Holding the crystal cup, waiting a few seconds, a piece of item information appears: 【Name: Fallen Holy Cup (Damaged)】 【Type: Vessel】 【Function: Control, Fall】 【Description: A cup cherished by a great being, by chance stained with the being's blood, which absorbed the laws within the blood, transforming into a rule-based item.】 【Note 1: Kneel before me. Submission is your only choice; only death can end this.】 【Note 2: Gather the required materials promptly and repair this rule-based item.】 "Damaged... the description is quite simple, yet the simpler something is, the more terrifying it seems. Once under the control of the Fallen Holy Cup, death becomes the only way to free oneself." Time was limited. Zhang Yuanqing placed the Fallen Holy Cup into his inventory and then took the scarecrow from Black Immutability's body, adding it to his collection without pausing to review its details. Then came the red veil, the red dance shoes... After swiftly clearing the battlefield, he knelt by the bodies, searching. The roster! Zhang Yuanqing hadn't forgotten his ultimate objective in pursuing Black Unusual. The roster was the carrier of the fallen, akin to the private ledger of the Spirit Judge, unlike the Fallen Holy Cup, which was less likely to be a mere prop. Non-prop items couldn't be stored in the inventory. Therefore, Black Unusual either carried it with him or had carefully concealed it somewhere. After a simple search, Zhang Yuanqing found a small booklet in the pocket of one of the bodies. He didn't immediately pull it out, but instead activated his night-wanderer form to make himself invisible. Only then did he retrieve the thin booklet. The roster was only palm-sized, with a black cover and light yellow paper. Zhang Yuanqing quickly flipped through it, searching for the information on the soldier. "Flipping, flipping..." The pages moved swiftly. The roster was thin, recording only a few dozen servants, and he soon finished reviewing it. None! No record of Bingge's information! "Wait—according to the audio logs from the Cat King's audio system, and according to Tian Dao Bu Gong's memory, Bingge was undoubtedly the servant of the Ghost-Eye Judge. That much is certain. But why isn't there any entry for him in the roster?" Zhang Yuanqing felt puzzled. Suddenly, his expression shifted, and he flipped through the roster again—this time more slowly than before. "Flipping, flipping..." the pages rustled, then stopped at a particular spot, near the spine, where a jagged tear remained. One page was missing. Clearly, the page containing Bingge's actual information had been torn out. "Who tore out Bingge's information? Black Unusual?... No—Black Unusual holds the entire roster. He wouldn't have the motive or need to do so. According to this reasoning, the Ghost-Eye Judge also seems unlikely. Then who—was it the mysterious figure we saw just now?" "There's no need for the mysterious figure to tear through the register—he could simply take it away himself..." Zhang Yuanqing mused for a few seconds, then stepped out of his invisibility, the dark energy within his eyes swirling as he attempted to communicate with the spirit of the Black Unseen. He wasn't seeking to consume the spirit, but rather to verify a single point. Indeed, there was no trace of the spirit remaining within the body of the Black Unseen. "The mysterious figure has erased the Black Unseen's spirit. Why did he do that? Ah, from the Black Unseen's earlier reaction, it appears that the mysterious figure is someone he knows—someone he never thought possible. That now makes sense. Is the mysterious figure the Night-Wanderer? Well, even if not, someone of that caliber must certainly possess means to eliminate spirits—perhaps through a specific artifact. "Unfortunately, the mysterious figure swiftly eliminated the Black Unseen, cutting off his further words. If only he could speak a bit longer, I'd be able to identify him. Oh well, I'll have to die too—perhaps it's better that I remain unknown." Zhang Yuanqing quickly spun his thoughts, analyzing and pondering. He realized that clearly hidden behind the Saint Cup incident was an undercurrent of activity. On the surface, the events unfolded as a consequence of the mutual demise of the Mage King and the Judge of Illusions, with Black Immortality carrying the Saint Cup into concealment. Behind the scenes, however, the emergence of a mysterious figure, the destruction of Bing's information, and the erasure of Black Immortality's spiritual essence had taken place. As someone skilled in analysis, Zhang Yuanqing found himself unable to make sense of these intricate details. Thus, he adopted the method taught by his grandfather—starting from the origin. Everything has cause and effect; what he saw was the effect, while the cause lay in the targeted hunt against the Judge of Illusions. This naturally raised a question: Why did the Mage King pursue the Judge of Illusions? "Bing was one of the 'perpetrators' involved in that hunt. If we can locate him, perhaps we can unravel the mystery." At that moment, his ear twitched, and he heard a flurry of footsteps approaching from afar. Heading toward the sound, a group of people surged forward through the night, racing toward the end of the long street. Leading them was Teng Yuan, the squad leader—a middle-aged man who was typically deeply indifferent to both life and work—yet who, in the moment of rescuing his comrades, stepped up with determination. To his left and right were Jiang Jingwei and Guan Ya. Jiang Jingwei was simply fast, moving effortlessly alongside the Level 4 Demon of Plague. Guan Ya, however, was different—her long legs nearly broken from the exertion, gripping two rifles tightly, her face filled with anxiety. The second wave included Bai Long, Qingteng, and Tang Guoqiang. The third wave consisted of elite members that Zhang Yuanqing had seen before but could not recall by name. The group, totaling around a dozen, advanced steadily and powerfully toward them. From a distance, they spotted a figure standing by the roadside and another lying motionless on the ground. Without night vision, the official travelers felt their hearts sink immediately. When the Prime Immortal faced the Black Immortal, who lay prone—whose