The warm light of the desk lamp illuminates Zhu Rong's delicate face. Her long lashes catch the light, and the eyes hidden in shadow flicker with a sickly excitement, twisted and vibrant. Several meters away, on the single sofa, a tall figure stands in the shadow where the lamp's light doesn't reach, speaking in a steady, slightly resentful tone: "You should have demanded blood before the final battle. Why let him shine so brightly? If you had controlled him earlier, he wouldn't have stood a chance." A note of dissatisfaction and irritation lingers in his voice. Zhu Rong smiles with graceful charm, saying: "I'd love for him to win. The more outstanding he is, the more excited I become. The more dazzling his talents, the more I want to tarnish him, to damage him, to sink him into a deep, unrelenting decline." As she speaks, a gentle blush rises on her cheeks, her expression full of passion. Such a strange woman... When a man reached out and grasped in midair, a young vine emerged—freshly plucked from the tree, adorned with clusters of tender green leaves, three of which shimmered like translucent rubies. "That's all I've drawn from him; I only gave him a single whip, and the vine absorbed only a limited amount of blood," the man said, plucking off the three leaves and holding them between his fingers before walking to the single armchair and stepping into the light. The warm glow of the table lamp illuminated his face, highlighting his refined, gentle features and sunlit demeanor—classic, courteous, and warm. He was indeed Qing Songzi. Zhu Rong's eyes lit up with excitement, and she eagerly reached out to take the leaves, only for Qing Songzi to suddenly grip the leaves tightly, his gaze blazing as he fixed it on the curvaceous beauty before him. "Don't forget your promise," he said. Zhu Rong smiled gently, her slender, jade-like fingers lightly brushing over the back of his hand in a teasing manner, and with a cheerful tone added, "Once I've settled matters with Yuan Shi Tian Zun, anything you'd like to do to Female musicians possess an irresistible charm—even when their posture and beauty are comparable, women often fall short in comparison to them. This quality resembles that of love-oriented professions, though the latter primarily stimulates a woman’s physiological desires, being more direct and assertive. In contrast, female musicians inspire men to develop a longing for romance. Qing Songzi’s throat rolled gently as he released his fingers. Zhu Rong took the crimson, translucent leaf, her lips curling with confidence that Qing Songzi would find it difficult to resist her allure, given that he is a wood spirit with a strong inclination toward reproduction. It is well known that he has several steady female companions and engages in reproductive activities daily. Such individuals are unlikely to withstand her beauty. "You weren’t quite so certain last time," Qing Songzi said, his gaze blazing, lifting Zhu Rong’s graceful jaw with a fervent intensity. "I want you now. Right here." Zhu Rong gently pushed his hand aside, smiled softly with half-closed eyes: "I'm not averse to sharing a bed with young and talented men—provided I'm in the mood. Right now, the only one I'd like to sleep with is Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun." As she spoke, she lightly snapped her fingers. Two attractive girls, dressed in stylish lingerie, stepped gracefully into the room and stood poised in the space. "These are my gifts for you—enjoy them thoroughly," Zhu Rong lightly patted Qing Songzi's shoulder, swayed her full hips, and then left the bedroom. #Congratulations to Yuan Shi Tian Zun, the Champion!# The official posted this message, highlighting it in red and placing it prominently at the top of the forum. The editorial staff member who composed the post possesses a strong literary background, using elegant and complimentary language without appearing overly flattery. For instance, during the副本 (raid) competition, the post reads: “Yuan Shi Tian Zun began in a dire situation, yet with youthful composure and calmness. Amidst adversity, he surged with strength and demonstrated wisdom within confinement. He cleared his name in the sealed chamber, faced off against seven opponents, and turned the crisis into a triumph—brilliant!” In the era of large-scale reporting, the post states: “Yuan Shi Tian Zun fully leveraged the reporting mechanisms. Without favorable timing, he transformed the rules into his own timing. Without allies, he actively sought partnerships, while simultaneously laying strategic groundwork—subtly weaving plans that ultimately overcame the Tai Men faction’s conspiracy—brilliant!” "On the stage, the post reads: 'No matter how valiant and powerful Zhao Chenghuang may be, Yuanshǐ Tianzun always meets challenges head-on—water for water, earth for earth. Dressed in his sacred robe, wielding his divine blade, he commands an aura of divine might. With a single roar, ghosts transform into his allies, and ten thousand enemies fall. After a passionate, electrifying battle, he defeats the rising star of Taiyuan Gate—what a performance!' Take notes and go praise Fu