Zhu Rong wore a floral dress with a brown coat over it, dressed simply and stylishly, exuding a mature grace and elegance. "Oh, isn't this the former wife of Chi Yue An? Is she here to take revenge on her former husband, or is she grateful to us Yuan Shi for upholding justice and clearing her name?" The warmth and lingering interest in Zhu Rong's gaze evidently stirred Guan Ya, prompting the elder concubine to speak with subtle wit and gentle criticism. Zhu Rong hesitated, gently shifting her gaze to Guan Ya and asked calmly, "Who are you?" Zhang Yuanqing quickly interjected, "She's my girlfriend." He then reached to gently encircle Guan Ya's waist. Guan Ya's body slightly stiffened, and without showing any emotion, she withdrew his hand, huffed, as if a bit annoyed that her own partner had been approached by a woman. Girlfriend... Zhu Rong studied Guan Ya's refined, beautiful, oval face, and a thought stirred within her. She has two great passions: one is nurturing young men, and the other is seducing married men, then publicly whipping and tormenting them in front of their wives, turning her beloved husbands into her devoted pets. The husbands fall into decline, the wives suffer unbearably, and the beautiful love between them is tainted and shattered. Zhu Rong derives immense pleasure from all of this. How would this woman—so beautifully endowed—react when she sees Yuan Shi Tian Zun, once so noble, now humbly kneeling before another woman, or diligently cultivating his life at her side? To tear apart the love of such a beautiful woman must surely be a delight. Zhu Rong smiles gently and says, "Regarding Chi Yue An's matter, I am truly sorry. Though I have been divorced from him for some time, the Zhu family has indeed been quietly supporting him. Yet, I never expected him to act so self-serving." Huh—this woman actually speaks human language? Zhang Yuanqing is somewhat surprised. He had assumed Zhu Rong would come to deliver a formal complaint. He glanced at Zhu Rong for a moment, showing no lingering admiration for the beauty of the young wife, his gaze fixed steadily toward the arena, and said softly, "So what?" Not at all—every time I see her, I immediately think of the audio recordings from the Magus's training sessions... Zhang Yuanqing mentally groaned. It's just like when you happen to meet a Japanese teacher in real life—you're instantly reminded of scenes where she kneels or bows, or even has her knees pressing against her shoulders. Zhu Rong raised an eyebrow. In her previous words, she had radiated the strength of a master musician—no man could resist her. Yet to his surprise, the Prime Immortal remained unmoved. Taking a deep breath, Zhu Rong softened her expression, her tone gently playful, saying, "To express my apologies, I'd like to invite you for a meal—just to set aside the matter of Ci Yue An." Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing's face grew stern, "You're suggesting that I overlook the charges against Ci Yue An—accusations of misconduct, unjust imprisonment of innocent women, and forced silver sales—just with a single meal?" "Useless. My charm has completely gone to waste," Zhu Rong said, her expression slightly stiff as she quietly withdrew her skills as a musician, speaking with calm composure. "You must understand two things: first, Copper Rooster Pavilion has stood for ten years, and ten years ago, I had not yet married with Chi Yue'an. Second, Chi Yue'an's actions have nothing to do with me. 'If you don't give me the courtesy, then so be it.'" With that, she turned and walked away. Zhang Yuanqing watched her graceful silhouette recede, her slender waist and full, moon-like buttocks beneath her flowing gown particularly alluring as she moved. How could the魔君 have hesitated to kill her, given such a splendid figure and delicate features? "What exactly does she want?" Zhang Yuanqing asked the elder court maid beside him. The scout's keen eyes should have been able to discern something. "She wants to sleep with you!" the court maid replied with impatience. "I'm going to speak to you about serious matters," Zhang Yuanqing said, growing displeased, "don't always keep driving!" "Guan Ya straightened her brows, coldly笑道, 'I've told you the truth—this woman has a strong desire to conquer and to mate with you. Believe me, if you simply sit and lie on the bed, doing nothing at all, she'll climb up on her own and start moving around.' 'Is there really such a good thing?' Zhang Yuanqing was both surprised and delighted. Guan Ya chuckled softly, smiling, 'You knew it was good yet still refused? What method did you use to resist the charm of the musicians?' Zhang Yuanqing paused, then suddenly turned pale, his heart as if drained of color. 'What's wrong?' Guan Ya was puzzled. 'Nothing... nothing at all,' Zhang Yuanqing said, realizing the topic was too heavy to dwell on, and thus changed the subject, 'Has anyone ever tried to emulate Fu Qingyang, mastering the skills of rule-setting and control?' Guan Ya gave a clear affirmative: 'Of course. The Fu family and the White Tiger troops once sparked a widespread enthusiasm for deepening insight. Many members of the Fu family now practice the technique of precise strikes, day after day.' Yet, for so many years, no one has succeeded—only the Over-the-River Soldier has made significant strides in the field of Insight, earning the title of Xiao Qingyang. Pausing, Guan Ya said, "My belief is that when Insight is refined to its peak, Fu Qingyang will perceive every possible countermeasure his opponent might deploy. At that point, he will eliminate these countermeasures in some way, thereby establishing an unavoidable rule." "How accurate is this assessment?