How could someone so healthy pass away like this? In such a strange, haunting way… Zhang Yuanqing stood in shock, still processing what had happened. Fu Qingyang, on the other hand, remained calm and composed. He pulled out his access card, opened the iron gate, and spoke with steady confidence: "Go check if there's any residual spirit energy left." "Right, right…" Zhang Yuanqing regained his composure, setting aside his astonishment, and hurried into the cell, stopping by the bedside. A thick, dark liquid surged into his eyes, spreading over the sclera, as he examined the surroundings for a moment before shaking his head. "No spirit energy remains. Chìyuè An's soul has completely dispersed—she died in a very clean, peaceful manner." As the energy within his eyes receded, his vision returned to normal. Fu Qingyang paused thoughtfully. "The witch-guerrilla's incantation technique can remotely annihilate a saint. The practitioner must be of high rank. Moreover, they likely possess Chìyuè An's birth chart and biological materials—blood, flesh, hair—each carrying DNA information." So, the witch-guerrilla's technique—what No. If it were like that, he would have been identified during the comprehensive health check-up. The one capable of curse-killing might not necessarily be a Wugui master—perhaps someone using props and tools instead. Zhang Yuanqing said solemnly, "Is curse-killing a form of curse? Is it a skill at the Saint level of a Wugui master?" Indeed, the Wugui master profession was not unfamiliar to him—from the concept of "Heaven's Injustice" to Hei Wuxiang, all the way to the bosses in Yin-Yang Town, they were all Wugui masters. Yet this ability to remotely curse and strike from a distance was something he had never seen before, and it felt rather eerie. Fu Qingyang calmly folded away the wooden manacles and chains, explaining, "Curse-killing is a type of curse—indeed, in a sense, this is the true essence of a curse and genuine magic. Among the three evil professions, Wugui masters are known for their subtle, insidious nature. Often, they do not engage in direct combat but instead poison their targets or gather information—such as birth charts, DNA samples, or photographs—then set up rituals to remotely curse and drain "Among these, DNA is the most crucial—once secured by a witch-guerrilla, the person is almost certain to die! Only a few specific abilities can counteract this." So it seems, I've never actually witnessed a true witch-guerrilla in action. From now on, I must carefully preserve my own DNA—women with unclear origins should be avoided, for DNA isn't merely cellular tissue. Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, shifted his focus back to the matter at hand, and sighed regretfully, "I should have simply killed Wan Ling right away." "There's no need to regret what has already happened. In fact, by choosing to kill and eliminate her, the other party has already admitted their intentions." Fu Qingyang remarked. He always maintained a calm, composed demeanor, unshaken even in the face of sudden upheavals, and possessed an unshakeable confidence in all matters. "Indeed, she is the former wife of Chi Yue An, isn't she?" Zhang Yuanqing said, his tone steady. "Most likely," Fu Qingyang replied, "though Chi Yue An has already passed away, making her case effectively unprovable. Moreover, she isn't a member of the Five Elements Alliance, so "He turned his head to look at his trusted aide, shook his head gently, and sighed, 'I've heard that the elderly lady from the Zhu family is quite tenacious—she lost her first husband to you, and her financial interests were ruined. It's hard to guarantee she won't retaliate against you. Still, I believe you're already burdened with more debts than you can manage.'" Zhang Yuanqing recalled the pitiful state of Chimei An's death, and was deeply alarmed: "Major, the powerful rivals and factions I've encountered—these are all forces that have been supporting our organization. The organization should be accountable to me, not mocking me." Fu Qingyang replied calmly, "The curse spell requires a medium. Just ensure your DNA is well-maintained, and there's nothing to fear—unless she personally comes to you demanding your hair?" Zhang Yuanqing said, "I'm afraid the old lady might seduce me." Fu Qingyang thought for a moment and added, "I'll warn her. This matter isn't concluded yet. We'll settle with her later when the time is right. We still need to verify—what if it's not her at all?" Zhang Yuanqing nodded. As long as the suspect was identified That is what is meant by justice may be late, but it will never fail to arrive. Fu Qingyang raised his left hand and glanced at his wristwatch. "Go find Guan Ya. My scheduled guests will arrive in ten minutes." The focus for the coming period will be these two matters. Of course, we still need to evade King Mago's "search and capture"—we truly hope the Deputy Department Elder can soon settle the outspoken, passionate young man. The moment he's not removed, the elder can't find peace in his sleep. Zhang Yuanqing gathered his thoughts and turned to the refined, charming mixed-race