On the second floor, a small conference room. As the sun set, the blood-red dusk filtered through the glass windows, casting a shimmering red glow onto the white wool carpet. Senior leaders—Li Dongze, Qingteng, Bai Long, Tang Guoqiang, and Dajibu—sat upright at the conference table. Nearly all of the senior representatives from the Kangyang District's spiritual practitioners had gathered. Among them, Yuan Ting, who had just returned from the capital, also attended. As a scout, Li Dongze noticed Yuan Ting's visibly poor condition and furrowed his brow. "Have you been injured?" asked Li Dongze. Fu Qingyang glanced at him, said nothing, and then said in a serious tone, "Let's get to the point. What did Yuan Shi see in Ou Xiangrong's memory that made you rush over so urgently?" The several captains immediately cast serious glances toward Li Dongze. This man, once he stepped out of the mortuary, had simply convened everyone without any explanation, bringing them all here to the centurion's office, claiming there was a major event. When asked what it was, he remained silent, only adding to everyone's anxiety. Li Dongze cleared his throat and looked around at the group gathered at the table. "Our Night-Wanderer Spirit learned from Ou Xiangrong's memory what the Holy Grail truly is—it is a piece of equipment used by the Court of the Strange Eye Judge, officially known as the Fallen Holy Grail." "The Court of the Strange Eye Judge... the Fallen Holy Grail?" The captains on either side of the conference table exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of seriousness and bewilderment. The Court of the Strange Eye Judge is the vice president of the Spiritual Energy Association's Eastern Branch. The Ling Neng Association, a notorious evil organization among the spiritual realm practitioners, is composed of powerful and eccentric shamans. Among its members, the Vice President of the Dongzhou branch, the Mysterious Eye Judge, ranks eighth on the Five Elements Alliance's reward list—a true force capable of moving mountains and filling seas. Unexpectedly, the case of Ou Xiangrong has now involved figures of this caliber. As for their bewilderment, it stems from the fact that they have never heard of the fallen Holy Cup, a piece of equipment. "Is Ou Xiangrong seeking the Mysterious Eye Judge's artifact?" asked the bulk-bodied giant, frowning and speaking directly, "That young man's mind must truly be out of sorts." A mere transcendental realm shaman, daring to covet the artifacts of a higher-level spiritual realm practitioner. The others ignored the giant's remarks and turned their attention to Fu Qingyang. After a moment of silence, Fu Qingyang spoke with an uncommon gravity, "I will now reveal a piece of information to you. However, given your current levels, you are not yet qualified to grasp the depth of this matter. Therefore, once you step out of this door, I expect you all to forget "Heard this, everyone straightened up and settled their expressions. "The Fallen Holy Cup is a rule-based item of the Witch and Soothsayer profession, of the highest tier. Its function is to control the Spirit Realm travelers. The Spectral Eye Judge uses this item to subjugate numerous travelers from other professions. Among the 'Fallen' we handle each year, a significant portion are created by the Spectral Eye Judge. According to intelligence, once contaminated by the Fallen Holy Cup, a traveler is bound to the Spectral Eye Judge for life—only upon death can they be freed, with no other means. Additionally, the contaminated must undergo a ritual cleansing by the Cup at regular intervals; otherwise, they will suffer mental breakdown and die. "Li Dongze nodded and took up the point: "Ou Xiangrong is precisely the servant of the Spectral Eye Judge." This now made perfect sense to the team leaders, who were enlightened. Bai Long nodded first, then furrowed his brow: "How does this relate to his killing of Zhao Yingjun? And isn't this merely a routine matter?" “Zhao Yingjun is also a servant of the Master of the Hidden Eye. He has been operating quietly within the Five Elements Alliance, publicly serving as an advisor to the Public Security Bureau, while secretly identifying new recruits for the Master of the Hidden Eye, acting as a loyal ally.” Li Dongze paused, speaking with an expression of profound seriousness: “Recently, the Master of the Hidden Eye unexpectedly passed away, and