"Are you from the Public Security Bureau or the Disciplinary Committee?" Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's caution and hostility slightly eased, and he scrutinized the visitor with a mixture of suspicion. A flash of red light passed through the King of the Mystic Eye's gaze, and he smiled, saying, "Whatever you believe to be true, shall be true." His words seemed to carry an inherent, convincing strength. The middle-aged man's eyes momentarily grew vacant, then brightened with relief, and promptly cleared a path into the room, exclaiming, "It's indeed a Disciplinary Committee representative! Come in, come in—finally you've arrived!" The King of the Mystic Eye nodded with composed grace, then sat down on the sofa in the living room. He casually surveyed the room's layout—simple and modest, with furnishings that appeared both plain and inexpensive. At first glance, there was little to suggest anything valuable, let alone smart home technology. "I've reviewed your submitted documents, but now I'd like to hear you recount them once again, to ensure nothing has been missed," he said, taking the disposable cup offered by the middle-aged man and sipping at his tea. In fact, he learned about this through his subordinates in the black market. The very first thing King Magoth did upon arriving in Songhai was to order his lay members stationed there to gather information on corruption—regardless of rank or position—though the incidents had to be significant. If killing is the addiction of the seductive spirits, then this is King Magoth's addiction. Should he fail to kill corrupt officials or ruthless villains who dominate men and oppress women over an extended period, he would lose control of his inner drive to destroy the world, ultimately becoming a mere machine of mindless slaughter. "Understood," the middle-aged man replied. "Many of the so-called 'financial companies' in Puning District are actually engaged in high-interest lending, all protected by Zhou Yan, the Director of the Public Security Bureau of Kangyang District. Different-sized financial companies target distinct groups. Larger, more capital-intensive firms lend to small and medium-sized enterprises, while smaller firms focus on individuals with assets. Moreover, these are not ordinary lending platforms. They open casinos, lure people in to gamble, set up "pig-butcher" schemes—every single person who comes in ends up wiping out their entire family fortune. Then they extend loans to the company. To ensure the money they lend out is recovered, these financial institutions have cultivated numerous enforcers who go door to door every day collecting debts, filing complaints, and even making noise at the borrowers' homes. Even when they file police reports, it's often ineffective—because someone above has backing, the borrowers are typically released after a few days, only to be pursued again. This continues until the borrowers are forced to sell their homes or even commit suicide. Indeed, there's a well-known saying within their circles: "When the person dies, the debt is cleared." "My son was pushed to death exactly like this. He was a student in the business school, lured into a casino and then trapped there. The gambling brought in quick profits—great ups and downs—and once he tasted the rewards, he could no longer live a steady, normal life. I heard from my son that certain financial firms specifically target university students. Many of my classmates have fallen victim to this, including female students. Oh, and behind the scenes, these firms organize private sales of silver, effectively controlling many female students who are now in debt." The Mago-king listened quietly, occasionally nodding, sipping his tea now and then. Without realizing it, the entire cup had been finished. Only then did he rise and say, "I've received your feedback. Thank you for your cooperation." The middle-aged man was taken aback, urgently responding, "Wait—hold on! I still haven't given you all my evidence. I'll go get it right away..." He then walked slowly, limping toward the bedroom. When he returned with the evidence, he found the young man already gone. "Another one who just went through the motions!" The middle-aged man swung a furious punch at the wall, then froze—he realized then that the young man had not only failed to identify himself, nor had he acknowledged being an official. How could he have let a stranger enter the house and spent so much time talking to him? That afternoon, Zhang Yuanqing was chatting with his elder colleague, Lady Guan, via message. Zhang Yuanqing: "Has your workplace been fine lately? Have you been followed? Should we just skip work and go hide at Fu Qingyang's villa for a while?" Guan Ya: "Do you know how to kill the Sovereign with the least cost?" Zhang Yuanqing: "By gathering five elders and using numbers to overwhelm?" Guan Ya: "By systematically erasing the Sovereign's moral standing, making the spiritual realm reveal his real-time location and issuing a city-wide manhunt." Zhang Yuanqing: "What exactly is the method of execution?" "Guan Ya: 'It's quite simple. I implant a device inside my body that explodes—or releases toxic gas—upon my death. Then, while I'm in the