Qingyang later... Zhang Yuanqing murmurs to himself. Fingers slide down the screen to check the comments. [Head孢 paired with wine—gets better with every sip: The Five Elements Alliance's boots are still ours. My senior leader had a drink with me yesterday and said the young people from our alliance aren't up to par—he's afraid his beloved prop might end up belonging to Taiyuan Gate.] [Head孢 paired with wine—gets better with every sip: We never thought Yuanshǐ Tianzun would defeat Zhao Chenghuang. That's absolutely incredible!] [Call me Queen: Long live Yuanshǐ Tianzun! I'm planning a trip to Songhai next year—I 】 【The Princess: From now on, I won't dare to offer casual opinions about the Prime Immortal. No, the Immortal himself—he's now someone I can only admire from afar, someone I can't quite reach.】 【Qingteng: When he first joined, he was just a greenhorn. Now, barely three months later, I can only catch glimpses of his silhouette, as if we've been separated by an entire lifetime.】 【White Dragon: That scholar from Wen Yuan Hall, come out here and face me—I'll personally kill you! You said the Prime Immortal lacked equipment and experience, that he couldn't possibly defeat Zhao the City Deity, yet you've cost me a hundred thousand points.】 【Snow Zi, with a milky complexion: He just pretended to be dead.】 After a while of enthusiastic praise and commentary, Zhang Yuanqing finished his second serving of yellow-braised chicken with satisfaction, exited the official post, and scrolled down to check other posts. #Why is the Prime Immortal so capable in mastering the transformation into a spirit-being?# He was drawn to this post, opened it, and began reading. The poster, "Coming Soon," was a familiar face. "Earlier, I wandered around the Taimei Forum and learned that most discussions there centered on the Yuanshishen's mastery of ghostly transformation. After gathering more details, I realized this skill isn't something ordinary night-wandering deities can achieve—Yuanshishen's command over ghostly transformation is even more remarkable than we originally imagined... According to my understanding, only two types of individuals can perform ghostly transformation: one is someone like Zhao Chenghuang, who consistently hones the Taiyin energy, achieving flawless mastery of its power; the other is those with exceptional innate talent, such as Jiang Jingwei, a fire master with a unique lineage, who can unlock their potential at the extraordinary stage and unleash abilities comparable to the 'Furious One.' Yuanshishen falls into the latter category." [Go, the days have been long: Wow, so Yuanshishen is a naturally born night-wandering deity! His innate talent for tackling dungeons is already so exceptional—now his professional aptitude is even stronger?] [The compassionate Jane: Ah, now I suddenly want to follow Queen's lead and switch positions to join Yuanshishen in Songhai. 】 【Call me Queen: Who's talking about being wild? I've a deep, life-and-death bond with the Prime Immortal. I went to Songhai to support him in his work.】 【Guan Ya: Heh, I completely agree with the Queen. Heh~】 【Binglang with Smoke: Wait a minute—If the Prime Immortal is, by nature, a night wanderer, then—then isn't the Master Sun also being targeted by the backlash from the Taimei faction?】 The comments below were captured by "Coming Days Are Long," all showing the same sentiment: "Master Sun is being foolish." Some were taken from the forum, others from the group chat. 【Days of Departure Are Many: Master Sun truly suffers—he's a true sovereign, now reduced to a meme.】 Members of the Five Elements Alliance纷纷 liked and echoed this sentiment. Zhang Yuanqing, seeing this, suddenly remembered Yuan Ting—the one who had vanished since the grand raid event, with no answer to calls or messages. Could it be that he's been silenced? With this mindset, he privately messaged Fu Qingyang: "Captain, I can't reach Yuan Ting. What's going on with him?" Fu Qingyang replied: "Oh, are you planning to fulfill your promise now?" Zhang Yuanqing didn't hesitate—she sent the "kneeling and bowing" emoji: "All that was just a ruse to draw him out. I absolutely won't reveal the Captain's 'Waste Theory' to Yuan Ting. Such a magnificent idea—I'll treasure it in my heart and never share it." Fu Qingyang remained silent, waiting until Zhang Yuanqing finished her last serving of yellow chicken curry before replying slowly: "Yuan Ting has been sent off to the training camp by Sun Elder." Ah, how pitiful Yuan Ting... Zhang Yuanqing felt a sense of relief—this way, she could extend the timeline for fulfilling her promise. After all, she didn't know why Dog Elder took the form of a dog—she was simply trying to entertain Yuan Ting. Fu Qingyang: "Also, for the rewards from tomorrow's Transcendent Realm match, come to Fu Family Village at 9 a.m. to collect your equipment, and bring your shadow corpse with Zhang Yuanqing was energized and couldn't help but look forward to tomorrow. The combination of Yin-Yang robe and Hou-Tu boots—wouldn't they unlock a set skill? That was truly exciting. After paying for his meal, Zhang returned home and remembered he still