The rabbit-dress girl set down her broom, walked to the side, and pulled out her phone from the pocket of her apron to contact the driver. Zhang Yuanqing also quietly moved to a corner of the living room and dialed Ling Jun's phone. "Ding-ding~" The phone rang twice and was quickly answered, the speaker transmitting Ling Jun's energetic voice: "Hey! You're still alive? That's great! Now we just wait for Fu Qingyang to return. These past three days, I've been worried sick for you—had to cancel several dates." —referring to the dark rose and the evil organization's plans to cut both of them down. That's perfect—give your Gil a vacation… Zhang Yuanqing gave a short exhalation: "If I were that easy to kill, then the Five Elements Alliance wouldn't have the strongest prodigy in its history." His tone was that of a conversation with an equal friend, not a high-level colleague. "Your confidence is growing," Ling Jun remarked, tapping his fingers. "How many points do you have?" Have you reached the level of a Magistrate or Marshal? Well, scoring over 900 points is quite challenging, but with your abilities, I'm sure you've easily surpassed 700. "Not many points yet. This time, clearing the Killing Instance was tough—the Evil faction almost wiped us out. I'll talk about it later when I have time; I have a few things I'd like to ask you. Zhang Yuanqing called me—not for casual chat. "Almost wiped us out, huh? Oh well, that means quite a few extraordinary officials have fallen this time. What's on your mind?" At that moment, the bunny girl hung up the phone and looked over. Zhang Yuanqing made a "hold on" gesture, took a deep breath: "I've given the suit set to Guan Ya—you know the price I paid. Now I'd like to go find her." Before he finished speaking, Ling Jun interrupted with a hearty laugh: "I see. Since you're new to the game, there are a few things you should keep in mind. First, women appreciate touch and affection, so the foreplay should be well-executed—it can help mitigate the negative experience of men who tend to be shorter." "Wait, wait!" Zhang Yuan清 coughed forcefully. What about foreplay and affection? Honestly, I'm just a beginner who's seen countless films—nothing like you, a seasoned Shenzhen driver. "I didn't mean that. What I'm asking is—doesn't this feel a bit like taking advantage? Mightn't it backfire?" Zhang Yuanqing said firmly. "That's right..." Ling Jun paused for a few seconds, saying, "First, you need to understand this: the cost of the artifact will never vanish. She will inevitably suffer from the demonic fire consuming her from within. If you don't act now, you're effectively handing the opportunity over to someone else." "Of course not!" Zhang Yuanqing immediately replied. "Exactly. Now, I'd like to ask you a question—do you like Guan Ya?" "Absolutely!" With her broad shoulders, long legs, lovely face, and kind personality, who wouldn't like her? "Then go brave and act! There are many beautiful women in the world, but only a few truly stimulate your hormones. Meeting someone you genuinely like isn't easy—so, don't hesitate, be a young rooster and step forward!" You're saying that, but the Magic King certainly disagrees—whenever he sees a woman of any decent appearance, he can't help but secrete hormones on the spot... Zhang Yuanqing said, "I understand, but you still haven't answered my question from earlier." "Lin sighed, "The aftereffects are inevitable. For instance, after the event, Fu Qingyang might bestow upon you a technique that nearly reaches the level of Dao; Fu family might not fully recognize you as their son-in-law; Gu Ya might even develop a less favorable impression of you... "Yet, since you've called me directly, I naturally owe you an account. Here's my plan—listen closely, and lean in." "I'm listening—don't waste words!" Three minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone with a sense of confident determination, and hurried out of the villa's grand hall. A luxurious executive sedan was parked at the villa's entrance, and as Zhang Yuanqing stepped out, the driver opened the electric gate. Zhang Yuanqing didn't get into the car, but walked toward the front of it, stopping just outside the driver's door, slightly bending forward, using the rearview mirror to study his reflection. His pupils instantly deepened, becoming profound and distant, radiating an air of mystery and grandeur—his eyes seemed to hold entire constellations. Through the art of stargazing, he saw a bright, clear glow emerge at the corners of his eyes, shimmering with a delicate, dream As a star official, Zhang Yuanqing immediately interpreted the facial features. The glow at the outer corners of his eyes symbolized "destiny," while the ethereal aura indicated that he would soon reap romantic developments—specifically, emotional connections rather than opportunities or agreements. However, the aura was overly dreamlike and lacked solidity, suggesting it was not a marriage. "Let's go!" Zhang Yuanqing stepped into the carriage, full of determination. ... Tokyo, Minato Ward. A spacious villa, its grounds extensive. On the second floor, a room near the garden. The view gradually sharpened, and Sayo Sawada recognized the familiar room. She stood on the tatami mat, facing the window, beyond which lay her own garden, filled with cherry trees. In early June, the sun was intense, and the tall cherry trees spread their branches proudly—though the peak bloom season had passed, there were no cascades of pink clouds hanging from their branches. Masunaga Ryō lives in a prestigious residential area in Kōtō, which is far from the central business