50: Chapter 50 The Great Sage has just left, and now the King of Hell is here again.

Detention Center, visitation room.

Iron bars split the space into two worlds. Great Sage Equal to Heaven sat on a chair, his hands tightly clutching that thick stack of A4 paper.

That was the compensation agreement.

Every number on it felt like a red-hot branding iron, making his fingertips tremble.

"Dad... Mom..." Great Sage Equal to Heaven's voice was hoarse.

Across the glass, his mother, who used to argue with vendors for half a day over just a few yuan for vegetables, now appeared unusually quiet.

A large patch of glaring white had emerged at the roots of her once-dyed jet-black hair.

Beside her, his father hunched his back, holding an unlit, low-quality cigarette. The keys to the Volkswagen Passat he treated like a treasure, wiping it three times a day, were no longer hanging from his waist.

"The house is listed with an agency, urgent sale, the price is set low so we can get the money quickly."

His father's voice was very soft, yet it struck Great Sage Equal to Heaven's heart heavily, "The car has been mortgaged to the dealer. With the family savings and the one hundred thousand borrowed from your second uncle... we can just about cover the cost of that glass and their repair fees."

"As for the lost wages..." His father paused, his rough hand rubbing against the glass, "The lawyer said we can apply for installment payments. Your mother and I can still work for a few more years; even if we have to deliver food or sweep the streets, we can pay it off slowly."

Great Sage Equal to Heaven lowered his head, his tears hitting the concrete floor, splashing up a small gray flower.

Nothing could make him clearer-headed than this moment.

Those so-called "Heaven-Defying fate-changing" and "supreme dominance," in the face of these transfer receipts, were as fragile as a joke.

The power he thought he had was bought at the cost of his parents' blood, sweat, and half a lifetime of dignity.

"Sign it." The correctional officer beside him handed over a pen, "Once you sign, we can process your bail pending trial. You're under eighteen and have a good attitude about admitting your mistakes, so there will be no criminal punishment. Go back and study hard, and stop thinking about that nonsense."

Great Sage Equal to Heaven's hand trembled as he signed his name on the agreement.

At that moment, that arrogant "Great Sage Equal to Heaven" completely died.

What survived was an ordinary teenager burdened with massive debt, who had finally learned to respect reality.

Bureau of Anomalous Affairs, Director's Office.

Gu Changan sat behind a large mahogany desk, holding the newly delivered case closure report.

Attached to the end of the report was a photo: Great Sage Equal to Heaven walking out of the detention center gate, kowtowing three times heavily to his parents.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

On the sofa, Chen Beixuan was sitting with his legs crossed, holding a cup of bubble tea and slurping it loudly, "Over two million to buy a lesson—this Mortal's tuition is a bit expensive. In my world, once a Heart Demon like this is overcome, one's cultivation would at least increase by three or five levels."

"This is a society ruled by law; we don't talk about cultivation here, only credit scores." Gu Changan closed the folder and tossed it into the filing cabinet, "He should be grateful he was born in this era. If this were in the Immortal Realm, someone without strength who dared to provoke Heaven's might would have long been refined into a Soul Banner."

"True." Chen Beixuan bit into a pearl and said indistinctly, "But having said that, although this kid was a farce, that 'System' ran really fast. The moment my Divine Sense reached out, it was like a mouse seeing a cat—it instantly severed the Karma line."

"The monk can run, but the temple can't." Gu Changan picked up his teacup and took a sip, "As long as it dares to stir up trouble on this land, it will eventually be captured by me and confiscated."

As they were speaking, the automatic door of the office slid open.

Chen Xiaobei walked in quickly, carrying a laptop, with two large dark circles under his eyes—he had clearly been working overtime all night.

"Team Leader! The data analysis is out!"

Chen Xiaobei placed the computer on the desk; the screen displayed a stream of code so complex it was dizzying.

"I performed a reverse trace on the residual data fragments of that previous 'Great Sage Equal to Heaven Roleplay System'. I discovered that this thing has a very disgusting filtering algorithm."

Gu Changan raised an eyebrow, "Elaborate."

"It specifically screens for people who are mentally immature, extremely desperate for attention, and dissatisfied with their real lives." Chen Xiaobei pushed up his glasses and pointed to a few keywords on the screen, "For example, teenagers with delusions of grandeur, frustrated middle-aged people, or patients with severe delusions."

"It exploits this psychology to issue so-called 'Roleplay Tasks,' step-by-step inducing the host to commit acts that defy common sense or are even illegal, in order to extract 'emotional value' as energy."

"In other words..." Gu Changan's eyes turned cold, "This isn't just an illegal cheat, but a network telecommunications fraud gang?"