beauty, asking, "Why did you suddenly decide to practice combat today?" Today, I suddenly wanted to punch you... Guan Ya thought bitterly, smiling warmly, "It's been a while since I last practiced. I'd like to see if your skills have declined." Zhang Yuanqing chuckled, "I've been practicing footwork and punching at home these past few days, every day." At that moment, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling window, he noticed a sleek black luxury car parked outside the villa. The car doors opened, and a stunning blonde with deep green eyes stepped out—her skin as soft and fair as fresh milk, her figure both athletic and well-proportioned. After her, a middle-aged man stepped down, dressed in a well-pressed suit, with short brown hair, fine fish-eye wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, deep and weathered gaze, exuding the quiet grace of a seasoned man of middle age. Isn't that Anne and Mr. Bill? How have they come to Fu's village? Is that the couple Fu Qingyang mentioned? Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback and hurried to the window, carefully observing. Guan Ya followed his gaze, through the landscape trees, spotting two foreign guests entering the villa. She paused briefly on Anne's figure, then glanced at Yuan Shi, who seemed as if he wanted to pluck out his own eyes and toss them outside. Guan Ya gritted her teeth, feeling an inexplicable restlessness. "Stop looking. Let's begin the training." Guan Ya leapt into the air, her long, straight legs swiftly wrapping around Zhang Yuanqing. With a fluid twist of her waist, she rolled like a crocodile, landing with a crisp snap that sent Zhang Yuanqing sprawling onto the beech floor. "Damn it! You're not playing fair!" Zhang Yuanqing exclaimed, furious. The two engaged in a swift struggle, their fists meeting with a rapid series of sharp cracks. In the lush, verdant courtyard, Bill Tarantino suddenly turned his head, gazing toward the west wing of the villa. "What's wrong?" Anne asked. Bill returned his gaze, smiling, "It seems someone has been watching us." Anne offered a charming, radiant smile. "Isn't it natural to be watched? Who could resist my charm?" Bill shook his head. "Indeed, with such beauty, can you use your grace to win over Mr. Fu—the son of the Fu family—and secure the best possible outcome for us?" "Of course!" Anne replied with a bright smile. ... An hour later, Zhang Yuanqing left the fighting room with a bruised face and a battered body, entering the adjacent bathroom to take a shower. Honestly, he hadn't been gentle at all—hadn't even deployed his long-forgotten dragon-claw technique from the martial arts circles! Upon returning to the living room, he paused at the door, glancing out, and noticed the black luxury car was still there. Then they entered the restaurant to enjoy the meals prepared by the rabbit-dresser, replenishing their energy. He took a piece of steak, chewed it slowly, and suddenly remembered that Fu Qingyang's family had extensive business interests abroad—much like Gu Ya, he had grown up abroad. So it was quite natural that he had connections with foreign spiritual travelers. Zhang Yuanqing chewed his steak slowly and methodically, then picked up a bowl overflowing with mashed potatoes, spooning them into his mouth one ladle at a time. The creamy, smooth mashed potatoes, infused with a distinctive sauce and pepper, had a well-balanced flavor—neither too salty nor too mild—leaving a lingering, satisfying aftertaste. As he finished the mashed potatoes, footsteps came from the staircase direction, accompanied by Ling Jun's polite voice: "Miss Anne, don't rush to leave, would you? I'd be honored if you'd join me for dinner. Fu Qingyang is a rather ascetic, even a bit of a prude—he doesn't know how to treat ladies properly. But I do, Miss Anne, Miss Anne?" Zhang Yuanqing quickly stuck out half his head and looked outside. There, Mr. Bill and Miss Anne were walking steadily outward, as if unwilling to pause at all. Ling Jun, wearing his slippers, hurried after them, constantly saying one thing about Miss Anne and another about dinner. He was quite the eager puppy. Unfortunately, Ling Jun’s attentiveness didn’t earn Miss Anne even a single glance as she departed from Fu Family Bay in her luxury car. "Lingjun" laughed heartily: "I'm just playing around. In the human world, there are countless beautiful women worthy of deep appreciation—yet the women from the Goddess of Beauty Association are unlike any others; they're thorny roses, always difficult to approach. Do you know the Goddess of Beauty Association? It's composed entirely of women whose profession is love and passion. These women possess a unique ability: they can demand a price from any opposite-sex partner they've been intimate with. Thus, the senior members of the association each have hundreds of lovers—no, literally thousands of them. They thrive internationally, all thanks to their intimate relationships with men." Zhang Yuanqing nodded, his expression of astonishment matching perfectly: "I never knew such a profession existed. What stage of cultivation does this ability belong