Zhang Yuanqing's body, along with the Cat King speaker, vanished into thin air. The indescribable, deeply humbling sounds that accompanied the erasure of his physical form disappeared as well. Hey! I still praised the magical king for not being overly enamored with women just a while ago, with proper recordings—how could he have done this so soon? Fortunately, it's nighttime now, and everyone at home is asleep. If my grandparents and my younger sister heard this, where would I even place my face? My younger sister is fortunately aware of what I've been saving in my "study materials"... As his thoughts drifted, he emptied his mind, leaned back against the ergonomic chair, waiting for the physical performance to conclude. The only sounds reaching his ears were soft, lingering melodies. A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing shifted his posture, murmuring to himself—this woman's voice is so gentle and seductive; just from the tone, one can tell she's a beauty, and the magical king must be truly blessed with good fortune. Another ten minutes passed, and Zhang Yuanqing lay down on the bed from his desk chair, still murmuring—how well-endured is the magical king's stamina? Why hasn't it ended yet A few more minutes passed, and Zhang Yuanqing unconsciously picked up a tissue from the desk, placing it by the bedside… Hey! He suddenly realized what he was doing, jerking his hand back with sudden determination, furious: "Is this it? Are you really toxic, you magic lord? Get this audio session over with right now—otherwise I'm smashing your broken speaker!" The last sentence was directed at the cat king speaker, knowing it possessed a sense of self. The voice coming through the speaker had already grown somewhat strained. The loud sounds, however, never ceased—rarely had Zhang, even after watching countless films, heard such persistent volume. Meanwhile, after repeatedly wandering through the night for nearly half an hour, his Yin energy had been severely depleted, and his physical strength began to wane, with waves of fatigue washing over him. "Fizz… fizz…" Under threat, the cat king speaker drew strength from within, and the soft melodies instantly ceased. After a few seconds of quiet, a woman's voice—soft, graceful, yet strained—emerged from the speaker: "It's already morning, Lord Magician. How have you been so heroic tonight?" "You're about to send my spirit soaring." With a low, resonant voice, the magus added, "Your forest spirits are always in a state of passion. Without some secret weapons, how could you possibly make this young mare understand my true strength?" The woman was clearly asleep, speaking softly, "Secret weapons?" The magus chuckled, "A few weeks ago, I encountered a merchant. I purchased a spray from him—and it has proven remarkably effective." Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing's mind buzzed with sudden clarity, and his expression shifted dramatically. "A spray?" The magus must have been referring to the 'Long-Lasting Spray'—one that Zhang Yuanqing himself had once used. If that were the case… Zhang Yuanqing was utterly astonished, a thought flashing through his mind: The item granted as a reward in the character card—was precisely the magus's own tool! To verify this hypothesis, he carefully reasoned: "The character card rewards are: the first item is the red ballet slippers, the second is the disguise ring, and the third is the Stamina Spray..." "If the items awarded through the character card are items that the Magus once possessed, then his ability to pass the Xu Guowu section becomes fully understandable." There remains one issue in the Yin-Yang Town dungeon that Zhang Yuanqing has yet to resolve: how did the Magus manage to pass Xu Guowu's section? Based on the audio recordings from the Cat King speaker, it's clear that the Magus must have slept with Xu Guowu—Xu Guowu's abilities are exceptionally formidable, especially in terms of stamina and endurance, making even the earth-based monsters, known for their physical strength, vulnerable. And what about the Night-Wanderer deity! If the Magus used the Stamina Spray, then everything makes sense. "Wait—hold on..." Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows. The red ballet slippers are also one of the character card rewards I received, yet it cannot have been an item the Magus once possessed. The reason is simple—the legend of Shela Ling Tunnel has existed since the 1900s. The construction team was literally trampled to extinction by the red ballet slippers. Because of the red ballet slippers' unexpected intervention, Shela Ling Tunnel has become a legendary bug in the trial realm. If the red ballet slippers are a tool of the Magistrate King, wouldn't he have taken them away? Then why would the bug in Shela Ling Tunnel persist? This doesn't make sense. Zhang Yuanqing remained silent for a long time, his mind rapidly processing information. Suddenly, he caught a long-forgotten detail: "Your dancing skills have always been subpar!" His expression froze instantly, and waves of astonishment surged through his mind. "Ah—so that's what the red ballet slippers meant..." When Zhang Yuanqing first completed a dance and broke the rules of the red ballet slippers, this rule-based item had once displayed this puzzling message. At that time, Zhang Yuanqing was still inexperienced and unfamiliar with the realm, so he had simply overlooked it. Now, reflecting on it, it feels deeply unsettling. "Although we don't know why the Red Dance Shoes have remained in Shē Ling Tunnel, there's one thing for certain—the Magistrate once visited the Mountain God's Temple; he knew the Red Dance Shoes." Zhang Yuanqing gently pressed his brow, finally unraveling the secret behind the character card reward. After the Magistrate's passing, the item wasn't reclaimed by the Spirit Realm but instead was stored in a unique way within the character card, becoming a character card reward. Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts were soon interrupted again by the woman's moans. The audio of the dog-and-woman couple had rested for a while, only to resume their passionate activity. Was the Wood Spirit this dramatically affectionate, always in heat? How could an ordinary woman possibly endure such intense activity—this audio must have taken place in spring. Zhang Yuanqing was completely overwhelmed with thoughts. "Buzzing… buzzing…" The current noise faded as the King Cat speaker automatically skipped ahead, then silence fell before the Magi King's deep, slightly strained voice—like his vocal cords were damaged—resonated: "The evaluation is complete. That man didn't deceive me—the Long-Lasting Spray truly works. Though my own capabilities in this area are quite standard, few men could resist the appeal of lasting performance. Five million spent—well worth it. "Yet, unless accompanied by two or three female companions, or a wood-spirit woman in heat, the spray is generally unusable. In most cases, simply seeing a sow would leave one utterly overwhelmed." Zhang Yuan thought to himself, Magi King, please pay attention—your later years have been remarkably open-minded when it comes to matters of the heart, even willing to sacrifice your passion for a simple plate of sea food. All this has been the result of the Long-Lasting Spray's very own price tag. Have you forgotten its cost? And please—don't mention the sow again. The King Cat speaker continues playing audio: "Time flies indeed. I've been a Spirit Realm traveler for three months now. To be honest, in the Transcendent stage, few have ever defeated me. Unfortunately, to advance to the Saint level, one must participate in the annual killing instance at year's end." "Until then, no matter how many instances I complete, I cannot reach Level 4—there seems to be a lock preventing the path from Transcendent to Saint, and the key to unlock it is only available within the killing instances." "My personal analysis is that Saint-level travelers undergo a career transition, gaining a new title and new abilities. The Spirit Realm instances reward the Yin Power, not the new abilities acquired after the transition. Therefore, one must take part in large-scale killing instances. Upon completing them, the reward—this new power—becomes the key to advancing to the Saint level." "The way the Mage King approached it was truly impressive—he really grasped the essence of the slaughter dungeon format. That's no small feat. Indeed, becoming a standout at the Transcendent Stage in just three months is no easy accomplishment, especially considering he didn't catch the peak periods when the slaughter dungeons are launched, which only occur mid-year and at year's end. Zhang Yuanqing nodded, listening intently. "Although I feel he's sharing this information with a hidden agenda, it doesn't diminish the fact that this is good news—my life has stopped feeling gray. I will definitely reclaim my freedom and defeat the cunning Eye Judge. No one can enslave me; not anyone!" Zzzz... The current hums through the Cat King speaker, preparing for the next audio segment. Zhang Yuanqing took this moment to reflect. It seemed the magical king had learned of the method used to break the Fallen Holy Cup from a merchant of the 'Void' profession—a high-level businessperson, indeed. What was the connection between this merchant and the magical king? Did he know the magical king had already fallen? He was eager to learn more, but the following content consisted only of fragmented messages from the magical