Less than half a minute later, Zhang Yuanqing came swiftly and lightly, stopping at the archway. Fu Qingyang gave a glance, and Zhang Yuanqing stepped to the archway, looking inward. Through the night wanderer's vision that pierced the darkness, he saw a man in a black hooded sweater leaning against the wall, his forehead bearing a hole the width of a finger, blood gurgling steadily from it. Zhang Yuanqing examined him carefully—his brow was prominent, eyes long and narrow, face sharp and slender, clearly a man of great ill will. Such a swift and easy death suggested that both the injustice and his unruly dominance were signs of an extraordinary-level witch-guisher—someone of the transcendent stage. Black waves surged in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes as he communicated with the residual spirit within the body. Then, he produced the Vengeance Staff and handed it to Fu Qingyang. After completing his preparations, Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, and his spiritual form transformed into a "smoke" entering his mouth. Memories not his own poured in, instantly inflating his awareness, as though a balloon being filled with air. The scene flashed by like a kaleidoscope, and Zhang Yuanqing, from scattered fragments of memory, witnessed the broad outline of Tian Dao Bu Gong's life. His father gambled away their fortune, his mother remarried, and he grew up living with his grandparents—these unfortunate early years planted seeds of shadow in his heart. The setbacks of growing up without support nourished those seeds into growth. Eventually, he became a passionate, harsh, and even cruel outcast. Amidst the shifting scenes, Zhang Yuanqing saw a dimly lit bedroom, where Tian Dao Bu Gong stood by a desk, cutting his wrist to let blood flow into a bronze bowl. The blood boiled in the bowl, rising as mist that coalesced into a blurry human face, its voice sharp and urgent: "How does the Night Rose respond?" Tian Dao Bu Gong replied respectfully: "They have agreed to assassinate Yuan Shi Tian Zun, to avenge their unchecked dominance. Additionally, the Night Rose wishes to obtain the real-world records of the 'Young General.' The blood mist coalesced into a human face, pausing before sharpening into a voice: "The Rose of the Night should not be interested in that man..." Unjust Heaven replied: "I didn't know; he's very reserved." The blood mist hovered at the rim of the bowl, gently swaying, and said: "Should the Rose of the Night succeed in assassinating the Primordial Sovereign, inform him that the 'Young General' is actually Lei Yibing, from Songhai, studying at a university in Jiangnan Province. His household address is..." "Before informing the Rose of the Night, you must first ascertain their purpose in investigating the Young General." Unjust Heaven nodded, hesitating: "I've noticed that the Rose of the Night is deeply invested in this matter, as though unwilling to share it with us..." The blood mist face swayed slightly, then said: "If they're unwilling, then let it go—our immediate priority is to secure the Fallen Cup; all else can be postponed." ... In the resplendent glow of golden light, Zhang Yuanqing broke free from his questioning state and opened his eyes. At first, he saw the dark, featureless night sky and realized he was lying at the entrance of the bridge arch, with a painful ache behind his head. Gag—Zhang Yuanqing sat up, rubbing his head. Once again knocked out, Fu Qingyang wasn't even rewarding me with a rabbit-dress girl. It's simply not fair to my sacrifices. Zhang Yuanqing turned to the white-clad young gentleman standing beside him and said, "Asked some questions, but with little substantial gain." He briefly shared with Fu Qingyang his memory of "the heavens' injustice," omitting details about the soldier companion here. Zhang Yuanqing sighed, troubled, "Black Unchanging and his subordinates communicate through a certain object; the heavens' injustice has no knowledge of Black Unchanging's whereabouts." Of course, Black Unchanging would never reveal his hiding place to his subordinates. Should any of them betray him or be summoned for questioning, that would expose him. A seasoned leader of an evil organization could hardly be that naive. Though it was expected, it still fell short, leaving only hope pinned on the Gǔ Wáng... Zhang Yuancheng sighed. At that moment, he noticed Fu Qingyang extend his hand, grasp the air, and pull an item from his inventory. It was a simple, unattractive doll—round-headed with a body resembling a skirt—so plain it initially looked like a qíngtiān baby. The doll’s eyes were stitched together with black threads in the shape of two "×" signs, and its mouth was a straight line. Fu Qingyang asked, "Have you seen his hiding place within the memory of the unjust heavens?" Zhang Yuancheng replied, "Yes." Fu Qingyang nodded, then placed the unassuming doll on his right hand. Instantly, Zhang Yuancheng noticed faint silver threads extending from the doll’s head and hands, winding around the body of the "Unjust Heavens." A few seconds later, soft rustling sounds emerged from beneath the bridge, and the Unjust Heavens emerged—his hole in the brow now healed, the blood flow ceased. He's revived! Gazing