“She?” the Demon King chuckled. “So eager to control me already?” The sweet, velvety voice of Betty said: "Your Grace, you are the most promising Night Wandering Deity of our time. Our President has long admired you—how could she possibly attempt to control you? Moreover, there’s an old saying here—one that goes: *'When a peony dies beneath its bloom, even as a ghost it will be celebrated.'* The President is among the most captivating women in the world. Wouldn’t you expect to share a romantic evening with her?" "Hmm," said the Demon King, coldly, "that’s precisely what you don’t know. In our tradition, there’s another saying: *'The spear is too long to reach.'* I’ll certainly go sleep with her—yet not yet. I’ll wait until I complete my final solo journey into the Spirit Realm and step fully into that supreme domain before then." After a brief silence, Betty softly urged: "What if the President shares with you a secret—one concerning the Night Wandering Deity? Not merely any secret—but one of the most profound truths within the Spirit Realm?" "A foolish woman," remarked the Demon King. "Every gift is accompanied by its price tag. The Goddess Association wouldn’t casually reveal such high-level secrets to me—this isn't mere admiration; it's a deliberate effort to control me. So, do you know this secret?" "I—I don’t know…" "Don’t be afraid. You are a captivating woman of undeniable charm. I will not slaughter you for information until I’ve grown weary of your company." Then came the sound of something gently shifting—Zhang Yuanqing, so pure and unspoiled, was clearly enjoying her meal to replenish energy. Just as the Night Wandering time concluded, Zhang Yuanqing reappeared in the room. Listening intently to the soft crunching sounds of eating, he frowned deeply, realizing one crucial point. This Prop… belongs to the Demon King! The Cat King Speaker could not be stored in the inventory—it had to be carried with him at all times. And just now, it was playing an audio recording between the Demon King and a woman from abroad. What did this mean? It meant that when Zhang Yuanqing was performing his Night Wandering, the Cat King Speaker was actually beside the Demon King—thus not merely a possession of the owner, but something carried continuously by him? The Bing Brother had asked me to locate this Prop—and yet it belonged to the Demon King. What kind of relationship existed between the Bing Brother and the Demon King? Clearly, the Bing Brother wasn’t the same person—the tone didn't match, nor did his manner of speech. They’d known each other since childhood—when they were both just toddlers—so close in familiarity. The Demon King: "Come, let’s try a different position…" It seemed now that both had come to mutual understanding and deepened their exchange. Zhang Yuanqing had to perform Night Wandering once more to shield the sounds. At this very moment, however, the soft hums of conversation were abruptly replaced by a steady hiss of electrical current—then came a quiet, familiar voice from the Cat King Speaker: "Detective," said the voice, "I am your assistant, Ah Bing. I cannot tell you exactly when you heard this recording—but I know that at this very moment, I should already have died or gone missing… Don’t ask about my relationship with the Demon King—this truth may be too much for you to bear just now. If I’ve indeed disappeared, please do not go searching for me—at least, wait until you complete your first Large-Scale Massacre Instance and achieve the Sage Realm. This Prop will provide you with many useful insights—not only about me, but also about the Demon King. But remember: never let anyone hear this recording—should it be revealed, ensure that you eliminate all witnesses. The Character Card presented to you by the Demon King is a gift—a symbol of opportunity, yet one laden with endless risk. Do not place undue faith in official organizations. Trust no one. Now, here’s my first clue: when you hear this recording, the Ghost-Eye Judge has most likely already passed away. Should Black Unceasing still be unlocated—make it your urgent mission to find him and obtain the Register—*you must obtain the Register…*" How could Ah Bing know that the Ghost-Eye Judge had died at this very moment? Even unable to confirm when exactly he received the Cat King Speaker, unless—before recording this message—the Ghost-Eye Judge had already passed away. That explained his certainty. Zhang Yuanqing was startled. He suddenly recalled what Mr. Yuan Ting had told him earlier: "Although we cannot pinpoint the exact time of the Demon King’s death, it appears to be recent; likewise, the Ghost-Eye Judge's passing also occurred recently. Thus—was there a connection between both their fates?" "Must obtain the Register… Ah Bing spoke with such earnestness. What kind of significance lies within this Register? It seems clear now that both the deaths of the Demon King and the Ghost-Eye Judge are intertwined. Could it be that Ah Bing’s disappearance is directly linked to this very matter?" "If I uncover the truth behind these two deaths, wouldn’t that reveal why Ah Bing vanished—and where he might have gone now?" Zhang Yuanqing waited a moment, then saw the Cat King Speaker had ceased playing. He immediately returned the device to his desk drawer. He sat motionless at his desk for quite some time, pulling out his Notebook and beginning to organize his thoughts in writing: "The Five Elements Alliance is actively searching for Black Unceasing. The Organization of Spirit Energy is also involved—there are too many factions now, each with different objectives. I