Fu Qingyang stood motionless, like a sculpture. Knowing he could not respond, Zhang Yuanqing spoke on his own: "The Night Rose is seeking a man known as the 'Young Soldier King.' Black Unusual is aware of this person's identity, so Pang Wudi has inquired with the Heavenly Justice for reasons of perceived unfairness. However, Black Unusual does not yet understand the Night Rose's purpose in seeking this individual." After speaking, Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath: "Since this has been unrelated to the main matter, it was not reported earlier. But considering Black Unusual's growing interest in this matter, I believe it is worthwhile for you to be informed." This was a thoughtful compromise reflecting the current situation—while Black Unusual might not inquire further about the Young Soldier King, based on Heavenly Justice's memory, he is likely to ask at least one question. If the matter continues to be concealed, not only will the investigation's findings be lost, but Zhang would also completely lose Fu Qingyang's trust. Thus, Zhang Yuanqing made a compromise, disclosing only part of the information and deliberately downplaying the most critical details—namely, that the young warrior-prince had participated in the mission to hunt down the Magistrate Judge, the one with the deceptive eyes. He knew that Fu Qingyang would surely detect the discrepancy; a Saint-level scout could not be easily deceived. Yet this was the price he had to pay—between suspicion and complete loss of trust, he chose the former. The blood mist hovering at the rim of the bowl spoke softly, "It doesn't matter. This isn't a significant matter. For the next couple of days, stay hidden and avoid going out. Come to me at midnight tomorrow night at the same place." With that, the blood in the bowl ceased to boil, and the mist gradually dispersed. "Within the Songhai area... Zhang Yuanqing closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then slowly said, 'Jiu San Youth City, Building 2, Room 1802... Lai Fu Hotel... Songhai Third Primary School... Songhe Café...' He listed off eight or nine locations in succession, explaining, 'Some of these places were where the Black Unchanging lived, others where they operated, and still others where he previously served. The common thread is that the Black Unchanging and his subordinates held meetings at these locations, using them as temporary bases of operations. 'But I'm not sure if there are more—after all, the memories of spiritual beings are incomplete.' Fu Qingyang supported himself on the railing, gazing at the night landscape ahead, his brow slightly furrowed. Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing remained silent, afraid that beneath Fu's composed exterior, he might be mentally preparing a series of ten severe interrogations for the twenty-fifth staff members. Fu Qingyang exhaled slowly and said, 'There are too many such bases—we simply don't have enough personnel.' He didn't elaborate clearly, but Zhang Yuanqing instantly grasped his concern. The pursuit operation is now nearing its conclusion. All that remains is to set up ambushes at the rendezvous point between Dark Night Rose and Black Unchanging, and they will be captured in one sweep. However, there is a traitor within the Five Elements Alliance, which limits the number of personnel that can be assembled for the ambush. Fu Qingyang has only brought Yu with him recently for this very reason. Prior to the Incident of Unrestrained Dominance, the Five Elements Alliance conducted a systematic search for Black Unchanging, involving multiple official teams working in coordination. Since discovering the existence of Dark Night Rose, Fu Qingyang has shifted his strategy—no longer calling upon his subordinates, but instead acting independently. To return to the point: the shortage of manpower stems from two factors. First, the operation demands high confidentiality, making it impractical to draw in large numbers. Second, the leaders of both Black Unchanging and Dark Night Rose are high-level Spiritual Realm practitioners. Official members below the Sainter Realm level are not a concern. "There are five senior elders in the Songhai Division, each accompanied by their trusted aides, so they can only establish five hidden outposts—therefore, the target must be narrowed down to these five." Fu Qingyang mused. "If I have detailed information about Heixiang, I can analyze his preferences and habits to determine where he would choose to set up his outposts." I do have that information, though the 'Blood Bun' hasn't replied yet... Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows in synchrony, asking, "Commander, what should we do next?" Fu Qingyang glanced at him subtly, "Go back first. I need to gather more information." There's one unread message. Zhang Yuanqing was pleased. The night before, after returning home, he had sent a message to "Human Blood Bunghole," hoping they would provide details about the Black Unseen quickly. With a mix of anticipation and nervousness, he drifted off to sleep. Though a villainous profession, the efficiency is quite high—perhaps, given the nature of such a role, even less efficient subordinates have been eliminated by their superiors. He muttered this to himself while opening the message. The message was divided into two parts. The first section described the Black Unseen's personality—cautious, shadowy, resilient—and included the writer's personal impressions. This part was concise, as if deliberately avoiding any potential misinterpretation. The second section detailed specific actions the Black Unseen had taken, his methods of handling situations, his approaches, and even his experience points. It was said that during intimate moments with women, the Black Unseen liked to apply various toxins over their bodies, thereby doubling the pleasure. Yet gradually, even this passion could no longer satisfy him. So he transformed the women he captured into spirit-beasts, and finally, on