"Why was the meeting dismissed before I even asked about the killing quest? Is the Tenth Step Elder rushing to kill people, or rushing to meet someone?" Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself, closing the meeting software and opening the official internal email system, logging into Yuan Shi Tian Zun's account. Indeed, he received an internal email: #List of Members and Independent Practitioners from the Evil Organization at the Transcendent Realm# Zhang Yuanqing clicked to download two attached tables and first opened the list of members from the Evil Organization. 1: A-1: Level 3 Wugui Master 2: Good Minister Who Kills His Sovereign: Level 3 Illusionist 3: I Control My Fate, Not the Heaven: Level 3 Illusionist 4: Human Nature Is Inherently Evil: Level 3 Illusionist 5: Boundless Restrictions: Level 3 Enchanted Beast 6: Shatters the Celestial Sky: Level 3 Wugui Master 7: … "These people—how they've chosen their Realm IDs, all carrying a sense of resentment," Zhang Yuanqing thought, noting that he didn't see any names associated with embarrassment or social death, and felt somewhat disappointed Yet that makes perfect sense—evil professions are typically people burdened with hardships and deep grievances, hardly having the leisure or inclination to adopt names that carry such profound shame. The list totals ten individuals, all seed talents nurtured by the three major evil organizations. Each comes with a commentary and record of achievements, all of them exceptionally dangerous. Particularly the top three: A-1, the loyal minister who chooses his sovereign and kills him, and "My fate is mine, not heaven's"—these three have all personally defeated four-tiered saints through ambushes, strategic use of tools, or with the aid of allies. Regardless of the method employed—whether through careful planning, specialized tools, or coordinated support—each has achieved a decisive victory over a saint, overcoming overwhelming odds. After all, the gap between saints and transcendent beings is vast; it's far from something that can be easily accomplished by merely a group of three-tiered transcendents rallying together. "With my current strength, combined with my spiritual servants and equipment, I can certainly defeat a newly promoted Saint of Level 4. However, if that Saint has over 50% experience—such a fight becomes challenging. If their experience reaches 90%, even with all my reserves, I won't be able to win." "The Saintly candidates cultivated by the evil organization are indeed formidable..." Zhang Yuanqing suddenly thought of Li Xianzong—should he survive, he'd definitely rank in the top five. Back in Yin-Yang Town, Li Xianzong had been defeated merely through clever tactics. When the final confrontation came, Li had already endured battles through the first two stages, and the relentless assault of the final boss, leaving him injured and severely fatigued. It was only after Zhang Yuanqing activated the Yin-Yang Array—whose water and fire dual forms had no concept of physical stamina—that Li was ultimately worn down and defeated. "I'm not afraid of fighting them one-on-one, but if they surround and overwhelm me, I'm in serious danger." Zhang Yuanqing then opened the list of independent practitioners. 1: Only I Am Supreme—Level 3 Water Ghost. 2: All the World 3: Lich Knight: 3rd-level Night Warden. 4: Justice in the Blade: 3rd-level Diviner. 5: Gazing into the Cauldron: 3rd-level Earth Monster. 6: Nine-Leak Fish: 3rd-level Scout. 7: ... The list of independent practitioners is compiled without distinction between Lawful and Chaotic, gathering together extraordinary-tier heroes who have strong reputations among the common people, impressive records of achievements, and are currently under official attention. Among them, the top-ranked "Only I Am Supreme" and the sixth-ranked "Nine-Leak Fish" are highlighted in red, indicating they are under special focus. "Only I Am Supreme" has achieved a notable feat: he once matched a Senior Official from the Five Elements Alliance in a direct duel. He possesses a device known as the "Water God Seal," which enables it to manifest a genuine body of water. When water spirits occupy a favorable terrain, they can hold their own against any peak-tier profession. Combined with "Only I Am Supreme's" masterful command of water, he remains unbeatable even when nearing exhaustion—unless a specialized water-weakening artifact or ability is employed. "Evolved a genuine aquatic realm... somewhat similar to my Yin-Yang robe. Regardless of which ranking list you consult, those who secure the top spot clearly possess exceptional talent. As for this Nine-Leak Fish..." Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the evaluation and annotations, which were remarkably concise: "Dual blades, exceptional swordmanship, reportedly possessing swordmaster-level prowess, yet rarely engages in combat." "If I'm not mistaken, swordmaster is the title acquired upon a scout's promotion. So, the Nine-Leak Fish possesses swordmaster-level skill—does this refer to an item? Yet if it were an item, the evaluation should explicitly mention it. Exceptional swordmanship? That's precisely what enables him to rival a swordmaster." Aside from these two, the top ten figures on the independent practitioners' list are all elite talents, though they fall short of the caliber of Zhao Chenghuang—officially cultivated and nurtured seeds. There remains a noticeable gap between the regular military and the hired forces. "I'm already among the very top tier of the competitors—probably they fear me, not the other way around. But there's a crisis involving Saint Realm cultivators in the killing quest, and with such a complex environment, the actual execution is quite another matter. After all, I'm only better than them, not overwhelmingly so..." Zhang Yuanqing sat at the table, mentally simulating the various scenarios he might encounter once inside the quest. Time flew by swiftly. "Kou Beiyue naturally remarked: 'In such an important setting, one must pay attention to one's attire. If an外卖 delivery person wears their uniform to a formal event, they would surely be looked down upon.' The person known as Xue Meng smiled and said: 'Who dares to look down upon me? If they can't defeat me, then being overlooked by someone stronger is entirely understandable. Besides, the role of a delivery person is sacred. Wearing this uniform, I feel as though I'm clad in armor.' 'Beiyue, we of our kind value freedom and spontaneity—don't fuss over so many formalities. You don't at all resemble a persuasive spirit of the fairy kind.' Xiao Yuan often tells me to abide by rules and maintain decorum... Kou Beiyue couldn't convince him, yet didn't wish to hear him drone on. So she simply said: 'Shall we set off now?' "Pointing at the black executive sedan parked outside the office, he said, 'We'll take that car. But before we leave...' He walked over to Kou Beiyue, searching him from top to bottom, then smiled and explained, 'This is part of the procedure—yes, please take out your phone, turn it off, and leave it at the office.' After carefully checking and confirming that Kou Beiyue had only one phone and no other communication devices, the man named Ren Xue Mangu called over a delivery courier and handed him the phone. 'Don't lose it—this one's brand new, and it cost me 1,500 yuan.' Kou Beiyue watched his beloved phone closely. He didn't mind if the information on it was being monitored, because before coming, he had deleted all contact numbers—those of Xiao Yuan, Yuan Shishen, and the other members of the Wu Heng Master's team. The two of them got into the sedan, the electric doors closed automatically, and the car smoothly drove onto the lane, gradually receding. …Zhang Yuanqing awoke to the gentle knock of the rabbit maid at the door. Indeed, I didn't ask for a bed service—no, a wake-up service… Zhang Yuanqing murmured his dissatisfaction as he replied, “What’s going on!” He thought it might be about breakfast. The rabbit maid, her voice soft and melodic, said, “Mr. Yuanshi, the lord has sent me to invite you down to the ground floor—he’s waiting for you there.” Waiting for me at the ground floor… Has he captured a seductive demon? Zhang Yuanqing’s eyes brightened, his drowsiness instantly lifted. He quickly pulled aside the covers, dressed himself, and after a simple morning routine, hurried down to the ground floor. With the rabbit maid’s assistance, he opened the access gate to the private prison. In the second cell near the stairwell, he found Fu Qingyang. Dressed in a pristine white standard officer’s uniform, he stood straight and upright in the single room. On the bed lay a tall, well-proportioned woman—indeed, a striking beauty. Yes, the female evil occupation that Fu Qingyang had assigned to him this time possessed a sharp, oval face, a straight and refined nose, beautifully shaped lips with a rosy hue, and long, straight eyebrows. Her eyelashes were thick, and when she closed her eyes, the image that flashed through Zhang Yuanqing's mind was: which popular online streamer is this? The creature's appearance embodied the quintessential online influencer look—indeed, one of the top-tier among such faces. Beyond her refined beauty, her figure was mature and vibrant, with a strong, commanding presence even when lying down, a slender waist, and a flat abdomen. Below the waist, the curves became fuller, her thighs rounded and well-defined, and her hips firm, lifted, and well-contoured—exactly the physique cultivated in a gym to specifically attract the opposite sex. Fu Qingyang nodded upon seeing him enter, then turned to the woman on the bed and began to introduce her: "Time is limited—we've only been able to locate this body. Her spiritual realm ID is 'Blood Rose,' a level-3 enchantment-type demon with approximately 40% experience. She's a female streamer who holds a deep, almost pathological resentment toward men. She specifically lures men into her live streams to encourage donations, then requests their contact information, using her physical charm to entice wealthy men to meet her in person—only to murder them once they're off-stream. Bai Hui has been monitoring her for a long time. Originally, he intended to wait and patiently build up her network to uncover the forces behind her operations..." After