With a burst of Taiyin energy, the little sprit "rolled" onto Zhang Yuanqing's feet. His short, plump hands pressed against the ground, he looked around in curiosity, then obediently "gently grasped" at the owner's trousers. In this unfamiliar setting, the infant spirit naturally felt shy and relied instinctively on the host. So clumsy and timid—quite unlike me, alas. Well, after all, he's still just a child. Zhang Yuanqing gave him the instruction for his "grasping-the-ropes" ceremony. Only after receiving the owner's command did the little sprit turn his glossy eyes toward the stall. He hesitated, tilting his head, then bravely crawled toward it. He sniffed at the stiff, liquid body before him, then pushed away with a look of disdain, and completely ignored the explosive stones made of non-yin materials. Every time the little sprit looked at a different material, Zhang Yuanqing asked a question. "What is this?" "The blood-soil from the gathering ground of the dead, where spirits gather." "And this?" "The umbilical cord of a ghost infant... Are you buying it?" "Of course I am. What else Zhang Yuanqing saw the small, lively customer standing in front of a marine compass and immediately asked, "What is this?" The compass was quite ancient, with a brass casing and a glass cover that was hazy and slightly fogged. It was only about the size of a palm, featuring an English inscription and some twisted symbols on its dial. It looked like something used by sailors and pirates during the age of exploration. "This one's actually quite special," the vendor said proudly. "I picked it up from a foreign traveler, and they claim it's a fragment of a prop—specifically, a high-tier fragment." "A fragment?" Zhang Yuanqing examined the compass, which was old but otherwise in excellent condition, and sighed, "Where exactly is it fragmented?" "I'm not sure," the vendor shrugged. "Can I touch it?" Zhang Yuanqing crouched down. The vendor's eyes lit up. "Of course!" Previously, this customer had only asked questions without actually looking at the items, clearly not showing much interest in purchasing. Now, however, it was obvious that the marine compass had captured their attention. This item was indeed acquired from overseas travelers and has been held in our hands for a long time without selling. Zhang Yuanqing picked up the compass, held it in his palm, and waited a few seconds, but no corresponding information appeared. However, through contact, he sensed that it was a yin-item. "Materials and fragments of tools won't display any information," the vendor immediately realized—this was clear evidence of a beginner. At that moment, Guan Ya asked, "What profession in the overseas world is associated with this compass?" The vendor recalled, "It seems to be the 'Void' profession. Overseas, this role is also known as 'Merchant,' and I personally believe 'Merchant' better reflects the essence of the role." "Void" is the official title assigned by the Spiritual Realm, while "Merchant" is the nickname adopted by the travelers. Void? Zhang Yuanqing was momentarily surprised and suddenly remembered the Red Dance Shoes. He recalled that Ou Xiangrong had mentioned the Red Dance Shoes belonged to the equipment of the overseas Void profession. The little comic chose this compass, so it must be genuine. But how could he have picked something from the realm of empty professions? Wasn't he only become a spirit servant due to the influence of the musician's equipment? Zhang Yuanqing pondered. "How much?" Guan Ya asked. "A million," the vendor declared with great enthusiasm. "How can we be sure you're not just holding some random junk to fool us?" Guan Ya intended to haggle, glancing at Zhang Yuanqing to signal him to stay quiet and let her handle it. "Buy it or don't," the vendor remained firm. "There are plenty of other options here—we could just go elsewhere," Guan Ya scoffed. "Fine," the vendor shrugged. Guan Ya immediately furrowed her brow. To be honest, she wasn't particularly good at haggling. As a lady of means, she always bought things based solely on whether she liked them, never considering price. Now, with the vendor so inflexible, she didn't know how to proceed with negotiations. At that moment, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly handed over a business card, saying, "Brother, let me introduce myself—I'm Wang Tai, the official envoy from Team Two of Kangyang District." Official envoy? The vendor's expression immediately became serious, straightening up and taking the card with both hands. "Don't worry, I'm just passing this on to a friend. Brother, you're charging quite a bit for these prop fragments..." "Wang brother, it's simple—price reflects value." Half an hour later, Zhang Yuanqing purchased the marine compass for ten thousand yuan, deciding not to draw attention from Bai Long and the boxer. He and Guan Ya then left the black market. In the elevator, Guan Ya looked puzzled, saying, "You're quite good at haggling." "I don't haggle at all—I just know how to build relationships," Zhang Yuanqing shrugged. "By the way, I'll return the money to you later." It's worth noting that in black market transactions, there are two methods: "bargaining chips" and "cash." The former is similar to a casino: cash is exchanged for tokens, and at the end of the transaction, the tokens are presented to the forces establishing the black market. Those who adopt this method typically trust the organizers but have little confidence in the buyers. Cash transactions work exactly the opposite way. Zhang Yuanqing uses token-based transactions, though it is Guan Ya who deposits cash to obtain tokens, citing that she didn't bring her bank card. "Come on, let's go—I've already reserved a restaurant. Which hotel does Guan Ya prefer to stay at? I'll book one as well." ... Back home at 10:30 p.m., his grandparents had already gone to bed, and Jiang Yebi hadn't come to his room to play games. Zhang Yuanqing sat at his