believe that if I can secure the Register, joining one of their search teams would be ideal—operating under the umbrella of the Five Elements Alliance will allow me to remain discreet." He would visit his workplace soon and inquire with the Chief about possibilities of being included in active operations. "Discovering a new profession—the Profession of Love and Desire. Sounds like an international title, doesn’t it? Truly captivating… I just wish I could witness it firsthand." As he wrote, Zhang Yuanqing found himself drifting off course—his pen moved too far from the original point—and he erased the second half. "The Demon King maintains close ties with foreign professionals. It’s simply unclear whether he ever met the President of the Goddess Association—or received any secrets from her. Should he have, perhaps the Cat King Speaker would have recorded it… Ah! So now I understand—why is Taiyi Gate seeking a successor for the Demon King? There must be such a reason!" Within no time at all, Zhang Yuanqing finalized his short-term plans: First: To actively participate in the search efforts for Black Unceasing. Second: To fulfill the legacy of a father who has now passed. For the long-term mission—preparation for the third Spirit Realm assignment—though still distant, it remains an essential goal to be pursued. "Click!" He lit his lighter. Watching as the flame licked the paper, then surged upward and finally consumed the entire plan sheet. After clearing all traces of the original draft, Zhang Yuanqing took his Smartphone and Cat King Speaker with him, performed another Night Wandering, and leaped out through the window—using the air conditioner unit as a stepping platform to reach the corridor. Now it would be impossible for him to leave directly from the living room without being confronted by Grandmother. "Knock-knock!" Once in the corridor, Zhang Yuanqing knocked on his uncle’s door. The woman who opened it was Auntie, wearing an elegant yoga outfit—her age, mid-40s yet maintaining the slender figure of someone still in her thirties—remarkably rare for a woman at that stage. Add to this her lifestyle of being well-cared-for and reluctant to do housework, and she looked no older than forty. "Where is Uncle?" Zhang Yuanqing asked, peering inside. "How could I know where he’s been all this time!" Auntie rolled her eyes with a graceful air of dismissal. "I remember he had a wallet—something he no longer uses. Why not give it to me?" said Zhang Yuanqing, stating his purpose clearly. The Cat King Speaker was quite uncomfortable in his pocket; carrying a backpack for such a single item felt unnecessary. So the wallet seemed the most practical choice. "Go find it yourself in the dressing room," Auntie said, stepping aside. Zhang Yuanqing rushed into the dressing room and soon found his uncle’s vibrant purple branded wallet—then tied it around his waist as he walked out: "Thank you, Auntie. You’re always twenty-eight." "Hold on!" Auntie stopped him, gently gesturing toward the room behind her—with an habitual command: "Please take the trash from the living room and bedroom and dispose of them." Zhang Yuanqing paused—then firmly rejected: "No way!" "Aha!" Auntie exclaimed, tugging at her waist. "You’ve grown into a grown-up now, haven’t you? Hurry up and clear the trash—I’ll give you one hundred yuan." Auntie didn’t display the same coldness as Grandmother—who regularly clears out entire households—but instead used financial incentives to shape young professionals. Because of her reluctance to do domestic tasks, Auntie had long relied on Zhang Yuanqing as a household assistant—her constant refrain: *“Yuanzi,”* “Give you pocket money, Auntie. You help me…” Over the years, Zhang Yuanqing had earned quite a bit from her. "Auntie," he said, "I’m no longer a child—I don’t need to be treated like one anymore." "Two hundred yuan." "Rest assured, I’ll take care of all the trash myself," Zhang Yuanqing replied, promptly entering the room. Auntie drew two bright red bills from her elegant leather wallet—then paused and added a third. "There you go!" "Thank you, Auntie. You’re always twenty-eight." "Come off it! Why don’t you say fifteen?" "Rest assured, I’ll file a complaint and have the police bring in Uncle right away." "Off with you!" Auntie laughed so heartily she nearly fell over. … Zhang Yuanqing took a taxi to his workplace. Using his strong social skills, he persuaded the frugal driver to give him a mask—then pulled up the hood of his hoodie and walked into the Administration Bureau of Kangyang District. Upon entering the glass building and ascending to the second floor, he saw Li Dongze and Guan Ya gathered around Wang Tai. Guan Ya smiled pleasantly: "Brilliant! I never expected you to quietly connect with a daughter from such an elite family. What does she seek in you? Your nose isn’t especially broad." Li Dongze, holding his walking cane, shook his head and sighed: "People can't be judged by appearance—people can't be judged by appearance… You, Wang Tai, with your thick eyebrows…" Wang Tai sat at the table, looking deeply uncertain. "Oh! Our key contributor has arrived," said Li Dongze, catching himself. "Didn’t I tell you to rest at home?" "Just bored—I thought I’d take a stroll." As Zhang Yuanqing prepared to inquire about their conversation, Li Dongze nodded and suddenly grew serious: "Yuanshi, your proposal is more complex than we anticipated…" "What’s wrong?" "Fu Bai Fu Chang is currently attending a meeting at the senior level. The Council has emerged with significant disagreement over whether to present this proposal to Taiyi Gate."