his trusted aide, Hei Wuxiang, has taken the Holy Cup and the registry containing the identities of the fallen, retreating into hiding. Now, not only Ou Xiangrong among the fallen, but also Gu Wang, the other vice president of the Eastern Branch of the Spiritual Energy Association, and his affiliated factions, are actively seeking out Hei Wuxiang. “Once Hei Wuxiang obtains the registry, he will inevitably reach out to these fallen individuals to inherit the Master’s legacy. Zhao Yingjun’s undercover status is crucial—there is a strong likelihood that he has already established contact with Hei Wuxiang. That is why Ou Xiangrong hopes to uncover Hei Wuxiang’s whereabouts through Zhao Yingjun.” This news was so striking that even the most composed Fu Qingyang found himself momentarily stunned. Amid the suffocating silence, Fu Qingyang tapped the table and said with a furrowed brow, "The register of the Spectral Eye Judge lists numerous fallen ones. Black Unusual has taken the register and the Holy Cup and hidden away. He cannot possibly receive all the 'servants'—figures like Ou Xiangrong, who are mentally shattered and wildly erratic, are far from exceptional." Li Dongze smiled wryly, "So, it's a major event." The team leaders all looked weighed down. Fu Qingyang continued, "Black Unusual is hiding in Songhai. Songhai will not be calm from now on. I will promptly report this to the Council so they can inform their colleagues across the regions and prepare for potential loss of control among the fallen. 'From today onward, cancel all leave. Remain on call 24/7, ready at all times.'" The team leaders nodded solemnly. Fu Qingyang then said with a serious expression, "Regarding this incident, I will be holding each of you accountable—your negligence, your slackness, your lack of vigilance." Then his expression softened, and he said, "In the Ou Xiangrong incident, Yuan Shiyi made a tremendous contribution—every step from defeating Ou Xiangrong to questioning the spirit and uncovering the mystery of the ghost-eyed judge's demise was his doing. A group of seasoned elders couldn't outperform a newcomer. As your superior, I feel deeply ashamed." Li Dongze and the others looked somewhat embarrassed. Captain Qingteng explained: "He was the first to locate Ou Xiangrong and launched a decisive attack. By the time we arrived, the battle had already been concluded. Although Ou Xiangrong was injured and likely disoriented, killing him would still have been no easy task." What a true genius... Yuan Ting stood motionless for several seconds, then found it hard to breathe with sorrow. How could Senior Sun be so confused! Fu Qingyang didn't wish to prolong the conversation. He simply said, "Let's adjourn." Li Dongze and the others rose and left. Yuan Ting, however, remained seated. After the captains had exited the conference room, he suppressed his waves of regret and frustration and said, "Fu Bai, I need your assistance with something." Fu Qingyang looked at him. Yuan Ting explained, "The Grand Master summoned us to the capital and announced a confidential matter—Magistrate Mu has passed away." Fu Qingyang was stunned. The usually composed, sculpted face of his expression now bore the marks of profound shock—never before had he reacted so strongly, even upon the death of the Master of the Strange Eyes. The Mage King—an ID that has sent every official spiritual realm traveler into a state of dread—was once a fallen night-wanderer deity, known for his temperamental, brutal, and bloodthirsty nature. Skilled in assassination and stealth, he had claimed the lives of countless spiritual realm travelers. During his most arrogant period, even the senior elders of the official organization had to remain cautious, adopting a humble demeanor and avoiding public exposure. The evil factions, too, harbored deep resentment toward him, as he showed no mercy, indiscriminately eliminating both righteous and corrupt figures. It wasn't until early last year, when he was decisively wounded by the brilliant female marshal of the White Tiger military contingent in a high-level confrontation, that he finally went into hiding. Fu Qingyang furrowed his brow: "Even if a lucky individual receives the Magistrate King's role card, there's no connection between that person and the Magistrate King. Why did your master specifically seek him out? Don't tell me it's out of appreciation for his talent." After a Spirit