Dr. Sun is about forty, with fine frown lines around his eyes, exuding a calm demeanor that blends the steadiness of a physician with that of an academic. His smile is particularly warm and approachable. Seeing Zhang Yuanqing's wide-eyed astonishment, he smiled gently and said: "Preferences and aversions are the most revealing of a person's mental state. One's personality often manifests itself through their habits, and sexual orientation and intimacy preferences carry more weight than ordinary likes and dislikes. "You needn't feel embarrassed. Physicians have parents' hearts—when I ask patients about matters they find deeply shameful, I've often heard them share responses that are even more difficult to articulate. In our eyes, all beings are equal." In your eyes, however, all beings are merely a lump of meaningless flesh... Zhang Yuanqing silently muttered under his breath, recalling his aunt's lively descriptions of the anatomy lectures she'd given during her medical studies. He had nearly choked on his own words, yet his aunt remained as composed as a seasoned dog. If the influence is from props or abilities, Zhang Yuanqing can transfer it onto the small, lively one. But a scout capable of reading people's minds essentially possesses lie-detection skills—not the ability to impose a force upon the target. Therefore, the spirit servant is powerless. Zhang Yuanqing can only patiently answer the questions: "For action films, I usually watch them—after all, adults all have seen some. But now it's harder to find films. To broaden my exposure, I've joined many gaming groups." Doctor Sun crossed her hands and nodded: "That's quite normal—I was particularly enthusiastic about these things when I was younger." "Oh? So now it's because of aging?" Zhang Yuanqing smiled. "No, I now have a wife—she's very beautiful, with excellent figure, and I truly love her." Doctor Sun also smiled. … Zhang Yuanqing felt himself being gently mocked. He then answered the follow-up questions: "I usually don't watch films that are paired with black-and-white cinematography. I prefer films from the 'Kimchi Country' or those made by couples who have a solid, comfortable lifestyle. Compared to black-and-white pairings, the 'day-to-day' couples truly know how to craft compelling stories—just by looking at the film's title, you can immediately feel a connection. As for the actresses' age, there aren't many specific requirements—just that they're adults." Dr. Sun nodded slowly. "Women across different life stages enjoy them—this makes perfect sense." "Exactly. Men aren't as picky—just that they're attractive and physically fit, which is quite straightforward." Zhang Yuanqing spoke confidently, regaining his outgoing personality: "I always watch films in fast-forward mode. How could one possibly sit through a film without fast-forwarding? During film screenings, I generally don't seek out my girlfriends—usually they're the ones who come to me. In fact, I find it rather uncomfortable." Dr. Sun was surprised: "They? Well, given your status and position, having a number of female companions is quite normal." "No," Zhang Yuanqing clarified, Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand and answered honestly, "In fact, I don't have a girlfriend." Dr. Sun's eyes lit up instantly, her expression brightened, and she quickly followed up, "Why not? You don't seem to be an introverted person." Zhang Yuanqing scratched his head. "In the past, I always found girls to be quite bothersome; I didn't think they were worth the time and effort I'd have to invest in them." "What about now?" "Now, I've met a few who are worth spending time and effort on—yet, eventually, that feeling fades away." "Why?" "..." "Just now, I mentioned that all beings are equal. I'm not only in charge of the operations, but also a professional psychologist, rigorously trained. Any answer you give me will not trigger any unusual emotions in me, nor will I look at you differently." "Later on, I realized—perhaps the female pig is actually better." "..." Dr. Sun was completely stunned, never expecting such a response. How could the esteemed, seedling-level prodigy, the Prime Original Heavenly Sovereign, have such a twisted sexual preference? What must have distorted his perception—childhood sexual abuse? His first love's infidelity? Some eccentric habits of his parents? For a moment, Dr. Sun's eyes held both pity and caution. Undoubtedly, this was a psychological disorder, and such disorders undoubtedly posed a significant risk. Having practiced medicine for many years, encountering patients this profoundly unconventional was truly rare. "Hmph! Hmph!" Zhang Yuanqing exclaimed in frustration, "You still claim you don't look at people with unusual eyes?" Dr. Sun felt momentarily embarrassed. Zhang Yuanqing shrugged, "In fact, this is the price of the prop. Since I've stopped relying on that prop, my sexual orientation has gradually returned to normal. And recently, I've been actively flirting with the female colleagues in my department, slowly rekindling the masculine drive within me." "Dr. Sun exhaled in relief and said, 'Good. Let's move on to the next question—tell me about your family situation. No need to mention names or addresses, nor even your occupation. A simple overview will do.' 