Yu Ziqing had never expected to encounter someone who hired assassins right here.

He roughly reconstructed the process in his mind. No.2, knowing that Su Li was about to return to report, and having a clear track of his movements, coupled with the limited time and possibly not having contacted No. 7, left a message.

Because it was apparent that their important intelligence exchanges were usually conducted face-to-face.

And for No. 7, killing Su Li was not a difficult task. Under normal circumstances, for the former No. 7, it was indeed a trivial matter.

In exchange for a piece of intelligence, that No. 7 couldn't have refused.

No. 2 probably never imagined that No. 7 would fail.

Afterwards, when No. 7 really did fail, this guy came to overwrite, covering all the previous messages.

And this guy probably didn't know that this wall could still display the covered content, people only saw it as a plain wall, not a real one.

Yu Ziqing reached out, touched the plain wall, and slid his hand randomly up, down, left, and right, discarding the idea of showing the previous page's content, and indeed, the wall remained unmoved.

Yu Ziqing didn't know whether to laugh or to remain speechless; he could discover this clue only because those people didn't fully understand it.

He slid the wall again, continuing to display No. 7's private messages. The amount of messages others left for this guy was truly numerous, everyone seeking different information.

And often, those people only wanted information, yet provided no intelligence in return.

Perhaps they really thought this place was very safe; whenever needed, their messages had no concealments and what they wanted was described very clearly.

After flipping to the eighth page, he couldn't flip any further; probably that was all the cache there was.

Continuing to try and flip through the information on the wall to the left, there were still only eight pages.

After carefully reviewing this information, it was of great help to Yu Ziqing. He could already discern quite a lot, given that each wall's content was not meager at all.

For example, the Seventh Floor was managed by the former No. 7, and many of the messages explored were freely given to other ring owners, though the intelligence did not involve anything too secretive but was extensive and complex.

These ring owners had little to do with the famously known Seventh Floor.

Based on these full eight walls of messages along with the private messages, Yu Ziqing could already make some rough guesses about the locations of the others.

No.1 might be in Daqian, because from those eight pages of messages, he almost never requested intelligence on Daqian, only on areas outside of it.

No. 2 was in Dali, and possibly a high-ranking official of the Shadow Department, something Yu Ziqing had conjectured before.

No. 3 was in Dazhen, something he had stated himself, and he knew a lot about Dazhen's intelligence.

No. 4 might be a wandering scoundrel.

No. 5 might also be in Dali, and held a not-so-low status and a very likely staunch supporter of Eastern Palace, otherwise he wouldn't possibly know about sweet rain, given that, by his tone, he should also know the effects of sweet rain and how to use it.

For normal humans, if consumed as Spiritual Medicine, sweet rain provides nothing more than a delicious, filling experience, and currently had no other effects.

No. 6 might be from East Sea and might be a Great Demon preparing to come to the land; otherwise, he wouldn't be so concerned about the whereabouts of the Peeling master.

Not many humans on the land would pay attention to the Peeling master, nor would they fear him; after all, that master wasn't known to have a bad temper on regular days.

Only the Demon Clan of East Sea would have such a large psychological shadow, that every time they left home, they had to first inquire whether the Peeling master was nearby.

Yu Ziqing speculated that the Peeling master, in the minds of the East Sea Demon Clan, was probably like the man-eating monsters used to scare children among humans—from scaring them as children to adulthood, and it was real, not just stories. Those little demons growing up under such shadows would indeed have a vast psychological shadow area.

Yu Ziqing continued to the second floor, which also had a wall, but he couldn't read a single letter on this wall; this was No. 6's private message wall.

He walked all the way to the Seventh Floor; apart from the private message walls, there were seven low tables and seven meditation cushions, probably the places for face-to-face discussions when the time came.

The low tables and the meditation cushions were also part of the Great Divine Power's manifestation; sitting there for discussions, everyone could feel slightly more at ease.

Yu Ziqing didn't sit down but went straight downstairs, returned to the first floor, and imprinted all the content from the forum wall and his private message wall into this thread of Divine Soul power, then turned and left the high tower.

Opening his eyes, Yu Ziqing sought out Yang.

"Can you set up an array? Preferably a higher-grade one?"

"There's a ready-made one," Yang dropped a reply, turned, and led Yu Ziqing to a cave.

"Reliable."

After entering the previously prepared shielding array by Yang, Yu Ziqing immediately took out a new blank Jade Scroll and imprinted all the content he had just read onto it.

Good habits must be maintained, he recorded in his mind, but might forget or fail to recall due to other reasons in the future. Only by recording them in advance was it safest.

This was all important intelligence, not only to analyze the situation of others but it might also be useful in the future; for now, consider it an intelligence reserve.

