Late at night, by the military camp.

Du Yu and a short man walked together, following the lingering sound of the flute, heading deeper into the valley.

The short man was in his mid-thirties, just over one and a half meters tall.

Although his build was rather small and thin, he had an exceedingly domineering name: Qi Tian.

"Phew~"

Qi Tian lit a small flame at his fingertip and ignited the cigarette hanging from his mouth.

He took a deep drag, his face full of enjoyment, then blew a puff of smoke to the side.

Du Yu watched the man curiously; the thing smelled acrid and irritating—he really didn't know what was enjoyable about it.

"It's not a good thing. Best if you never touch it in your life." The man noticed Du Yu's curiosity and said casually.

Du Yu nodded silently.

"Thank you and Master Qing for your help. You two arrived just in time." Qi Tian turned his head to the side and blew out another mouthful of smoke.

"You've thanked me so many times already, Brother Tian. No need to keep saying it," Du Yu said with a smile. "Even if we're not on the same team, we're still comrades."

Then, Du Yu added, "That's what Master Qing said."

Qi Tian grinned, cursing with a smile, "Damn it, I almost got struck to death by lightning! The more I summoned Demon Pets to resist, the denser the thunder became.

I thought Celestial Punishment was coming for me again!

I'd almost forgotten what that felt like. Gathering Demon Souls was so many years ago…"

Du Yu: "…"

The dead Celestial Punishment suddenly started attacking me?

It's hard to imagine, this boisterous and foul-mouthed Qi Tian is a Demon Taming General.

And he's at Peak of Demon Taming General!

To have such strength in your mid-thirties, that's truly a genius among geniuses—no wonder Director Shu personally recruited him.

But his personality…

Well, it's pretty good too!

At least he's not like Director Shu Qinghe, who practiced so much he became an immortal and lost all his emotions~

Qi Tian pointed ahead; the ember of his cigarette was a bit conspicuous in the darkness.

Du Yu snapped back to reality, turned, and saw Fu Jianzhou focused on playing his flute.

Senior Brother Fu should have blended into the night.

But the White Jade Flute in his hand emitted a faint, ghostly glow, highlighting his handsome features.

Fu Jianzhou was responsible for being handsome; the illusory outline on his face was responsible for beauty.

Clearly one man and one woman, yet their style and aura were surprisingly harmonious and unified.

Qi Tian: "Go ahead, I'll wait here."

"Alright." Du Yu stepped through the stream and quickly strode to the other side.

As Du Yu left, Qi Tian looked at Fu Jianzhou's figure and couldn't help but shake his head inside.

As a member of Team Two, he'd naturally learned about all the colleagues in Team One.

Fu Jianzhou, actually being completely dominated by the Spirit of West Xia's Flute—this, in Qi Tian's eyes, was undoubtedly a huge hidden danger.

But since the bureau leaders said nothing, it wasn't his place to say more.

"Senior Brother." Du Yu came before Fu Jianzhou, calling him softly.

The flute music abruptly stopped, and silence fell over the valley.

Du Yu looked at the feminine outline on Fu Jianzhou's face and nodded apologetically, "You've practiced all day, it's already very late."

Fu Jianzhou stayed silent, not responding.

Du Yu said helplessly, "The soldiers' moods aren't great. Also, Senior Brother Fu, you need to sleep too.

Bai Lan, let him take a break."

The woman glanced at Du Yu, and her illusory face quietly faded away.

"Xiaodu, Xiaodu."

"Hm?" Du Yu looked toward Qi Tian across the river.

Qi Tian: "The higher-ups want you to return to camp immediately."

"Oh." Du Yu turned to look at Fu Jianzhou, "Senior Brother, get a good rest. The Mountain and Sea Bell mission is pretty much done."

He patted Fu Jianzhou's shoulder and hurried off.

As he crossed the stream, his steps splashed droplets of water.

Fu Jianzhou silently watched Du Yu's departing figure. Though it seemed to be with the naked eye, one could see a thin, illusionary outline lingering on his eyeballs.

Du Yu ran back to the brightly lit camp; the soldiers on duty along the way all turned to look at him.

Although they didn't show anything outwardly, the fact that Du Yu finally stopped the flute music made the soldiers quite grateful to him inside.

Honestly, no matter how good a tune is, it's unbearable when played on endless loop.

Let alone that Bai Lan's flute didn't just go in your ears, it went straight into your heart!

After looping again and again, everyone just felt sad inside, life seemed bleak, and being alive just wasn't worth it…

Now, the flute music had ceased.

They could finally breathe again.

Familiar with the route, Du Yu quickly arrived at the largest tent in the central area; a soldier nearby lifted the tent flap, and Du Yu couldn't help but pause in surprise.

Seated at the main seat inside the tent was a familiar figure.

Cheng Feng?

Instantaneous Movement really is amazing, you come and go like a ghost!

Du Yu strode in and saluted with cupped fists: "Elder Cheng."

Cheng Feng was solemn as always, but there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, which did not escape Prince Du's sharp gaze.

Mhm, not bad!

Du Yu thought to himself, feeling his rapport with the Seven Saints of Great Xia had risen once again~

Cheng Feng nodded and motioned toward a seat to the side.

Du Yu walked toward Master Qing's direction, giving a salute to the middle-aged man beside him in passing.

This man was Hu Yihua, in his fifties, with a strong scholarly air. He was a kind and gentle old professor, and in fact the leader of Team Two.

Professor Hu had formerly worked at Demon Spirit Academy, later joined Great Xia Bookstore, and held a minor position in the Thirteenth Bureau.

The Thirteenth Bureau and the Twenty-Ninth Bureau have some similarities.

This side specializes in Spiritual Artifacts, while the Thirteenth Bureau is in charge of Demon Soldiers within the Great Xia Realm.

For example, Divine Weapons like the Mountain Fire Saber and Cold Lake Sword, which form their own Demon Spirit Realms and have earth-shattering power, are all overseen by the Thirteenth Bureau.

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