'I live with my grandparents, and also have a younger aunt. My uncles and their spouses, along with my cousin, live across the street. My father passed away quite early. My mother felt it would be difficult to remarry while raising me, and she was also afraid that my stepfather wouldn't treat me well. So, she decided to raise me on her own. The way she raised me was to send me off to live with my grandparents, while she worked hard outside the home, earning money—she didn't pay much attention to me, only sending money periodically. When I went to see her for parent-teacher conferences, she always said, 'Go see my uncle instead.' She was busy with work and needed to earn money...' Dr. Sun listened patiently, then suddenly asked, 'Do you resent her?' 'Not at all!' 'You're lying.' '...I don't really resent her, but I do have some grievances.' Dr. Sun nodded, and then "Yes, I like to sit at the alley entrance, drop a piece of less-favorite fatty meat, and watch the ants gather in groups to carry it off—only to have me urinate on them just when they're about to succeed. There are also grasshoppers, frogs, dragonflies, and so on." "What about cats and dogs?" "None of those." Dr. Sun studied him for a few seconds, then moved to the final question: "Once I've asked this question, our conversation will come to an end. Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun, what is your view of evil professions?" Zhang Yuanqing paused in his wording: "Contempt and pity." Dr. Sun raised an eyebrow sharply: "Pity?" Zhang Yuan Qing nodded: "I am the Night-Wanderer God, and I've witnessed the pasts of many evil professions. Their psychological distortions often begin in childhood, while a smaller number develop a sense of disillusionment and eventually become criminals after encountering too much injustice in society. A philosopher once said that for every demon born among humans, there are countless others surrounding him." "The evil occupation is the demon itself, and the one who forces it into this path is an invisible demon. I believe every sin is the fire of human nature. Now that networks are so advanced, perhaps the birth of demons isn't only due to persecution from those around them, but also from demons across the five lakes and four seas. Therefore, I pity them—but this doesn't prevent me from, whenever I encounter them, conveniently purifying their sins." Dr. Sun fell into thoughtful reflection. After a while, he remarked: "You're a thoughtful person. I've seen many newcomers to the spiritual realm, who hold a simple and uniform view of evil occupations—seeing them as criminals, as a fall from human nature, as the origin of danger, and as enemies that must be eradicated. Of course, that's correct, but few take the time to reflect on the reasons behind the emergence of evil occupations and draw meaningful insights from it." Zhang Yuanqing smiled: "Perhaps they aren't unthinking—they just don't feel like thinking, or aren't motivated to." He began to reflect on these matters for two reasons: first, because he had encountered the vocation of being a father—a role fraught with guilt and adversity—and second, because after receiving spiritual insights from the night-wanderer deity, who absorbed the memories of the spirits, he developed a profound sense of identification. Human joys and sorrows are inherently unshared; what may appear as mere comedy to you in others' suffering only becomes meaningful when you truly experience it firsthand. It is precisely this role of the night-wanderer that provided Zhang Yuanqing with the conditions to begin contemplating such matters. "My questions are complete!" Dr. Sun smiled and nodded. "Thank you for your cooperation—you may now leave." After Zhang Yuanqing had stepped out and the door to the consultation room was closed, Dr. Sun rolled her chair forward using the wheels beneath the seat and positioned herself in front of the computer screen. She first checked the box for "Spiritual Assessment under the Yuan-Shi Tian-Zun." Then, she added a note: "Normal mental state, strong sense of justice. Likely influenced by family dynamics; habitually masks her inner solitude and depth with an outwardly cheerful and energetic demeanor. A spiritualist; at this stage, we recommend Idealists are more accustomed to upholding internal justice rather than external order. In simple terms, when faced with procedural justice and distributive justice, they tend to favor the latter. Distributive justice actually resonates more readily with the general public, yet for enforcement professionals, procedural justice remains paramount. Zhang Yuanqing felt a jolt in his heart: "Are these not standard, fixed questions?" Team Two: "No!" Good heavens! Can I take back what I just said? Zhang Yuanqing suppressed the rising embarrassment, suddenly realizing: "It must be because they see me as young, handsome, and distinguished—so they've asked these questions. Ha! Ha! Ha!" What a thick skin you truly have! Team Two members thought to themselves. Guan Ya enthusiastically asked, "Then how did you answer?" Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her: "I said I don't like watching films—I prefer to be like Guan Yu." Guan Ya: "...” Zhang Yuanqing sat down beside the elder Si Ji and waited silently. Leaning back against the chair, he closed his eyes and pondered. The Hǔ Fú is a rule-based artifact, of the highest caliber—making it difficult to feign anything before it. Otherwise, Master Wúhén wouldn't have responded as he did. The purpose of bringing out the Hǔ Fú during this comprehensive health check is to identify official travelers within the Songhai branch who have been secretly bought off and controlled by the Night Therefore, the questions I'll be asked later will definitely revolve around the evil professions and the Night Rose. Yet I myself belong to neither. If I must mention any flaw, it's that I've had brief, incidental interactions with certain outliers among the evil professions—like Xiao Yuan and Wuzhen—though Xie Lingxi can vouch that this was entirely accidental. As an A-level merit holder, such a minor matter would at most result in a formal reprimand or warning, and certainly not a serious issue, especially since Fu Qingyang is my superior. Regarding the matter of the Magus Heir, it's primarily the Taiyuan Sect investigating it; the Wu Xing Alliance isn't particularly eager to pursue it, so they're unlikely to inquire further. Zhang Yuanqing silently analyzed the situation and concluded that everything would be fine. About half an hour later, the members of the second team sequentially completed the trial of the Tiger Seal. When Wang Tai stepped out, Zhang Yuanqing naturally made his way toward the consultation room at the far end of the corridor. The consultation room was spacious but simply laid out—offering a desk by the window, behind which sat Fu Qingyang in a white business suit, his hair neatly tied in a stylish "Sit down, you're the last one—don't waste time." Fu Qingyang raised his hand in gesture. Zhang Yuanqing nodded and took his seat. Fu Qingyang extended his right hand into the air, drawing forth a bronze tiger about the size of a palm, poised with its head raised and roaring. The tiger's head, back, and tail formed a smooth, flowing curve. "Roar~" A soul-refreshing roar reached Zhang Yuanqing's ears. His pupils suddenly widened, and in the depths of his consciousness, he saw a long, elegant white tiger lying on its side, majestic and imposing, with stern, piercing eyes. An unprecedented sense of pressure and fear surged through him. Zhang Yuanqing's face turned pale, his hands and legs spasming, his body uncontrollably trembling. This was truly a high-tier rule-based artifact? He felt his very soul trembling, as if standing at the edge of a deep chasm. Fu Qingyang held the tiger talisman firmly, his presence now solemn and lofty, like a general commanding a hundred thousand troops, and slowly spoke: "Yuan Shi, aren't you the hidden seed of the Night Rose?" As soon as the words fell, Zhang Yuanqing "saw" the white tiger with golden eyes in his spiritual realm, its dignified gaze scrutinizing him—seeming to be ready to pounce and tear him into fragments the moment he lied. Zhang Yuanqing's lips trembled slightly: "Not... not that." Fu Qingyang waited a few seconds, seeing no signs of disturbance, then nodded gently and asked his second question: "Have you had private interactions with those of the evil professions?" "The circumstances are as follows—Xie Lingxi of the Xie family can vouch for this, and furthermore, I haven't had much interaction with them." All of this is true, though I've subtly reframed our lack of contact as merely having "limited overlap." Under the weight of the tiger's seal, he couldn't speak, but the art of careful word choice wasn't within the scope of the artifact's power. As long as Fu Qingyang didn't press for perfection, he was confident this issue would pass without causing any significant discomfort or lasting consequences. Fu Qingyang offered a cold, concise assessment: "I'll relay this to the Dog Elder. As for his stance on the matter, you'll have to rely on fate." The tone was less than favorable, yet he brushed it off lightly. "My final question—this was entrusted to me by the Taiyuan Sect." Fu Qingyang straightened his posture and said, "Are you a descendant of the Magus King?" Zhang Yuanqing's face turned as pale as paper.