Realm Traveler passes away, the Spirit Realm will clear all of their data and then search for a new owner for the role card. When a high-level Spirit Realm Traveler falls, the role card undergoes formatting, leaving behind certain traces—perhaps a benefit or a specific privilege. Such role cards are inherently stronger than ordinary ones. Yet, in Fu Qingyang's view, this special quality alone doesn't justify the great effort the Master of Taide has made. After all, even the Magistrate King himself holds a lower rank than the current strongest Night Wanderer. Yuan Ting shook her head: "I have no idea—I simply follow orders. This year, only four newcomers have been promoted to Night Wanderers. One died in the Spirit Realm, two joined Taide and were sent to the training camp. The last one is the person under Li Dongze's care. I'd like to speak with him once." Fu Qingyang gazed intently at Yuan Ting, his deep brown eyes sharp and profound. Yuan Ting met his gaze with determination. "Yes, but regardless of the outcome, you must tell me first—no private arrangements to take him to the capital." Zhang Yuanqing paused thoughtfully: "I'd like to reasonably highlight how I've impressed Ou Xiangrong with my commanding presence and authority, and then, through my exceptional skills and sharp intellect, have engaged the seductive demon in a three-hundred-round battle, ultimately defeating this monster who nearly stirred up bloodshed and chaos in Songhai." The mixed-race woman rolled her eyes: "Instead of reasonably emphasizing these elements that simply don't exist, why not unreasonably downgrade Ou Xiangrong's intelligence? You showed clear composure and quick thinking in the garage—why are you now acting so clumsy?" Ah, yes—Ou Xiangrong's mental state has been severely compromised, and he's suffered serious injuries; the exact extent of his condition is unknown to outsiders, so I can describe it as I see fit, since he's unlikely to rise from his coffin to defend himself. Zhang Yuanqing brightened: "I see. Thank you, Guan Ya." He immediately began typing, detailing Ou Xiangrong's erratic behavior and lack of rationality, and already had a clear plan for handling the "Blood-Sharp Blade." The Fúmó Chù is more oriented toward purification and taming demons rather than close-quarters combat, and the Bloodthirsty Blade undoubtedly compensates for this shortcoming. Its inherent bleeding and penetration effects perfectly complement the Night-Wanderer's assassin attributes. The only consideration remains the potential anemia. Once my experience level improves and my abilities grow, the Night-Wanderer's strong vitality and self-healing capacity should be able to support both items simultaneously—Chù extinguishes demons, Blade cleaves relentless foes. That sounds quite promising. After finishing her report and sending it to Li Dongze's email, Zhang Yuanqing asked: "When will I receive the rewards from completing the Shéling Tunnel and the current one?" "Your merit points require approval from the Council, and so does the fund transfer—likely issued together with next month's salary," Gu Ya replied with a warm smile. "Are you eager to treat me to dinner?" "Well, I'd like to have abalone, sea cucumber, roasted duck, imported ham, and top-grade steak..." No, that's too expensive—what I can afford is just a pancake with a sausage link and two eggs." Zhang Yuan thought to himself. He checked the time—it was already 2:30 in the afternoon—and decided to head home. "Where have Shizhang and the other captains gone?" he asked as he was leaving. After learning about Ou Xiangrong's memory, Li Dongze had been rather ungraceful, hastily escorting the captains away without leaving any explanation. "They're having a meeting," said Guan Ya, holding her phone and leaning back with her elegant posture, smiling. "The large-scale, mid-level meetings of Lingjing Xingzhe in Kangyang District are usually held at Fu Bai's office. Once you've been on the job for over six months and gain more seniority, you'll be able to go there yourself." "What's so exciting about that? I hate meetings more than anything." Zhang Yuan wasn't particularly interested. Guan Ya blinked, offering her seasoned executive smile: "There are quite a few beautiful rabbit-dancers there." Zhang Yuanqing looked full of yearning: "I truly hope to join the organization's meetings sooner, so I can contribute my share to its development."