The International Building, Zhang Yuanqing entered a luxurious and spacious office under the guidance of Anne, with her golden hair and blue eyes. On the brown leather sofa in the living room, Bill Terranova had already been waiting for some time. Today he wore a black shirt, his sleeves and collar buttons undone, holding a glass wine cup. He looked relaxed and at ease. "Ah, my friend, it's wonderful to see you again!" Bill showed a warmth completely different from their last meeting. He set down the cup, warmly welcomed Zhang Yuanqing, and embraced him enthusiastically. He guided the major client to sit on the sofa, then asked with a friendly tone: "Do you want something to drink?" "Cola!" Zhang Yuanqing replied. Bill Terranova immediately looked surprised and turned to his female assistant: "Anne, go get it." There was no need to buy Cola—many white-collar employees at this foreign-owned company regularly drank Cola. The refrigerator in the relaxed area stocked numerous boxes of cans piled high. Anne returned with a box of canned Cola, opened it, poured it into a glass cup, and then took out an ice tray from the fridge, adding several small cubes of ice. "Mr. Zhang, please enjoy!" As she placed the drink on the table, she deliberately bent her knees slightly to let the young guest see the smooth, porcelain-like curves of her legs. The Love Career is quite bothersome—constantly trying to seduce you. You have to endure it, yet can't resist either—it's almost unbearable... Zhang Yuanqing wanted to tear out his eyes and drop them into the grooves to measure their depth. Seeing this young man so deeply enchanted by her body, Anne smiled warmly, feeling she had regained confidence in herself. "Ahem!" Bill coughed once. Anne instinctively adjusted her posture, standing beside her supervisor. "Have you made up your mind, Mr. Zhang?" Bill straightened his back, crossed his fingers, and looked serious. "I can provide detailed information about the group using pills, along with an explanation—this will take approximately thirty minutes. Additionally, I’ve prepared a document that you can review together to gain a more comprehensive understanding of the group. If there are no objections, I’ll have Anne prepare the contract as discussed previously—the amount is one million!" Although Bill hadn't yet confirmed whether Chen Shu’s son was indeed a Realm Walker, and although his organization had rules not to disclose secrets about Realm Walkers to ordinary people, these regulations seemed insignificant in the face of one million. In pursuit of a hundred percent profit, capital could do anything. For the circle of Realm Walkers, their information wasn’t truly secret at all. Trading relatively low-value intelligence for one million cash—and sealing a solid deal—was an irresistible temptation for any Earth-based professional. Zhang Yuanqing sat with his legs crossed, lifted the glass cup, took a sip of the cool drink, and smiled: "I’m genuinely interested in overseas Realm Walker information. After all, currently I only know about Bill Terranova’s Earth-based career and Anne’s Love Career." Both Bill Terranova and Anne were taken aback. He knew so much… He was indeed a Realm Walker—not just any, but someone who truly understood the nature of our profession—far from being an inexperienced newcomer. After a few seconds, Bill composed himself, said thoughtfully: "So what is your purpose for visiting today?" He felt both disappointed and somewhat let down—as their low-cost, high-return transaction fell through. "I'm here specifically to negotiate with you," Zhang Yuanqing clarified. "My friend wants to purchase props and materials. After searching extensively in the black market, he hasn’t been able to find them. That’s why I came today—since I learned Bill Terranova belongs to the Earth-based career." Upon hearing this, Bill Terranova became animated again, his smile returning: "What would you like to buy? Our Merchant Guild has a wide variety of props and materials available. As long as the price is acceptable, you can find any item from the Spirit Realm world." "A prop that can conceal one’s aura, along with several high-quality, Elevated Stage Yin-materials." Zhang Yuanqing said, opening his smartphone to display the list he had compiled during the drive. When deciding to purchase props from Bill Terranova, he suddenly realized—he could also take this opportunity to collect materials used in crafting Yin corpses. A one-time solution! Bill reviewed the materials on his phone carefully, then exhaled in relief and smiled: "We already have these materials. The total value is approximately four million. Considering your mother’s relationship with me, I’ll offer a nine-percent discount." He then furrowed his brows, considering further: "As for the prop that conceals aura—your request seems rather basic. Some props do possess aura-concealing abilities, but it's only a secondary benefit. Others cannot conceal aura at all, yet achieve a similar effect. Some can provide long-term concealment, while others only offer temporary shielding. Additionally, you’ll need to let me know your acceptable price range and ideal prop level—Elevated Stage and Sage Stage represent completely different pricing." Zhang Yuanqing said thoughtfully: "I’d like to examine the props in detail before making a decision." What he really wanted was a prop capable of masking the aura of a Dominant-level powerhouse—but couldn’t state it directly, as it might immediately raise suspicion. After all, simply reviewing recent intelligence on Songhai would reveal that the King with the Eye of Magic is currently investigating Yuan Shi Tian Zun and Master of Zhishake