Chapter 1: Ancient Supreme Treasure

The night was cool as water, and the black night sky was like a vast, soft velvet curtain, studded with stars.

In the most prosperous district of City A, inside the Golden Emperor Bar, the singing and dancing never ceased. Colorful lights intertwined with flowing gold, creating a bewitching atmosphere. The crowd twisting in the center of the dance floor stood in stark contrast to the quiet exterior of City A.

A blue Lamborghini had been parked at the entrance for a long time. By the faint, cold moonlight, one could see a cold and glamorous woman in a black off-the-shoulder evening gown, her fingers tapping incessantly on the steering wheel. Her sunglasses covered half her face, making her appear even more mysterious in the shadows.

"Mu Han, how is it?" Feng Moxi pressed the black pearl earring on her ear and asked. It was a miniature communicator; usually worn as an accessory, it was difficult to tell it was a device.

Mu Han’s low, magnetic voice came through the earring: "OK. Tonight's mission is in the VIP building on the 81st floor of the Golden Emperor. A banquet is being held there. You just need to get your hands on the item being displayed tonight."

"Mm." Feng Moxi got out of the car and stood at the entrance of the Golden Emperor. Looking up at the floors that soared into the sky, she curled her lips into a smile. A mere bar building so many floors—were they afraid they wouldn't die fast enough?

"Xi," Mu Han called from the other end.

"Mm?" Feng Moxi handed her invitation to the receptionist at the door and walked into the Golden Emperor. The incoming lights made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

"After this last mission is over, let's get married, okay?" On the other end, Mu Han's voice was so gentle it seemed it could drip water, filled with deep anticipation. On his end, he held a royal blue diamond ring box, his fingers turning white from nervousness.

"Mm," Feng Moxi replied indifferently. She didn't have much emotion regarding such matters, and marrying Mu Han was fine; after all, he was the only person who had stayed by her side for so many years.

"Really? That's great!" Mu Han's voice sounded ecstatic, filled with boundless joy.

"Someone is coming, cut the connection." After saying this, Feng Moxi lightly pressed her earring and picked up a glass of red wine from the tray of a waiter passing by, sipping it slowly.

After drinking half the wine, she pretended to feel unwell and walked toward the restroom, then slipped into the elevator.

She swiped the card she had prepared in advance against the sensor area next to the elevator, successfully entered, and arrived at the 81st floor.

The exhibition seemed to have already begun. Feng Moxi gently pushed open the doors. She had already changed into a knee-length evening gown that was both convenient and formal, and she nimbly slipped into the crowd.

"I presume everyone has been waiting for a long time! Very well, I won't say much more. Now, let us present the ancient treasure on display today—the *Ghost Poison Record*!" The emcee's voice trembled slightly.

Feng Moxi could clearly feel everyone's breathing tighten. Her own heart couldn't help but leap with excitement. Poison was something closer to her than family; it had accompanied her since she could remember.

A black yet inexplicably pure light radiated from the stage. An ancient book made of black jade, carved with intricate patterns, came into everyone's view.

The *Ghost Poison Record*!!

*Clap.* The lights went out completely at that moment, and the entire venue fell into chaos.

Very good. Feng Moxi’s lips curled upward slightly. Her agile body wove silently through the chaotic crowd until she reached the glass display case holding the *Ghost Poison Record*. With a wave of her slender hand, she scattered the poison powder from her fingertips, and none of the security guards around the glass case survived.