Clearing two S-rank spiritual realms, defeating Li Xianzong within the quest, and claiming the championship in the arena tournament—this string of achievements has left the present transcendental wanderers feeling utterly hopeless. The Elder with a thousand faces seemed entirely unaware of the guests' expressions, turning instead to the graceful young man by the window and smiling, "Yi, do you have the confidence to defeat him?" The young man, with a calm demeanor, unimpressed by everything, replied simply, "I'll try to kill him." The Elder then turned to "Liang Chen Zhe Zhu," asking, "And you, Fat One?" "Liang Chen Zhe Zhu" scratched his head, "I feel I won't be able to beat him." The serpent woman at the main table flicked her tongue and remarked, "Look at these unambitious ones—they're already intimidated before even entering the quest. It's a pity that the mysterious eye judge passed away early. If the Fallen Cup had remained, it could have made the Primordial Sovereign its servant, thus mastering this extraordinary prodigy." "Both members of the Western Division, 'Chang San, the Rampant One,' chuckled, saying, 'It turns out that the Master of the Strange Eye simply cannot control top-tier talents. Given Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn's potential, he's likely to be the second Magus.' The Snake Lady raised her delicate brows, giggling, 'I'm curious whether Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn is as powerful as the Magus. Ah, I suddenly feel like I'm missing the Magus.' At that moment, 'My Fate Is Mine, Not Heaven's' suddenly said, 'Senior, you've only mentioned his strengths, not his weaknesses.' The Senior with a Thousand Faces replied, 'During Li Xianzong's pursuit and defeat of him, it becomes clear that Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn has a notably poor close-combat ability. Though he has improved over time, he still falls far short of being outstanding. He possesses a highly capable corpse warrior, but lacks a spiritual attendant of a corresponding rank.' 'As for personality traits,' asked 'My Fate Is Mine, Not Heaven's,' 'are there any serious flaws? For instance, is he greedy, or fond of beauty?' The Senior with a Thousand Faces shook her The Color-Desire General suddenly spoke: "When the Magician's Eye was in Songhai, it investigated Yuan Shǐ Tianzūn and rated him as: a peer among peers! He seems to have a moral purist streak—he cannot bear anything messy or unclean, which is often referred to as a 'saintly mother.' You might try approaching it from that angle." Ah? Is Yuan Shǐ Tianzūn a 'saintly mother'? Though he is indeed a good person, how does he merit those two words...? Listening attentively and gathering intelligence, Kou Beiyue felt that the others were unfairly criticizing Yuan Shǐ Tianzūn. A moral purist—then one could target his habits in wine, women, wealth, and status, gradually eroding his resolve and weakening his spirit. From the perspective of illusion magic, there are countless possibilities. "My fate lies in my own hands," he smiled. "Thank you, General." "Let me share my thoughts!" A young man, wearing only a large pair of pants, sat cross-legged on a chair, with a pair of slippers beside him. He glanced around at the gathered group, speaking calmly and deliberately: "The Ah Yi, the stout one, I've had experience hunting down 4th-level foes—my record isn't far behind the Prime Immortal's. "Then the decisive factor really comes down to numbers and the instance dungeons. "The number of lawful, orderly professions must surely exceed ours, and the Prime Immortal's skill in tackling instance dungeons undoubtedly surpasses ours. So, the strategy is clear. "First, we need to compensate for our numerical shortfall—Dark Night Rose likely has plenty of peak-exceptional travelers. We'll need allies from the lawful faction. However, in terms of instance dungeon mastery, there's no particularly effective solution; the Prime Immortal will surely gain a strong advantage there. Therefore, we need to rely on equipment. "Senior Thousand-Faced, may I request a set?" “...Lord, is this a water storage cistern?” The ghost bride, or Bai Lan, stands in the bathroom, one hand cradling her snowy chest, the other pointing curiously at the toilet. At this moment, she is completely naked—her slender waist, long legs, rounded hips, and full bust displayed in full glory. Why hasn’t the rabbit maiden brought her clothes yet? Zhang Yuanqing mentally urges her while speaking: “This, um, is where one goes to use the restroom.” Upon saying this, he sees shock in Bai Lan’s eyes. Since gaining the freedom to move about, she has begun to notice the furniture and appliances around her, showing a growing interest in everything. She has been asking endless questions throughout the journey. Now Zhang Yuanqing realizes that Fu Qingyang is playing a trick on him—given his scout’s keen observational skills, how could he have failed to notice that he himself had been at the mercy of the situation? Even more conspiratorial, Fu Qingyang has deliberately assigned him a female spectral body, with the clear intention of creating tension between his cousin and his future future-in-law. Then, seeing Bai Lan leaning against him, he naturally asked him to distance himself from Guan Ya. How treacherous! The sound of footsteps came, and the rabbit maidservant entered with a set of female attire. Zhang Yuanqing quickly instructed the maid to help her change, then closed the door and stepped outside. Half a minute later, the maid opened the door and sighed, "Master Yuanshi, she won't wear it." Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, "What's going on?" The maid hesitated, then smiled wistfully, "You should ask him yourself." Zhang Yuanqing returned to the room and found Bai Lan bare-chested, her long legs bare, with clothes scattered around her. "Why not wear it?" she asked, pointing to the bra, frowning. "Why not a simple girdle? Such vulgar garments—how could I wear them?" Please, just put them on. If you don't, I'll be possessed by the king of magic! Zhang Yuanqing then drew upon his husbandly dignity, "You must adapt to the modern age. Put them on now." Bai Lan, looking deeply distressed, obediently complied. At that moment, a soft chime sounded from Zhang Yuanqing's phone in his pocket, indicating a new message. He pulled out his phone and checked—it was from Xiao Yuan. While the rabbit maidens helped Bai Lan with her undergarments, he stepped out of the room to read the message. The message was long and detailed, spanning over a thousand words, recounting the proceedings of the Evil Organization Summit. "Is the Silver Moon General actually participating in this year's combat dungeon?" Zhang Yuanqing was surprised. Unlike two months ago, when he was still unfamiliar with the key figures of the major evil organizations, he now knew them well and remembered their names effortlessly. Naturally, he was aware of the Silver Moon General's unique status. What was even more astonishing was that the Night Rose had also joined in. "He should be informed of this—though he still doesn't treat me as his sister-in-law with the slightest respect..." "What?" When did I become a saintly figure? These professional villains, with their venomous accusations—never mind my moral sensitivities; my moral standards are merely a little higher than the Magistrate's. Indeed, the Night Rose has also come to kill me. Wild independent practitioners are no longer trustworthy—not just them, even official colleagues can't be fully relied upon. The Tiger Seal has only been verified for personnel from the Songhai Branch. Beyond this, the information reveals that the evil organization has prepared a secret artifact specifically to eliminate me, though Kou Beiyue remains unclear about what it is—only knowing that the artifact has been assigned to "the One with No Restrictions." Xiao Yuan's analysis is that it is a rule-based artifact. This makes sense—the quest limits artifacts at level 4 and above, and it's not a set. Therefore, to inflict sufficient damage on the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign and ultimately kill him, it must be a rule-based artifact. Kou Beiyue himself is now expected to participate in the killing quest—does he truly feel his life is running short? What's going on with Xiao Yuan? He actually agreed...” He put down his phone, walked down the corridor, ascended the double staircase, and arrived at the office on the second floor. “Knock, knock!” He tapped on the office door and pushed open the brown wooden door. Fu Qingyang was seated at his desk, browsing his computer, not even looking up, and said calmly: “No need to justify!” You're absolutely boring, you know... Zhang Yuanqing mentally cursed, then walked across the long red carpet, stopped by the desk, and said, “Admiral, I have important intelligence.” Fu Qingyang finally shifted his gaze from the screen and looked up. Zhang Yuanqing said seriously, “My informant has infiltrated the evil organization’s summit and discovered that the Night Rose is also involved—this poses a threat to both of us. They’ve assigned four Saints to counteract you.” “Four Saints aren’t enough, only us? Well, that makes sense—after all, the others are just mediocre.” Fu Qingyang’s expression remained calm, as if completely unsurprised. “I see. Is there anything else?” "The Silver Moon Divine General will also be participating in this slaughter raid." Fu Qingyang's expression finally changed, growing more serious as he slowly nodded. "I see. I'll make the necessary arrangements. I didn't expect the Silver Moon General to join—the fact that the Magi-Eye is trapped in the zoo, with no hope of escape, makes sense; he must now step in to fill the gap." Zhang Yuanqing asked, "What do you mean?" It seemed that Fu Qingyang was genuinely surprised by the Silver Moon General's involvement. Qian Gong explained, "The War Lord has established a rule: the Army Commander can only have four Heavenly Kings. Whenever a new one emerges, one of the existing ones must inevitably pass away. Of course, it can also be that the older one defeats the younger one." That's why the Silver Moon General had never advanced to the Master rank—Zhang Yuanqing nodded in understanding. Then Fu Qingyang added, "Yuan Shi, every time a Slaughter Raid begins, it becomes a grand event in the Spiritual Realm. Especially this time—the stage is particularly splendid, with you and me both taking center stage." "Five chieftains are watching us, the headquarters, the major branches, the spiritual realm clans are watching us, the evil organizations, the independent cultivators, and even foreign powers—all are watching us. 'The leaderboard,' I'll claim first place. I'll stand at the peak, rising to the rank of Sovereign with the most dazzling presence. I hope you'll do the same. I hope we'll meet at the summit.' Zhang Yuanqing is filled with passion: 'Yes, Commander. Everyone else besides us is just trash. 