district. Supplies must be fetched by the house staff in their cars. In recent years, Japanese billionaires have shifted from traditional villas to luxurious apartment buildings, placing greater emphasis on accessibility, shopping, and daily living amenities. Only the long-established aristocratic families remain steadfast in their traditional preferences. Masunaga Ryō slightly tilted her head, gazing at the low, square table beside her, upon which stood a bottle of vibrant alpine crocus. The crocus had just been freshly picked, delicate and still bearing water droplets. Before entering the killing mission, she had told her mother she hoped to see the beautiful alpine crocus as her very first sight upon returning home. Over the past three days, her mother has come to her room every day, placing a fresh bouquet of garden-picked alpine crocus on the table. The alpine crocus embodies her mother’s enduring affection and heartfelt hopes. Rei Asano lowered her head, gently inhaling, then carefully positioned the "Ice Spirit Blade" against her body. She removed her short skirt and short sleeves, revealing her youthful, lamb-like form. Though not as full-figured or passionate as a mature woman, the delicate yet perfectly rounded contours of her young frame created a scene of unparalleled beauty. Ms. Ryo, a graceful and dignified woman with a round, pleasant face, married Masunobu Nakano, seven years her senior, at the age of sixteen. The following year, she gave birth to her eldest son, and at eighteen, to Ryo herself. Now thirty-five. Her teacher, Ryuzaki Ichiro, is the deputy head of the Chihoko Group and also a spiritual traveler at the level of "Saint." A steadfast traditional swordsman who wears a samurai's kimono, though he occasionally dons a Western suit. Ryuzaki Ichiro and Masunobu Nakano are lifelong close friends, which is why he took Ryo as his disciple. Both father and teacher are serious, composed middle-aged men—strict and reserved—hence Ryo has developed a gentle, reserved personality. At this moment, Okasan is holding a handkerchief, dabbing her eyes with emotion, overwhelmed with joy and tears at her daughter's promotion and return. Her father and teacher are beaming with smiles and admiration, delighted by their daughter's and disciple's outstanding achievements. "The 17-year-old saint—outside of his own country, and looking globally, he's truly rare. The Shina family is on the rise in the capital city, truly promising." Dragonzaki sat upright with a bright smile. "Dragonzaki, your mentorship has truly produced excellence—this is all your doing. In the Chihoko group, you will continue to train Ryō moving forward." Shina Chikyo nodded firmly. Masahiro Asano began with a cheerful "Hi!" and said, "Fifth place." The living room fell silent immediately, followed by Ryuzaki's sharp exclamation: "Hajimemashite! Don't deceive the teacher with false words!" Not "Hajimemashite"... in her heart, Masahiro Asano protested with a sense of委屈, straightened her posture, and said, "Hi, Teacher! My points rank fifth!" Seeing this, Ryuzaki and Masahiro Nakajima exchanged a startled glance, knowing from their experience with Masahiro Asano that her daughter (disciple) would never lie. Yet—how could this be possible? Could it be that the number of extraordinary beings participating from the neighboring continent this time was sparse, and of poor quality? Even if only the best among the lesser talents were selected, it was impossible for Masahiro Asano to have risen to fifth place. Masahiro Nakajima remained silent for a long time, her voice urgent: "Cool, what's going on?" "Asaoka Ryō replied truthfully: 'I encountered the Primordial Immortal during the Killing Quest and followed him closely. He has been very kind to me, saving my life three times. Thanks to his care, I not only survived the Killing Quest but also achieved fifth place on the leaderboard.' 'Primordial Immortal?' Asaoka Ryō saw her teacher's back straighten suddenly, her hands clenching tightly as she stared at her intently, her voice more urgent than her father's: 'The Primordial Immortal of the Five-Element Alliance, who has passed the S-tier quests and defeated a powerful, transcendent spirit-being—the one who bewitches others—is it him?' Asaoka Ryō was taken aback by her teacher's reaction. 'Yes, yes...' Ryō turned her head and locked eyes again with Asaoka Chūkyō. Both of them suddenly realized—how could Ryō have succeeded in the Killing Quest? It was because of the Primordial Immortal's guidance. Regarding this Primordial Immortal, the information gathered by the Chihara group was still limited, mainly consisting of his achievements—such as completing S-tier quests and defeating a powerful, transcendent spirit-being known Yet he knew nothing about his methods, tools, or personality. This might well be a good opportunity to understand this genius. Ryūzaki said firmly, "Ryō, please tell me in detail everything that happened in the killing quest—don't leave out any part." Ryō nodded slightly and immediately began, from their first encounter with Ōtai, through the intense battle in the park, recounting every event clearly and thoroughly to the three elders. When she finished, the living room fell once again into silence. Her mother, an ordinary person, listened intently and remained deeply engaged, yet felt only a mild sense of wonder. In contrast, her father and teacher had turned into statues upon hearing of the goddess's arrival and the slaughter of the blood pool demons, and upon learning that the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign had accumulated 1,628 points—both of