After gazing at the crimson glow for several seconds, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly gained a clear insight—the glow stemmed from conflict and weapons, indicating that his uncle would face a serious threat to his life, likely due to a sharp blade piercing his vital organs. The exact source of the danger remained unclear, but it was highly probable linked to the case of missing population. His heart sank as he suddenly lost his appetite, feeling a profound sense of relief for having asked an extra question—unintentionally—and having spontaneously observed his uncle's facial expression. If he hadn't looked at him that extra moment, his uncle might very well have passed away young. Zhang Yuanqing felt a deep sense of apprehension. Now that he had become a star official, he should make good use of this ability. From today on, he would begin to regularly examine his family members' facial expressions, staying attuned to their current fortunes. He silently established a rule in his mind. While pondering these thoughts, he casually picked at the chicken pieces on his plate and asked, "So, when do you plan to take action and make your move?" Just as he finished speaking, his grandfather reached over with a chopstick, frowned, and scolded, "Eat properly! How can Zhang Yuanqing silently put down his chopsticks and looked at Chen Yuanjun, waiting for his response. "We might make a move soon," Chen Yuanjun replied vaguely, "This is action-sensitive—don't ask further." Zhang Yuanqing nodded once, quietly summoning Xiao Doubi and guiding him to climb up to his uncle. With swift movements, Xiao Doubi grasped his uncle's trouser legs and climbed steadily up the pants, reaching all the way to his head. The two short, plump legs wrapped tightly around Chen Yuanjun's neck, while his small hands held onto his hair. The favorable timing is likely either tomorrow or the day after, but no later than seven days—within that span, Uncle Chen will definitely face a severe calamity. Zhang Yuanqing intends to have Xiao Doubi stay with his uncle, serving as both a monitor to provide real-time updates and, given Xiao Doubi's current capabilities, easily exchanging his extraordinary abilities for those of a Transcendent Realm traveler. It would be impossible for a Saint Realm cultivator, though—yet, given the rarity and status of Saint Realm cultivators, it's unlikely they would specifically target an ordinary person like Uncle Chen Chen Yuanjun shivered violently and looked toward the central air conditioning vent in the restaurant, frowning. "Grandma, isn't the air conditioner set too low?" Upon hearing this, Grandma turned to the air conditioner switch on the wall and asked, "Is it? At 20 degrees, it's still cold? Yuanzi, Yuer, are you both feeling cold?" "I think it's a bit warm," said Aunt Xiao, chewing on her chicken leg with complete indifference. "Perhaps Brother Zhang has been working too many overtime hours lately and is feeling weak," suggested Zhang Yuanqing. "Let's make him a bowl of nourishing soup tomorrow." Upon hearing this, Grandma grew deeply concerned. "Yuanjun, don't work so hard. You haven't even married yet—what if you exhaust yourself? Then you won't be able to hold on to a wife." Chen Yuanjun looked puzzled, rubbing his arms as if questioning whether he truly had exhausted himself through overwork. Grandma then turned to her grandson and said, "Remember, bring your girlfriend over for dinner two days from now." ... Eight o'clock in the evening. Kou Beiyue, wearing his blue delivery uniform, sat at a bustling food stall, one hand holding a beer and the other gripping a grilled skewer, a pot of beef tripe stew in front of him. He seemed to be waiting, eating at a relaxed pace. Soon, a small electric bike arrived smoothly and stopped at the curb, bringing another delivery rider in a blue helmet and blue uniform. "Beiyue!" The rider removed his helmet, revealing a youthful face bright with smiles and energy, exclaiming excitedly, "You actually showed up! Wow, everyone else has been knocked out—how come you made it?" That was the "human blood buns" incident. As Beiyue's smile began to surface, he quickly suppressed it, coughed once, and with a composed air, pointed to the seat across from him, saying, "Sit down. I'll cover the meal—celebrating my promotion to Saint." Now that he was a Saint, he could no longer afford to be as casual as before. Ren Xue Mengnü hurriedly sat down, picked up two skewers of beef, and chewed them down with great gusto. After swallowing, he lowered his voice: "Have you heard that in this killing quest, only you and Liangchen survived by choosing your sovereigns to strike them down? How did you two manage that?" Kou Beiyue replied in the tone given by Xiao Yuan: "Pure luck. As for the killing quest, let's