desk, logging into the official database to search for information on the "Void" profession. [Void Profession: At the transcendental stage, this profession excels in theft and stealth, boasts exceptional speed, but is less skilled in combat.] His access level only provided information up to the transcendental stage. "It looks quite promising. If Little Comedian has good speed, we could form an assassin alliance. Hmm, the compass might not be at the extraordinary stage—what if it's actually at the sage stage? That would be a real win. I'm curious about the abilities of sage-tier practitioners in the void profession..." Zhang Yuanqing expressed his excitement. "Hmm?" He paused suddenly, murmuring to himself, "Stealing, exchanging..." Zhang Yuanqing now understood why Little Comedian had chosen this compass—since the infant spirit's skill was exchange, and exchange bore a certain similarity to stealing. "Wait a moment—why does Little Comedian have the exchange skill? Does the musician profession possess this ability?" Zhang Yuanqing immediately dialed Wang Qian's phone. The call connected promptly, and Wang Qian answered politely, "What can I do for you?" Since Zhang Yuanqing had rescued Wang Qian, Wang Qian's attitude toward him had undergone a significant change. "When you saved your nephew, what equipment did you request from the organization?" Wang Qian didn’t know why the topic was being revisited, and stammered, “I’m sorry, but I can’t disclose the organization’s prop information.” “Then, could you tell me—does the musician profession possess abilities such as theft, exchange, or transfer during the Saint stage, or even the Sovereign stage?” “Regarding the Sovereign stage, I’m not certain. However, during the Saint and Transcendent stages, such abilities are absent.” Wang Qian answered truthfully. “Thank you.” Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone, his brows deeply furrowed. A lively, cheerful servant who had become a spiritual servant due to the influence of the musician’s props—yet whose awakened abilities were not those of a musician? “It’s not the musician’s profession at all; rather, it seems more like the abilities of a Void-based profession—this is quite puzzling…” He pondered for a long time, but ultimately found no answer. … At the hotel. Xia Hou Xin stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing silently at the bustling night scene, listening to his phone. After the person on the line finished speaking, he said calmly, “What "The Dog Elder has been fully focused on tracking down the Black Immortal, so he's likely to temporarily set aside the penalties for the Tianyuan young lord. But I believe the Xiaohou family doesn't need to make any further efforts—Fu Qingyang has presented solid evidence, and the situation has now escalated significantly, with so many official envoys watching closely." Xiahou Xin nodded silently and asked, "Have you heard that the Five-Element Alliance is planning an early comprehensive inspection?" There was a brief pause on the other end, then, "This inspection is different from previous ones—the Dog Elder has obtained a Tiger Seal from the higher authorities." Xiahou Xin said firmly, "Do you feel confident about this?" "Hmm, who can confidently say they're certain when facing rules-based items?" The voice on the phone was calm and smiled. "I've already reported this matter. I may not be able to resolve the issue itself, but I can certainly identify and address those responsible. By the way, as for the Primordial Supreme Sovereign—don't touch him just yet. Wait until the storm passes." "Xiahou Xin spoke calmly, 'Once I've dealt with the Master of Zhishi Palace, and once the Leader has completed his tasks in Songhai, I'll skin that boy alive and cut him to pieces.' The colder his tone, the fiercer his rage. Xiahou Xin hadn't faced opponents before, but they were all of similar caliber—those small pests had inflicted heavy losses on him, and this was the first time. 'The Master of Zhishi Palace won't be able to remain arrogant for long. The Leader is already working behind the scenes to counter her.' 'That's good.' ... At midnight, Zhang Yuan stirred awake from his deep sleep, refreshed and alert. He left his bedroom and went to the kitchen, where he took a bowl. Then, from his inventory, he retrieved the Fumagong杵, cut his wrist, and allowed the rich Yin energy-rich blood to flow into the bowl. Soon, he collected nearly half the bowl's volume. To inscribe the spiritual scroll, night-wandering deity's blood must be used—otherwise, the array would only have form, lacking divine efficacy. At midnight, when the Yin energy is at its peak, it is also the moment when the night-wandering deity's internal Zhang Yuanqing dipped his finger in the blood and drew a series of twisted characters on the floor of the bedroom. Some resembled tadpoles, others were circular, some triangular, and a few looked like classical script—diverse in form. Yet when combined, they created a seamless, unified impression. Soon, a circular array composed of these twisted characters emerged on the floor. As Zhang Yuanqing completed the final stroke, the array solidified, and each character radiated a strong, vibrant glow of blood energy. It was done—Zhang Yuanqing, now weary, watched the pulsing energy with a sense of delight. For the Night-Wandering Deity, carving such a spiritual scroll array required immense energy, leaving him as fatigued as if having endured a full-scale battle. Without further delay, he produced an ancient marine compass, placed it at the center of the array, and then exhaled a breath of the Taiyin energy, releasing a small, cheerful spirit. "Enter!" he instructed. The small spirit moved its limbs and crawled toward the array. As the infant spirit entered the array, ripples of bloodlight spread out like waves, then gradually contracted toward the center, enveloping both the infant spirit and the ancient compass. Quite comfortable... the