owed the Earth God 200,000. He opened the official database, found the Earth God's contact information, and sent a message inquiring about his bank account. Although the Earth God hadn't actively requested the payment over the past two days, since he had promised, he had to honor that commitment. After transferring the 200,000 to the Earth God's account, the Earth God replied: "You're quite reliable! Congratulations on your victory!" Wu Shi Tian Zun asked: "Earth God, will you be participating in the mid-year combat raid?" He was particularly eager to see the Earth God's unmatched defense. If the old man also joined the mid-year raid, it would be wise to form an alliance with him—adding an impenetrable shield. Earth God: "I won't be joining. I'm likely to remain in the Transcendent stage for the foreseeable future." Wu Shi Tian "With the capabilities of a land god, ascending to the rank of a sage poses no challenge at all. Land God: 'Indeed, you may think my defenses are strong, but even at the sage level, that strength falls short. Every single individual who reaches the spiritual realm is a death-type—there are no exceptions. I've grown older now, and promotions or advancements no longer excite me. Isn't it better simply to live peacefully until my natural end?' Hmm... Zhang Yuanqing found himself at a loss for words. After a moment's thought, he offered a reason: 'Yet, at the sage level, lifespan is extended—don't you yearn for a longer life?' Land God: 'That's true, but how many sages actually reach their natural end? Most sages either die during the spiritual realm phase or fall victim to assassinations by those in evil professions. I've already been invincible throughout my transcendent stage—so why bother ascending to the sage level and getting involved in the chaos?' Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun: '...You truly live with profound clarity!' ... The bar street. Inside the lounge, which had been transformed into a scene of a wine pool and a forest of meats, the Divine Lord of Desire pressed his beloved consort against the waist, reaching the peak of pleasure amid the splashing water. He remained rigid, motionless for over ten seconds, then casually set her aside—she was nearly unconscious—and turned his head toward the pool's edge, where a subordinate stood低头, hesitant to speak or look up. The Divine Lord of Desire said softly, "Speak." Relieved, the subordinate still refused to raise his eyes, speaking rapidly: "The Silver Moon Lord called, requesting your participation in this year's 615 Summit, which will be held in Jiangnan Province." The Divine Lord of Desire furrowed his brow. The 615 Summit, as it was known, was a gathering organized by the three evil factions, with the aim of uniting the evil professions through combat missions, formulating strategies, reaching consensus, and jointly working together to hunt down the lawful, orderly professions. Each year, the June 15th Summit takes place after the official stage match concludes, as the match results are now finalized and the evil factions begin discussions and strategic planning based on the official lists of transcendent and sage-level cultivators. At the June 15th Summit, each organization sends its core members. The Lord of Desire, however, does not wish to attend, as his hunting campaign against Xiao Yuan is still in the planning stages—his collaboration invitation to Xue Yan has been rejected, and this time he has prepared an offer so compelling that she cannot possibly refuse. For several days, he has been constantly thinking of that beautiful woman, eager to overwhelm her, torment her, and shatter her lingering yearning for kindness and her pursuit of light and brightness. If he attends the Summit, he will have to postpone his campaign. But given the irritable nature of his brother-in-arms (the Silver Moon Lord), if he declines, that man will surely journey all the way to Songhai to confront and beat him senseless. In the concept of the ghoulish spirit, a "thump" is no mere casual punch—it's a blow that fractures bones and tears ligaments, leaving one half-paralyzed. "Understood!" the deity of desire said firmly. "There's one more matter..." the subordinate murmured, "The official tournament has concluded its transcendent realm matches—the champion is the Prime Immortal." The deity of desire raised an eyebrow, startled: "The Prime Immortal?!" He quickly recalled the Prime Immortal's profile: this individual had passed the Night-Wanderer's Trial of the Spiritual Realm—the Shē Lin Tunnel—just in April this year, and had only been serving as the Night-Wanderer for less than three months. In less than three months, he had defeated the well-established Zhao City Deity? "Another Fu Qingyang?" the deity of desire's expression grew serious. "It seems, then, that the summit will need to prioritize strategies for hunting down the Prime Immortal. This one must be eliminated." Indeed, he could not be allowed to remain. ... In the city of Lobster, a lush, verdant garden. An ancient, elegant pavilion. On the second floor, Ms. Xie leaned against the bal It is well known that Changsha City boasts