What evidence of wrongdoing does the Prime Heavenly Sovereign have? This request left the seated evil professionals puzzled, unable to grasp the intent. To gather evidence against the Prime Heavenly Sovereign and then report it to the Five Elements Alliance for official sanctions—doesn't that seem simpler than just locating him and eliminating him outright? Why go through all the formalities? A petite elderly lady in the crowd raised her hand and calmly remarked, "You're referring to the Prime Heavenly Sovereign who killed Li Xianzong, correct? Why collect evidence when you could simply kill him and be done with it?" The King of the Magical Eye looked over with a smile and said, "You needn't know the details—just carry it out." The lady nodded slightly and added, "Then, what kind of evidence?" A colleague from the evil professions agreed, "He killed Li Xianzong, Ou Xiangrong, and Hei Wuchang—doesn't that count as wrongdoing?" "No, no, no!" the King of the Magical Eye shook his head, beaming with a bright, cheerful smile, "This isn't misconduct. This is upholding justice and eliminating evil." The evidence I seek is—accepting bribes, abusing power, oppressing the weak, and sexually assaulting women. Any offense that violates the law, I demand. The evil forces exchanged glances, wondering if the newly appointed commander-in-chief had lost his mind. They'd always heard that evil factions committed violence and arson, but never that they gathered their enemies' crimes as evidence—what good would that do? "What is the reward?" someone asked loudly. "Twenty thousand for each piece of evidence," smiled the Mage-Emperor with a sports headband on his forehead. "Fifty thousand for particularly serious offenses." It seems the Commander-in-Chief has now turned against the Primordial Sovereign, perhaps feeling pressured by the recent incident involving Li Xianzong. But regardless of Li Xianzong's case, the evil factions have always hunted down the lawful ones—there's no reason why they wouldn't do so even without this incident. The young nurse thoughtfully raised her hand again, her tone calm and composed. "What reward would you offer if you were to kill the Primordial Sovereign outright?" "King of the Mystic Eyes shook his head: 'There's no reward. All I ask is that you gather evidence. Whether or not he dies is entirely up to me.'" ... After a full meal, Zhang Yuanqing and Xie Lingxi walked side by side to the elevator entrance, where he gracefully proposed to leave. "Lingxi, when are you returning to Scattered Province?" "What for?" Xie Lingxi said with a touch of pathos. "If I go back, I'll miss Yuanshi brother. I simply can't bear to part with him." "I plan to stay in Songhai until autumn, when the crabs are at their fattest, then return," she added. "The Xie family hosts a crab banquet every year, and my parents would love to meet you. After autumn, would you like to join me for a visit?" With that, she blushed slightly, as if inviting her suitor to meet her parents. Her tea skills are truly outstanding... Just be grateful you're only seventeen. When you dare to speak to me like this again next year, you'll see just how formidable your brother becomes. Zhang Yuanqing muttered with a sigh. As they were speaking, the phone on Zhang Yuanqing's phone rang. The caller ID displayed: Magic Aunt Xiao Yuan! Zhang Yuanqing declined to answer the call and, together with Xie Lingxi, stepped into the sedan. As the elevator descended, Xie Lingxi reached her assigned floor. She stepped out of the elevator, turned around, and waved: "Bye~" Zhang Yuanqing nodded once and closed the elevator doors. After leaving the hotel, he pulled out his phone and dialed Xiao Yuan's number. "Aunt Xiao Yuan?" "The Commander of the Army has someone looking for you—there's a bounty on your criminal evidence." What? Zhang Yuanqing was momentarily stunned. It wasn't surprising that the Commander of the Army would issue a bounty on him—after all, that was expected—but what kind of criminal evidence could there possibly be? I, a delicate, shy college student who feels embarrassed even at the mere act of passing gas in public, what could possibly constitute a crime? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head: "What's going on?" Aunt Xiao Yuan briefly recounted the re-establishment of the Black Market and the Commander of the Army's official announcement of the bounty on the lives of How could they be offering a reward for my criminal evidence? Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing recalled something, and his smile faded slowly. The Mage-Eyed King has recently been visiting Songhai. He has vertical eyes on his forehead—he's a passionate, fiery type, a die-hard idealist... Zhang Yuanqing swallowed hard, the same thought looping through his mind again and again: What now? The supreme master has issued a reward for me—please wait, urgently! Although he knew the Mage-Eyed King would surely cause trouble, he hadn't expected it so soon, nor did he anticipate it being a substantial reward instead of just "kill if encountered, leave if not." Being rewarded by such a prominent figure brought immense psychological pressure. "Aunt Xiao Yuan, I think I now know who that person is." Zhang Yuanqing said. "Who?" Xiao Yuan noticed the unusual tone in his voice and immediately furrowed her brows. "It's the Mage-Eyed King from the General