Master of Strange Dao

Having said that, Song Chengyue fell silent, speaking no more.

Yu Ziqing didn't understand but still thanked him with a clasped fist.

That was precisely what he wanted: not to understand, not to know.

"I'd like to ask for your help in gathering information about someone, the more detailed the better."

"Go ahead."

"Cui Changping, the Sect Master of Infinite Sect."

"No problem," Song Chengyue readily agreed.

As long as the person wasn't a key member of the Imperial Family or a high-ranking official at court, there generally wasn't much issue.

For such a public figure who also wasn't from the Daqian court, the issue was even less problematic.

For similar figures, the Jinyi Wei had already collected their information, storing it year-round for future use.

Includes those from Jinlan Mountain who showed their faces outside, they also had detailed individual files, recording everything meticulously.

All that information might never be needed, but when it was, it couldn't be absent.

"I appreciate it."

"Not a bother, just a minor matter."

"Take care and don't die. I can promise you, when necessary, I'll take them away with me."

Song Chengyue immediately got up and bowed deeply in thanks.

"That won't be necessary."

After leaving Seventh Floor, Yu Ziqing left a message for Cece.

"Ask those hungry ghosts if anyone has ever done a study renovation in the style of Daqian.

If so, put one together; if not, purchasing the items will do."

"Alright, Young Master, that's very simple."

In just a short period of days, a new study had been added to the Health Club.

From the decorating style to the furniture, the study essentials, and the stored books, everything was sourced from Daqian.

It appeared antique and elegant, and Yu Ziqing couldn't find any fault with it.

But since Song Chengyue said so, replicating it and using it like a normal study, there should be no problem.

Any more detail, and Song Chengyue probably wouldn't dare say.

Yu Ziqing didn't know how such a study could leak secrets; he couldn't detect anything off.

But not knowing was for the best.

There wasn't any important intelligence to discuss here anyway.

Yu Ziqing was just here to practice his calligraphy.

After about ten days, Yu Ziqing spread out the paper on the desk and began to write:

"To the esteemed village chief,

I've been unable to find time to visit and pay my respects lately; I ask for your understanding.

I have found out about the culprit behind Old Yang's kidnapping: one is dead, and the other is Cui Changping, the Sect Master of Infinite Sect.

Moreover, within the Dadui Seal, I've accidentally obtained a Dadui treasure..."

Yu Ziqing wrote the letter fluidly, leaving out pleasantries, but he provided the essential information.

After finishing, Yu Ziqing signed the letter with the name Qing Ziyu.

He dried the ink, placed the letter in an envelope, and handed it to Cece.

After Cece took the letter and left the study, Yu Ziqing sat and watched for a long while, still noticing nothing unusual.

If nothing was amiss, that meant the methods of the Jinyi Wei were quite remarkable.

He couldn't detect how the message could have leaked, if at all; he was utterly oblivious to any abnormalities.

...

In the Jinyi Wei government office, as Song Chengyue examined a stack of files,

a face suddenly materialized on his desk.

"Song Chengyue, there's a piece of intelligence for you. Do you want to see it?"

"Where's it from?" Song Chengyue asked for the source first.

"It's from my channels. It mentioned the words 'Dadui,' so I kept it."

Song Chengyue furrowed his brows, pondering for a moment.

If he looked at it, the intelligence would need to be archived; if he didn't, it would not enter the Jinyi Wei's data bank.

Thinking about the conversation he had with number seven a few days ago and the recent events outside, Song Chengyue nodded.

"Let's have a look."

He opened a drawer, inside was a piece of paper.

It was the content of the letter written by Yu Ziqing.

After reading it, Song Chengyue returned the paper to the drawer.

He sat in contemplation for a moment.

So it was for revenge.

But why leak it on purpose?

Song Chengyue didn't understand, and he didn't intend to dig too deeply.

He looked at the compiled information, without any rush to send it out, but instead planned to further refine it.

Since number seven had said the more detailed the better, and it was for revenge, the small amount of intelligence he had gathered was not enough to show his sincerity and capability.

Besides that, he personally planned to track Cui Changping's whereabouts, the Cultivation Techniques he practiced, the Magical Treasures he controlled, his expertise, and recent contacts - everything obtainable was to be investigated thoroughly.

If necessary, Song Chengyue even intended to secretly undermine Cui Changping, lending a covert hand.

He truly didn't know how Jinlan Mountain planned to take revenge, but that wasn't important.

Right now, he just needed to go with the flow.

As long as the letter was archived in the Jinyi Wei's intelligence archives, more than one person would handle it. By turning a blind eye, the message would certainly not remain buried.

Number seven indeed had some clever ideas.

Indeed, there was no better place than the Jinyi Wei for leaking intelligence externally.

No one would question the source of the Jinyi Wei's intelligence.

Under the circumstance that Song Chengyue intentionally dropped his guard and took a couple of high-ups out for a few days,

the content of the letter, unsurprisingly, was noted down and began to spread.

After making rounds for seven days, it ended up in many people's hands.

Including in the hands of Cui Changping, Sect Master of Infinite Sect.

Holding the intelligence, he frowned deeply, and the person by his side said in a grave voice,

"There's no need for doubt, the intelligence came from within the Jinyi Wei, and it should have been filed under related to Dadui.

Just when something happened, leading Song Chengyue away,

someone dared to take a glance at it, and the content is word-perfect."