Yu Ziqing handed over the recorded Jade Scroll to Yang, then repeated what he had just witnessed to him.

"Take a look first."

Yang examined the jade scroll slowly, pausing now and then to ponder. After the duration of one incense stick, Yang set down the jade scroll.

"So it turns out, the true members of the Seventh Floor are actually those who possess the ring.

Your guess is quite similar to mine; there is too little information for me to confirm their true identities.

I think they really aren't trying to hide in which area they are, after all, just confirming an area within the vastness of the Divine Dynasty is meaningless."

"Yes, I know; this is also a form of exposing oneself, telling others that in this area, information can be sought for trading."

"Those who can get the ring and gain entry all possess some sort of strength. Don't think just anyone in the Yin God Realm, which is accessible at the fourth-tier, can use it. In fact, cultivators of Refining God are naturally few, needing cherished resources, suitable Dharma Methods, and the guidance of an elder.

Like your unorthodox method, practicing the Dharma Method of Cultivating God and managing to reach the Yin God Realm without killing or driving yourself mad is actually extremely rare.

So, those who can enter are generally capable of providing information of sufficient value for trading."

Yu Ziqing chuckled dryly; to others, he indeed seemed unorthodox. Of course, his ability to proceed without killing himself wasn't due to luck, but because he had prior experience and instinctively knew what mistakes could be lethal.

Those who know nothing and recklessly barge forward, reaching high-tier Refining God without any troubles are purely creatures of enormous fortune.

Those who can find money every time they fall, or blindly guess all the answers correctly, wouldn't struggle whether they cultivate Qi or Refining God.

"I wanted to ask for your counsel. I fear my knowledge isn't sufficient, and I might get deceived in trading, with someone easily palming off useless information on me."

"Hey, you're still capable of being deceived?" Yang laughed heartily. "Say what you want to say."

"It's like this; I saw that No.5 wants the 'sweet rain,' which I actually have quite a lot of. But I know it's very valuable. Cece said I greatly underestimated its value because in my heart, no matter how valuable it may be, it's not precious."

"We could trade, you've had ideas about this for a while anyway. You wouldn't keep it all to yourself forever. What do you want in exchange?"

"I want a Void Escape Scroll."

Yu Ziqing blurted out.

He had never intended to keep all the 'sweet rain' to himself right from the beginning.

This item was a Holy Object for hungry ghosts, used during almsgiving to hungry ghosts, and it had some special effects.

By offering some, he not only elevated the status of the hungry ghosts, giving them a way to survive, but he also treated it as a cherished resource, exchanging it for items he could use himself.

If someone made the right offer, he'd consider it.

Yu Ziqing perceived it as a special type of Spiritual Medicine.

Furthermore, he wanted the Void Escape Scroll because he had heard that the High Priest of the White Sun Evil Cult had used one to escape.

To say he didn't want one for self-defense was an outright lie; even a ghost wouldn't believe that.

Another reason was also to elevate the value of 'sweet rain.' Since it was being offered as part of a trade, he needed to start high to ensure a valuable exchange.

Yang stared blankly at Yu Ziqing for a long time without speaking.

"Do you remember how precious the Void Escape Scroll is?"

""No matter how precious it is, it's a man-made renewable resource, and not just one person can make it, whereas 'sweet rain' is unique in all the land. Yang, surely you haven't tried it?"

"..." Yang opened his mouth, then closed it again, and after a while, he nodded: "How do you plan to make the exchange?"

"Fifty drops, in exchange for one Void Escape Scroll, how about that?"

"That's too much. Start the bidding at twenty-six drops, some in exact amounts, some not; if the deal goes through, you can give up to thirty-seven drops."

"..."

Yu Ziqing bowed respectfully, indicating he had learned his lesson; he was still too naïve.

Wu Shuangge could drink more than this amount...

After discussing with Yang, Yu Ziqing wasn't in a rush to leave.

He found the village chief and spoke a sentence, which the village chief then carved directly into a stone with his finger.

The characters were strong and forceful, the sense of power was almost palpable, filled with an invincible and dominant charm.

Yu Ziqing looked at it and praised the village chief for a good while, suggesting he could practice calligraphy in his free time as another form of cultivation.

Upon entering the Seventh Floor, he did not call No.5; he didn't want a face-to-face discussion for fear of leaving loopholes. It was sufficient to leave a message; all trades could be conducted online, allowing him to consult with a multitude of people before finalizing each word.

So, he went to the third floor, thought for a moment, and copied the line that the village chief had just written, including the strokes, onto the wall.

The benefits of manifesting Divine Soul power were evident; he could perfectly replicate the charm sensed by his Divine Soul onto the wall.

"Twenty-six drops, in exchange for one Void Escape Scroll."