blood from the Night Wandering Deity; otherwise, the array formed would only have form but lack magical vitality. At midnight, when the Yin energy is at its peak—the moment of greatest strength for the Night Wandering Deity—is also the ideal time to draw such an array. Zhang Yuanqing dipped his fingertip into the blood and drew a series of distorted sigils on the bedroom floor—some resembling tadpoles, others circular, triangular, or in stylized characters. The variety was rich and diverse. Yet when combined together, they formed a harmonious, unified whole. Soon, a circular array made of these distorted sigils appeared clearly across the room’s surface. As Zhang Yuanqing completed his final stroke, the array solidified—each sigil emitted a vivid pulse of blood light, radiating with strength and brilliance. It was done—the spirit scroll array was complete. Zhang Yuanqing looked at it with both weariness and delight. For the Night Wandering Deity, creating such an array represented a significant expenditure—equivalent to enduring a full battle in terms of fatigue. Without further delay, he retrieved the ancient Mariner's Compass and placed it at the center of the array, then exhaled a stream of Power of the Moon, gently sending the person_name into the array. “Enter!” Zhang Yuanqing issued his command. The person_name moved her limbs, crawling toward the array. As the infant spirit entered, ripples of blood light spread outward—then gradually converging and enveloping both the infant and the ancient compass. It was comfortable… the person_name communicated this to Zhang Yuanqing. At that moment, the blood light surrounding the compass began to detach from it and floated gently in mid-air—within which, a distinct spiritual essence rose and fell subtly. Zhang Yuanqing watched closely for a while—feeling as though something vital had been missing within the fragment, yet he could not quite name what it was. He decided not to dwell on it further, because at that moment, the floating blood light gently struck the person_name’s body. Ouch! Ouch! The person_name expressed intense pain—the sensation was more than a child of her age should endure—she rolled about, crying out as if overwhelmed. This process lasted approximately ten minutes before the blood light gradually merged into the infant's body. The person_name lay there, weak and lifeless, with her little bottom tucked up, appearing utterly drained. What had she acquired now? Zhang Yuanqing quickly gathered his consciousness, entering the spirit servant’s awareness—immediately grasping a clear understanding of her transformation. Three changes occurred: First—the initial skill "Exchange" had been upgraded in its timing: previously requiring three seconds to initiate an exchange, it now requires only two; meanwhile, the duration for the actual exchange itself increased from three to five seconds. Second—the person_name’s Power of the Moon grew richer and more abundant—this led to enhanced mental acuity, making her smarter and capable of subtly influencing real-world objects, especially lighter items that can be moved with ease. Third—a new skill: "Treasure Seeking." She now possesses an innate ability to locate valuable, spiritually significant treasures—with a natural sensitivity toward such objects. “Treasure Seeking?” Zhang Yuanqing said in amazement. “Is it the elevated power within this compass that enables treasure-seeking? That explains why ‘Void’ professionals abroad are also known as 'Merchants.'” Though he spoke of serving his father on official missions, Zhang Yuanqing was well aware deep down—this person_name was only a low-level Spirit Servant. Even if she acquired combat abilities, they would still be limited to the Elevated Stage. She could not reach Sage level. And in the Elevated Stage, Zhang Yuanqing considered himself quite strong—plus he had numerous props—so he didn’t lack effective offensive capabilities. Yet this "Treasure Seeking" skill was of enormous utility—for instance, within a given Instance, identifying valuable treasures. The more challenging the instance, the fewer prompts there are—requiring the Spirit Realm Walker to explore on their own. Xiao Doubi’s Treasure Seeking skill is absolutely shining in these instances. Zhang Yuanqing left the room and returned a few seconds later, carrying a mop and wiping away the blood stains on the floor. Then he retrieved Xiao Doubi, who had been nurtured within him for some time now and was now utterly exhausted. With a sigh, Zhang Yuanqing tucked himself back into bed. Before drifting off to sleep, he always made a plan, organized his thoughts, and considered what steps he would take next. “Right now, our focus is on tracking