"In the free-spirited spirit I've encountered, I saw someone relaying information—yet that person was a spirit servant..." Zhang Yuanqing detailed the entire process of his inquiry to Fu Qingyang. This centurion, with his sharp, carved features, grew increasingly furrowed in brow, his expression growing more serious. After finishing, Zhang Yuanqing looked at Fu Qingyang's handsome face and asked, "Have you heard of the Night Rose?" Fu Qingyang shook his head. "I haven't. There are only two possibilities: either the Night Rose is an obscure, little-known grassroots organization, or my access privileges are insufficient to learn about it. But an organization capable of collaborating with Black Unseen and even making him wary cannot be entirely unknown." So, even Fu Qingyang, a centurion, was unaware of the Night Rose's level of confidentiality? Zhang Yuanqing found himself pondering. Fu Qingyang glanced at him and said, "What are your thoughts on this matter? I'd like to hear your perspective." Zhang Yuanqing paused thoughtfully. "Could you please help me loosen my cuffs?" Fu Qingyang was momentarily taken aback. "I'm sorry!" He moved around the high-backed chair and loosened Zhang Yuanqing's bonds. Zhang Yuanqing moved his wrists slightly and said, "First, through this memory, we can confirm why Black Unseen has been hiding in Songhai—he's waiting for the leader of the Night Rose. However, trust between the two sides is still lacking, and they haven't yet established contact. For us, this is an opportunity." Fu Qingyang nodded. "Then, what do you think Black Unseen and Night Rose are plotting?" How could I know? Probably something to destroy the world. Zhang Yuanqing silently made a reference, then suddenly remembered a detail from the memory, and said slowly, "To bring down the Fallen Cup..." The reason suggested by Heng Xingwujie for Black Unseen to connect early with the Night Rose's leader is—controlling the Fallen Cup is key. Fu Qingyang nodded in satisfaction. "But isn't that rule-based artifact currently under Black Unseen's control? How then does it come into connection with the Night Rose organization?" Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled. "I don't know, but have you noticed how freely the one who's been acting so dominant has been urging the Black Unseen to take action?" "Meeting with the leader of the Night Rose, then taking control of the Fallen Cup... Oh, actually, the Black Unseen hasn't taken control of the Fallen Cup." "Yes, but theoretically, once an item is placed into the inventory, it automatically becomes the owner's—this rule applies even to rule-type items. So why hasn't the Black Unseen taken control of the Fallen Cup?" Hmm. Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows, pondered for a moment, then had a sudden insight. "Could it be that the Fallen Cup has encountered an issue? Though he has obtained the item, he simply cannot control it." Fu Qingyang nodded. "Then, from this perspective, we can deduce that the leader of the Night Rose has a method or means to resolve this issue." "Indeed, this explains why, after acquiring the Holy Grail, Black Unusual has neither departed nor moved far from Matsushima—he remains hidden there, unable to receive the legacy of the Mysterious Eye Judge until the fallen Grail issue is resolved. Rules-based items are, indeed, more crucial than life itself." Zhang Yuanqing said. The timing of the deaths of the Mage King and the Judge of Illusion was remarkably close. Bingge had anticipated—no, had predicted—that the Judge of Illusion would perish, and yet, wouldn't the Judge have been killed by the Mage King? Yet Bingge personally witnessed this event. Indeed, Bingge certainly did witness it, which is precisely why he was able to secure the Mage King's character card and why he is so confident about the Judge of Illusion's demise. The most prominent sect of the Night Wandering Deity is Taiyuan Sect, yet Taiyuan Sect clearly cannot collaborate with Hei Wuxiang. Therefore, he must settle on the Night Rose and the Night itself—these two words convey so much...” Zhang Yuanqing quickly added, “Commander Fu observes with keen insight. Indeed, he is no ordinary scout, no less the paragon of his profession. Fu Qingyang glanced at him and said, “You’re quite good too.” “Thank you, Commander, for your kind words. Since