"Yuzi has returned... The mischievous creature is praying in the room!" Grandma is also quite sharp-tongued. Xiao-ai gives a crisp, clear "Oh," and then a few seconds later, the bedroom door slams open with a loud, forceful sound. The Cat King speaker immediately stops its flowing praise of "Mii-Mii-Mii." Zhang Yuanqing, lying flat on the bed, turns her head toward the doorway and sees her long-absent younger sister, her hair carefully styled, slightly loose and gently wavy at the ends, enhancing her round, youthful face. Wearing a light yellow high-waisted casual pants, a white printed short-sleeved women's T-shirt, flat sandals, and a small black handbag slung over her shoulder. Though she's in her early 20s, she manages to look like a fresh, down-to-earth young girl. Standing at the doorway, Xiao-ai studies her for a few seconds, then rolls her eyes, her expression full of disdain. "A person unworthy of purity!" "What?" Zhang Yuanqing is completely taken aback. Her younger aunt dropped her bag, hurried over to the bed, and assumed the martial arts stance she learned on TV—arched her back, bent her waist—then swung a sharp chopping motion at her nephew’s head, shouting angrily, “An unclean person!” Zhang Yuanqing understood: she was disapproving of the fact that he had brought a girlfriend into the picture. “An unclean person, an unclean person…” the aunt maintained her stance, drawing back her sword and delivering a steady series of “thud-thud-thud” strikes. For heaven’s sake—Zhang Yuanqing took the full force of those blows, furious now, straightened her spine, spread her legs to cradle her aunt’s slender waist, then spun her around, effortlessly placing her on the bed. Zhang Yuanqing sat up, settled her hips firmly against Jiang Yu’er’s round buttocks, and adopted the posture of Wu Song tackling a tiger, declaring, “Jiang Yu’er, since you’ve been so assertive, don’t blame me for taking the initiative now.” Jiang Yu’er was pinned beneath the bed, her waist arcing and rising in determination, yet unable to flip over Zhang Yuanqing sighed helplessly, "I've been out on assignments for the past three days. My girlfriend stuff—well, that's all lies to my grandmother." On hearing this, Jiang Yuer immediately stopped attacking, her eyes brightening. "Assignments? What kind of assignments? Tell me quickly!" Zhang Yuanqing, of course, couldn't reveal them. He gave a sniff and said, "You, a commoner, how could you possibly know about national affairs? Don't ask any more." Upon hearing this, Xiao Ai launched a flurry of kicks, stepping in with renewed attacks. Just as the commotion was building, a sharp shout suddenly rang out from the doorway of the bedroom: "How old are you two, still acting so childish all the time!" Grandmother stood at the doorway, arms crossed, glaring at her daughter and grandson. Zhang Yuanqing instantly rolled off Xiao Ai's back, while Jiang Yuer also sprang to her feet, quickly stepping apart. Both of them said in unison: "Jiang Yuer (Zhang Yuanqing) started it first." Grandmother coldly glanced at her daughter and commanded, "Get down." Xiao Ai promptly got off Granny bent down to pick up the bag by her feet, holding it in one hand while using the other to gently pull her daughter’s ear, whisking her out. Hmph, Granny still has a keen eye... Zhang Yuanqing had won a victory, but he complained as he slowly got out of bed, sat at his desk, opened his computer, logged into the official database, and began searching for the person named "Lian San Yue." With his access level, under the authority of the administration, any spirit traveler officially registered could be found. "Zzzz~" The Cat King speaker revived itself, persistently playing: "You're so beautiful, you're so beautiful~" Clearly, the Lady of San Mountain had left a lasting psychological impression on it, and it still hasn't fully recovered. While typing in "Lian San Yue," Zhang Yuanqing said to the Cat King speaker, "No matter how beautiful you are, this song keeps repeating—could we please try something fresh?" The King Cat speaker adapted gracefully, and then music flowed in with a soft hum: "Chicken, you're so beautiful, ah Beibei~ Chicken, you're so beautiful, ah Beibei~" Zhang Yuanqing snatched the King Cat speaker and tossed it under the bed, while simultaneously staring at his computer screen, where the search results displayed—no target found. Is there no such person? He furrowed his brows. "Most people that Bingbo knows aren't from official circles. They're exceptionally skilled in crafting and utilizing props. I remember that the Scholar title only reaches the Master level before one gains the ability to mass-produce props." Therefore, this person, who has been active for three months and now holds the Master rank, is likely a self-taught practitioner, unregistered with the official system. After a moment's reflection, he dialed his life coach's phone. Upon connection, the coach asked directly: "Lingjun, have you ever heard of someone named 'Lian San Yue'?" "Lian San Yue? What's his relationship with Fenghuo?" "...Zhang Yuan thought, how can you be playing the same jokes as the Demon King? It's clear—both of you are sea kings, down to even your taste in the unconventional. "Have you never heard of it?" Zhang Yuan said, suddenly remembering something before hanging up. "Ling Jun, if one day you find out I've said something that shouldn't have been said—something involving your family—please forgive me." Ling Jun laughed. "If it's my stud boyfriend and his siblings, go ahead and