Commander's Academy." "The one?" Xiao Yuan's voice sharpened slightly. Zhang Yuanqing gave a weary, almost heartbroken "yes": "I killed Li Xianzong. Now he wants to retaliate against me." "Little Yuan remained silent for a long time, her tone complex: 'You truly are a genius—your two months of experience surpasses what many others accumulate in two years.' Having just narrowly escaped Li Xianzong's hunt and managed to turn the tide, you now find yourself facing a greater threat after defeating a smaller one." "I don't know!" "I don't know?" Xiao Yuan's aunt sighed impatiently, "I've never seen Master Wuhen take the field. Besides, he can't easily step in—how many times have you seen him? You should know his condition isn't good." When the topic came up, Zhang Yuanqing became enthusiastic: "What exactly is wrong with Master Wuhen's condition?" "...You don't need to know, and you're not even qualified to." Xiao Yuan's aunt regained her cold, composed demeanor. Zhang Yuanqing then dropped the question and said politely, "Aunt Xiao Yuan, I'd like to report the black market's address to the senior management so that the elders can handle matters with Master Wuhen. What do you think?" "A poor idea!" Xiao Yuan scoffed. "First, since the Heavenly Eye King has publicly appeared there, he won't be showing up directly in the near term. He's likely operating behind the scenes—don't underestimate a Sovereign's wisdom and caution. "Second, the evil professions invited this time have already been informed by the black market side." Once King Magoey realizes the black market has been taken over, his suspects will definitely be the people present today—then I'll be in serious danger. "Last of all, how do you know Magoey isn't just fishing for an opportunity?" Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows, thinking deeply. Xiao Yuan shifted smoothly: "A surprise ambush isn't out of the question, but we'd have to wait for the right moment." The timing isn't right yet… Zhang Yuanqing said, "I see, Aunt Xiao Yuan. How's the situation with the clan affairs?" Xiao Yuan hesitated slightly: "Let me think some more. Honestly, I'm not very enthusiastic about it, and Master Wuhen also doesn't want our relationship to be too close." Master Wuhen disagrees? Ah, such high-level figures aren't easy to please—yet if we can win them over, there'll be solid backing in the future. After thanking her, Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone. … At Wuhen Hotel. Xiao Yuan parked the car at the designated spot outside the hotel and pulled out her keys, unlocking the U-shaped lock. After entering the dressing room behind the counter, she removed her business attire and pants. There was a full-length mirror in the dressing room, reflecting her full, curvaceous figure in a black lace bra. Her waist was slender, her hips full and rounded, her legs long and smooth, the bra cups accentuating deep, creamy crevices. Combined with her cool, refined features, she was undoubtedly captivating—any man still interested in women would be drawn to her. Yet Ms. Xiao Yuan paid no attention, didn’t even glance at the mirror, efficiently changed into the uniform of a hotel staff member, and only then turned to look at it, straightening her collar. Xiao Yuan glanced around, noticing a water bottle pressing a sticky note on the small table by the window. She walked steadily to the table, picked up the note, and read the neat handwriting: "Xiao Yuan, I'm going to Songshan to seek justice. Don't look for me, don't stop me. This time, I'll be well-prepared—I'm not going to die." "Such a blind thing..." Xiao Yuan's chest heaved vigorously. After taking several deep breaths, she finally suppressed her rising anger and concern. "Over the years, six people have already been pushed to their deaths—still pressuring female students who can't repay their loans to take on clients... Well, I'll just leave that part out." Zhang Yuqing frowned, saying, "Just report it upward—what's there to be troubled about?" Chen Yuanjun glanced at him but said nothing. "You've reported it, yet it hasn't done any good, right?" Their somewhat reserved grandfather chuckled. Chen Yuanjun nodded: "My grandfather has done this before. He reported cases, but failed, and even faced subtle setbacks from his superiors." Zhang Yuqing recalled something—there was indeed such a case. Back then, he was still young and didn't fully grasp the details, only remembering that one time, his grandfather broke into a rage at home, shattering dishes several times. The grandfather said calmly: "What Yuanjun mentioned may be the mildest cases. There must be many more serious ones behind the scenes. The reports fail because of multiple interest exchanges—just get used to it." "Uncle's tone was calm, but in the last four words, Zhang Yuanqing heard a sense of weariness and resignation. Having spent half his life at the Public Security Bureau, Uncle was the most familiar with its inner workings. 'Brother, what's the official name of the bureau director?' Zhang Yuanqing asked casually. 'Zhou Yan.' 'Oh.' He quietly lowered his head to eat, making a mental note of the name. Though the Five Elements Alliance and the Public Security Bureau operated under separate power structures and were largely autonomous, he believed it would be nearly impossible to pursue an official investigation into Director Zhou. He could, however, leverage the abilities of a Spirit Realm Traveler to conduct covert investigations and gather evidence. Unfortunately, recently he had been confined to staying at home, unable to go to the office. After dinner, his uncle came to knock at the door, as always dressed with flair, like a night club host. 