childhood, my dream has been to become an outstanding detective.” “I mean, your flattery skills are excellent.” “…” Fu Qingyang smiled gently. “Of course, I don’t mind. Being good at socializing is a strength.” He paused, then added, “But being fond of women is not.” I’m not even a colorless type—Lady Guan has always known how to keep me in the dark… Zhang Yuanqing maintained his warm, composed smile, showing no sign of discomfort. Fu Qingyang didn’t dwell on this point, but instead asked, “In your report on passing through Sheli’s Tunnel, did you omit any information?” Zhang Yuanqing felt a weight settle in his chest. "In the near future, members of the Taimei Sect will be reaching out to you—be prepared," Fu Qingyang said, pulling out a business card from the pocket of his white trousers and speaking calmly, "My phone number is now your direct line. This is a rank typically reserved for senior officers." His expression was composed yet deeply earnest, as though a promising monarch bestowing honors upon his ministers. Someone truly has their back! Zhang Yuanqing quickly took the card, deliberately folding it neatly in front of Fu Qingyang. Fu Qingyang added, "You saved so many colleagues tonight—your contribution is significant. I'll be sure to report this to the senior monk in charge of the Heimu Chang case." So, he's aiming to build me a support network, isn't he? Zhang Yuanqing smiled warmly. "Thank you, Captain. I've heard so much about you from Guan Ya—hadn't actually seen you in person, I might have truly been fooled by her." Fooled? Fu Qingyang was momentarily taken aback. "How so?" Zhang Yuanqing replied, "She says you're a man with a big heart and a lot of money." Fu Qingyang's face, finely carved and handsome, subtly contracted. As the two left the villa, the main entrance was filled with black business vehicles. Except for the three severely injured fire masters who had been taken away, everyone else stood quietly by the cars, waiting. The most relaxed were Guan Ya and Ling Jun—Guan Ya rested her arms on the car's hood, while Ling Jun, holding a cigarette, sat cross-legged by the roadside. "Guan Ya, come with me!" Fu Qingyang moved toward one side with a cold expression. Guan Ya followed without hesitation, noticing that her cousin had given her a sharp, critical glance just moments before. Several young women from the support team stared intently at Zhang Yuanqing, taking him in from head to toe. Then, they exchanged delighted whispers: "More handsome than I expected." "Just a bit younger than I thought—looks like he's only just starting university." "That's a good thing—being young makes him easier to convince." Ling Jun dropped her cigarette and smiled warmly, approaching Zhang Yuanqing. "Master Yuan Shi? Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the other person. He was wearing a loose, light blue single shirt, relaxed casual pants, and sports shoes. His short hair, cut just to the ears, was slightly messy, and when he smiled, his eyes would crinkle—giving off a warm, approachable impression. "You're…?" "Lin Jun, from Taiyuan Gate." Zhang Yuanqing was surprised. "Taiyuan Gate has already come to speak with me so quickly? I haven't even thought of an excuse yet." "Have you heard they say you're quite fond of women?" "What?" Zhang Yuanqing blinked, surprised. "When have I ever been particularly fond of women? How can you possibly accuse me of that?" "Oh, Brother Sun must be mistaken," Lin Jun sighed, smiling naturally. "You were supposed to be from Taiyuan Gate all along." He added with a warm tone, "Would you like to join us? I'm sure the single women there would be eager to chat with you about your personal life." In terms of social skills, Zhang Yuanqing was certainly no stranger. He raised an eyebrow. "Are they particularly sharp, one-on-one, single women?" Lin If you'd like to join Taimei Gate, just reach out to me anytime—no pressure at all, since I'm never confused. Within just a few words, the two of them quickly warmed up and even exchanged contact information. Ling Jun tucked his phone away, lit a cigarette, and smiled gently. "I've cleared countless instances, yet never encountered an S-tier spiritual realm—yet you've passed it twice." He exhaled a steady stream of pale smoke, his smile warm and kind. "No wonder you're the true heir of the Magician King."