involve them. Better yet, make them lose their reputations." How complex your feelings are toward your father and siblings! Zhang Yuan didn't elaborate and simply hung up. He placed the phone on the desk, now with a clear sense of judgment. Ling Jun, though considered a liability by Fu Qingyang, was no ordinary figure—he was a well-established spiritual realm traveler with broad experience and refined tastes, quite different from this new recruit who had only been practicing for two and a half months. Lingjun had never heard of this person, so Li San Yue's identity could now be confirmed. A master-level independent scholar, never officially registered. "The role of a scholar is quite different from others—it emphasizes academic discourse and teamwork. It's extremely difficult for an individual to conduct research alone. Even if Li San Yue wasn't officially affiliated, she must have had connections within the scholarly community." "I should take some time to inquire among the three scholarly families... Ah, why didn't I think of using the star chart for divination right away?" He suddenly remembered the new item he had obtained. He could fully leverage the star chart's predictive abilities to gain insights—no need to go searching for people personally. Now that he's a Star Official, no longer a night-wanderer, he needs to adjust his mindset quickly. Zhang Yuanqing stood up, closed the bedroom door, and locked it. He returned to his desk, pushing aside the computer, water cup, and other items. Reaching out, he grasped at the void and drew forth a circular disc the size of a human face. Crafted from black iron, the disc was heavy and uniformly dark, its surface engraved with the constellations of the celestial sphere, outlined in silver lacquer—like a brilliant stretch of galaxy against the night sky. Holding the disc in both hands, Zhang Yuanqing slowly infused the power of the stars into its surface. Radiant star dust shimmered like flowing water, cascading across the disc and illuminating the constellations engraved upon it. It was a classic Jiangnan town steeped in ancient charm, with white walls, black tiles, and cobblestone pathways. In a narrow alley, a young man with a refined appearance leaned against the wall, gasping heavily, as though he had just emerged from a fierce battle. Beside him, a pale, slender figure was eating lotus roots, while another, Guan Ya, held a rifle steady, her lips pressed together in a cool, composed line. "Good thing I kept Li Chunfeng's contact information. Once Fu Qingyang comes out of the killing quest and settles the matters around here, I'll reach out to him." ... As the sun dipped below the horizon, the setting sun painted the sky in blood-red hues. At the dinner table, a family of five enjoyed their meal. The elder, cousin, holding his bowl, looked at his younger cousin and said, "Nana mentioned you've started dating someone?" "Yeah!" Zhang Yuanqing responded vaguely. Chen Yuanjun nodded slightly, taking a bite of bok choy. "If things go well, you might consider living together and bringing your girlfriend to live with you at your place—after all, the large apartment in the big sister's home is still empty." If I actually manage to win over Guan Ya, then that would definitely be worth considering... Zhang Yuanqing said casually. "We can discuss it later!" "By the way, cousin, Nana said you've been working overtime investigating cases lately? Has something new come up?" "Chen Yuanjun swallowed his food, furrowed his brow, the character-shaped lines deepening, "Recently, the security bureaus across Songhai have reported multiple cases of people going missing—people who vanish without a trace, neither seen alive nor found dead. The missing are all young, beautiful women. Given the recent case at Tongque Pavilion, the higher-ups are particularly sensitive to timing. The General Security Bureau has convened us for a meeting to discuss this." Another young woman missing? Zhang Yuanqing frowned slightly, but remained composed, asking calmly, "Any leads?" Chen Yuanjun's brow grew even more furrowed, his expression strange, explaining, "We've reviewed the surveillance footage from the last known appearances of all the missing. We found that each of these women had deliberately stepped away from the camera coverage before vanishing. After thorough investigations, we haven't found any evidence of threats made against them. "Currently, the security bureaus across the region have compiled at least thirty such cases of young women going missing—there may be more that haven't yet been reported." He picked up a handful of rice with his chopsticks and said, "However, we've identified a suspect who appeared in the surveillance footage before the disappearance of the three women. We're currently investigating him." It sounded quite strange—not a typical missing persons case. If the Spirit Travelers were involved, I'd have to take personal responsibility. With someone ordinary like my cousin getting drawn into it, the situation is quite dangerous... Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing lowered his gaze and quietly activated the Stellar Astrology. A brilliant river of stars shimmered briefly in his eyes before fading away. Then he looked up again, gazing steadily at his cousin, now appearing so weathered. He noticed a thick layer of blood-like light concentrated between his eyes—this indicated that his cousin would face a blood-related calamity in the near future. And based on the intensity of that light... this was a death fate!