Fu Qingyang and Yuan Shi Tianzun must die—one of them. Kou Beiyue was startled and asked, "What plans do your fellow rebels have? How exactly do you intend to hunt down Yuan Shi Tianzun?" The person-looking-like-a-mutton-stuffed-bread, with a handsome appearance and sharp eyes—like a small wolf dog—Kou Beiyue found himself silent. Inside, he felt a pang of concern, wondering if his excessive interest in the matter had raised the others' suspicions. At that moment, he noticed that the person-looking-like-a-mutton-stuffed-bread's gaze had shifted from serious to compassionate, and he sighed, "Beiyue, I just mentioned that this year's summit will be held in Jiangnan Province, discussing strategies to hunt down the lawful, orderly professions. Haven't we even started yet?" Ah, right—haven't we even started yet... Kou Beiyue suddenly realized, his face warming up. He awkwardly changed the subject, "So, how does one attend the summit? Can we go and just watch the proceedings?" Kou Beiyue hoped to use the person-looking-like-a-mutton-stuffed-bread as a bridge to infiltrate the enemy ranks and gather intelligence on He has now reconciled with his parents, and the family has returned to Jinshan City. The compensation of 300,000 yuan allows his father, who has suffered from physical strain, to rest and recuperate for a year or so, free from financial worries. In recent days, the only thing his parents have done is carry the instruction manuals issued by the Public Security Bureau and a box of milk, visiting relatives one by one. Although the murderer who killed their daughter has not been apprehended, being able to clear their son's name and restore their reputation has been a rebirth for them—such a modest citizen. Therefore, Kou Beiyue is deeply grateful to Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn. If given the chance, he would surely give his life in return for this kindness. "But don't you want to join?" Ren Xue Mantou shook his head repeatedly. "My level isn't high enough—I'm not qualified to participate in the combat dungeons." Hearing this, Kou Beiyue looked surprised and said, "Your level hasn't reached the threshold yet? That can't be—your strength is clearly on par with mine." Ren Xue Mantou stared at him with the expression of someone looking at a fool. "I'm only level 4." "Ah? Oh..." After a moment of silence, both of them received a soft electronic chime from their phones: "You have a new order!" Kou Beiyue and Ren Xue Mantou immediately entered battle mode, rushing out of the logistics company and heading for their electric bikes. "Let's get this settled first—I've been given a negative review by a customer today. Ugh," Ren Xue Mantou complained. "Oh, negative reviews are indeed hard to handle—they completely ruin a good day. But still, better than having you run up and down stairs all the time. Nowadays, people are so demanding—just a few dollars' worth of delivery, and they treat you like the Empress Ci Xi." "Just get rid of these people directly. Tonight, I'll eliminate all the customers who left negative reviews. Hey, keep going, keep delivering, and create a beautiful future together!" ... Since today's online meeting runs long, Zhang Yuanqing is worried that her aunt might drop by to play games or that her grandparents might hear about the meeting content, so she plans to stay at Fu Qingyang's spacious villa for the day. After lunch, Zhang Yuanqing checked into a single room and napped for two hours. Then she woke up refreshed. The elegant rabbit lady delivered a complete, unwrapped outfit—casual wear, athletic pants, running shoes, socks, and a box of seemingly premium underwear. "You can take a bath, and then we'll have afternoon tea shortly," the tall, graceful rabbit lady smiled warmly, fully showcasing her mature charm with a gentle voice. "Mr. Yuan Shi can also prepare a menu—we'll specially prepare meals in the kitchen, whether Chinese or Western style." Fu Qingyang's lifestyle is truly extravagant, to the point of being appalling. When it comes to menu planning, how about twenty years' worth of premium abalone? Zhang Yuanqing smiled and said, "I don't mind what I eat—my only drink is iced milk tea!" After bathing and dressing in an expensive outfit, Zhang Yuanqing sat by his desk, habitually pushing aside sticky notes, jotting down the preparations he needed to make before entering the killing-themed quest. The large-scale slaughter raid is the most perilous—when the number of participants is high, the risks inevitably mount, and the more reserves you have, the greater the security. Third, gather the sacrificial materials. Zhang Yuanqing intends to treat this as a contingency measure rather than a primary reserve, because the materials are simply too expensive. Among the sacrificial materials, there is one core item—a thing that embodies the power of the Sun God. While the specific nature of this item isn't specified, it must inherently possess the Sun God's power. Zhang Yuanqing had initially been delighted, as he happened to possess exactly such an item: the Subduer of Demons杵! However, as he eagerly browsed through the official documentation to locate the other materials, his spirits quickly sank. The materials mentioned—such as Yin Jade, Yin body fluid of Saint-tier quality, Blood Stone, Soul Crystals, and twelve others—are relatively rare and precious within the Night-Wanderer God's exclusive spiritual realms. Together, they total two million. A single set of materials could bankrupt him—still not enough! So the idea of trying it was abandoned. Yet he wasn't giving up, because the more expensive the materials, the better the effect of the offering—thus, he devised a plan: borrow funds from the Songhai branch and use their network to procure materials sufficient for a single offering. If the offering is utilized during the slaughter quest, then all the preparations will have been worthwhile. Should the offering materials go unused after exiting the quest, they can be returned to the Songhai branch, settling the debt. In the worst case—where an offering is set up but the character dies in the slaughter quest—the debt is automatically waived, as the person's life is no longer in question. After all, no matter what, he wouldn't lose anything! Zhang Yuanqing sat at his desk, pondering for a long time, and wrote down the fourth item: Use one of the teleportation talismans. He intended to enter the quest first, then attempt using the talisman within the quest to access a second one. If this plan works, then whenever he faces an insurmountable life-or-death crisis in the Killing Arena, he can transmit himself out of the arena via the Jade Seal. Zhang Yuanqing pulled out his phone and sent a message to Xiao Lücha: "Hey, book the Princess for 2 a.m.