The phone rang for a long time before the other end answered, speaking clearly and formally, yet with a cold tone: "I'm reviewing Eu Xiangrong's files, analyzing his behavior patterns. Give me ten seconds." In the official spiritual realm unit, the small teams are the frontline responders, handling cases, while the officers operate behind the scenes, only stepping in personally when faced with particularly challenging cases. Major Li Dongze felt quite under pressure. Clearing his throat, he spoke in a steady, serious tone: "Major Fu, we've already eliminated Eu Xiangrong." This response clearly came as a surprise. The line went silent for a moment, and then Fu Qingyang's voice, no longer cold, came through: "Where did you find him?" Li Dongze replied: "At Songhai University. He was trying to pressurize Xu Yingying to reveal the whereabouts of the Holy Grail and the roster, but Xu Yingying had no knowledge of either—she's just an ordinary student. Your assessment was correct—Eu Xiangrong has indeed lost his mental stability." Fu Qingyang praised, "Excellent, Li Dongze. You've shown remarkable insight this time. Your team successfully averted a major bloodbath. I'll personally present your achievements to the Council of Elders. Any casualties?" "None," Li Dongze paused. "Fu Bai Fuzhang, the people weren't killed by us." "Not by you?" Fu Qingyang's tone carried a hint of surprise. He seemed to have an epiphany. "Ah, I almost forgot—there was an Elder from the Water Palace at Songhai University. Was it that Elder who intervened? I should make it a point to visit him soon and extend my gratitude." An Elder at Songhai University? Li Dongze was momentarily stunned, then realized Fu Bai Fuzhang had misunderstood. He explained, "The one who killed Ou Xiangrong was Yuan Shixian, the Night-Wanderer I recently recruited." A first-level Night-Wanderer defeating a third-level Deceiver? Fuzhang remained silent on the phone for several seconds before Fu Qingyang said, "Understood. Have him prepare a report and submit it." Pausing slightly, he spoke with a smile, "That's quite good." After ending the call, Li Dongze was full of energy, gripping the steering wheel and unconsciously pressing down harder on the accelerator. Bai Long opened his phone and invited several team leaders into a temporary group chat: "Look at how proud Li Dongze is—his beard is almost flying up to his eyebrows." Qingteng: "Their team has truly earned top recognition. If I had a subordinate like this, I'd be just as proud." According to the official organizational regulations, to strengthen team cohesion, when one member achieves outstanding results, the entire team receives commendations, and all other members also receive bonuses and performance incentives. For Li Dongze's newly recruited night-wanderer, if they had previously only admired him, now several team leaders are already feeling jealous and eager to go beyond the norm. ... Kangyang District Public Security Bureau, morgue. Li Dongze closed the door of the morgue, keeping the team leaders outside. He looked at Zhang Yuanqing beside him, his gaze deep and thoughtful, and said, "The Night-Wanderer Spirit consumes spiritual bodies to gain experience points. However, over time, this leads to a gradual contamination of the spirit. If you've already tried this method to enhance your strength, you should understand what I mean." Zhang Yuanqing nodded. "Have you ever tried using that item to purify your distractions?" Li Dongze gently suggested—this was his own approach. Seeing Zhang Yuanqing frown and ponder, Li Dongze smiled, "It seems the cost of that item is quite high." Indeed, using it frequently could easily lead to anemia, with both qi and blood depleted... Zhang Yuanqing suddenly recalled a detail—he had once found a crystallized spiritual body inside the Mountain Goddess's mouth. Now it seemed likely that this crystal had formed from the soul of a spiritual practitioner who had perished in the Mountain Goddess's sanctuary. That's why the information sheet described it as the Night-Wanderer Spirit's finest nourishment. The impurities in the spirit crystal must be spiritual contamination, but it has been purified by the Lady's grace—therefore, it is reasonable to infer that the Vamapada杵 will also purify spiritual contamination. With this in mind, Zhang Yuanqing opened his inventory and retrieved the Vamapada杵, cast in yellow bronze and intricately engraved with patterns and incantations. He briefly explained its function and cost: "Should I go berserk shortly, you simply use it to pierce me—yes, pierce my thigh." "Agreed!" Li Dongze took the item. Zhang Yuanqing then approached the body of Ou Xiangrong, placing his palm against the chest, took a deep breath, and felt a thick, viscous black energy surge from his eyes, reviving the residual spirit within the body. A sharp ache formed at his brow, and his consciousness rapidly expanded as something foreign and powerful surged into his mind... ...In a hazy state, Zhang Yuanqing saw himself, saw the underground parking garage, and saw the strange red ballet shoes. This was the battle that had just taken place in the parking garage. Zhang Yuanqing silently waited for the battle to conclude. The scene quickly changed—this time, a dimly lit room. Before Eu Xiangrong stood a man wearing a mask, holding a beautifully crafted crystal cup filled with liquid as crimson as blood. "As a demon of persuasion, your evil is pure. You possess strong potential. Drink from the sacred cup, and you shall become