"Even worse." Chen Xiaobei's expression was grave, "It seems to be attempting to mass-produce 'sources of chaos'. It's like raising Gu—scattering a handful of seeds to see which one will grow into the biggest tumor."

Just then.

"Awooo—!!"

The Fire Qilin "Fire Source," which had been lying on the carpet gnawing on a specially made beef bone, suddenly jumped up as if its tail had been stepped on.

The scales all over its body instantly bristled, and crimson flames erupted from its pores, burning several black holes into the carpet.

It stared fixedly in a certain direction outside the window, emitting a low, threatening growl from its throat. Its two front paws pawed the floor uneasily, its claws making a harsh, grating sound.

"What's going on?" The bubble tea in Chen Beixuan's hand nearly spilled. He pressed down on the Fire Qilin's head, "What is the little guy going crazy for? Wasn't it just fed?"

But the Fire Qilin ignored him entirely, continuing to bark wildly in that direction, its eyes even revealing a trace of fear... originating from deep within its Bloodline?

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The "Spiritual Energy Monitoring Radar" on the desk, which had always served as a decoration, suddenly emitted a harsh buzzing sound.

The originally calm green waveband suddenly turned into a straight line as if its heart had stopped, then violently shot upward, breaking straight through the top of the screen!

The color displayed was not the red representing Demonic Qi, nor the blue representing Spiritual Qi.

It was a sickly green that made one's skin crawl just looking at it.

"Crash—"

The temperature inside the office plummeted.

The twenty-six-degree constant-temperature air conditioning seemed to have failed; a thin layer of frost instantly formed on the window glass. The hot tea in Gu Changan's hand stopped steaming within seconds.

That cold was not a low temperature in the physical sense, but a chilling Yin cold that penetrated straight to the Soul.

It was as if someone had thrown open the doors of a morgue and was blowing air directly into this office.

"This... this is..." Chen Xiaobei watched the data jumping wildly on the radar screen, his face turning pale instantly, his teeth even chattering slightly, "The Yin Qi index... it's off the charts! The value has exceeded three thousand! Is the gate of the Underworld actually open?!"

Gu Changan put down his teacup, his expression showing no trace of panic, only his eyes becoming as sharp as a hawk's.

"Locate it."

These two simple words carried a calmness like that of a stabilizing needle.

Chen Xiaobei took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the fear in his heart, his ten fingers dancing on the Keyboard.

"Coordinates locked! Western suburbs of Yanjing! That 'Ren'ai Third Psychiatric Hospital' which has been abandoned for five years!"

The screen flashed, switching to a real-time satellite surveillance image.

Although it was night, through infrared imaging and spiritual energy filters, one could still clearly see the abandoned hospital located in the wilderness.

At this very moment, the sky above the hospital was shrouded in a mass of black clouds so thick they couldn't be dissolved.

Within the black clouds, countless twisted humanoid phantoms could be faintly seen circling and roaring. That was the "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade" that only appeared in horror movies.

And at the top of the hospital's iconic clock tower.

A figure wearing a black robe stood with hands behind their back.

Even through the blurry satellite image, one could clearly see the patterns embroidered with gold thread on the robe—it was an emperor's ceremonial robe with nine Dragons circling, but the Dragon claws had only four toes, and the entire robe was pitch black.

That was the legendary... Dragon robe of the Yin Emperor.

The figure seemed to have sensed the surveillance from the sky, slowly raised its head, and made a "beckoning" gesture toward the direction of the satellite lens.

It was as if they were inviting a guest to attend a banquet of death.

"My god..." Chen Beixuan gasped, his usually playful face showing gravity for the first time, "This purity of Yin Qi is heavier than any Ghost King I've seen in the Immortal Realm. If he manages to summon the Yin soldiers, this Yanjing City will likely become a Ghost City."

"Ghost King?"

Gu Changan stood up, straightened his uniform cuffs, and took the black trench coat from the coat rack, draping it over himself.

He looked at the figure on the screen playing god and ghost, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold sneer.

"In the territory of Yanjing, the only king is the law."

He turned and walked toward the door, his leather shoes making dull thuds on the floor.

"Chen Xiaobei, notify the Spiritual Energy Special Police team to assemble immediately."

"Chen Beixuan, stop drinking bubble tea, bring your sword."

Gu Changan buttoned up his uniform, his gaze becoming incredibly sharp, "Well, well, just sent away the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, and now here comes a King of Hell. Are they trying to establish a stronghold of feudal superstition in my Yanjing? Notify the Spiritual Energy Special Police team, bring all the ultraviolet floodlights, we're going to go 'clubbing'."