The female ghost bowed deeply and respectfully to Zhou Huan, her body collapsing slightly at the waist. "I apologize. It was all my rashness at the beginning. From this moment forward, the curse of Scarlet Moon will never reappear."

"Why? Weren't you quite willing to use the Scarlet Moon Curse to blackmail us? Or perhaps that was your magical artifact?" Zhou Huan goaded intentionally, wishing to gauge if the ghost had truly settled her intentions; otherwise, any sudden reversal on the road would make things troublesome.

The female ghost bowed once more. "Master Zhou, please believe me. For my husband's sake, for our great love, I must find that ring back. No matter how arduous and bitter the journey, I am willing to endure it."

A smile spread across Zhou Huan's lips. "Alright, stop bowing. We will take you. But one thing: we must place you inside a container. We can't have your spirit tagging along everywhere. If you get lost or we encounter a special situation, things will be much harder to handle."

Zhou Huan and Dongzi prepared everything. Dongzi sent the string of cash away with one shovel-strike. Soon after, Shi Bingyuan arrived with Tianxiong, and Hong Kun also reached the location. Strangely, it seemed everyone knew this place. As soon as they got out of the car, just as Zhou Huan was about to ask, Shi Bingyuan exclaimed, "Aiyo, it seems Dongzi's method of finding people really works! He located Master's coordinates instantly. That’s cooler than GPS positioning."

Shi Bingyuan was clutching a large pile of materials. When he saw the female ghost, his heart naturally jolted. He looked over at Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan said, "It's fine. Find a container. Oh, right." Zhou Huan remembered the purple jade gourd from among the flowers. He turned, picked up the gourd, shook it open, and said, "Come on, female ghost, come in here. Isn't this yours? You should be more comfortable living here."

The female ghost nodded. "Okay." She started to move inside, but halfway there, she suddenly remembered. "Oh, Master Zhou, please don't call me 'female ghost' anymore. Call me Xiaoshan!"

"Alright, Xiaoshan, go ahead. Later, I'll take you straight to America!" Zhou Huan performed the Soul Sealing technique. The talisman, inscribed on paper using his own blood mixed with cinnabar, had a more pronounced effect. This talisman’s purpose was to stabilize Soul Xiaoshan's spirit within the purple jade gourd, and furthermore, it would make it difficult for her to get out even if she wanted to.

The master and disciples, carrying the purple jade gourd and having buried the golden coffin, pulled Long Sheng down the mountain. Indeed, these disciples were quite practical; they had arranged for an armored truck, complete with guards armed with real bullets.

Zhou Huan smiled, looking at them. "Gentlemen, could you please call your company? I have some gold here. Have your people transport all of it away. This man," saying this, Zhou Huan pushed Long Sheng forward, "he will tell you where the gold is. After loading it up, deliver all this gold to the Hall of Fortune and Longevity."

"Gold? Then the fee for this service..." the head guard inquired.

Zhou Huan was truly extravagant. He pulled a check from his pocket and handed it over. "This is a blank check. Have your boss fill in any amount. Just tell him it's Zhou Huan from the Hall of Fortune and Longevity, fill in the price, and have him come to me for the seal."

Zhou Huan was indeed a local celebrity; every word he spoke carried weight. Just arranging the transport of gold through an escort company actually seemed quite official.

After settling the matter, Zhou Huan left Long Sheng behind. He got into the car with his disciples and headed back to the Hall of Fortune and Longevity, bringing the purple jade gourd. It truly was a rare treasure. This gourd was clearly an artifact from antiquity, a creation of superb craftsmanship; finding another like it in the entire world would be difficult.

The vehicle quickly arrived at the Hall of Fortune and Longevity. As soon as they entered, Da Luobo, holding a soup ladle, said, "It's been so long. Let's eat something hot first. You all must be tired from all that work."

Hearing this, Zhou Huan realized he was indeed a bit hungry. The group sat down and ate heartily. Afterward, Shi Bingyuan brought out the materials they had gathered: one titled Andong Historical Records, which contained a museum catalog number, and another titled Discussions on Wartime Photographs, also bearing a museum number.