set that aside. What I came here to find out is—what have you heard recently from outside?" Ren Xue Mengnü set down the skewers, his expression serious: "The news from outside has been completely chaotic. All of the A-1 team members perished in the killing quest. This has dealt a massive blow to our mid-to-low-level freelance spiritual realm practitioners. My logistics company now can't gather people for meetings. In Songhai, it's said many black markets have temporarily closed, simply out of fear. "The North is still manageable..." The expression on the child-like face of the human-blood-mutton figure was exceedingly complex—filled with fear, concern, and worry. "Northern Moon, the emergence of a Primordial Heavenly Sovereign in Songhai has been truly unfortunate for us. When Fu Qingyang first arrived in Songhai, the Saint-level figures from the Southern Division were all trembling in anxiety—back then, they were still merely extraordinary, and hadn't yet felt the weight of such elder-level fear. Now I understand... you mentioned that if the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign becomes a Saint and begins hunting free practitioners in the Songhai region, how will we manage that? For now, let's remain low-key. I still have several customers who have left negative reviews, and I'd like to give them a little more time—just a bit longer." How strong your resentment is toward those dissatisfied customers... Lord Kou Beiyue nearly lost his composure as a Saint, silently muttering under his breath. "Absolutely useless! So many top-tier talents, and yet they've still been wiped out by the Primordial Immortal. We freelancers are way more flexible and adaptable than the Lawful ones...!" Person-Blooded-Mutton sighed in frustration. After all, the early and late stages of Level 4 Spirit Travelers differ significantly, let alone Level 5. Yet the evil organization still placed the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign on the Ground Rank—partly recognizing that he is no ordinary Level 4 Saint, and partly to encourage Level 5 Saints to hunt him down. Is the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign worth one hundred million? If they defeat him, Xiao Yuan’s hotel could easily become a five-star luxury hotel… Kòu Běiyuè daydreamed a bit before listening to Xue Xue Mántou say: "There's another rumor, though we're not sure if it's true. Since you've come to me, I'd like to verify it with you." "What's that?" Kòu Běiyuè adopted a listening posture. "On the Songhai side, one of our branch members has gathered a report: it seems that 'The Good Minister Who Chooses His Sovereign to Assassinate Him' has switched allegiance to the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign during the Killing Quest, working from within while we attack from outside—this inside-out coordination has ultimately led to the complete collapse of our Free Alliance." "Human Blood Steamed Bun expressed his indignation: 'I can tell you this incident is very likely genuine, because as soon as the news broke, the chairman mobilized his connections and checked the wanted list—do you know what happened? The official has officially dropped the wanted notice for the little fat man.' Ah, really... Kou Beiyue, this genuine two-faced insider, was deeply stunned. He thought: Did the intelligence-gathering team perhaps mishear the name? Could it be that the person who's working from within and outside the organization is actually named 'Kou Beiyue'? Human Blood Steamed Bun said solemnly: 'In the killing quest, you said, didn't you, that this is exactly how it went?' Well... Kou Beiyue pondered, then replied: 'In truth, I didn't take part in their internal struggles. Though I'm strong, I'm not someone without a brain. After entering the killing quest, I unexpectedly accumulated a substantial amount of points, and since then, I've been quietly observing and staying hidden within the quest.' "It's a miracle I'm still alive, isn't it? Well, actually, it's the Free Faction that's been unlucky. If I'd been there, you know what I'd have done..." The person known as Human Blood Bun thought, knowing full well that if he had been there, he'd now be raising a glass to the moonlight and one to him. Ku Bei Yue shifted the topic, "Still, with everyone else dead and that chubby guy still alive, it doesn't make sense. He might have—well, perhaps he really did betray the freelance faction." Human Blood Bun scoffed, "Then he's done. With such a disastrous event, even if he becomes a Saint now, he'll never find peace. The Free Faction won't have room for him, not even with the Void Sect standing by. Ku Bei Yue changed the subject, lifted her wine cup, and clinked it against Human Blood Bun's, saying, "Let's set that aside. Let's drink. Bun, now that we're both