Palace. Requesting to see prop attributes without making any commitments was somewhat unreasonable—since such attributes are often confidential. Yet he believed Bill Terranova would agree because the props being reviewed were transactional items, stored in inventory, rather than props used personally by him. Indeed, after a few seconds of thoughtful reflection, Bill nodded: "Agreed. But I must remind you—if you wish to purchase these props using cash, you'll need substantial funding. Besides our Merchant Guild, most Spirit Realm organizations only accept barter transactions and do not accept cash payments." Props are produced exclusively within the Spirit Realms, relatively scarce, and highly valuable—yet paper currency is often treated as obsolete due to rampant monetary inflation across global governments. As a result, many organizations reject cash altogether. Even when they accept it, prices are typically high with significant markups. So, do you not respect me, the Master of the Realm? Do you think I don’t have enough funds? Well, I do have limited cash—just now... Zhang Yuanqing remained composed on the surface: "I understand." Bill smiled and immediately opened his guild’s warehouse, reaching out into the virtual space to grab a bronze decorative box. The box had an ancient design, covered in copper patina, with elegant carvings that exuded a strong sense of national character. "Last year," Bill explained, "I exchanged this prop with Taiyi Gate. It originated from a special Spirit Realm instance—it was originally a female ghost’s makeup box. By applying the blood paste inside to one's face, your aura turns Yin—making you appear as a fellow spirit being to yin spirits and corpses, thus avoiding attacks." This prop masks the aura of living individuals, causing yin spirits to perceive you as a kindred being—but King with the Eye of Magic sees all auras equally; what matters is that you are a Realm Walker. Zhang Yuanqing shook his head. Seeing this, Bill returned the box and then pulled out another item—a worn hat stained with dirt and with heavily frayed leather—plainly unimpressive at first glance. Bill introduced it enthusiastically: "This is known as the 'Garbage Picker’s Hat,' a prop used by Earth-based professionals. Its functions include treasure hunting, agility, and concealment. Agility and concealment are designed so that after locating treasures, users can move faster and hide more effectively." "The concealment effect isn’t about masking one's aura—it’s about making people ‘ignore’ you—like no one pays attention to a street beggar. People have tried wearing it into wealthy households' private rooms, women’s restrooms, even military bases. Some have worn it while committing offenses against others, and the victims have mysteriously ignored them. Of course, this only applies to ordinary people—the moment a Realm Walker reveals intentions of harm, they are promptly noticed. The cost is—inviting misfortune." A prop with many drawbacks that fails to truly conceal aura would certainly be detected by the King with the Eye of Magic. Indeed, it might happen that just as I see you, he instantly overlooks me—but this misfortune seems inadequate—what if I put on the hat and turn around only to find him appearing behind? Zhang Yuanqing said thoughtfully: "I’d like to take a closer look." The hat could serve as a backup—if no better option exists, purchasing it would be acceptable. Bill acted like an enthusiastic salesperson, patiently handling this persistent customer, then presented a third prop—a thin human skin. "Perfect Human Skin," Bill said softly. "When worn, you can transform into anyone’s appearance—adopting their personality, habits, language patterns, etc., with no visible flaws—even the most familiar people will not be able to detect it." "It has two costs: First, you must remove it within sixty minutes; otherwise, you will permanently become that person and cannot return to your original self. Second, during the transformation period, you fully absorb all aspects of the target—what we call 'causality.' The previous owner experienced this causality directly—being killed by the target’s enemies while still in the transformation state. The one before that had transformed into a hired mistress to gain access to a crime family leader. That night, he was raped by twelve men—but could not refuse because causality was mandatory. Though he eventually completed his mission, the experience left him with severe psychological issues." How are these props so flawed—so many setbacks? The functionality is extraordinary for special agents and spies—even more than their dreams—but the costs are too high. What if I transform into a woman—that would mean replacing my Apple? Zhang Yuanqing said: "Are there any others, Bill? I need a prop with a single function—and one that’s not overly burdensome." "Indeed," Bill replied after thinking for a moment, eyes brightening. "There is such a prop—one I've held for years without selling it yet." He reached out and pulled out a mask with a black base, featuring a white skull design. "This prop originates from an overseas evil career—it’s called 'The Silent One.' Its sole function is to seal everything. Once worn, all abilities are canceled—leaving the user as ordinary as anyone else." "While it doesn't conceal aura directly, its effect surpasses most standard concealment functions. The three costs are: First, an Elevated Stage Realm Walker wearing it will lose all abilities—removing the mask restores them. Second, during wear, one cannot speak at all. Third, one suffers from constant drowsiness." Zhang Yuanqing’s eyes lit up—he had found just the right one. Although the mask has three costs, each was minor and manageable. The ability to seal out powers might be challenging—yet it can be easily restored by removing the mask—offering excellent flexibility and ease of use. "How much is this prop worth, Mr. Bill?