presenting the woman's background, Fu Qingyang added: "I've just administered a poison to her. In three minutes, she will fully succumb." The money-owning young lord remained composed, his expression cold and his tone calm—seeming to treat the death of a woman of breathtaking beauty as if it were that of a mere piece of trash. Indeed, given the gravity of this woman's crimes, death was the most just outcome. Fu Qingyang turned his gaze to the cart in the corner of the room and said, "The materials for crafting the Yin Corpse have been prepared for you. Additionally, I've included a burst stone and a spiritual log. The five elements of wood generate fire—these two properties complement each other perfectly and represent the limit of what you can achieve. Should the attempt fail, I will provide you with a fresh set." Failing and then providing a new one... Zhang Yuanqing nearly fell on his knees in gratitude. When he first purchased the materials for the Wandering One, he had spent a full four million. Zhang Yuanqing feigned modesty and said, "Major, how much do the materials cost? I'll transfer the payment to you." Fu Qingyang glanced at him and said calmly, "Use the method you're most skilled at." Zhang Yuanqing bowed deeply, "Thank you, Major, for your guidance and support. Your wisdom and virtue inspire me. To join the White Guard is my great honor, and I shall remain loyal to you forever." Fu Qingyang nodded in satisfaction, "She's gone. Begin." Zhang Yuanqing didn’t hesitate. He walked to the cart, skillfully preparing the "ink" for drawing the spiritual scrolls. Holding the cup of "ink" in one hand and the fine brush in the other, he went to the bedside. He placed the cup and brush on the nightstand, then summoned the Blood-Drinking Blade. The blade’s edge sliced through the T-shirt along the neckline of the Blood-Rosette, then down the skirt, swiftly stripping the body bare. The body still retained warmth and was in its most perfect condition—poisoning was the best way to preserve the flesh. Though Zhang Yuanqing hadn’t explicitly emphasized this to Fu Qingyang, with Qian Gong’s discernment, how could he not have known? Place the corporeal form of the Blood Rhododendron, the Shattering Stone, and the Spirit Wood within the array. With black light pulsing in his eyes, Zhang Yuanqing channels the power of the Yin to the Spirit Scroll Array. Amid a series of vivid and shifting glimmers, his second Yin corpse is successfully forged. Eagerly, Zhang Yuanqing activates the imprints within his consciousness to examine the capabilities of this new Yin corpse. First, the passive ability "Bloodthirsty Fury" from the spirit-possessing monster is retained. Second, the Spirit Wood bestows upon the Yin corpse sustained endurance (physical stamina), similar to the endurance of the first deceased. Without requiring Zhang Yuanqing to continuously channel Yin energy, the Yin corpse maintains exceptional stamina on its own—indeed, even as Zhang Yuanqing himself grows fatigued, the Yin corpse continues to engage in fierce combat for three hundred rounds. Finally, the Yin corpse gains fire resistance, enabling it to endure for thirty minutes under continuous flame exposure, reducing damage by fifty percent from attacks such as fireballs and fire spears. Finally, there is the ability formed when the materials of Lingmu and Bolei Stone are combined. The Yin Shi can use the wooden spiritual energy within its body as fuel to activate the power of the Bolei Stone, briefly unleashing powerful combat capabilities—similar to the "Furious" skill of a Saint-level Fire Master. Of course, it won't reach that level of enhancement. The cost is that the burst of power lasts only five minutes; once that time elapses, the Yin Shi enters a state of weakness, suffering significant loss in combat effectiveness and requiring two hours to recover. This "burst" ability, combined with the Bloodthirsty Fury of the Wandering Spirit, creates a dual buff effect. It's unclear how strong this synergy will make the Yin Shi, but it certainly appears stronger than the first version of the deceased. Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed. He believed that, under the dual buff effect, even if his Yin Shi didn't surpass Zhao Chenghuang's Saint-level Yin Shi, it would at least be capable of holding its own. Observing the successful creation of the Yin Shi, Fu Qingyang remarked, "I have other matters to attend to!" Without waiting for Zhang Yuanqing's response, he turned and "Move slowly, captain," Zhang Yuanqing called after his back. Once the captain's footsteps faded, Zhang Yuanqing examined his pallid corpse—sharp jawline, large, bright eyes, refined and flawless features, a textbook beauty, just like a popular influencer. Yet it was those round, large eyes that now appeared dull and lifeless, lacking any spark. This significantly diminished her charm. Ah—perhaps I can have the ghost bride inhabit this corpse. A living, vibrant body would be the ideal vessel for the spirit servant... Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had a thought, and immediately devised a way to unite the spirit servant with the corpse. With the idea formed, he promptly expelled the ghost bride. As the ethereal woman in a vibrant crimson bridal gown appeared, the eerie atmosphere swiftly filled the single-room space. "Come, lady, try entering this body," Zhang Yuanqing said. At once, the ghost bride drifted toward the corpse, her crimson gown overlapping with the pale form. In that moment, a subtle glow began to gather within the blood-rose eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered, and the once-dull gaze softened into a gentle, tender one, fixed warmly upon Zhang Yuanqing. Cherry-blossom-softly voiced, the young bride said, "My lord, is this the physical form you've sought for me?" With genuine delight, she spun once, her face glowing with gentle, radiant smiles. Her expression and demeanor were indistinguishable from those of a living person. Though the essence of a shade-body could never be altered, having a person who could speak and smile beside her was far better than carrying a cold, lifeless corpse. Zhang Yuanqing nodded, smoothly adding, "Then I'm glad!" The ghost bride's eyes sparkled with quiet affection, stepping gently toward Zhang Yuanqing. Her movements were light and graceful, subtle enough to evoke the image of "stepping with grace like lotus blossoms." She nestled contentedly against her husband's embrace. Zhang Yuanqing had originally intended to gently push her away, but considering that "bride" was a role bestowed upon her by the spiritual realm, insisting on maintaining a physical distance to establish her status might have clashed with the ghost bride's character, potentially creating an unfavorable impression. For instance, her loyalty has waned, her resentment has deepened, and her yang energy has grown impure—then, it’s her turn. After all, no one else is around. At this moment, the ghost bride, bashful, asks: “Lord, did you bring me a physical body so that I might share a bed with you?” After all, she has no blood—otherwise, she’d be flushed with embarrassment right now. ……Zhang Yuanqing suddenly feels as though he’s accidentally knocked himself over with a stone he’d been carrying. When he still had no body, he could always find excuses to delay. Now that a solid body is finally here, he can’t think of any reason to refuse. But I’m not a magical sovereign! Just then, steady footsteps echo down the corridor, and then Fu Qingyang appears at the door. He must have forgotten what he’d come to say, so he returns—yet now it matters little. As soon as the young lord sees the scene within, the calm gaze in his eyes suddenly sharpens. That usually cold face flashed surprise, astonishment, disdain, and a deep sense of pity… Zhang Yuanqing's expression stiffened, and he trembled, saying, "Captain, hear me out..." Fu Qingyang replied coldly, "No need to justify yourself—just keep away from Guan Ya from now on." Zhang Yuanqing: "...” … Three hours later, the business vehicle arrived in Jiangnan Province, at a town called Tongzhen. It seemed to be a tourist destination, with travelers holding umbrellas bustling in and out, lively and vibrant. The town had no concrete roads—only stone pathways, clear streams winding through them, and wu-peng boats gliding slowly beneath stone bridges. On both banks of the river stood tea houses and restaurants, banners and cloth banners fluttering gently in the breeze. After purchasing tickets for the scenic area, Kou Beiyue followed the crowd into the ancient town, wandering through its charming Jiangnan setting. As a young child who had never traveled far, he was eager to explore. But not long after, they reached the entrance of a tea house. Human Blood Steamed Bun lowered his voice: "This is where the summit will take place. Once you're inside, please don't speak too much." Kou Beiyue immediately replied: "I'd like to go to the restroom." It was true—he had been eager to use the restroom since leaving Songhai and heading toward Tongzhen, a three-hour journey. "You called me earlier at the service area to ask me to refill the water, but I didn't go..." Human Blood Steamed Bun said with a sigh. "There's a restroom inside. I'll go with you." The two entered the tea house, asked the front desk attendant, and headed straight for the restroom at the corner. Kou Beiyue didn’t choose the toilet stall—he went into a private cubicle instead. There, he pulled out a staff member and opened the item shelf, taking out a dark jade tablet. He had deliberately avoided using the restroom at the service area in order to create an opportunity to use the jade tablet. Before entering the conference hall, he would surely face a test. To pass it, he needed to contact Master Wuhen in advance, borrow strength from him, and thus pass the test unscathed "Plip-plip~" "Click~" Under the cover of the flushing toilet's sound, Kou Beiyue gently crushed the jade tablet, and instantly, an intangible ripple spread out, like a spring breeze cleansing the soul. She tossed the fragments of the tablet into the toilet, letting them be carried along by the flowing water, then zipped up the flap and pushed open the door. "Let's go!" she said to the person-shaped blood bun waiting at the doorway.