Saints, we should start thinking about our future. I believe the time has come to make our names and achieve lasting fame." Immediately, the two looked ahead, sharing visions of their professional futures, weaving a magnificent and grand life together—one sentence at a time—enjoying a relaxed and joyful atmosphere. They finished eating the food on the table and agreed to deliver meals together the next day. Kou Beiyue readily accepted. Watching Ren Xuemang ride off on his electric bike, Kou Beiyue checked out and hurried into the first white car at the outer edge of the food stall. Alternatively, they haven't yet emerged from the killing missions at the Saint Realm level—those missions won't conclude until tomorrow. "Based on my understanding of that evil organization, I suspect the rulers have likely already forgotten about you. Unless someone like the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign or Zhao City God, ordinary individuals rarely make a lasting impression. However, such a significant event might prompt them to issue a warrant for your arrest casually. I'll go check on the black market again tomorrow." "In the battle arena, didn't you plead on behalf of that illusionist?" Seeing Kou Beiyue frowning, not immediately grasping the point, Xiao Yuan sighed internally and prompted: "He promised the Master Wuhen he would help gather our kind." Only then did Kou Beiyue suddenly understand, both surprised and delighted—once he could bring Xiao Fu over, he would no longer be just the 'lowest tier' of the team; he would be a leader with loyal subordinates. "Master Wuhen seems to share this vision too. Let's go tell him right away." Xiao Yuan shook her head slightly: "We still haven't confirmed anything—let's keep observing. Now that you're a Saint, proceed with caution and don't rush things." Kou Beiyue grew impatient: "You're doing it again—my mother doesn't fuss like this." Though her face showed clear disdain, her heart deeply relied on this kind of guidance. For two years after her sister's passing, Xiao Yuan took on the roles of both mother and sister, and precisely because of her presence, Kou Beiyue never sank into the depths of battle and bloodshed, preserving her inner essence. The following day. Zhang Yuanqing carried his backpack, had breakfast, and took a taxi to the Kengyang District Public Security Bureau. Last night, Li Dongze had informed him that today the second squad would be hosting a grand celebration in his honor, for him and Guan Ya and Jiang Jingwei, and he was expected to attend. Since Zhang Yuanqing would be monitoring his uncle's condition in real time, and his grandmother had repeatedly insisted that he bring his girlfriend home, he decided without hesitation to meet Guan Ya. Notably, the old wooden clog and the ghost bride had not returned all night—somewhere, they had apparently gotten lost. Zhang Yuanqing was quite concerned about them. However, considering the spiritual realm description of Jinshui Theme Park, he believed the two ghosts simply enjoyed themselves immensely. —The old wooden clog had enthusiastically tried out numerous park attractions. The mountain deity is a delightfully playful spirit. Not long after, he arrived at the Public Security Bureau by taxi, stepping into the double-glazed building behind the main bureau building. Scattered across the entrance of the glass building were golden foil fragments, as if a grand celebration had just taken place. Zhang Yuanqing wore a branded waist bag, inside which was a cat king speaker. He donned his hat and mask and entered the glass building. ——He had originally intended not to bring the cat king speaker, but as soon as he stepped out, the speaker inside the room began to wail: "Ungrateful descendants! Ungrateful descendants!" Zhang Yuanqing knew immediately that it was frightened—afraid that the old, steadfast one would return and would rather be alone at home. Pushing open the soundproof glass door, a burst of lively laughter flooded into his ears. In the ground floor living area, cakes, fruits, wines, and various delicacies were arranged in abundance. Young ladies and women of all ages either enjoyed their meals or raised their glasses to toast with gusto, chatting and laughing freely. Guan Ya, as always, wore a skirt suit with a white shirt, her figure full and graceful, her face refined, and she was chatting cheerfully with her female colleagues. Suddenly, spotting him enter, her smile faded, and she shifted her gaze aside, sitting quietly in a corner. Wasn't the old Si Ji just as shy as ordinary women? Zhang Yuan thought to herself. "Oh, my goodness, here comes our unit's most attractive one—just not quite elegant enough in her attire!" Li Dongze held his wine glass, his small mustache animated as he stepped forward with a brisk stride.