king—scattered, lacking a clear focus, more like casual notes on his insights and daily state: "Zzzz... Damn it, I've been chased by a female saint from the Five Elements Alliance. I almost died. I was just going to make it to saint rank, and then—first thing—sleep with her... Hmm?" "Why did I think of sleeping with her instead of killing her to avenge myself?" "Zzzz... Now I finally understand why that female saint has been relentlessly pursuing me. Last time, the wood spirit I slept with was her daughter—she must be in her thirties, yet her daughter is already grown up? What injustice! It was clearly her daughter who was riding me, twisting her body over me..." "Zzzz... I've finally found a way to enjoy love without paying a cent—by securing the props for the 'Knight' class, entering into a formal pact that proves this relationship is mutual and consensual. Afterward, neither party can claim any obligation or demand compensation from the other." Zhang Yuanqing poured himself a cup of water, murmuring to himself: "Entering into a contract before even getting onto the bed? I never knew such a thing was possible. How clever the magical king has been—using his intelligence in such subtle ways. What a series of trivialities! What about the actual substance? What about the follow-up for the 'Void' class?" "Zzzz... I heard an interesting story from A-Ya today. The wife of the Commander of the Wrathful Divine General used to be the submissive lover of the Divine General of Desire. Even now, she's nothing more than a mere dog—called in when needed, dismissed when convenient. Hah! If the Wrathful Divine General knew this, he'd be furious. What a delightful revelation!" "Zzzz... This month, I've completed ten tasks assigned to the lawful-aligned professions. Hmm, there are quite a few pests even among the lawful ones. By the way, the most prominent among the musicians and wood spirits is the Sea Queen—especially among the female ones." "Zzzz... Today, I was besieged by a group of lawful-aligned professionals. I have no idea when it started, but now I've become their stepping stone for fame. Everyone wants to kill me to establish their own reputations. Well, then, I can't blame myself for being merciless. Among them, there's a particularly graceful young woman—she's actually the younger sister of the head of the Zhu family. Hah! That's quite interesting. I'm going to take good care of her." "Pfft!" Zhang Yuanqing Could it be that Zhu Family's sister was once the wife of Chi Yue An? Was she trained and molded by the Mage King? Has her temperament completely changed, now tormenting her male lovers and even her husband? And as a result, Chi Yue An has become psychologically disturbed, building the Copper雀 Pavilion? This...this... Zhang Yuanqing's mind flashes a single word: "When will this cycle of mutual grievances end?" It all seems to boil down to you, Mage King... Zhang Yuanqing feels a strange mix of emotions toward this character—so many flaws. You're indeed a strategic leader, aren't you? There are few such figures in the world. Yet, you're constantly preoccupied with sleeping women, lacking the gravitas befitting a great figure. At least, that's true during the Transcendent stage. You can certainly be called a wise man—your mind is sharp, with exceptional talent. In under three months, you've risen to become a standout among the Transcendent-level practitioners, and your analysis of missions and spiritual realms is thorough and convincing. Yet, you keep stumbling in rather comical ways—such as falling for a passionate, love-oriented character and then regretting so deeply that you nearly cry out like a You can call him a villain, certainly—he's done plenty of wrong things and is officially recognized as a fallen one. Yet he's also quite pitiable. When he was young, he was controlled by the Fallen Holy Grail, and the evil forces within gradually warped his mindset. Every month, he had to fulfill his master's tasks, and ultimately, to achieve freedom, he sacrificed himself alongside the Judge of Illusions. A deeply tragic figure. While he quietly complained, the Cat King speaker played another audio segment: "Fizz... fizz..." "You seem to hold a special fondness for me. From your demeanor, it's clear you're not gay—after all, we're not even acquainted. Why is that?" This was the voice of the Mage King. Then, a stranger's voice responded: "Because you are the Night Wanderer." "What about the Night Wanderer? They're rare, sure, but not uncommon." The Mage King countered. "But wild Night Wanderers are rare—most are firmly under the control of that official from the Taimei Sect. I'd like to cultivate my own trusted Night Wanderers, but it's quite difficult." "Cultivate?" "Yes, I'd like to cultivate a night