the humanoid female spirit-beasts, he discovered the long-missed, truly masculine pleasure. Over time, Black Without-Change lost interest in ordinary women—no matter how beautiful, they could never win his attention. Thus, his unruly habits seemed to have been learned from his elder brother. Zhang Yuanqing, restless all night, carefully analyzed the text and could only extract the word "eccentric" from the nuances. "Let's entrust this matter to a specialist—let's send it to Fu Qingyang." He copied the materials and forwarded them to Fu Qingyang via the phone number of the Primordial Celestial Sovereign. As for the source of these materials, he had already decided— he would attribute it to the Palace of Elimination. The Palace's master had longstanding ties with the Primordial Celestial Sovereign, and the secret of the Xiaohou Chi lineage had been revealed through the Palace's master. Therefore, it was entirely reasonable that the Primordial Celestial Sovereign had privately entrusted certain matters to the Palace's master. As for how the Master of the Stop-Killing Palace obtained this information, that was no concern of Yuan Shi Tian Zun. In the opulent study, Fu Qingyang placed the documents on the desk, remained silent for several seconds, and then dialed the elder Teddi's number. "Beep… beep…" The connection was established, and the sound of barking dogs filled the speaker, gradually fading out. Then, Teddi's calm and steady voice came through: "Have you found Black Wandering?" Fu Qingyang replied calmly: "Black Wandering's meeting time with the Night Rose and the transaction location have now been confirmed." Teddi chuckled: "Good progress. If you successfully resolve the Black Wandering matter, you'll be credited with the primary achievement—those who oppose your appointment to the Elder Council at headquarters will have no more to say." Pausing briefly, Teddi continued: "Now, let's get down to business." Fu Qingyang summarized his findings from yesterday, then said in a serious tone: "I've retrieved relevant materials from the division concerning Heimu, but they're still not sufficient—too general, not detailed enough. If our assessment proves incorrect, the consequences could be disastrous." With Heimu now possessing the Holy Cup, he would become yet another major threat. And if the Night Rose could secure the items left behind by the Magus King, the situation would be even more challenging. "Master Tedi was surprised: 'Where did you get this information?' "If Fu Qingyang had this material, he wouldn't have said what he did earlier," Fu Qingyang replied calmly. "It was reported by the Prime Immortal. He has been in private correspondence with the Master of Zhishi Palace, and thus entrusted the Master to keep a close watch on the activities of the King of the Wushe Sect." Master Tedi paused, then smiled: "He's quite forward-thinking, not rigid—this young man has great potential. Once the tiger seal arrives, if he passes the comprehensive physical examination, we'll focus on cultivating him." Fu Qingyang nodded once. "I'll go through the materials on He Wucang a bit more, and I'll get in touch with you later." After hanging up, Fu Qingyang focused fully on the content. Gradually, the image of He Wucang grew clearer in his mind: "Firm, resolute, and holds grudges even over minor offenses. The incident of his being secretly assassinated by the Prime Immortal confirms this." Yet he was also cautious, patient, and willing to meet with the Night Rose—his sincerity was not merely revealed by the fact that Yuan Shi had "died," there must be more to it... "I have a good sense of where he will choose to meet me..." ... Late at night. Under the soft, downy yellow light, Zhang Yuanqing walked slowly, his hands in his pockets, the face beneath the mask that of Wang Tai. He moved steadily along the quiet street, arriving at a café across from the Kengyang District Public Security Office. Most shops had closed, but this one remained lit, its doors open, though the interior was empty, with no customers. At the counter where the espresso machine stood, a red figure stood gracefully. She wore a refined, elegant long gown from the Song Dynasty, in deep red, with golden embroidery of cloud patterns and dragon motifs on her sleeves and chest. Her posture was poised and graceful, her dark hair flowing like a waterfall. Even with her silver mask, she appeared a beauty of rare grace and charm. The Lady Commander of Zhishā Palace gently held a delicate teapot, pouring hot water into the filter paper. "Why not use the coffee machine? Does hand-filtered coffee really taste better than machine-brewed?" Zhang Yuanqing smiled. Zhi Sha Palace Master lowered her head, gazing intently at the dense stream of steam, and spoke softly, "I particularly enjoy hand-filtered coffee—I love using filter paper." I also prefer hand-filtered coffee, though I use paper towels instead—Zhang Yuanqing's more casual remarks only find their way into her heart, never daring to speak them aloud to this eccentric one. "Master, we've already pinpointed the time and location of the trade between Hei Wu Chang and An Ye Rose," Zhang Yuanqing said, standing at the counter, studying the lively eyes beneath the mask. "As part of the trade, I'll share the intelligence with you, but I'd like you to help me with two tasks." "Say it!" the Palace Master suddenly spoke in a solemn tone. "I hope they won't be too difficult—otherwise, I'll consider killing you to extract the answers from your spirit. Though I'm not a night-wanderer, I do have the tools to question spirits." "Having said that, she twirled a strand of hair with her small hands, giggling softly, "Just kidding—don't be afraid. I wouldn't kill you to question your spirit, for you're so outstanding. You'd be far more suitable as my face-to-face match." ...Zhang Yuanqing spoke solemnly, "The first matter: fetch me the roster. The second: if Black Immortal perishes during the conflicts, you must help me destroy his spirit."