"Master, we looked at both these documents. They state that when Long Yun first established the Andong Independent Regiment, he acquired a massive amount of wealth from an unknown source; his weapon loadout rivaled that of the Japanese army at the time. Also, looking at these photos, we found a problem." As he spoke, Shi Bingyuan flipped the booklet in his hand to a specific page. It showed a car crash scene—a military vehicle had crashed off a cliff, and the head of a deceased person was visible sticking out of the car door. Shi Bingyuan pointed.

Zhou Huan gasped instantly. "What? Could that not have been an illusion?"

The spot Shi Bingyuan pointed to was Zhou Huan's head, dangling outside the car. This meant that in this photograph, Zhou Huan was dead. But this was inexplicable. Who could have taken this photo? At that time, the only people likely possessing such photographic technology would have been war correspondents; only they could venture into such remote areas to capture fresh developments and document them.

"Master, look, is this you?"

Zhou Huan nodded, then looked at the signature beneath the photo: American war correspondent, Pierce Roberts, taken in 1940.

Subsequently, Zhou Huan recounted the events he had experienced in his dreams. His disciples listened, utterly astounded, unable to imagine such things could happen. Afterward, everyone separated to rest. Dongzi was still by the skylight, gazing at the moon, constantly thinking: If he could also return to the past like his Master, wouldn't that be incredibly fascinating...

The next day, the gold arrived at the Hall of Fortune and Longevity as scheduled. Zhou Huan paid the required amount. Sitting in the hall surrounded by a coffin made of pure gold and so many golden accessories, these matters actually gave Zhou Huan a massive headache; he didn't know how to deal with them. In the end, he decided to leave everything in the hall, at least as displays, to be dealt with after their current business was concluded.

After breakfast, Zhou Huan took Tianxiong to the archives. They searched extensively but could not find any trace of the war correspondent mentioned by Translator Long. This caused Zhou Huan to momentarily lose direction. Even if he went to America now, it would be useless; he had no idea where to look for this person.

"Master Zhou, I finally caught up with you!" accompanying Zhou Huan to the archives was Mr. Old Wang. The moment he saw Zhou Huan, he appeared particularly affectionate. "Master Zhou, I heard you are planning to go abroad. Since I have nothing pressing either, why don't you let me tag along for a stroll?"

"I was considering it, but I still have a few matters to settle first. By the way, Mr. Old Wang, could you help investigate this person from back then..." Zhou Huan told Mr. Old Wang the basic information about the person he was looking for, along with his own analysis.

What kind of person Mr. Old Wang was meant that if he wanted to know something, it was far easier for him than for Zhou Huan. After all, he had many subordinates and could get things done easily.

"This person, I've looked into it. We should probably search the archives of the military units. Think about it—a war correspondent coming here would certainly have photographed matters concerning the military, including our side and the enemy's side. Those surviving photos must exist." Mr. Wang's approach differed from Zhou Huan's; he considered matters very thoroughly and analyzed things reasonably, whereas Zhou Huan often viewed things from the perspective of a master craftsman, thus often lacking in consideration for interpersonal matters.

Zhou Huan and Mr. Old Wang followed their usual routine and ordered some food from Xiaoling's restaurant. Xiaoling hadn't seen Zhou Huan in a long time and missed him dearly. She wanted him to stay after the meal. Mr. Old Wang laughed. "Alright then, you two stay together. I'll contact you once things are settled."

The next day, Mr. Old Wang indeed sent word.

"Master Zhou, our passports and plane tickets are all ready. I've brought my secretary along. You should bring Xiaoling too!" The message on the phone was clear—telling Zhou Huan to bring Xiaoling. Zhou Huan reflected that during these recent trips back, he had been sleeping in Xiao He's room; perhaps he had truly neglected Xiaoling. This Mr. Old Wang truly had penetrating insight; he could see such details clearly.

"Master Zhou, we have confirmed the location of the person you are looking for. Next, our main contingent sets off! Hahaha, it’s been too long since we had an outing!"