As he stepped in, Zhang Yuanqing saw Yuan Ting seated at the conference table, one hand holding a cigarette, his posture slightly relaxed against the back of his chair, smiling warmly at him. Beside him, there was a pen holder with a flag inserted into it—the flag had a metallic point and was made of silk. The flag was pure black in color, embroidered with silver-threaded cloud patterns, and featured a single character, "Command," at its center. Visually, it was no different from the flags used in ancient military settings. Ah, you might not know this, but when Fu Bai Fang first asked for the guidebook on your behalf, the Sun Elder of Taiguan Sect thought you were impossible to pass the trials—so he didn't even ask you to join. Now it's too late to regret it. Many people in the sect have strong reservations; they believe you have great potential and may one day rise to the rank of Saint... Oh, I've said too much, too much," Yuan Ting explained, self-conscious. "I'm rather talkative, so I hope you won't mind. Ah, so that's what the Sun Elder meant by being confused? Zhang Yuanqing nodded. Would you like to have a smoke? Not really good at it... When I was your age, I never smoked either—until I became a Night-Wanderer, when the trials left me with psychological trauma, and I developed a smoking habit. Though smoking isn't exactly a health booster, it does help ease the pressure. Every Night-Wanderer has their own quirks, to some extent. "I have a friend named Jian Ji. During the early days when he became a night wanderer, he was so frightened that he developed a psychological trauma. Every day, he had to watch one hour of 'The Sky Line Babies' to calm his emotions and ease his fear. That habit has never really faded away—haha..." Yuan Captain, you're truly quite talkative. But how do you manage to spread your friend's embarrassing moments so widely? Zhang Yuanqing mentally complained, maintaining a serious, attentive demeanor. After a while of chatting, Yuan Ting finally remembered the matter at hand, cleared his throat, and said seriously, "We're looking for a lucky individual—the one who inherits the legacy of the 'Magical King.' All newly appointed night wanderers are under review, including you. The 'Magical King' is an ID of a high-level spiritual realm practitioner." Therefore, whenever a traveler in the Spiritual Realm passes away, everything belonging to them is reclaimed by the Realm—including their character card." Yuan Ting struck a match and lit another cigarette. "For higher-level travelers, the Realm does not fully format their character cards upon death. Instead, certain special elements are preserved and passed on to new travelers. We call this phenomenon 'inheritance.' Is that accurate?" Zhang Yuanqing asked, listening intently. "Could I ask who the Mage King is, and what your purpose is in seeking his descendants? This is directly relevant to me, and I hope you'll understand. Yuan Ting responded with remarkable composure and directness. "I am not aware of the upper management's specific reasons for seeking the Mage King's descendants. For mid-level officers like us, simply following instructions is sufficient." As for the Mage King...” Yuan Ting’s face revealed both resentment and fear as he spoke in a steady tone. “He is a fallen nocturnal deity—our greatest adversary within the Taimei Sect. Many official realm travelers have perished at his hands, both from the Wuxing Alliance and our own sect. Even the senior elders within the sect hold him in deep dread, and his presence has once caused widespread anxiety among the official ranks. The Master once remarked that he was, in the past thirty years, the most promising and formidable nocturnal deity. As to whether he is intimidating—I’m not certain. But I know for sure he’s quite dramatic. Zhang Yuanqing quickly asked, “Then how do we identify the Mage King’s heir? Or rather, how should I work with you?” It sounds as though the heir bears little resemblance to the Mage King himself. After all, as a mainstream sect, Taimei wouldn’t likely turn its wrath upon innocent individuals. Yuan Ting responded with renewed confidence: “The heir of the Mage King has two distinguishing traits. First, the character card bears a full moon, not a crescent moon. Second, during the completion of the dungeon quests, the heir receives an exclusive character card reward in addition to the standard !!! Zhang Yuanqing remained calm on the surface, yet his mind was in turmoil, filled with "whoa." This wasn't exactly his character card—was it? The character card that Bing Brother sent me... was it for the Mage King? Why would Bing Brother have a Mage King character card? What connection did he have with the Mage King? I always thought the exclusive rewards for the Red Dance Shoes character card were the norm. Now it seems that it's the legacy of the Mage King that has granted me this special status. Fortunately, due to the scarcity of rule-based items, I've been able to keep the fact that I possess exclusive character card rewards hidden. Both Shang Chang and the elder Si Ji only know I have rule-based items—they're unaware of my character card rewards. Zhang Yuanqing went through a series of thoughts in his mind. He didn't let his thoughts drift aimlessly; instead, he quickly steadied himself and sighed with a touch of regret: "So, I'm not the heir of the Mage King after all. I always believed myself to be special—after all, even the Shu Ling Tunnel was something I managed to pass. 