little chatterbox conveyed a similar sensation to the host. At this moment, the bloodlight that had wrapped around the compass gently detached from the object and drifted upward, floating in midair, with a distinct spiritual essence rising and falling within it. Zhang Yuanqing stared at the compass for a while, sensing as though something was missing from its fragmented pieces—yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He didn't dwell on it, because at that very moment, the floating bloodlight struck the little chatterbox's body. Oh, it's so painful!... the little chatterbox conveyed a strong sense of pain. Bathed in the bloodlight, he rolled around wildly, cried out loudly, and endured suffering far beyond what was expected for his age. This process lasted approximately ten minutes, during which the bloodlight slowly seeped into the infant spirit's body. Now, the little chatterbox lay weakly on the ground, his bottom raised, looking utterly drained. It's over—what abilities has it gained? Zhang Yuanqing eagerly settled his spirit, allowing his consciousness to merge with the spirit servant. Soon, he clearly grasped and understood the changes in the little lively one. These changes manifest in three aspects: First, the initial skill "Exchange" has been refined—its activation time has shortened from three seconds to two seconds upon contact, while the exchange duration itself has increased from three to five seconds. Second, the Yin energy within the little one has grown richer and more profound, resulting in enhanced spiritual intelligence, making it smarter and capable of initially influencing the physical world, such as moving lighter objects. Third, a new skill has emerged: "Treasure Seeking." It now possesses an innate ability to sense valuable, spiritually resonant items. "Treasure Seeking? Is it the extraordinary power within the compass that enables this? Then it makes sense why 'The Void' is also known abroad as 'the Merchant,'” Zhang Yuanqing exclaimed with delight. Although he kept saying he was going to serve as a substitute for his father, Zhang Yuanqing was well aware in his heart that Xiao Doudou was merely a low-level spiritual servant. Even if he acquired combat skills, those would only reach the extraordinary stage—far from reaching the level of a Saint. In the extraordinary stage, Zhang Yuanqing considered himself a strong contender, and with numerous tools at his disposal, he actually didn’t lack offensive capabilities. The treasure-hunting ability, however, proved to be truly invaluable—especially in finding treasures within dungeons. The more challenging the dungeon, the fewer hints it provided, requiring the spiritual traveler to explore on their own. Xiao Doudou’s treasure-hunting ability would undoubtedly shine brightly in such scenarios. After leaving the room, Zhang Yuanqing returned a few seconds later, carrying a mop and wiping away the bloodstains on the floor. Then, he returned Xiao Doudou to his resting place within his body, where the little companion had grown weary and exhausted. He curled up into his bed, and before drifting off to sleep, as always, he habitually formulated a plan, organized his thoughts, and considered what he would do next. "The next focus will be on tracking down the Black Unseen and handling the major health examination. The examination primarily targets the fallen ones, and I'm not one of them, so I don't expect any major issues. I hope this examination will uncover the identity of the one behind the Night Rose—then our pursuit of the Black Unseen can continue. 'Ah, lately, servants of the Strange Eyes Judges across various regions have been going mad, causing significant disruptions. Fortunately, the Songhai region seems to have only a few servants under the control of the fallen Holy Grail.' His thoughts growing increasingly sluggish, he soon drifted off into dreams. "Ah-ba, ah-ba..." The little comic, his head resting on his sister's bra, looked at him with glossy, sparkling eyes, a hint of pride shining beneath—as if to say, "Praise me now!" After the upgrade, his subtle expressions had become even more vivid and expressive. Zhang Yuanqing stared at his aunt's bra, lost in thought. Why did he find his aunt's bra so special? Was there a flaw in the "Treasure Hunting" skill, or was it a problem with his own upbringing? Had the character truly become useless? Should he start over and retrain from scratch? "Got it, got it. Don't talk about all that while having meals—always dropping things here and there," Grandma complained, her tone dismissive. Zhang Yuan looked down, embarrassed, and quietly drank his porridge. The remaining members are unwilling to act alone and intend to return along the original route—the large-scale health examination will be postponed," Fu Qingyang's voice carried a sense of weight. Horse Seal? What horse seal? Zhang Yuanqing didn't catch on immediately. Fu Qingyang continued, "The Horse Seal is a rule-based item that enables us to identify members of the Night Rose organization who are currently embedded within the branches." He explained, "The Night Rose's leader needs to communicate with Black Without Constant, and for that, information must be relayed through members embedded within the Five Elements Alliance. At this moment, the large-scale health examination poses the greatest threat to him. I suspect they are deliberately obstructing it." Zhang Yuanqing's tone grew serious, "Then, what are your plans?" If memory served, Fu Qingyang had originally intended to use the health examination as a screening process to identify spies. Fu Qingyang replied calmly, "Adjust the plan—kill Xiahou Tianyuan, and have you question Ling." Although he had a lie-detection device, discerning lies was different from convincing the subject to speak the truth. "Are you going to take action against the Xiahou family?" Zhang "Um, I've consulted with the elder, and she has agreed." "Good, I'll come right over."