This time, Zhang Yuanqing believed he could evade the King of the Magical Eye's scanning. With the Silent Mask sealing his power, he was no different from an ordinary person. Based on the palpable sense of anxiety, the Magical Eye must be far away—so distant, and its coverage so broad, that Zhang Yuanqing didn’t think it could perceive the mental states of everyone. It’s well known that the broader the skill’s scope, the harder it is to achieve fine precision. Time passed, one by one, and after about five minutes, the unsettling gaze faded. Had he walked away? Had the focus shifted elsewhere? Still, Zhang Yuanqing couldn’t relax. He stood by the window, intently gazing at the still night. Right now, he feared two things. First, the sound of footsteps at the entrance of the living room, bringing the King of the Magical Eye—wearing his athletic headband—visiting. That was even more terrifying than an invisible spirit knocking at the door. Second, the King of the Magical Eye suddenly appearing at the window, smiling warmly and saying, “Finally found you, Master Yuan-Shi!” That would truly send his heart racing. Half an hour later, the wind calmed and the waves settled. Nothing had happened that Zhang Yuanqing had feared, so he finally exhaled in relief, closed the windows, drew the curtains, and with a weary body, returned to his bed, sinking into deep sleep. Forgot to set the "White Guard" group chat to do-not-disturb... He muttered under his breath, grabbing his phone to check messages. "There is a phoenix coming to grace the court": "Master, for this intelligence gathering mission, we have spent fifty thousand dao. Please issue the reimbursement." Zhang Yuanqing found himself much clearer in thought. His first reaction was: could such confidential information really be casually shared in the group chat? Then he realized that the White Guard might indeed be genuine allies of Fu Qingyang—people close enough to discuss plans for rebellion. That was why Fu Qingyang felt so at ease sharing important matters openly in the group. It made sense, then, that the centurion had said inviting me to join the White Guard would require a collective meeting... Why had it taken so long to invite me? Wasn't it possible that the initial sentiment had been hesitant, even opposed? Only after the Copper Rooster Pavilion case was resolved did Fu Qingyang suddenly extend the invitation. Had this very matter changed the White Guard's perception of me, leading them to finally recognize and accept me? Zhang Yuanqing thought these thoughts while reading the message. "Regarding the merchant guild's president—have any of you heard of this person? If he's active across the continent, shouldn't he be well known?" By the way, why was he here with us?" You Feng Lai Yi: "I don't know. The merchants' guild is keeping this a secret—refusing to reveal anything, even after adding more money." Fu Qingyang: "Strictly speaking, he isn't the chairman of the merchants' guild. He's the strongest among the spiritual-professionals. The guild has appointed him as chairman merely out of respect, treating him as a king. Moreover, he's one of us." Nanjiro: "Big brother, big brother—does this guy have some interesting backstory? Let's hear it." Fu Qingyang: "Actually, not much to say. He's enigmatic and reserved. The Five Elements Alliance has no records about him at all." Chairman? Spiritual-professional? In the homeland? After just listening to the mage king's audio, Zhang Yuanqing, who's particularly sensitive to high-level spiritual-professionals, immediately sent a message: "Commander, how many spiritual-professionals are there in the homeland? @Fu Qingyang" Nanjiro: "The Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn is truly a rookie. How can there be spiritual-professionals Even if there were truly celestial-profession individuals domestically, they would have been foreign practitioners coming over—such as Bill Tarantino—but such people wouldn't be numerous. Few in number, and even fewer at higher levels. Might the one the Demon King encountered be the president of the Merchant Guild? This person is deliberately cultivating the Demon King. While it's hard to say whether their attitude toward the Demon King's successors is positive or negative, they are undoubtedly deeply invested. I should keep a close eye on this. While Zhang Yuanqing was lost in thought, Fu Qingyang sent another message: "@YouHaveThePhoenixArrives, please investigate the Goddess of Beauty Association—they have a particularly close relationship with the Demon King. If you simply wish to understand the cause of the Demon King's demise, a single email will suffice—the story of the Demon King and the Judge of Illusion perishing together is no secret; the Five-Element Alliance will not withhold it." YouHaveThePhoenixArrives: "I'll do my best, but I wouldn't expect too much from you. The women of the Goddess of Beauty Association are quite cunning. I actually have a plan in mind." "With the phoenix coming to grace us:" "Instead of going through the trouble of approaching the Goddess Association, why not try to win over Anne? The King of Magic is the Night Wanderer. If we tell Anne that Ling Jun is the Prince of Taimei, she'll surely be intrigued." Seven-time-Prince: "Haha, excellent idea! @LingJun" Dominating the World: "I'm envious, @LingJun." Ling Jun: "Get out of the way! Can a woman whose career is rooted in passion really be something I can handle? Don't you believe me if I say that before we even gather information, I've already been taken over by my enemies. Unless you can give me a way to resist her demands." A mature and composed member, the steady-minded one, joins in: "Ling Jun makes a strong point. Anne is at the Saintly Realm level, and it's difficult for any spiritual practitioner at the same level to resist her charm or withstand her demands. To gain leverage from her, only a forced situation—like kidnapping or coercion—would work. But that would escalate the matter and ultimately be counterproductive." For a moment, no one speaks. Indeed Given their understanding of the passion-based profession, resisting the allure of beauty is already an immense challenge. Once intimacy begins, it becomes utterly impossible to refuse the other's demands. Even the purifying abilities of the night-wanderer profession fall short. In essence, "demanding" is not a negative debuff. White-sponsoring a passion-based profession—what could be simpler? Zhang Yuanqing types: "Actually, it's not difficult. I have a method that allows you to freely enjoy the passion-based profession without any obligation. @Lingjun." Lingjun: "Avoid the term 'white-sponsoring'—it's too casual. It's about spirit-body integration and soul resonance. Indeed, you have a solution? Go on, tell me." Lingjun actually doesn't fully believe Yuanshih Tianzun can offer anything truly valuable. This young man may be talented, but his knowledge base is genuinely limited, and knowledge accumulates over time. Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun: "I remember there's a profession abroad called 'knight'—they possess the ability to enter into contracts. Could it be possible to use the equipment associated with the knight profession to enter into a contract with the Love and Desire profession, one that requires no compensation?" Ling Jun: "!!!" Nanjiro: "!!!" Heng Sao Tian Xia: "!!!" Xiao Nao Fu: "It seems feasible... I didn't think of this at all. Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun, your approach is truly impressive." You Feng Lai Yi: "Indeed, a masterstroke. How come I never thought of it before? Master, your newly recruited young talent has a sharp mind." Ling Jun: "Yuan Shǐ, why do you have such keen insight in this matter?" It's not me who's sharp—it's the Demon King. It's perfectly normal not to think of this. Who among ordinary people would study how to get free services from the Love and Desire profession? Only the Demon King would do so... Zhang Yuanqing murmured to himself. Fu Qingyang: "Yuan Shǐ's suggestion is excellent. I'll find @Lingjun: Captain, once you've obtained such a prop, please lend it to me—I'd also like to talk with Anne about my ideals. Zhang Yuanqing actively contributed to the conversation, growing closer to several frequently engaged members of the White Tiger Guard. Gradually, they began using simpler titles, reducing the frequency of "Heavenly Sovereign." When the group's chatter fell into quiet, Zhang Yuanqing dialed Fu Qingyang's phone. "Captain, I sensed the Heavenly Sovereign's gaze last night—he's come to our area. Though the Silent Guardian mask has protected me so far, it's not a sustainable solution." Zhang Yuanqing appealed to his superior, expressing growing frustration with the Heavenly Sovereign's persistent pressure. Fu Qingyang remained silent for about fifteen seconds before slowly responding, "I understand. I'll relay your situation to the Dog Elder—indeed, we can no longer delay." This game of cat and mouse, while perhaps tiring and troublesome for the Heavenly Sovereign, poses a life-threatening risk to the Prime Heavenly Sovereign whenever a single misstep occurs. ... Songhai University. The King of the Mystic Eyes held a small notebook, biting the end of his pen, and asked, "Are you a professor teaching first-year students? In your experience, has any student been consistently absent lately?" Across from him stood a middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses and a short-sleeve shirt. His gaze was somewhat glazed over as he replied, "I'm not sure. I rarely take attendance—I even forget when I do. Who cares about such things?" "That makes sense..." The Mago-king thought for a moment, then asked, "Have you ever done anything wrong—say, used your authority to force female students into relationships, or to secure improper benefits?" The middle-aged teacher hesitated, his face showing struggle: "My health has been poor lately, and I'm past that age... I haven't secured any improper benefits." The Mago-king nodded slightly: "Then go on and fulfill your duties as a teacher. Leave now." He sent the teacher away and began searching for the next target. Throughout the morning, through meticulous inquiries, he gathered information on over thirty students who had been consistently absent from classes. Near noon, a group of students emerged from the teaching building, passing by the Mago-king. "Wait!" he called out to them. The young students turned to look, and upon seeing a pair of eyes blazing crimson like blood, with strange symbols etched within the pupil, they instantly froze—their minds momentarily lost to thought. The Mage-Eye King smiled and said, "We're good classmates, good friends, aren't we?" "Oh, yes, definitely..." The students looked dazed, nodding repeatedly. One by one, they were won over. The Mage-Eye King turned to the slender, tall young student with swollen under-eye circles and asked, "Are you a first-year student? What's your name?" The tall student replied instinctively, "My name is Li Le-sheng. I'm a first-year." Then, he looked slightly puzzled and asked, "We're good friends, right? Yet you don't even know this?" The Mage-Eye King smiled gently and said, "Just a casual question. By the way, has there been any student who's been absent from class regularly lately?" "Regular absences..." Li Le-sheng thought for a moment and replied, "Yes, there's Zhang Yuanqing. He hasn't shown up for a while. I even added him as a friend and invited him to a social event— he clearly agreed, but I just can't find him." The Mage-Eye King nodded, "What's his name written like?" "Chong-chang Zhang, Yuan "Li Le sheng said. The King of the Mystic Eye recorded names well and habitually asked, "Have you ever done anything wrong—such as exploiting your position..." Seeing the other's plain clothes, the slightly worn shoes priced at a few hundred yuan, and the dark circles under their eyes from late-night gaming sessions, the King of the Mystic Eye silently held back his further remarks, waving his hand, "Let's go eat." The initial list of names had been gathered sufficiently. Next, they would need to infiltrate the school's archives, match the names, and locate each person one by one. As the official envoy, Yuan Shi Tian Zun's name would certainly have been erased from the records—therefore, he would not appear in the school's archives. Anyone whose name could not be found was precisely Yuan Shi Tian Zun. ... The pet shop. The shaggy Teddy sat at the table, the potted plant at the table corner extending its tendrils to open the computer, enter the password, and log into the meeting software. A few minutes later, the elders from the Songhai branch joined online, with the sixth participant being the Master of Zhishi Palace. The Dog Elder sighed, "Ladies and gentlemen, Fu Qingyang just contacted me—The King of the Magic Eye has gone to the Yuanshi family. The tournament hosted at the headquarters begins in another week, so we can't delay any longer; we must address the Magic Eye right away. Lo Shen, you've faced off against the Magic Eye before—how strong is he?"