wanderer. In fact, most of the highest-ranking figures aspire to do so—even the evil-aligned ones." "Why?" "Because the night wanderer is a particularly unique profession. Anyone who has witnessed the Prophecy of the Light Compass knows this." "What makes the night wanderer special, and what exactly is the Light Compass?" "Twenty years ago, a powerful figure from the West unearthed a compass from the Spiritual Realm. This compass possessed the ability to foresee the future—a capability not inherent to any known profession. Upon its emergence, it caused a tremendous stir, drawing intense competition from countless spiritual travelers. Among them were the five Grand Masters of the Five Elements Alliance, the Master of the Taiyuan Sect, the leaders of the three major evil organizations, and, indeed, the heads of the various lawful and evil professions across the West." "The outcome of that battle was: a prophecy came to light; people learned that the Spiritual Realm has three major regions, one of which remains unactivated; the Marshals of the White Tiger Army, the Pope of the Sea God Church, and the Chairman of the Eastern Branch of the Spiritual Energy Association—all three supreme figures perished. That very battle also directly led to the formation of the Five Elements Alliance, as the five factions united. The Mage King asked, 'What does the prophecy say?' The man smiled and replied, 'I can't tell you that yet. One day, when you ascend to the rank of Sovereign, I'll share it with you.' With a steady hum of electrical current, the Cat King speaker settled completely into silence. There's quite a bit of information here... Zhang Yuanqing opened the drawer, retrieved the speaker, put on the Mask of the Silent One, and then walked to the window, gazing silently at the night scene. Deep into the night, the residential buildings across the way were dark, their windows blackened, while the corridor lights burned steadily all night long. On the streets outside the community, the streetlamps cast a lonely glow—long stretches passed without a single vehicle passing Zhang Yuanqing began to reflect in the quiet night. He knew the Lingjing was divided into three major regions, but hadn't expected one of them to still be unopened. The Five Elements Alliance's archives didn't mention it either. The Night Wandering God's profession was quite unique—I remembered that the president of the Beauty Goddess Association had also expressed unusual curiosity about the Divine King, perhaps because he was the Night Wandering God? If he could only understand the specifics of the prophecy, he might be able to grasp why the Night Wandering God was so special. These secrets were so distant that Zhang Yuanqing didn't dwell on them further, instead focusing again on the exclusive rewards attached to the Divine King's character card. In the past, he had simply considered character card rewards as minor bonuses—something that gave him an extra reward each time he cleared a dungeon. But now, since the items in these rewards were all tools that the Divine King himself had once used, Zhang Yuanqing had to revise his long-held beliefs and reassess the matter. The magical king's character card holds a secret—this is confirmed, yet as the heir of the magical king, I still haven't reached the core "secret." When will I finally reach it? When will the things left by the magical king become mine? And in what way will they be given to me? Now he knows—the exclusive reward for the character card. All the things the magical king has left will be passed on to him, one by one, through these exclusive rewards. Currently, they are items; what about later? When the Taimei Sect was searching for the heir of the magical king, they clearly and directly emphasized: the black circular moon mark, and the exclusive reward for the character card. Now it seems, the Taimei Sect has already provided the answer. At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing, lost in thought, suddenly feels a strange, unexplained surge of anxiety—his face pales, his breathing grows difficult, and his adrenaline surges. He feels as though he is being "watched," a sensation that instinctively brings him back to the memory of the King of the Divine Eyes. The experience of being gazed upon by that vertical eye yesterday was exactly the same as today, the only difference being that this time the gaze was softer, causing no tangible physical harm. Has the Magic Eye come here at all? Has it conducted a thorough search and finally found my neighborhood? Indeed, it must be using the vertical eye on its forehead to scan for the Wayfarers of the Spiritual Realm. Zhang Yuanqing now has experience, so he slows his breathing, clears his mind, and settles into a state of calm.