The mind and body of Yang Ying were brought into harmony within the hotel, preparing for action. He recalled his observations from Taiji Temple earlier that day, where the advanced applications of psionic power, as described by the Daoist Qingfeng, were casually dismissed as "mere tricks used by ancient Awakened Ones to fool the common folk." Qingfeng’s tone revealed a distinct disregard for such profound techniques.

Yet, Yang Ying paid close attention to these so-called "tricks." Knowing that the Taiji Temple would never openly teach an outsider like him, he decided he would retrieve the knowledge himself that night.

Donning his Ghost Agent optical camouflage suit, Yang Ying activated his invisibility and slipped out of his room, leaving a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hanging on the door. He then proceeded upstairs to the hotel rooftop.

Undoubtedly, every square centimeter of Earth's surface in the twenty-sixth century was under surveillance by man-made satellites orbiting above. To perform any earth-shattering deeds here required complete invisibility to ensure absolute secrecy.

Yang Ying arrived at the territory of the Human Race on the Floating Continent and produced the unique communicator reserved for Human personnel.

"Quentin!"

A holographic screen flickered to life before him, displaying a man dressed as a pilot.

The pilot had short hair, wore an auxiliary respirator across his face, and possessed sharp eyes that cut like swords. This was Quentin, the first Ghost Fighter pilot stationed on the Floating Continent.

"Quentin reporting, Officer!"

Yang Ying commanded, "Come out with me after cloaking. I have a mission for you!"

Quentin nodded, "It would be my honor, Officer!"

Yang Ying then returned to the real world and summoned Quentin. An unseen fighter jet materialized silently atop the hotel.

Since the cockpit of the Ghost Fighter could only accommodate one person, and Yang Ying himself could not pilot an aircraft, he simply jumped aboard and used the jet as his mount. He crouched down just behind the rear section of the cockpit, pointing his finger in the direction of the back mountains of Wudang.

"Fly in that direction."

"Yes, Officer!"

The fighter slipped into the deepening night. An invisible man crouched atop an invisible plane, gradually closing in on Wudang Mountain.

Suddenly, Quentin reported, "Officer, this area is experiencing intense electromagnetic interference, affecting the fighter’s radar and navigation systems."

Yang Ying immediately asked, "How severe is it?"

Quentin manipulated the buttons and dials on the control panel with complex motions, frequently checking the instruments to adjust: "It should be manageable. I'm attempting to boost the power—there... systems are normalizing."

Yang Ying had already suspected that Taiji Temple was not a backward place; its modernization was proof enough. However, he hadn't expected that in addition to the illusionary formation preventing visitors from entering, they had also set up electromagnetic countermeasures.

Good thing Trant technology is more advanced than Earth’s, Yang Ying thought to himself, otherwise the Ghost Fighter might have become lost here.

Trant Human technology felt like an inexhaustible well. Although Yang Ying had finished researching all the technologies provided in the game, various research institutes constantly yielded new results, bringing unexpected surprises. Coupled with the development of the Progenitor race, technology superior to that of humans would soon enter practical application.

At this moment, Taiji Temple was visible in the distance.

Yang Ying pointed to a thicket of trees ahead. "Land behind that grove. Don't get too close, or we might be detected."

The Psionic Texts from the Nianli Temple contained extensive knowledge on psionics, noting that exceptionally skilled psionicists could perceive the presence of others using their sixth sense, even when physically blind.

This perception could only be countered by employing a technique called the 'Aura Concealment Art,' which required suppressing one's entire presence—a feat only achievable by those with awakened mental power. Fortunately, the method was recorded in the book, and Yang Ying was capable of using it now.

The Ghost Fighter landed behind the grove. Yang Ying disembarked and instructed Quentin, "Wait here. Do not deactivate your cloaking. I will be back within three hours."

"Yes, Officer!"

The energy reserve for both the Ghost Fighter and the Ghost Agent was 250 units, capable of sustaining cloaking for four hours. Less than half an hour had passed since they started, and allowing another half hour for the return trip meant his operational window was precisely three hours.

Yang Ying approached the main gate. The fountain display was still active, showcasing an exquisite water spectacle. Various surrounding sensors were operational but failed to detect the cloaked Yang Ying.

Since this was a stealth infiltration, Yang Ying avoided the main gate, instead scaling the perimeter wall to gain entry.

According to the Psionic Texts, if an individual using the Aura Concealment Art came into close proximity with another person whose psionic cultivation was significantly higher, detection was quite likely.

Therefore, after landing, Yang Ying moved cautiously toward the direction of the Scripture Vault, which he remembered from his earlier visit.

This operation absolutely could not fail. Having visited that morning, being discovered now would instantly make him a prime suspect, even if he managed to escape, and could even implicate the Xin mother and daughter and Daoist Tianhe.

They had shown him no ill will, and Yang Ying did not wish to bring trouble upon them.

Lost in thought while moving, Yang Ying passed a room labeled 'Audio-Visual Center' and happened to see Daoist Tianhe inside. On the desk before him lay more than a dozen data discs, and he was viewing a holographic recording.

Yang Ying glanced over and saw that the recording displayed snippets of the Xin mother and daughter's life; in one scene, Xin Jinyun appeared quite young, perhaps only about ten. He immediately understood that the data discs were the contents of the package he had brought that morning.

Passing the reception lounge, Yang Ying followed the corridor he remembered to its very end, finally arriving at his destination: the Scripture Vault.

Standing before the door, Yang Ying focused his mental energy to sense the lock mechanism. The lock was not overly complex to disengage, nor did it show any connection to other circuits, suggesting that opening it would not trigger any alarms.

He surveyed his surroundings. The area was exceedingly quiet. Although there was a surveillance camera, it showed no signs of being actively monitored.

Their technology isn't lagging, Yang Ying mused, but their vigilance is sorely behind.

He then gently manipulated the lock open with his psionic energy, opened the door, stepped inside, and quietly closed it behind him. No one passed down the corridor during this time.

By the light filtering in from the hallway, Yang Ying estimated the Scripture Vault was about fifty square meters. Inside, there was only a single bookshelf holding about ten physical books. A computer occupied the center, suggesting its hard drive had replaced the bulk of other textual records.

Uncertain if booting the computer would trigger an alarm, Yang Ying left it untouched for the moment and moved to the bookshelf.

The Scripture Vault was pitch black, lacking any internal light source. However, Yang Ying possessed the full array of Ghost Agent equipment. He took out a small flashlight, illuminating the books on the shelf one by one.

These books were covered in dust—a problem. If the dust were wiped away, it would leave traces of an unauthorized entry.