Yu Jing sat in the rear courtyard, sipping tea. Half an hour later, a one-eyed man in black placed three envelopes of different thicknesses on the stone table.
"Sir, the information you wish to inquire about concerns a 'living thing.' We currently offer three levels of intelligence. We won't charge anything for the most basic information, since news like that spreads through every street and alley, and many people already know it.
"The second level is professional intelligence, valued at fifty thousand Netherworld Currency. You may take it with you after payment. The third level is top-secret intelligence, valued at nine hundred thousand Netherworld Currency. You must read it here, and we will destroy it on the spot."
"Is the difference really that big?"
"Of course. Written information has always played an important role in society. Sometimes a single piece of information can determine the rise or fall of an entire nation. The price I'm offering you is already our premium VIP rate."
"Fine. Give me the top-secret intelligence."
Yu Jing paid nine hundred thousand Netherworld Currency, and the man in black took away the other two envelopes.
"Sir, you have five minutes to read it. Once the time is up, I'll burn the intelligence on the spot."
When Yu Jing opened the envelope, a sheet of white paper covered in writing and a full-body portrait drawn by a master artist slid out.
The title read: Black Hair Demon—Huang Ren.
Born in the 217th year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, an adventurer party traveling to the Wilds completed a mission in the four-star danger-level area known as the 'Hair Cave.' By chance, they discovered a human infant deep inside the nest of a black-haired Xenomorph.
After discussing the matter, the adventurers decided to bring the abandoned infant back to the