midst of a bustling city, whenever King Mago kills me, a group of ordinary civilians will accompany me in death. According to the moral credit penalty system, he will bear most of the responsibility and have his moral credits deducted.' Zhang Yuanqing: 'Wow, really? What's the underlying logic behind this?' He's not deeply familiar with the moral credit penalty mechanism, only knowing that killing someone deducts 10 points, theft or robbery deducts less than 10, and significant casualties incur additional penalties. Guan Ya replies: 'It's straightforward. Carrying flammable or explosive materials is my right. As long as I don't use them to kill people, my moral credits remain intact. And as long as I die before the explosion, my moral credits won't be deducted, because the explosion occurs after my death—thus, the deceased are not part of the penalty group.'" "Of course, we must ensure the explosion is 'passive'—it only activates because the King of the Magic Eyes kills you. If you deliberately trigger the explosion before dying, then it has nothing to do with the King of the Magic Eyes." Zhang Yuanqing had roughly understood. In essence, it involves applying a buff through an item or other means that causes a large explosion upon death, incorporating both subjective and objective elements. For instance, the red dancing shoes are an item that instantly explodes upon the owner's death—this is an inherent property of the item, objective and unchangeable. Therefore, when the King of the Magic Eyes kills him, the red dancing shoes explode, resulting in the death of an innocent person and thus deducting moral points from the King of the Magic Eyes. Conversely, if Zhang Yuanqing had tied a time bomb to himself, intending to die alongside the King of the Magic Eyes, and the explosion instead killed ordinary bystanders, then this incident bears no relation to the King of the Magic Eyes—it is entirely the responsibility of the Primordial Emperor of Heaven. Zhang Yuanqing: "So what now?" "Guan Ya: 'The Dog Elder distributed 'Explosion Bloom' seeds to our second team members. Once their hearts stop beating, the seeds explode with the force equivalent to ten high-explosive hand grenades. Of course, this measure is primarily used for intimidation and self-protection—it's a last resort.' The 'Explosion Bloom' seeds are a real plant species in the spiritual realm. The explosion occurs upon the host's death, and this is entirely objective—unrelated to the host's intentions. The host does not harbor any subjective intent to harm. Zhang Yuanqing: 'I always feel the moral standards are rather subjective. Isn't this clever move the Dog Elder's idea?' Guan Ya: 'It's a rule developed over several generations of spiritual realm travelers through practical experience. Even the more villainous professions are aware of it.' Zhang Yuanqing: 'The Dog Elder doesn't treat me as a son—he's used my beloved Guan Ya sister as a pawn. I'm going to find him and demand justice.' A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing: 'Hm, why aren't you speaking?' Guan Ya: 'I'm waiting for you to fetch justice for me.' Zhang Yuanqing: '...I'll make sure "Guan Ya: "Right, Yuan Shi—have you joined Fu Qingyang's White Guard?" Zhang Yuanqing: "Fu, the hundred-year captain, has pleaded with me repeatedly, stating that if the White Guard loses a talent like me, it will merely become an ordinary, unremarkable faction. He hopes I'll join him to revitalize the White Guard's prestige and achieve lasting fame." Guan Ya: "I've forwarded this to Fu Qingyang." Zhang Yuanqing: "Sister, we can talk this over." Guan Ya: "I have something else coming up, so I won't waste time with you. Here's the thing—the June event is a major combat instance, set to begin around mid-June, giving us about a month's lead. According to the Five Elements Alliance's tradition, in early June, the headquarters hosts tournaments and trials, inviting transcendent and sage-level masters to participate. This serves two purposes: first, to identify future talent to cultivate, and second, to build anticipation for the large-scale combat instance. Given your reputation and qualifications, you're certain to be involved." Look back and check the materials—there are still quite a few extraordinary-tier strong contenders from the Five Elements Alliance. Hmm, I'm not sure yet whether Taimei will participate this year. Zhang Yuanqing: "Is there a reward for first place?" Guan Ya: "Yes, there is—collective merit points, money, and equipment. That's been the case in past years, though sometimes it changes depending on headquarters' announcements. Right now, we're still in the early stages of discussion." Zhang Yuanqing: "Got it. Remember to follow up on the Zhou Yan matter I asked you to investigate." Guan Ya: "Of course, I'll definitely feed this information back to the Public Security Bureau system. But don't hold your breath—Zhou Yan's level of official is quite high. Only a political defeat can bring her down; ordinary complaints usually don't make much impact." They chatted a bit more before Guan Ya left for her duties, and only then did Zhang Yuanqing put down his phone, lazily stretching out on the bed. Thanks to King Mago's presence, he