two distinctive features: first, a garden acclaimed as unrivaled throughout the country, and second, crabs that have been promoted to command prices even higher than ginseng. Today, Ms. Xie wears a fresh green qipao, its skirt embroidered with lifelike lotuses, and her hairstyle is a classic, traditional chignon. This gives her the appearance of a lady from the Republican era, a quietly cultivated lady-in-waiting living in a secluded mansion. With her radiant, oval face, a light makeup, black eyeliner accentuating her bright, lively eyes, and a youthful, gentle expression, her figure is notably full-figured and graceful—something even a young woman would find hard to match. This lady-in-waiting is, in fact, a leading performer in a theater troupe. Footsteps approach from behind. Ms. Xie turns around, her face lighting up with delight, exclaiming, "Ah! Father, you've come out!" As she rises gracefully, she performs a delicate, fluttering movement, like a swan taking flight. The man gently embraces his wife, then gazes around, asking, "Has Lingxi returned yet?" Ms. The next moment, she suddenly realized: "These days, she've only been thinking of the Lord, and has overlooked her daughter, thinking she must have already returned home." Hearing this, Mr. Xie beamed with joy and affection. He looked in his early thirties, with a strong, well-defined face, a high nose, thick brows, and deep, thoughtful eyes. Fine lines, like fish-scale wrinkles, adorned the corners of his eyes. It was clear that he had once been a strikingly handsome young man, now a mature, weathered yet refined man who had grown wise through the passage of time. Upon closer inspection, one could see a resemblance to Xie Lingxi. Mr. Xie's birth name was Xie Su, the fifth son of the previous family patriarch, who attained the rank of Master of the Spiritual Realm only at age twenty—becoming a Spiritual Realm traveler at that time. Before that, he had been a relatively unremarkable member of the Xie family. Yet, despite his ordinary nature, he had been deeply favored by the ancestors, who personally arranged his marriage, marrying the family's most precious jewel to him. Ms. Xie, also a member of the Xie family, shares a collateral kinship with the Xie family's ancestral elder. When the ancestral elder became a spiritual traveler, the entire clan flourished, thriving under the shelter of this towering tree. Since the establishment of the spiritual realm, over a century has passed, and the Xie family has grown into a vast, sprawling entity. Starting from several generations ago, the family began marrying among its own members. Each year, the elders open the family genealogy to select young, suitable candidates with minimal blood ties for marriage. Ms. Xie, a renowned beauty celebrated throughout the clan, has received countless suitors, yet was matched by the ancestral elder to Xie Su, a once-considered underachiever. At the time, the younger generation were deeply dissatisfied, privately criticizing him as the "frog who had swallowed the swan." No one could have anticipated that after marriage, Xie Su would swiftly gain his character card in the second year, launching his journey as a protagonist—eventually surpassing his peers within a year, his elders within three years, and becoming the youngest master of the family within a decade. In the three families of musicians, he stands as a legendary figure. "Shouldn't the tournament have ended by now?" asked Mr. Xie, "Has Yuan-Shi Tian-Zun made it into the top five?" He guided his young wife to a seat, poured two cups of tea, and said, "This boy has exceptional talent, but being a top talent at the Transcendent Realm doesn't guarantee success at the Sage Realm level. So I originally intended to watch and invest gradually. However, he's progressed remarkably—after defeating Li Xian-Zong in Yin-Yang Town, I decided to actively engage him. 'If he makes it into the top five this time,' I'll invite him to dinner at our home in the autumn crab feast." He truly cared about Yuan-Shi Tian-Zun, as such outstanding young people were not common. Mrs. Xie nodded, her rosy lips pressing gently against the white rim of her cup, took a small sip, and said, "Not the top five!" Mr. Xie looked disappointed. "That's a pity." Mrs. Xie said, "He won the championship!" Mr. Xie gently squeezed her nose. "Don't be joking." Mrs. Xie said with a sly smile, "Ask Ling-X "Linxi, Dad's here. Has the match ended? What were the results of Yuanshǐ Tianzun's performance?" After listening to the phone call, Xie Su was stunned, speechless. After a long while, he hung up and pinched his brow: "Another monster-level figure?" The last person referred to as a monster was the Magician King. Before that was Fu Qingyang. Even earlier, there was the female Marshal. All of them had achieved truly remarkable feats. Xie Dad's expression was serious: "I need to meet the patriarch personally." ... Late at night. Zhang Yuanqing, who had been eagerly awaiting the reward settlement tomorrow, was woken up again by a series of buzzing electrical sounds. It's been several days now—the King of Cats speaker is acting up once more.