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed doubt. "Fu Qingyang himself has stated exactly the same." Guan Ya gave a light scoff. Zhang Yuanqing now felt a deeper conviction in Fu Qingyang's reputation. Guan Ya truly is a liability—she possesses strong talent yet remains passive, like a dull fish. ... After Zhu Rong left, she did not continue watching the match and returned to reality. She rose from the Empress's bed, removed her outer coat, and walked to the bookshelf, gently pressing the mechanism disguised as a light switch. The bookshelf's base featured a sliding track; upon pressing the switch, it opened silently to one side. Behind the bookshelf lay a dimly lit room, illuminated only by two crystal lotus lamps, the light soft and subdued. On a table draped with yellow silk, a set of candlesticks stood, each holding a red wax candle. Beneath the candlesticks was a bronze basin filled with glutinous rice, copper coins strung with red thread, yellow paper talismans painted with vermilion, a porcelain bowl containing an unknown liquid, incense, a bronze bell, an octagonal mirror, and three translucent leaves resembling rubies. There was also a small wooden puppet, about the size of a palm. This puppet had no facial features and was the most rudimentary human form. Ah, one more thing—before I go, I’ll give you a piece of equipment. It’s called the "Evil Altar," a tool used by the exorcists, of Saint-tier quality, capable of casting curses and draining good fortune. As the saying goes, "A night of marriage brings a hundred days of grace"—over the course of this month, we’ve been living as husband and wife every day. So, this piece of equipment is my gift to you, a token of our shared month. And whenever I find time, I’ll come to your family’s home to visit. That farewell marked the final separation between Zhu Rong and the Demon King. Later, last month, Zhu Rong heard the news that the Demon King had passed away. "Your departure was too sudden, wasn’t it? How could you leave so easily? You should have fallen at my hands—died in my arms… I should have killed you myself…" Zhu Rong murmured, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and joy, of both regret and resentment. A man who breaks his word. Zhu Rong took a deep breath, her rosy face revealing a delicate, slightly ill smile. "But that's all right. I've found your substitute. I will treat him just as you once treated me—make him suffer unbearably, drown him in lust, strip him of his dignity, and ensure he never forgets me..." She picked up a leaf, tossed it into the bronze medicine pot, then with her jade hands took the mortar and gently crushed it. Next, she lifted a small porcelain bowl, poured the dark liquid into the pot, and continued to crush and stir. Once the dark liquid and leaf fragments were thoroughly blended, she spread out a yellow paper talisman, dipped her fine brush in the "ink" from the pot, and wrote four characters: Yuan Shi Tian Zun! With the brush resting, Zhu Rong affixed the talisman to the wooden figure. A moment later, the figure's face took shape, clearly resembling Yuan Qing. Zhu Rong then picked up a copper coin sword and gently pressed it onto the figure. The blessing of Xiao Fu was thus complete. From today, Yuan Shi Tian Zun will suffer a series of misfortunes, so bad that even drinking cold water will cause him to have food stuck between his teeth. Three days later, he will meet his end due to an unforeseen accident. As long as he hasn't reached the rank of a Sage, he will inevitably perish. The loss of fortune won't manifest as direct harm—it will happen silently and go unnoticed. Those affected will only find themselves suddenly experiencing a sharp decline in luck. Zhu Rong doesn't intend for the young man to die; instead, she wants him to endure a few hardships first, then intervene with pressure. She originally planned to first charm him with her allure and then apply pressure, so she deliberately invited Yuan Shi Tian Zun to dinner. Yet, surprisingly, the young man completely ignored her charm. With that, there's nothing more to say—she will now directly use her techniques to make him yield, and then disgrace him. When he came out, his grandmother launched into a scolding: "Why have you been locking the doors every day lately? Do you think I'll dismantle the lock in your room?" "Grandmother, I need some private space..." Jiang Yueyi said. On hearing this, Jiang Yueyi laughed heartily. "Mom, go check his trash can right away." As soon as she finished speaking, she was immediately cut off by her grandmother, who angrily declared, "A young lady should never speak such awkward things all the time!" Jiang Yueyi pressed her hand to her head, gave her mother a wrinkled nose, and then turned to the nephew who had just arrived. "Yuanzi, tomorrow Aunt Ming will take you shopping." Jiang Yueyi had taken a day off tomorrow and had finally been able to unleash her long-suppressed shopping enthusiasm after a week of restraint. She decided to take advantage of the opportunity today to squeeze some value out of her well-off nephew. "No, I have something in the afternoon," Zhang Yuanqing replied coldly. He had already met Mr. Bill at the arena and had arranged to meet with him tomorrow to discuss a transaction. He only mentioned selling a piece He no longer finds Zhu Rong beautiful—that’s a very bad sign. "Come on, come on," Auntie twisted her waist playfully, cooing. "No way!" Zhang Yuanqing remained cold and indifferent once again. As he spoke, he was about to walk toward the dining table, but suddenly slipped on his feet, fell forward, and his knees "thud" against the floor, kneeling right before Auntie. Jiang Yubei widened her beautiful eyes, utterly astonished, saying, "Just stay put then—there’s no need to kneel and apologize."