hasn't had to go to the office these days—his schedule has effectively become that of a student. He now spends time practicing combat alone, accompanying his uncle in awkward dance routines, and playing games with his aunt, all in a continuous cycle. In between, whenever he has a moment, he chats with Guan Ya, showcasing to the elder, Lady Si Ji, the growing refinement of his driving skills. Night Yūshin is positioned as both a marksman and a "spirit summoner"—this is crucial and must not be overlooked. The third point, as just mentioned by Guan Ya, is the official arena tournament. If one achieves a strong ranking or receives a reward, their success rate in solo dungeons will significantly improve. The fourth point: large-scale slaughter dungeons! Whether one becomes a true strong contender among the Spirit Travelers will be decided by mid-year. Those who attain the Saint Realm become the backbone of major organizations—becoming a Saint signifies true strength. … At night, the sky deepens into darkness. After sunset, the previously scorching air finally cools slightly. On the rooftop of an aging residential building, a young man wearing a sports headband stands at the edge of the railing, gazing at the city's dazzling lights. Behind him, a middle-aged woman in a well-dressed business suit sits slumped, embodying the image of a corporate professional. "Young man, you should know my identity regardless of your purpose—we can certainly talk. If you have any demands, I'll do my best to meet them." Zhou Yan maintained the composure and calm befitting a leader. That afternoon, after finishing work and returning to her residential complex, parking her car, she was knocked unconscious by a assailant hidden in the garage. When she awoke, she found herself on this unfamiliar rooftop, with only this young man beside her. After a brief period of shock, Zhou Yan calmed down, gently probing into the stranger's identity, the motive behind the kidnapping, and the possibility of negotiation. The King of the Mystic Eye turned to look at her: "You're Zhou Yan, the Director of the Kangyang District Public Security Office, correct?" Zhou Yan spoke with a warm, courteous tone: "Whatever you need, just let me know. As a public servant, the people's matters are my own." The King of the Mystic Eye beamed: "With those words, I feel confident." He then stepped forward, walking to Zhou Yan's side and dragging her toward the edge of the rooftop. Zhou Yan looked down at the ground, feeling a wave of dizziness sweeping through her. Finally, her face turned pale with fear, and her voice trembled as she said, "What do you intend to do? Don't be hasty—what I've just said, I'll do my best to accommodate you. Truly, being hasty won't solve anything." The King of the Mystic Eyes remained unmoved, speaking calmly, "I'm the last person who likes to punish without explanation. There have been complaints that you've been acting as part of a powerful criminal network..." With a warm, composed smile, he listed off the charges one by one, then, in Zhou Yan's growing fear, lifted her up and carried her out onto the rooftop. The high-ranking woman now had a pale, paper-white complexion, desperately pleading, one hand tightly clutching the King of the Mystic Eyes' arm while the other reached for the railing, her whole body trembling with fear. The King of the Mystic Eyes chuckled, saying, "The people don't need you to serve them—they only want you to die!" Then, he loosened his grip and let Zhou Yan fall off the rooftop. The Heavenly Mage of the Mysterious Eye didn't even glance down, but instead gazed upon the bustling metropolis, murmuring, "It's time to attend to business. Let me see how many Journeyers of the Spiritual Realms are present in this area." As he removed his headgear, revealing the vertical eye on his forehead, the iris of this eye was a deep crimson, with a golden-red pupil, radiating coldness, fury, and madness. The Eye of Enchantment! This is the Mysterious Eye born when the skill of "Enchantment" reaches its peak mastery and is refined to its utmost perfection. Journeyers of the Spiritual Realms below the Rank of Sovereign are struck mentally or even driven mad and die upon mere eye contact with this Eye. Even Journeyers of the Elder Rank are susceptible. Due to its overwhelming power, this Mysterious Eye is usually sealed with special artifacts; otherwise, wherever the Heavenly Mage of the Mysterious Eye passes, all living beings fall into madness. Moreover, this Eye can detect the presence of Spiritual Realms' aura, identifying hidden champions among the vast crowd. That very day in the Northern Region, he used this very ability to locate the Master of the Halt of Death The drawback is that this method is only slightly better than randomly searching the entire area—workload is enormous, and if one accidentally scans a senior-level figure, it's easy to draw suspicion. The golden-red irises tremor violently, and a streak of bloodlight invisible to ordinary eyes suddenly shoots out, silently piercing through the steel and concrete buildings, sweeping across the surrounding area like searchlights. Soon, the Mage-Eye Emperor spots a spiritual realm traveler and locks onto his first target.