them completely motionless, expressions frozen, bodies rigid. It wasn't clear how long it had been before Ryuzaki Ichiro finally broke free from his astonishment, murmuring, "What kind of monster is this? What on earth is this?" Shinoyama Nakajima stared at his daughter with a look of bewilderment, speaking in a tone as if expecting something unexpected, "Ryuu, have you exchanged contact information?" Shinoyama Ryuu blinked, then shook her head honestly. Nakajima's eyes betrayed clear disappointment. At that moment, Ryuzaki Ichiro suddenly stood up, saying, "Nakajima, I need to go back to Chizuka Group first to report on this matter—I'll be leaving now." He hurried off, as though he couldn't stay any longer. Zhang Yuanqing used starry illusions to baffle the security guards, easily swiping past the building's access system and elevator, reaching Guan Ya's apartment on the third floor, Room 302. "Ding-dong!" He rang the bell. A few seconds later, light footsteps came from inside. Then Guan Ya's voice echoed from behind the door: "What are you doing here? Get out!" It sounded like she hadn't taken off her suit yet—otherwise, her tone would have been: You, you're here? Hmm, hmm... Get out! Zhang Yuanqing chuckled softly in his heart, maintaining a serious expression and said: "Guan Ya, I'm here to see you. I know the cost of the suit—it's clearly causing you a lot of stress. I'm here to help you manage the aftereffects." "Get out!" Guan Ya scolded, "I'm never taking it off!" She guarded Zhang Yuanqing as if he were a potential threat, just as a rabbit would guard against a big wolf—never opening the door, no matter which one. Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, and in his mind, the life lessons he had learned came to life—Guan Ya, this young woman, may seem unrefined on the surface, but in truth, she's just as strong-willed and articulate as you are. When you visit her home, don't speak the same way you did before—don't bring up anything too casual or suggestive. At this stage, Guan Ya becomes alert whenever she hears anything out of the ordinary. You need to project the demeanor of a serious, respectable gentleman to ease her defenses. Zhang Yuancheng took a quick glance at the elder lady standing at the entrance hall—she still wore her combat attire from the killing quest: a nanotech bodysuit that accentuated her figure, paired with a deep brown breastplate, and vine-like arm and leg armor. Her hair, slightly disheveled, fell gently beside her cheeks, highlighting her sharp, graceful oval face, with a refined, elegant complexion that stood out among most East Asian women. "Come in!" Guan Ya seemed hesitant to meet his eyes, her gaze slightly lowered. The first phase of the plan was complete. Zhang Yuancheng stepped steadily across the threshold, removing his shoes at the entrance and exchanging them for cotton slippers Guan Ya had retrieved from the shoe cabinet. He wandered casually through the upscale apartment, taking in the interior furnishings. Past the entrance hall, the living room lay directly ahead, with an open-plan kitchen to the left and a glass dining table seating eight on the right. The open kitchen featured no traditional kitchenware—such as pots, pans, or utensils—its smooth, polished countertop resembling a bar counter, clean and well-maintained, with all kitchen tools neatly stored within built-in cabinets. The living room features a spacious, soft-off-white sofa so inviting it feels like one might sink into it, with several throw pillows printed with constellations. A laptop rests on the coffee table, flanked by a vase filled with fresh, delicate chamomile flowers. Glass cups and a kettle also bear constellation designs. Additionally, on the cabinet beneath the television, there are complete, anthropomorphized figurines of the constellations. Neither an imported European style nor a pretentious Chinese one—just a modern, refined, and minimalist aesthetic. The balcony has only its inner sheer curtain drawn, allowing a soft, diffused view of the wide, winding river landscape. Guan Ya walks to the coffee table and bends down to pour water. Subconsciously, Zhang Yuanqing glances at her full, rounded, firm posterior—a curve reminiscent of a peach, lush, smooth, and supple—just by looking at it, one can already imagine its softness and elasticity. From her round hips down, her legs are long and straight, and from there, the curves of her waist rise upward. So is it her in heat or me? Zhang Yuanqing quietly swallowed a gulp of saliva, shifted his gaze, and watched Guan Ya place the cooled white lotus before her. Old Si Ji lazily lay back on the soft sand, maintaining a composed, steady demeanor, and asked, "What method do you have to mitigate the cost of the set?" Guan Ya had originally intended to wait until Fu Qingyang cleared the killing instance before telling him about this matter. Her cousin, who was both naive and financially well-off, had numerous items—certainly capable of resolving the set's demands. Zhang Yuanqing lifted his hand and reached forward, grasping a circular bronze mirror about the size of a palm. It was dull gray, with phoenixes engraved on the back, each phoenix's eye set with a red gemstone. Upon seeing the mirror, Guan Ya was momentarily stunned, then remembered something, and exclaimed with delight, "I completely forgot about this item." The life coach noted that after Guan Ya returned to reality, she would surely wear the set, waiting for Fu Qingyang's return, and then have her cousin find a solution. Thus, a time gap was necessary. Presenting a bronze mirror to gain trust is the first step.