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. Bill smiled with delight: "An Elevated Stage prop typically values no more than one million. Its function is straightforward and auxiliary—its price ranges from five hundred thousand to seven million. Given your mother’s relationship, I’ll set it at six hundred thousand." "But shouldn’t it be five hundred thousand given her relationship?" "No way," Bill replied. "Our personal connection with your mother is worth only one hundred thousand." "Alright," Zhang Yuanqing said, already making a mental note. "I'll tell my mother—Bill Terranova is just a plastic partner." Seeing that he couldn't secure the price further, Zhang Yuanqing decided to proceed with barter. "I plan to trade props with you instead," he declared. "That’s excellent!" Bill Terranova happily clasped his hands and looked forward eagerly. "May I see your own props?" Zhang Yuanqing reached out from his inventory list and grasped a shrine lamp—made of bronze, with a three-legged base, its body crafted from black ebony, depicting a toad in a squatting posture, opening its mouth upward toward the sky. He planned to sell this lamp. The conditions for using the Tian Chan Lamp were extremely strict—since receiving it, he had only used it once. It had been sitting idle in his inventory for years. After gaining Zhang Yuanqing’s approval, Bill carefully lifted the lamp, displaying both the expression and posture of an archaeologist handling a precious artifact. After reviewing its details multiple times, Bill Terranova smiled with genuine excitement: "This is indeed a great prop—the drawbacks are clear, but the potential impact is truly impressive. With the right timing and setting, it offers returns far exceeding its original value." Watching the foreigner handling the prop with such evident fondness, Zhang Yuanqing had to gently remind: “Mr. Bill, this item—please don’t remove it from your inventory. Keep it stored in your belongings at all times. You wouldn’t want your tribe to go extinct because of you, would you?” Bill reluctantly set down the incense burner, regaining his businessman’s composure: “I’m offering one million dollars.” One million? That’s precisely the amount I spent on materials and props—so this price isn’t just a stretch; it suggests that the celestial chrysanthem incense burner will surely be worth more than that. Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath: “Mr. Bill, if you’ll allow me one favor in memory of my Mother, how about fifteen million?” “Oh, heavens! Please—don’t mention my Mother again! We’re merely ordinary business partners.” “And what if I ask for your personal favor, Mr. Bill?” “….” At that moment, Anne—who had remained silent throughout the entire conversation—smiled warmly and said: “Mr. Zhang, I believe one million is a fair price. Should you agree, I’ll arrange for Mr. Bill to invite you for dinner tonight.” Her suggestive gaze seemed to say: after dinner, I’ll be yours. Faced with the subtle undertones of romantic appeal from her profession—her very nature being rooted in sensuality—Zhang Yuanqing could not help but feel a flutter of excitement. It wasn’t that he was particularly romantic, but rather, it was simply the essence of his professional role making him susceptible to such gestures. Theoretically speaking, securing one such companion to offset the price difference should be a win for me—but alas, the very nature of this profession is overwhelming. Until I master the art of receiving free services without any cost, every woman in this line of work seems destined to suffer under my attention. With great self-control, Zhang Yuanqing managed to suppress his growing desires and said firmly: “If this transaction includes Anne’s physical presence as part of the package, then you must pay an additional fee for the loss of her body—specifically, my virginity is valued at five million.” “….” Anne’s beautifully poised face now trembled with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. She recalled yesterday's unpleasant incident. After several rounds of negotiation, the celestial chrysanthem incense burner was finally sold for twelve million yuan, out of which nine million three hundred and sixty thousand yuan went toward purchasing “the Silent Ones” and a large volume of female materials. The remaining two million four hundred thousand cash was placed directly in Zhang Yuanqing’s carry-on suitcase, verified by him personally using the cash register to ensure authenticity. Before departing, Zhang Yuanqing asked: “How long will Mr. Bill remain on the Chinese mainland?” “Not leaving anytime soon,” Mr. Bill replied with a hint of weariness. The Chairman had refused to meet with him—his response was simply: “Get out!” Rolling out the newborn calf? Why would one roll a calf, especially one so young? Wasn’t that a metaphor for something more personal? Mr. Bill failed to grasp the Chairman’s meaning and thus requested translation assistance. The translator glanced at him and then covered the two characters “dúzi” (calf) with her finger. It suddenly clicked—so the Chairman wasn’t referring to rolling out a calf, but rather, was asking Mr. Bill to leave. “Very well,” Zhang Yuanqing said, satisfied with this transaction. “Then I’ll personally see you off.” Mr. Bill beamed with delight. When Bill returned to his office, he found Anne sitting motionless in the sofa, her expression visibly dazed.