my servant." "Every fifteen days, you must drink from the cup again—otherwise, even the gods will be powerless." "Remember my name: the Judge with the Mystical Eye." … The scene changes. He sees a blue sky, a group of toughs dressed in odd attire, pummeling him with punches and kicks. The shift in atmosphere is too abrupt. Zhang Yuanqing feels bewildered, only realizing after several seconds that he is being bullied. Is this Eu Xiangrong’s past memory? Unthinkable—this ruthless brute once had such a vulnerable experience. "Eu Xiangrong, aren't you just ignoring what I'm saying?" "Eu Xiangrong, don't you realize we're trying to be polite to you?" Don't hit me, don't hit me… Zhang Yuanqing senses Eu Xiangrong’s deep-seated fear, and curls up in fear. … "Useless! Another one being picked on? When you're hit, fight back! Cry like this, and tell me how I end up with someone like you?" A middle-aged man bursts into rage, spitting furiously. This time, Zhang Yuanqing feels Eu Xiangrong’s sense of despair. A flurry of chaotic, fragmented images flashed by swiftly. With each similar incident, his mindset grew more distorted and volatile. At that moment, a resplendent, pure golden light surged into his awareness, dispelling the rage and suffering and bringing warmth. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, seeing the bright overhead lights and the clean white walls, as well as Li Dongze, his nose and face bruised, his suit disheveled. "Commander, are you all right?" Zhang Yuanqing was startled. He immediately touched his face and found himself streaked with tears. "I'm fine," Li Dongze said, casually setting the blood-stained Fumagong staff aside on the floor and straightening his clothes, complaining, "I should have sent Guan Ya. She's much better at combat than I am—this isn't at all graceful." Once he had combed out his attire, he eagerly asked, "How about you? Any new leads? You look rather worn out." "I'm just... a bit sad," he replied. His experience points had increased again, but this time, Zhang Yuanqing didn't feel particularly joyful. Li Dongze looked enlightened and said, "Is it because of Ou Xiangrong's memories?" "Indeed." The memories of the spiritual bodies are fragmented and incomplete, retaining only experiences that remain deeply etched in their minds. Over the years, Ou Xiangrong has been haunted by his student-era experiences, which have profoundly influenced his life. Though Ou Xiangrong is a murderer in the eyes of the law, Zhang Yuanqing still feels deeply uneasy. Li Dongze sighed, "Though I don't know exactly what you've seen in your memories, I can understand—The Night-Wanderer of Taimei, the spiritual guardian, particularly dislikes spiritual bodies that consume evil professions. This very reason is what I'm referring to. Yuanshi, do you know why the concept of 'evil professions' exists?" He didn't rush to inquire about the case details, but instead used this moment to guide and teach him, saying, "Throughout our long-standing conflicts between opposing factions, we have defeated countless evil professions. After analyzing the data collected by Taimei's Night-Wanderers regarding the spiritual bodies, we observed a consistent phenomenon: every evil profession corresponds to a real-life villain or criminal in the world." "In other words, the spiritually adept practitioners of the evil professions are selected by the Spiritual Realm from specific groups." Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback. "So they weren't born evil and thus became bad people—they were already bad people from the start." "Yet their evil isn't entirely innate; it's largely cultivated by humanity itself." Li Dongze sighed. "The Spiritual Realm doesn't proactively foster evil. Every emergence of an evil profession stems from humanity's own accumulated karma. This is rather melancholy and not particularly uplifting, yet it's the true nature of the world. Just understand it, and don't emphasize it too much." Zhang Yuanqing nodded silently. "Also, one more point: you've already slain Ou Xiangrong, so you should have earned reputation points, correct?" "Li Dongze said, 'When spiritual realm travelers hunt each other, moral points are not deducted. However, if you have reputation, your peers within the same faction will hesitate. For instance, if you possess 10 reputation points and a fellow traveler from the same faction kills you, twenty moral points will be deducted. Ah, order and kindness are distinct concepts.' After saying this, Li Dongze patted his shoulder and said, 'Alright, let's get down to business—don't waste time.' There are kind-hearted travelers among the orderly professions, as well as those who are chaotic or neutral—so, wouldn't there be travelers in the evil professions who have completely transformed? Zhang Yuanqing gathered his thoughts, steadied himself, and said in a steady tone, 'Captain, I seem to have seen a significant event in Ou Xiangrong's memory.' 'A significant event?' Li Dongze smiled, 'He's only a level-3 Enchanter of the Persuasion type. How significant can a matter be for someone of his rank? Over the years, I've seen countless such events. Go on.' "He wasn't arrogant per se, but in Li Dongze's view, Yuan Sheng's experience was still shallow, and his understanding of major matters might not be precise." "That's exactly it..." Zhang Yuanqing recounted the memories he had retrieved. A few minutes later, Li Dongze burst out of the mortuary, shouting at the officers outside: "Something's gone terribly wrong!"