'Captain Yuan, how should I demonstrate my mark? It doesn't seem to be under "The imprint represents the spiritual realm. Aside from the night when the character card was restarted, and during the time of upgrading within the spiritual realm when the black lunar imprint becomes clearly visible on the forehead, it seems to vanish entirely. Yuan Ting glanced at the standard banner standing in the pen holder and said, 'Lower-level spiritual realm travelers cannot influence the imprint. This refined 'fashion' is a privilege reserved for higher-level travelers. I don't need to examine your imprint—I only need to detect lies.' As he looked at the pen holder, he explained, 'This banner was borrowed from Fu Bai, the senior officer. Its power is to make people obedient and truthful, but at the cost of rendering the bearer unable to lie myself.' ...Zhang Yuanqing tried his best to maintain a smile. At this very moment, no words could convey the emotions he was feeling. Yuan Ting said no more, lifted the banner, and pointed it toward Zhang Yuanqing with a solemn voice, 'Then, I ask you now—what shape is your Night-Wanderer God imprint: a crescent moon or a full moon?' " As soon as the words settled, Zhang Yuanqing felt an immense, solemn force enveloping him from within, inspiring deep reverence and an instinctive sense of obedience—so profound that he couldn’t conceal anything, eager to share every secret he possessed. His spirit tightened uncontrollably, his scalp tingling with increasing sensation. What was the true purpose behind the Taimei Sect’s search for the heir of the Magus? If it were merely about recruiting talent, the matter should have been clear and straightforward—after all, that was entirely reasonable. There must be a deeper, more significant reason. The character card was given to him by Bingbo; perhaps it also involved him. His growing sense of tension gradually transformed into anxiety. Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing recalled the infant spirit nurtured within him—his master could transfer injuries and negative impacts to the spirit servant, allowing it to absorb and bear the strain. While the command banner’s power was majestic and authoritative, it lacked tangible harm; the lively, cheerful spirit, Little Dabbling, should be safe. He decided to try it immediately, calming his emotions and establishing a brief connection between his soul and that of the infant spirit. Suddenly, a vast and majestic force flowed into the infant spirit along his spiritual body. The sleeping infant kicked her legs, as though having dreamed a nightmare. At that moment, Zhang Yuanqing felt a sense of relaxation, and the feelings of reverence and fear vanished. "The Crescent Moon!" he said, in a low tone. Yuan Ting remained silent for several seconds, maintaining his hand gesture of pointing at the standard flag, and asked, "Do you have any exclusive rewards from your role card?" "No..." Yuan Ting stayed silent again, pausing for over a dozen seconds before sighing and lowering his flag. "You've passed the screening. I'll relay the results to the organization. The Taiyuan Sect places great importance on the descendants of the Demon King, and similar evaluations may occur in the future. Also, if you come across any two such Night-Wanderers, please inform me immediately—the Sect will offer a substantial reward." Even if I were given more money, I wouldn't report my own... Zhang Yuanqing breathed out silently, then confidently added, "As soon as I find any, I'll notify you right away." Yuan Ting nodded with satisfaction: "Actually, becoming a descendant of the Magistrate King isn't necessarily a good thing. The Spiritual Realm has a balancing mechanism—special spiritual travelers often receive high-difficulty assignments. Remember, the gains always come hand-in-hand with risks." Zhang Yuanqing smiled: "The descendant of the Magistrate King truly seems unfortunate." This was what he truly thought. Yuan Ting retrieved the inkstand and command flag from his file folder and simultaneously handed over his phone: "If you don't mind, let's add each other as friends. There aren't many Night-Wanderers in the Five Elements Alliance—few people can share their professional experience and knowledge with you. Should you have any questions, feel free to consult me." You're truly a kind person... Zhang Yuanqing happily scanned the code and added him as a friend. Yuan Ting put away his phone and smiled, adding, "I'll charge a consultation fee." A fee? Zhang Yuanqing's face instantly went blank. "Oh, by the way, you've been promoted to Night-Wanderer for just over a week now." Yuan Ting said, "Based on our accumulated experience, newly appointed night wanderers will re-enter the spiritual realm within the next one to two weeks, likely engaging in group battles against the realm." So, I'll receive a task at most within a week? I think I remember who this person is—he earned me two hundred yuan last night! Zhang Yuanqing, feeling both serious and eager, asked, "How much does this intelligence cost?" Yuan Ting smiled and replied, "This one is free." Free? Oh, you're truly generous... Zhang Yuanqing immediately said, "Then I have another question for Captain Yuan. Can it be free?" "It depends on whether your question is worth something," Yuan Ting replied. "Will the night wanderer's subsequent skills include the power of the sun god?" "Yes, but I'm not exactly sure at which level." That's sufficient—now I have a clear sense of the future direction of my profession. With powers of both day and night, and the balance of yin and yang, it's quite impressive! Zhang Yuanqing said, "I have no further questions." … Watching the Night Wanderer of Taimei depart the conference room and descend the steel stairs, Zhang Yuanqing walked toward the shop steward’s office. He still needed to report on the situation at his aunt’s hospital, but he had to revise his words—no information about the little quirky one should be revealed, and he couldn’t let anyone know he had a spiritual servant, not yet.