to—Saint or Transcendent?" "I believe it's at the Transcendent level... Ah, regrettable. Just now, that woman, Anne—did I misremember? She should have been at the Saint level. I'm sorry, though." Lingjun expressed his disappointment. If the woman were at the Transcendent level, he could leverage his own rank to exert pressure and compel her to offer him a free experience, refusing to "Are they the overseas travelers from the spiritual realm? What brings them here?" Zhang Yuanqing seized the opportunity to inquire. "What else can the void-professionals do? Naturally, they engage in business. The Songhai branch regularly compiles and sells items and materials that are either underpriced or have excess inventory. The void-professionals are merchants in the spiritual realm, deeply passionate about trade. As a result, the merchant guild composed entirely of void-professionals maintains an inventory far exceeding that of any other organization, with the most diverse range of offerings. As long as you can afford it, you can find equipment and materials from all the different professions through them. Traditionally, the trading season occurs in June and December. The elders usually don't pay much attention to such matters—ever since Fu Qingyang has arrived, the responsibility of managing trade has been entrusted to him. Just now, that Anne kept casting glances at us during negotiations, trying to win over our Fu colleague with her charm—how cunning she is!" "I'll also be selling off any equipment I no longer need—either to Mr. Bill or through barter—which is far more cost-effective than submitting it to the division. After all, my points and honors have lost their value to me right now. Zhang Yuanqing recalled Anne's furious retreating figure: "Did the captain fail to catch on?" Ling Jun rolled his eyes. "Not just fail—he was serious enough to say that if this deal included Anne's body, you'd have to pay him an additional fee for emotional damages." Oh, dear. Zhang Yuanqing silently covered his face. He realized that Fu Qingyang was actually quite sharp-tongued; the more time he spent with him, the more he noticed that beneath his reserved, disciplined exterior lay a fiercely witty soul. He could already imagine what happened afterward, without Ling Jun needing to explain. "Business always requires negotiation. They'll be back in a few days. The division's vast supply of materials and equipment holds tremendous appeal for the void-based professions." "Linjun said, "You've just used a rare technique passed down through the martial arts world, one that's long been forgotten?" "No, actually," Zhang Yuanqing said, sounding quite distressed. "I didn't do anything at all. She came right at me and started attacking." Linjun nodded with a look of deep understanding, speaking earnestly: "Yuanshi, I've recently met quite a few beautiful women at Songhai. I'll recommend several of them to you. They're all kind, gentle, graceful, and charming—provided you have enough money." Zhang Yuanqing pulled out his phone, his tone firm and resolute: "I'm not someone like that!" The outfit beautifully accentuated her figure, adding a touch of youthful energy and vitality. Combined with her sweet and gentle face, she seemed nothing short of a well-developed young girl—rather than a 25-year-old woman. Zhang Yuanqing admired her radiant beauty in the mirror. Her features were not only refined and endearing, but her skin possessed a lustrous, jade-like quality. After gazing at her face for a while, one might begin to doubt whether she were a living jade statue—unlike those with a pale, rosy complexion. "You dare to tease your aunt—what else could this little brat possibly come up with?" The two of them played and chattered for a while until the elevator reached the ground floor and opened its doors. Jiang Yu E immediately regained her poised, reserved demeanor, gently holding onto her nephew's arm as several residents on the floor offered their courtesy, stepping out of the elevator. After exiting the building, Zhang Yuanqing got into his aunt's car and headed toward Songhai University. Following the resolution of the Chih Yue An case, he resumed his identity as a university student. During this period, he no longer had to work, but he had to attend classes as scheduled—staying at home idle was something his grandmother firmly objected to. The white car stopped at the university gate, where Zhang Yuanqing and his aunt waved goodbye. As he watched his aunt's car merge into the traffic flow, he turned around, carrying his backpack, and began walking toward the campus. Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a figure at the entrance. It was a young man dressed in athletic wear, with a handsome face, a sports headband tied around his forehead, a warm smile, and the classic look of a sun-kissed, vibrant young man. Girls who came and went from the school frequently turned their heads to gaze at him. Yet he paid no attention, diligently sweeping the dust at the school gate with his broom. The One with the Divine Eyes... Zhang Yuanqing clearly felt his heart skip a beat, then surge with a strong, rapid pulse.