The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Chen Guan watched him leave, the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

The door closed.

Chen Guan sat back on the edge of the bed, took out the wooden box from his storage ring, opened the lid, and found the white jade lying quietly inside, its warmth seeping out through the box walls.

He opened the system panel and switched to the online store page.

Enter three words in the search bar.

Soul-Continuing Jade.

The item is indeed available in the store; the price is clearly displayed.

【Soul-Repairing Jade, repairs damage to the soul and alleviates soul rifts, Price: 500000 Popularity Points】

Five hundred thousand.

Chen Guan stared at the number for a moment, confirming that it was indeed five zeros.

He had a little over 1.52 million popularity points, which was almost half away from his target of 3 million. He originally thought that he would need to save up at least 1.5 million to make up for the shortfall.

An Changqing's act of giving him a ride saved him a third of the journey.

The actual gap in popularity points that need to be reached is only about one million.

There are still many, but compared to before, the psychological pressure is much less.

Chen Guan closed the box lid, retrieved his storage ring, and turned off the system panel.

The moon outside the window had already begun to set in the west. He leaned against the headboard, closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with Baal's words.

Su Yuehe is composed of two parts.

What does this sentence actually mean?

……

The next day.

Sunlight streamed in through the windows of the teaching building, and people came and went in the corridor.

The day was packed with classes, and the three of them sat quietly in the classroom, completing their allotted class time.

As for why there were three, it's because Su Yuehe was called away by her mother and went home.

Long Ao's performance in class was disastrous. He could manage to keep his eyes open for the first two classes, but he fell asleep on his desk during the third.

An Changqing, as always, was upright and his notes were neat and tidy.

After the last class of the afternoon, Long Ao stretched and stood up, his bones cracking several times.

"Should we eat at the cafeteria or order takeout tonight?"

"You guys go first, I'm going to the library."

Chen Guan carried the black coffin on his back and walked out of the classroom.

Long Ao was somewhat surprised.

"Are you going to the library?"

"Check something."

"You're really working hard. Let's go eat now."

Long Ao shrugged. He knew Chen Guan loved studying, and he didn't think much of it. He followed An Changqing toward the cafeteria.

library.

Chen Guan pushed open the door and walked in. The hall was very quiet, with only the sound of turning pages and occasional footsteps.

He went straight to the special collection section on the third floor.

This floor contains academic materials that are not publicly available; you need to swipe your student ID to enter.

Chen Guan swiped his card to enter and walked along the bookshelf to the innermost row.

What he was looking for was very clear: any record of dual souls or similar cases.

Since Baal's statement was not made casually, there should be some trace of it in the world's literature.

Although that Lezi Demon had lived a long time and was very knowledgeable, this was ultimately human culture, and it was normal for a demon not to be able to explain it.

After all, Baal didn't seem like a magician who loved learning at all.

He pulled out a thick, hardcover book with "An Introduction to the Pathology of Supernatural Abilities" printed on the cover. He turned to the index page and slid his finger down along the entries for "soul symbiosis," "soul parasitism," and "soul splitting."

He flipped through every entry, but the content was either too superficial or didn't match the direction he was looking for.

Chen Guan put the book back and then took out the next one.

I flipped through four books in a row, but still couldn't find the information I was looking for.

He squatted in front of the bookshelf, looking up at the spines of the top row of books, considering whether to change his search keywords.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

It was very light, but clear enough in the quiet special collection area.

Chen Guan didn't turn around. It wasn't strange that there were people in the library. He continued flipping through the book in his hand.

"An old coffin?"

The voice came from behind, sounding a little surprised.

Chen Guan turned his head.

Su Yuehe stood at the corner of the bookshelf, holding two books in her arms, her hair tied back with a simple hair tie, and her school uniform jacket draped over her arm.

She never expected to run into him here.

What are you doing here?

"Looking up information."

Chen Guan stood up and patted the dust off his trousers.

"And you?"

"It's also for research purposes."

Su Yuehe shook the book in her arms, walked to the bookshelf next to him, put one of the books back in its original place, and left the other one.

"Didn't you go home?"

"Yeah, I just got back to school, but the last class was already halfway through, so I just skipped it."

The two of them each picked up a few thick documents and walked up the towering bookshelves to a window seat in the special collections section.

There stood a lone long table, and the four wooden chairs looked somewhat worn in the dim light.

Huaqing University was so simple that even the principal's office didn't have gold bars.

Su Yuehe pulled out a chair and sat down, casually flipping through the yellowed pages in her hand.

Chen Guan sat opposite her, casually leaning the black coffin against the table leg. The sound of their turning pages echoed alternately in the quiet space.

This silence lasted for a long time.

The light outside the window gradually changed from warm yellow to orange-red, and the lines projected by the blinds onto the tabletop were stretched longer and longer.

Su Yuehe turned to the last page, her fingertips lingering on the cover for a moment before she looked up and met Chen Guan's gaze.

Their eyes met in the dim light, and neither of them looked away first.

Su Yuehe broke the silence first.

Do you remember Yue Teng?

"Of course I remember."

Chen Guan leaned back in his chair, nodded, and casually pushed the documents in his hand aside: "Why did you suddenly bring up this person?"

There's something I've been meaning to tell you all.

Su Yuehe neatly arranged the closed book, placing her hands on the cover and leaning slightly forward.

"When we were in the underground temple, I insisted that the council take over and planned to hand the people over to the association. Changqing asked me why at that time, but I didn't tell him the truth."

Chen Guan didn't interrupt, but listened quietly.

"I want Yue Teng."

Su Yuehe spoke quickly, clearly having already prepared her remarks.

Just then, the muffled sound of the librarian closing a bookshelf came from afar, making her voice seem particularly abrupt.

"What I want is what's in his head."

Su Yuehe stared at the coffin.

"The history of the Black Wind Civilization".

"The lineage of the Beloved Clan."

"And that Lord of Nothingness."

Upon hearing the words "Lord of Nothingness," Chen Guan's fingers, which had been moving unconsciously, suddenly stopped, but his expression remained as still as ice.

"Are you interested in the Lord of Nothingness?"

Regardless of whether Su Yuehe was interested or not, Chen Guan was genuinely interested.

"I'm not just interested."

Su Yuehe shook her head, her voice extremely low: "The scale of that underground temple is far beyond what Yue Teng could have built on his own."

"That place has existed for at least several hundred years, or even longer."

"It's a waste to hand over this level of intelligence to the association for processing. In the end, it will just be locked in a classified database to gather dust, and when the next Yue Teng pops up, we will still be blind to it."