'Yuanzi, come here for a moment.' "Uncle invited his nephew to sit at the dining table, then pulled out his leather wallet and produced a crisp, red-hued one-thousand-yuan bill: 'This is from Auntie. I have no idea what came over her—suddenly she said she wanted to treat you better, and even claimed it was my idea. Strange, because I never said anything like that.'" "Thank you, Uncle!" Zhang Yuanqing happily accepted, pretending not to hear the second half of Uncle's remark. Uncle beamed and said, "Now, let's go over to my place and dance—oh, by the way, I'm not sure if I'm mistaken, but lately I've been feeling like my money keeps disappearing. It's not enough anymore." Uncle is truly a sweet, naive man—still hasn't noticed that his wallet is being drained every day. Zhang Yuanqing felt both embarrassed and quietly mocked him. "So, take the money from Auntie and lend Uncle five hundred," Uncle enthusiastically patted his nephew on the shoulder. "After all, I've raised you from the ground up—how much that must have cost me!" "No," Zhang Yuanqing coldly declined, firmly protecting his own money. Uncle glanced at him, "You've already borrowed it." Already borrowed? Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, suddenly realizing—was it 1,500 from Auntie? How could Uncle have already cheated me out of 500? Uncle nodded satisfiedly, patting his nephew on the shoulder, "Don't look like that. I'll return it next month. I'm off now—come by sometime to refine your dance skills." No need to repay at all—my son will settle this debt and make you pay for it in full, Zhang Yuanqing thought, gritting his teeth. Watching Uncle leave, Zhang Yuanqing walked to his aunt's bedroom, knocked gently twice, and said, "Aunt, would you like to come over and play games tonight?" "Of course!" his aunt replied in a sweet voice. Grandma, washing dishes in the kitchen, peered out, glared at the grandson, then called out toward the daughter's room, "Yu'er, why don't you bring Mom along too?" "Oh?" Auntie exclaimed, surprised, "Mom doesn't even know how to play games..." Grandma scoffed, "You play games—while I play Suddenly, silence fell in the room. Zhang Yuanqing silently turned and walked away. Back in his bedroom, he lay down on the bed, thinking about how to deal with the King of the Mystic Eye. "Just letting the King of the Mystic Eye stay in Songhai seems rather risky. I always feel uneasy—like he'll show up any moment to take over everything." Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his temples, feeling a bit stressed. With a powerful Sovereign now watching over him, a sense of insecurity was inevitable. Though Songhai had a large population, it wasn't impossible that something unexpected would happen. After all, who knew what kind of moves the Sovereign might make? "The only chance for a preemptive strike is when the King of the Mystic Eye appears at the Black Market—when the five elders rush in together and combine their strength to kill him. With the mad Master of the Stopping Palace joining in, it should be no problem to eliminate one of the six Sovereigns. If that fails, I'll borrow the Dream Jade Scroll from the young green tea lady, and summon Master Wuhen. Then, the King of the Mystic Eye simply won't die—there's simply no reason for that to happen." I need to first reach out to the five elders in advance, draft a detailed plan, and then simply wait for opportunities—this matter can be handled by Fu Qingyang. "Ah, what a pity! The dangers within the realm are already overwhelming, but even back in the real world, I feel like I'm walking on thin ice. Being well-known isn't always a blessing—it makes one a prime target for those with ill intentions." ... Puning District. Deep night, gentle breeze. A young man wearing a sports headband ascends the stairs of a run-down residential building, reaching the fifth floor, and knocks on the weathered security door. "Who are you?" Inside, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a serious expression asks. The Mage-Eye King smiles. "You're the one who reported Ms. Zhou Yan's corruption—alleging that she accepted bribes and acted as a protective shield for the lending interests, exerting control and squeezing out students and community members, totaling dozens of individuals, isn't that right? Additionally, she has used her position for personal gain, giving special treatment to her spouse and relatives, facilitating the sale of projects, and illegally profiting in the hundreds of millions." The middle-aged man's face changed instantly as he slammed the door shut, but halfway through, it was caught by a foot. "You! What do you want? I'm telling you, everyone from the neighborhood is here—don't make a move!" he cried out, his face filled with fear, anger, and humiliation. "My legs were broken by you—what more can I do? If you so much as touch me, I'll fight you to the death." He showed the last spark of determination of a common man. The Mago-king smiled calmly, "I'm gathering evidence of Zhou Yan's crimes. If you don't mind, let's go inside and talk."