down Black Unusual and handling the Large Health Checkup. The checkup mainly targets The Fallen Ones. I’m not one of them—so the issue shouldn’t be severe. I hope this checkup will uncover members of Dark Night Rose; that way, we can continue with the pursuit of Black Unusual. Ah, lately, servants of the organization have been going berserk in various regions, causing significant disruptions. Fortunately, it seems only a few servants in Songhai Region are under the control of the fallen artifact.” His thoughts began to grow sluggish, and soon he slipped into sleep. The next morning, Zhang Yuanqing was woken by a series of “Ah-ah-ah” sounds. He opened his eyes and saw Xiao Doubi lying against the pillow, her head crowned with a white lace bra, gazing at him proudly. Where did this women’s underwear come from…? A bra?! Zhang Yuanqing instantly sat up straight, staring intently at the white lace bra, his expression growing increasingly alarmed. This is Aunt’s lingerie. “Wait—what are you doing with Aunt’s bra?” Zhang Yuanqing asked in a low voice. “Ah-ah-ah…” Xiao Doubi held her head steady atop the bra, her dark eyes shining with quiet pride, as if to say: “Praise me now!” With the enhancement, her subtle expressions have become remarkably lifelike. Zhang Yuanqing stared at Aunt’s bra and found himself pondering deeply. Why did he find this bra so precious? Was it a flaw in his Treasure Seeking skill—or was it simply a gap in his own education? Was his character even still functional now? Should he consider retraining from scratch? “Knock-knock!” The sound of knocking came through the door, and Grandmother called out: “Yuanzi, wake up!” “Got it!” Zhang Yuanqing hastily pushed Aunt’s bra back under the blanket. At breakfast, the family gathered around the table. Jiang Yu'er took a sip of porridge and turned to Mother, expressing her concern: “Mom, have you seen my freshly washed underwear? The one I placed in the bamboo basket by the bathroom?” “No.” “But I can’t find it—I haven’t had a chance to wash it yet. Could you help me search for it?" “Understood—understood! Don’t talk about this during meals; you always leave things everywhere,” Grandmother remarked, somewhat dismissive. Zhang Yuanqing lowered his head and quietly drank his porridge. … To respond to the call of Tengyuan Chief, Zhang Yuanqing felt compelled to take a half-day off from work—otherwise, he would feel deeply indebted to such an open-minded leader. Just happen to have a professional class scheduled for that morning. Going to school has always been a hassle—for me, reading books now feels utterly meaningless. Yet if he misses too many classes, the university might advise him to withdraw. And there’s no good explanation back home… Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt a deep sense of admiration toward adult professionals. Only after finishing one class did he receive a phone call from Fu Qingyang. “Fu Bai Fu Chang?” Zhang Yuanqing was slightly surprised. “You’re not at the office?” Fu Qingyang's clear voice came through. “What’s going on?” Zhang Yuanqing said, while standing up to leave the classroom. “The team transporting the item has encountered an unexpected incident—facing a surprise ambush. Most of them have been injured or killed, and the senior leader has gone after the attackers. The remaining members are hesitant to act independently and intend to return along their original route—the Large Health Checkup will now be postponed,” Fu Qingyang said, her tone conveying a sense of gravity. What item? What about the Tiger Emblem? Zhang Yuanqing couldn’t quite grasp it. Fu Qingyang continued: “The Tiger Emblem is a rule-type prop—it helps us identify members of the Dark Night Rose organization who are embedded within each branch.” “The leader of Dark Night Rose needs to communicate with Black Unusual. They rely on members of the Five Elements Alliance to relay information, and during this very moment—the Large Health Checkup poses the greatest threat to them. I suspect they’re actively hindering the checkup.” Zhang Yuanqing’s tone grew serious: “So what are your plans now?” If he wasn’t mistaken, Fu Qingyang had originally planned to use the large health checkup as a means to screen out spies. Fu Qingyang replied calmly: “We’ll adjust our strategy—we’ll eliminate Xiaohou Tianyuan and have you conduct the inquiry.” Though he possesses the Lying Test Device, distinguishing between lies and prompting someone to tell the truth are two very different matters. “Are you planning to take action against the Xiaohou Family?” Zhang Yuanqing exclaimed in surprise. “Yes—I’ve reported this to the senior leader, and they’ve agreed.” “Excellent—I’ll come right over.” …