identity was as clear as the tip of one’s toe. Guan Ya's face froze with cold frost, her eyes blazing with lethal intent, as she raised her gun toward the figure in the distance. A few seconds later, as the distance closed, Guan Ya's composed expression faltered—then, a spark of joy ignited in her eyes, and the frost upon her face began to melt. Teng Yuan, Bai Long, Qingteng, and the others all stood stunned, their faces reflecting varying degrees of bewilderment and surprise, as well as a sense of relief. The person standing there was the Yuan Shi Tian Zun—then, who was the one lying down? A bold thought arose in all of them, yet none dared to believe it. It was impossible. At that very moment, the young man standing proudly by the street, arms folded, gazed calmly at his late-arriving teammates and said softly: "You came too late. Black Without-Change has already fallen beneath my blade." The rushing group halted instantly, their expressions wide with astonishment, fixed upon the body lying on the ground. Long-faced, with narrow eyes—distinctly unattractive, yet unmistakably recognizable. Teng Yuan, looking at the body, then at Zhang Yuanqing, pushed his glasses up on his nose and spoke slowly: "You... killed a Wugugu master at the peak of the Shengsheng Realm?" As he spoke, he seemed to be assessing Zhang Yuanqing, as if trying to reacquaint himself with this subordinate. Not exactly me, but let me pretend for a while... Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly. Qingteng's large Kaziralan eyes widened. "You've grown this far already..." Bai Long stared in disbelief, completely speechless. Jiang Jingwei crossed her arms, head held high, laughing loudly: "No surprise—well deserved! But you moved so quickly; couldn't you have waited for me to join in and give him a proper beating?" Guan Ya removed her two silver handguns from the gun holsters at her thigh and walked over to Zhang Yuanqing, frowning as she examined him. "You're poisoned, aren't you? How are you feeling? Any discomfort?" Zhang Yuanqing smiled softly. "A little worried?" With most ordinary girls, he'd never dare say something so intimate. Guan Ya glanced at him with a smile, saying, "I've heard that the poison of a witch-guisher attacks the reproductive system, causing vascular atrophy and such. You're already young and lack many strengths—just a few more centimeters shorter, I'd say, even dogs would find you unappealing..." The seasoned players engaged in the large-scale battle suddenly saw Mokushikidō gasp, then collapse straight to the ground, his soul rapidly fading and his life force extinguished. Dead? This unexpected turn left everyone stunned, halting their combat to observe Mokushikidō's duplicate. Mokushikidō had severed the connection with his duplicate earlier to conserve strength—had he already reached a safe location? The black-robed chief protector furrowed his brow. With Mokushikidō gone, he no longer felt the need to press his advantage. Under the stewardship of Fu Qingyang, the fire master, renowned for his near-undefeated status at the Saint Realm level, was now struggling desperately—far from a match for this young heir of the Fu family. Meanwhile, in the face of attacks from the King of Wus, the Master of the Halt-Killing Sect, and the Elder Dog, his defeat was merely a matter of time. Fortunately, his primary objective—to buy time—had been achieved, even though no formal agreement had been reached. At that moment, the chief protector opened his inventory and retrieved an item from the "Void"—a long sword polished to a lustrous sheen, This sword is wrapped in a dense chill; merely gazing at it makes one feel cold throughout the body, as though the soul is about to drift away from the flesh. "Help us, Leader!" The head monk grasped the hilt firmly and planted it before him. Instantly, dark clouds gathered above the school, rolling and surging, coalescing into the outlines of countless evil spirits and vengeful ghosts. The lush, dense "forest" rapidly withered; the animal silhouettes knelt and trembled on the ground. The swirling dark clouds finally solidified into a vast, indistinct human face, and then a massive hand emerged from the clouds, pressing gently against the pale, shimmering light shield. Flowers, trees, and animal forms dissolved into pure green light. "Go!" The head monk vanished, reappearing beside the wounded fire master, and together they set out for the night. The chief of the Stop-Killing Palace roared in fury, her crimson lines exploding behind her, stretching and sweeping aimlessly—yet unable to catch the two figures. The King of the Parasites merely sneered, his flesh and blood merging into the earth as he swiftly withdrew. The Hundred Blossoms elder did not intervene, merely sitting quietly on the roof of the teaching building, gazing toward the distance. After releasing her pent-up emotions, the head of Zhishi Palace gave a sharp tap on the ground with her red ribbon behind her, leaping upward with momentum, her skirt and hair billowing like Chang'e riding the wind to the moon. Fu Qingyang folded the flag he had been holding at his back, surveyed the school now in ruins, and frowned. "Elder, it seems we've failed." The Hundred Blossoms elder nodded once. "The agreement between Hei Wu Chang and An Ye Rose cannot be stopped anymore. I will report this matter to headquarters, and I will take full responsibility." Fu Qingyang exhaled gently, easing the weight of his concerns. After more than half a month of relentless pursuit, all efforts had come to nothing—like trying to draw water from a dry well. As for entering the Elder Council, that would have to be postponed for another time. He retracted his Eight-Directions Sword, pulled out his phone from his pocket, switched it from flight mode to normal mode, and was about to inform his subordinates to begin withdrawal. But his phone rang before he could even make the call Fu Qingyang connected the call expressionlessly, and said calmly, "The capture operation has failed. You may now withdraw." A moment of silence followed, after which Teng Yuan responded weakly, "Perhaps it hasn't failed at all. Lieutenant, Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn has defeated He Wu Chang right nearby.