—same spot!" Xie Lingxi: "Oh (scoffs)." At that moment, the knock on the door sounded, and the rabbit maid entered, pushing a dining cart into the room. Watching the well-proportioned, lovely rabbit maid busily arranging plates and pouring drinks, Zhang Yuanqing once again admired how affluent Fu Qingyang's lifestyle was—yet how utterly lacking in grace. Ling Jun had privately told him that Fu Qingyang had many shortcomings: he loved to show off and maintain a grand style, matching even the expectations of a noble family's son, and had absolutely no connection with the word "modest." His greatest flaw, however, was his lack of interest in women. Zhang Yuanqing had nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, yes—his household has so many beautiful rabbit maids. If it were me, I'd be drinking and enjoying myself every day." Lingjun said with disdain, "Now you can finally enjoy wine and leisure—with the reputation and status of Yuanshishen, you could easily find a hundred rabbit maids. You're just a talkative, colorless college student with all the heart but no courage. Zhang Yuanqing was truly furious—Lingjun had always seen people exactly as they were! Beauty is their usual tactic, but most of the time, members of the Ministry maintain a distant, yet engaged relationship with their targets. High-level allure means being visible but not actually reachable—only when necessary are they invited to join the journey to Wu Shan, where they can then exert control and achieve their objectives. "I believe Yuan Shi Tian Zun's talent is on par with that of the Magician King. His future potential is exceptionally high. With the loss of the Magician King as a key piece, the Association should promptly replenish this position. I am willing to represent the Association in securing Yuan Shi Tian Zun. I hope the Association will appoint someone to take over my responsibilities and assign another assistant to Bill." Targets of this caliber truly require a shared journey to Wu Shan to achieve effective control. After writing the email, Anne reviewed it several times before clicking send. Fifteen minutes later, she received a reply from the Minister of Foreign Affairs: "We have not gathered any information about Yuan Shi Tian Zun. He has risen so swiftly, like a comet." His performance during the transcendent stage is on par with any young prodigy's early achievements, including the Magus King. "Since the Magus King's passing, the Director has been holding a grudge. She knows of Yuan Shi Tian Zun's existence and will surely be interested. I'll keep her informed promptly. Anny, you've done an excellent job, but please don't rush—The Killing Quest will soon begin. I believe the right moment is when he is elevated to the status of Saint. "We'll have the perfect opportunity to assess his potential, as you know, the ranking in the Killing Quest is the key indicator of a new Saint's potential." Anny, who had already purchased the pork tail-themed kitchenware, closed the email with confidence and rose to walk toward Mr. Bill's office. "Bill, the Director has approved my request. After the Killing Quest concludes, she'll assign you a new assistant." With a warm smile, Anny pushed open the glass door of the office. Mr. Bill, seated on the soft sand of the lounge area with a cigar between his fingers, smiled and said, "You can certainly serve as both my assistant and my master, and I wouldn't mind at all." Annie's expression was serious. "Please don't question my professional standards." Bill shrugged. Annie and Bill were in a formal superior-subordinate relationship—assistant to boss. Bill was a client of the Goddess Association, and Annie's role was to maintain that client relationship and handle his affairs. Work involving the maintenance of a friendly alliance rarely required physical attraction, since both parties shared mutual interests. Of course, neither the Goddess Association nor the Merchant Guild had any official rule stating that such a relationship could not develop into a personal one. However, by the nature of the profession of love and desire, once the service shifted from administrative duties to the handling of physical desires, the dynamic of their relationship would change. Annie would become the superior, and Bill the subordinate. Bill was a shrewd businessman and would never make such a basic mistake. "Then, before you leave me, could you please clarify my concerns?" Bill, with the warm tone of a mature middle-aged man, set down his cigar and smiled. "The Muse Association has assigned you a task regarding the King of Magic. I don't see why a recently returned spirit would need an investigation." Bill smiled. Anne also offered a graceful smile: "That's the secret." Bill nodded and continued: "I really hope to believe that you two are so sharp—yet still have moments of confusion?" Anne's expression grew odd. "The only time the Chairman ever gets confused is when it comes to the bedroom. I've heard the King of Magic is rare indeed—someone who can actually make the Chairman beg." "...", Bill suddenly grew angry, exclaiming, "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! No man could possibly do that! The King of Magic must have used props—definitely props!" ... After enjoying a perfectly brewed afternoon tea, Zhang Yuanqing locked the door, drew the curtains, and took out a jade token for transmission. "Crack!" With a firm grip, he crushed the token between his fingers. The next instant, the jade token transformed into a luminous screen, hovering before him: 【Please select your destination. If you wish to travel to the real world, simply visualize the scene in your mind. If you are heading to Lingjing, please recite the name and the number of Lingjing! Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and said softly, "Jinshui Theme Park, number: 6203."