He opened his mouth, but couldn't get the words out. Being different from the mainstream meant something unusual. Before knowing whether it was good or bad, he couldn't go around talking about it. Moreover, since the forum had no relevant information, it clearly wasn't something that could be understood by people at a lower level. The higher the level, the more it needed to be kept confidential—this was common sense everyone understood. Especially since he was still a rookie, lacking both the ability and experience to handle unexpected situations. Why was the character card that Bing gave me different from that of a regular night-wanderer? This guy just doesn't tell me anything and then vanishes without a trace. After that, he logged off the post and clicked on the forum's search bar, intending to look up information about the San Dao Mountain Lady Temple. After typing in "San Dao Mountain Lady Temple," he found two results: one was the previously seen dungeon guide (the Wu Xing Alliance version), and the other was an introduction to the San Dao Mountain Lady Temple. The Temple of the Three Mountain Lady: a temple dedicated to the Three Mountain Lady, a deity venerated in the Ming Dynasty in the Songjiang Prefecture. This lady was renowned for her abilities in summoning rain, driving away spirits, refining elixirs, and treating illnesses—bringing blessings to the local people. After her ascension to immortality, the local government, along with gentry and common folk, funded the construction of a temple in her honor. "Cousin Guan, I have a question..." He never took the time to think things through on his own. Guan turned around. Zhang Yuanqing shared his speculations about the Lady of San Dao Mountain with her. "The Captain should have told you, the Spiritual Realm exists between the real and the imagined," the elder official lifted her cup, sipped it, and said, "Many scenes in the Spiritual Realm are based on reality—such as 'Lingang Reservoir' and 'Xiangshui Theme Park'—these night-time spiritual trials can be found in real-world locations. Yet, clearly, such things don't exist in reality, otherwise everything would be in chaos." So, although the Lady of San Dao Mountain actually existed, the one I've seen is a creation of the Spiritual Realm? Zhang Yuanqing felt a great relief. Old stump, just stay put in the Spiritual Realm. ... Beijing, North Water Gate Airport. Yuan Ting, slender in build, sat in the spacious business-class seat, dressed in a tailored black suit and black shirt, his hair perfectly combed—elegant and polished, the look of a seasoned business executive. Through the narrow window, he gazed down at the myriad lights below, brilliant and radiant. Today, he had just reported to the organization about the successful campaign to secure the Shela Ling tunnel. By afternoon, he would be summoned to Beijing. However, this trip had no connection to the Shela Ling tunnel. This return to the capital was called for by the Grand Master of Tai Men, who had convened a large gathering of the night-wandering deities scattered across the country. Such major meetings were typically held only at the end of each year, when night-wandering deities from all regions would travel to Beijing to report on their work. Any exception was always a matter of great significance. He hoped it was not bad news… As the city lights grew closer, Yuan Ting found his thoughts swirling. The plane landed smoothly. He disembarked, carried his luggage, and headed straight to the underground parking level, where he boarded the dedicated shuttle vehicle waiting to greet him. Forty minutes later, the private vehicle arrived at a five-star hotel. Yuan Ting checked in, then took the elevator to the large conference room on the top floor. A banquet was underway, with men and women in black formal attire—black suits and black long dresses—moving gracefully between tables of food, clinking glasses and chatting animatedly. "Hey, Yuan, you're here!" As Yuan was just about to pick up a glass from a server's tray, a man in a black shirt approached him. With a neat crew cut, bright eyes, a strong facial structure, and a well-defined, classic inverted triangle build, he looked fresh and confident. "Jian Ji!" Yuan smiled warmly at his longtime friend. "Long time no see!" "Everyone's been waiting for you. Come on, let's go say hello." Jian Ji placed his hand on Yuan's shoulder and guided him to the table. Six people sat there—three men and three women—members of Yuan's initial night-wanderer training cohort when he first joined the Taimei Department. Now scattered across various locations, they had all risen to the rank of team leader. After a brief exchange of greetings, Yuan Ting