at his stunned aide, Fu Qingyang moved his fingers slightly, and "Tian Dao Bu Gong" lifted a corner of his mouth, speaking in a low, raspy voice: "This artifact is called a 'Soldier Servant.' I requested it from a senior elder among the White Tiger's military ranks. It possesses certain abilities of a Supreme Realm Master of the Art of Craftsmanship—specifically, it can reconstruct the deceased's life details, including their voice, body habits, and skills, and is under the control of the artifact's holder." Zhang Yuanqing was momentarily stunned, both surprised and delighted: "So you mean—" "Tian Dao Bu Gong" replied calmly in his raspy tone: "To operate this body and communicate with Hei Wu Chang, gathering information about his next move." That's the move! Zhang Yuanqing was thrilled. Fu Qingyang had anticipated that Tian Dao Bu Gong would be unable to trace Hei Wu Chang's movements, so he had proactively secured the appropriate artifact. Though this person was always pretentious and aloof, he was indeed capable—reliable and reassuring. Yet, at that moment, Zhang Yuanqing felt a sudden pang in Regarding the details of the inquiry, he has been withholding information. If Black Immortality asks about the soldier's affairs, what should he do? Should Fu Qingyang fail to recall the details, he might reveal himself—thus rendering their days of careful preparation in vain. If he were to be candid, Fu Qingyang’s sharp perception would likely uncover several significant points. That is precisely what happens—plans often fall short of reality, and life remains inherently unpredictable. "Commander Hundred, your brilliance and valor are truly admirable," Zhang Yuanqing pressed down his anxiety and offered his usual flattery. The Celestial Justice, however, gave a slight upward tilt of the corner of his mouth and spoke in a low, composed tone, "Next time, perhaps you could use a few more pleasing terms—I am not displeased." As he spoke, this puppet approached Fu Qingyang and carried his body on his back. Was this the cost of using a prop? Zhang Yuanqing thought as he watched. Then, the Celestial Justice continued quietly, "The soldier's servant has two conditions: first, he can only control the dead; second, during the period of manipulation, the original body remains silent and immobile." "The cost is quite heavy, isn't it? Is this really self-sustaining? If I were to replace the puppet with a girl, suddenly I'd have so many exciting moves—no, I can't think any further! Zhang Yuanqing shook his head, pushing the bold ideas out of his mind. The three of them returned to the business sedan, and following Zhang Yuanqing's memory, found the location where Tian Dao Bu Gong was hiding. It was a mid-century apartment building situated at the border of Kangyang District and Fenghui District. Under the deep night, streetlights cast a lonely glow, and tree shadows swayed gently in the wind. Only a few 24-hour convenience stores remained open; all the other shops had closed. The white business sedan stopped outside the building. Zhang Yuanqing stepped out and charmed the gatekeeper. Tian Dao Bu Gong, carrying his original form, followed behind Zhang Yuanqing and entered the apartment. Zhang Yuanqing led the way, heading straight to the third floor as he remembered, and stopped at the door of Room 302. Fu Qingyang guided Tian Dao Bu Gong, produced the key, and opened the door." As Zhang Yuanqing entered the room, he scanned the space in the dark. It was a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment, about 70 square meters in total. The furnishings were simple—the dining table covered with a dust cloth, kitchenware long unused, lacking the warmth of daily life. Clearly, the heavens had treated this place merely as a temporary stopover. Zhang Yuanqing carried Fu Qingyang and stepped out of the apartment, waiting silently in the quiet corridor. ... In the bedroom, Tian Dao Bu Gong simply wiped the blood from his body, opened the wooden wardrobe, and found a bronze bowl. The bowl was heavy to handle; carved with serpents, insects, and centipedes, it emitted a slightly pungent odor from its rim. Tian Dao Bu Gong took the bowl to the table and cut his wrist, allowing the blood to flow into it. According to Zhang Yuanqing's inquiries with the spirit, this bowl required no further action—only sufficient blood was needed. The blood quickly gathered and covered the bowl's base, filling half of it. Then, suddenly, the blood in the bowl began to boil, rising in wisps of vapor that coalesced into a blurry human face, emitting a sharp voice: "How is it?" Tian Dao Bu Gong bowed his head and said, "Boss, the Yuan Shi Tian Zun has passed away. The Night Rose has proven her sincerity to us." "The blood mist swayed, its sharp voice tinged with a hint of amusement: 'Very well. For the subsequent handover, I'll assign the young lady to handle it. I plan to meet with the representatives of the Night Rose in two days' time. At that time, you're to come to the old place.' Tian Dao Bu Gong bowed and replied: 'Yes.' At that moment, the figure formed from the blood mist asked: 'What is the Night Rose's response regarding the matter of the young warrior-king?' Tian Dao Bu Gong's body slightly stiffened."