'But Commander... they've prepared a secret device to eliminate me, and I'm a bit doubtful about my colleagues entering the realm. You know, the Night Rose has embedded many agents within the official ranks.' Fu Qingyang pauses and says: 'The Night Rose's agents embedded within the official structure have passed the rigorous physical examination, indicating they've developed special means to bypass truth-testing. Ordinary tools cannot detect them.' The虎symbol cannot be given to you... "But foxes always show their tails. Once you enter the arena, go straight to Guan Ya and keep her with you—she will assist you." Zhang Yuanqing sighed, "That's not fair, after all, I'd like to stay away from her." ...Fu Qingyang's expression froze. He glanced at him and said, "Get out!" ...Late at night. On the quiet, deserted streets, the intense heat of the day, under the stillness of the night, gradually settled down, and the evening breeze brought a refreshing coolness. Zhang Yuanqing arrived as agreed at the café across from the Kangyang District Public Security Office. Inside, the lights were bright, and the Lady Commander of Zhishi Palace, dressed in an elegant long gown, rested her chin on her hand, gazing out the window with a serene, thoughtful expression. "Lady Commander, I would like to purchase a vial of life essence," Zhang Yuanqing said directly. The Lady Commander glanced at him, then looked away, her tone cold and reserved: "Life essence is produced in limited quantities—we don't have any extra to offer." Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing felt deeply disappointed. The Master of the Stop-Kill Palace changed her tone: "However, the Xie family has one—Lingxi secured it for you." Ah, what a wonderful sister! Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed and immediately asked, "How did you know I came to you specifically to purchase the original life essence?" The Master of the Stop-Kill Palace smiled with a teasing arc at her lips: "Wasn't that exactly what you came for?" Don't make me sound like a loveless man... Zhang Yuanqing spoke with earnest conviction: "Of course, I'd like to get closer to the Master. Yet the Master is so beautiful—like a lotus blooming on a snow-capped mountain, untouched by dust—my only wish is to admire you from afar, never daring to intrude." The Master of the Stop-Kill Palace chuckled coldly: "Oh, you still plan to intrude upon me!" Zhang Yuanqing was momentarily stunned, just about to explain when suddenly a tightness seized his ankle, and then everything spun—his vision blurred and inverted. He was now suspended upside down by a single red thread. "Master?" "Master of the Stop-Kill Palace took out a slender tube of pale golden liquid at a leisurely pace, placing it on the table and said softly, 'The red line will automatically break two hours from now. Reflect well on what has happened.' She gracefully rose, trailing a path of vibrant red, and vanished at the entrance of the café. 'Master! Master! Put me down!' Zhang Yuanqing called out for a long time, but the woman had disappeared completely, never returning. What am I supposed to reflect upon? Am I to dishonor you? Zhang Yuanqing felt both bewildered and indignant, unable to understand what this erratic woman was up to. He had a strange sense of being judged—perhaps because his left foot had stepped out of the door first. …… It was just dawn. Zhang Yuanqing returned to Fu Family Village with a look of mild frustration. He turned the handle of the room door and found the room illuminated. On the soft, spacious bed lay a stunningly beautiful woman—now a genuine shade of pale, lifeless, as the White Orchid (the ghost bride) had been absorbed into his body." Zhang Yuanqing was afraid she would keep pressing for them to consummate their union, so after dusk, he used the excuse of going out on business to withdraw her from the body of Xue Qianghui. Now it's 5 a.m. Based on past experience, the combat mission will begin at 7 a.m. That means only two hours remain until entry into the mission. After dinner, Fu Qingyang handed him the official-issue set of gear. The set is called the "Iron and Wood Armor," a set designed for Wood Deity-class characters, composed of a vine-based torso armor, a pair of arm guards, and a pair of leg guards. The set features three skills: "Spring Returns to the Earth," which enhances recovery; "Iron and Wood Wall," which boosts defense; and one ability that allows revival upon near-death. The cost of using the gear is an increased desire for reproduction—every hour the armor is worn, the desire increases by five minutes after removal. The official's intention in providing this gear is clear: to address his weaknesses in close combat and defense. The revival ability serves as a life-saving measure. But Zhang Yuanqing thought the set should go to Guan Ya—of course, that had nothing to do with Ling Jun's poor idea. ——After dinner, Ling Jun secretly sent him a message, offering guidance: "Give this set to Guan Ya. She'll be deeply touched, feeling she holds a very important place in your heart. And when she removes the gear, she'll suddenly become passionate—exactly the moment when you've already made your move. A win-win situation. If I were you, I'd do exactly that." I'd twist your head and the Prime Immortal's off if I were Fu Qingyang... Zhang Yuanqing replied firmly: "I'm not that kind of person! By the way, where does Guan Ya live?" Zhang Yuanqing believed that if the set went to Guan Ya, it might just create a formidable frontline ally. Time passed slowly, and when the bedside clock reached seven o'clock, Zhang Yuanqing heard the Ling Jing notification sound: 【Ping! A large-scale slaughter quest has begun. Would you like to join?】