One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

“Master!” Zhang Chulan’s eyes lit up, and the huge weight in his heart was instantly lifted.

Zhang Tianyi waved his hand and directly issued the task:

“I don’t like running around the streets looking for clues. You guys are smart and quick on your feet.”

"Since the clues are in Japan, let's continue digging here."

"Go check it out."

"Got it!"

Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, and Zhuge Qing immediately stood up straight.

No unnecessary words.

The three exchanged glances in mid-air and immediately reached a consensus.

Zhang Chulan excitedly grabbed the stunned Feng Baobao and ran outside.

……

Around noon.

A quiet private garden somewhere in Tokyo.

Having experienced the devastating events of the past, the Japanese team members are currently resting here.

Under the pavilion in the courtyard.

With his right arm in a cast, Abe Genji was sitting at a stone table, flipping through a document with one hand.

"Brother Yuanyi".

The wooden gate to the courtyard was pushed open, and Zhang Chulan strode in with Feng Baobao, Wang Ye, and Zhuge Qing.

Abe Genji put down the documents in his hand.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he immediately stood up and went to greet them.

Although the trip to the temple was thrilling.

But if the Chinese team hadn't held off the situation at the last moment, none of them would have survived.

Abe Genji remembered this favor very clearly.

"Brother Chu Lan, Miss Feng, Master Wang, Mr. Zhuge."

Abe Genji bowed slightly, his attitude very polite:

"Aren't you all flying back to China this afternoon? What brings you here? Please have a seat."

He invited them to sit down and immediately had hot tea served.

Zhang Chulan didn't beat around the bush; he knew that when dealing with a young master from a powerful family, being direct was the most effective way to communicate.

"Brother Yuanyi, I'm really sorry to bother you again before I leave."

Zhang Chulan took out the old photo from his inner pocket and gently pushed it in front of Abe Genji.

"This was found in the files you gave me yesterday."

"I've come today to ask you about something."

Zhang Chulan pointed to the four characters on the back of the photo:

“Brother Minamoto, your Abe family is the leader of the Yin-Yang School, with a profound foundation.”

"Have you ever heard of something called the 'God's Gable Project' that the Onmyoji Bureau carried out decades ago?"

Upon hearing this...

Abe Gen's gaze fell on the photograph, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He picked up the photo and carefully examined the formation and background in it.

I watched it for more than a minute.

Abe Genji slowly put down the photo and shook his head.

"Brother Chu Lan, to be honest..."

Abe Genji's tone was very frank, without any concealment:

“I have seen many files from previous years in the family library, but I have never heard of this name before.”

Upon hearing this answer, Zhang Chulan's shoulders slumped slightly, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Even the young master of the Abe family doesn't know?

This clue was hidden way too well!

Zhuge Qing, standing to the side, waved his fan and chimed in at the opportune moment:

“Brother Yuanyi, the array formation in this photo uses an extremely ancient soul-locking technique.”

Moreover, judging from the scale of this altar, it is definitely not something that one or two people could have managed.

This must have been a major operation directly authorized by the higher-ups of the Onmyoji Bureau back then.

"Mr. Zhuge is right."

Abe Genji nodded solemnly.

Looking at Zhang Chulan and the other two, he could deeply feel how much importance they attached to this matter.

"If I haven't heard of a plan of this caliber, there's only one possibility."

Abe Genji lowered his voice:

"It was classified as a top secret and was sealed away by the highest levels of government at the time."

Only the older generation of the family, who have been retired for many years, have access to this secret.

He stood up without the slightest hesitation.

“Brother Chu Lan, you saved my life and A-Cheng’s life. I have no choice but to do this.”

Abe Genji solemnly returned the photo to Zhang Chulan:

"Give me half a day. I'll go back to my ancestral home right now and go to the inner hall to see my grandfather and several reclusive elders."

"No matter how deeply this secret is hidden, I will definitely find out the whole story for you!"

......

Tokyo, the main residence of the Abe family.

The air inside was very stuffy.

Abe Genji knelt on the tatami mat, his hands neatly placed on his knees.

Directly in front of him.

Several highly respected elders in the family were taking turns looking at that yellowed old photograph.

More than ten minutes have passed.

The eldest uncle gently pushed the photo back in front of Yuan Yi, frowned slightly, and shook his head:

"Yuanyi, where did you get this photo?"

“We even went through the Showa-era archives in the family’s most confidential Class A files, and there was absolutely no record of this so-called ‘Project Kamigari’.”

Another elder also picked up his teacup and echoed:

"That's right. Every major ritual and formation performed by the Yin-Yang Bureau back then was meticulously documented."

Although the patterns in this photo look like our handwriting, their arrangement is extremely chaotic.

Were you scammed with fake photos?

"Elders, this photograph could not possibly be a forgery."

Yuan Yi argued his case based on reason:

"This was personally handed to me by Zhang Chulan from China. It still bears traces of developer from decades ago. If you really don't know anything about this, then there's more to it than meets the eye..."

"That's enough, Genji."

The eldest uncle raised his hand, interrupting him, his tone becoming somewhat stern:

"Since it's not in the file, it means it doesn't exist."

"Now is a turbulent time after the exchange competition. As the young master, you should not waste your energy on this headless investigation."

"Put the photos away and leave."

Faced with the elders' unquestionable order to leave.

Abe Genji gritted his teeth and silently put the photo back into his pocket.

He stood up, bowed deeply, and turned to leave the inner hall.

Walking along the corridor, the afternoon sun outside was a bit too bright.

Yuan Yi's mood plummeted.

"Even the core uncles of the family don't know..."

His brows were furrowed, and his steps seemed somewhat heavy.

He had promised Zhang Chulan that he would get to the bottom of the matter, and he couldn't bring himself to go back empty-handed.

Just as Genji was feeling utterly defeated and preparing to leave the main courtyard.

"Young Master, please wait."

A hoarse voice suddenly came from the shadows at the corner of the corridor.

Yuan Yi paused, then turned to look.

All that could be seen was a half-open sliding door.

An elderly man with a hunched back, dressed in a gray kimono, was kneeling quietly there.

The old man's face was covered with brown spots of all sizes, his left eye was tightly closed, leaving only a cloudy right eye.

He held a string of polished Buddhist prayer beads in his hand.