inquired, "What is the matter that has brought the Master to convene all of us in the capital?" Yang Qian, with her hair tied in a neat ponytail and dressed in leather garments, murmured softly, "We've just been discussing this very topic—only that the confidentiality level is extremely high, even the stewards are unaware of the details." Her graceful posture and clean, well-kept hair gave her a sharp, poised appearance; she required no makeup or jewelry, exuding a strong sense of elegance. Could the stewards not even know? Yuan Ting nodded slightly and decided not to press further. Jian Ji raised his cup with a smile, "The meeting will reveal everything soon—right now, thinking about it is pointless. By the way, have there been any interesting events recently?" Yang Qian, full of energy, chuckled, "I actually have a little incident to share. Recently, the eldest son of the Xiahou family from the coastal region was seriously injured—reportedly, he was disabled by the Master of the 'Zhishi Palace.' When the elders of the Xiahou family arrived on the scene, the young man was already in critical condition." "Although he was saved with the original life essence, he's now severely weakened and will likely be unable to leave his home for a long time. If there's a spiritual realm mission scheduled in the near future, he'll surely perish." "Zhishā Palace?" one of the male classmates turned to Yuan Ting, "If I'm not mistaken, this is the spiritual realm explorer organization in Songhai region—how has it come into conflict with the Xiaohou family?" Yuan Ting shook his head, "The people of Zhishā Palace are quite passionate and outspoken, especially the Palace Master—she's truly eccentric. They're always ready to clash with anyone. However, they remain respectful toward official organizations and generally behave themselves." Yang Qian remarked, "That Palace Master is a high-level spiritual realm explorer; even the officers may not be her match. As long as she doesn't overstep, the officials can simply keep their eyes open and let things slide." After a while of chatting, Jian Ji glanced around and said, "Our night-wandering deity group still remains too small. We can only watch other professions thrive and take center stage." "To be honest, it's been quite some time since we've had a truly outstanding Night-Wanderer from our lineage," said Xue Liang, the charming, round-faced one, her voice soft and slightly flirtatious. Yuan Ting nodded confidently, "This matter has already been reported to the sect. You can inquire with your respective superiors—however, if you don't consult the strategy documents, the steward will inform you." The skepticism turned into exclamations, and the Yeyou Shen seated at the table looked both astonished and excited. "This is no small matter!" "That brother is amazing—how did he manage this? Wow, now I just want to see the strategy documents; I don't even want to attend any meetings anymore." "Wake up, your access permissions probably don't reach that level." Yang Qian glanced around, asking, "Has this new member officially joined Taiyuan Sect? Is he currently in Beijing?" Yuan Ting seemed even more enthusiastic, shaking his head with regret, "You wouldn't believe this—this person has been recruited by the Wu Xing Alliance. Fu Qingyang personally called the Sun Elder to request the strategy documents, but upon hearing that the trial task is the Sheli Tunnel, the Sun Elder immediately declined to have anything to do with him. 'Once something is said, it's hard to take it back—what a糊涂!' The elders are simply bewildered." "Indeed, "Sun Elder—this, this... I'm furious!" While still confronting the lofty Elder, Yuan Ting suddenly saw a middle-aged man in black approaching directly toward him, and said, "Yuan Ting, Sun Elder has asked that, after the meeting, you don't leave yet—go see him." Yuan Ting's expression froze instantly. The night-wandering deities sat upright with composure, straightening their postures, showing due respect to the strongest night-wandering deity beneath the gate master. The red-sun official surveyed the numerous disciples below and slowly said: "Recently, the gate master sensed the demise of the demonic sovereign, removing a major threat to Taiyuan Gate. However, the demonic sovereign's role card has not yet returned to the spiritual realm—its whereabouts remain unknown. Henceforth, you must diligently search for the descendant of the demonic sovereign. This descendant possesses two key traits: the occupational seal is not a crescent moon, but a black circular moon. Upon passing through the spiritual realm, this descendant receives a special role card reward that ordinary night-wandering deities do not obtain."