Listening to the marshal's questions, Fu Qingyang's eyes narrowed slightly, then smoothed out in an instant. "What do you mean, Marshal? Yuan Shi is not a descendant of the Magician King; he has passed the examination of the Tiger Seal." Even facing the highest leader among the White Tiger troops, Fu Qingyang maintained his composed demeanor. "Rules-based artifacts are not infallible—every rule has its flaws." The female marshal kept her file upright, lightly shaking her long cylindrical military boots resting on the desk. "Yuan Shi Tianzun is a talented individual, with great potential and excellent at conquering dungeons. However, while he's competent, he still falls short compared to the Magician King, and even when compared to me. Yet, in terms of achievements at the Transcendent Realm level, his record surpasses both of ours. "That alone makes him a significant concern in my eyes." Fu Qingyang raised an eyebrow. "Your claim that he falls short is merely subjective. To me, performance is the ultimate standard of evaluation." Faced with Lord Fu’s uncompromising rebuttal, the female marshal remained utterly calm, offering a gentle smile. "It is true that I have been subjective—yet there is a kind of resonance among true talents. Take Guan Ya, for instance. I find her quite impressive, though I believe she still falls short of the very top tier. As for you—I initially thought you were rather ordinary, and indeed, your talent has proven to be quite mediocre. As for the Demon King, while I have long held strong reservations about his character, I must admit he is the only peer among his generation capable of ascending to half-divine status; he simply lacks the time. Regrettably, the one you hold in such high regard, the Prime Origin Immortal, does not strike me with the same conviction. Thus, I suspect his achievements contain some elements of subjectivity." With that, she set down her documents and revealed her face. Aside from her flowing white hair, her eyelashes were also white, thick and curled, like two soft white brushes. Her eyes were a pale green—not the typical green of white people, but rather a more exotic hue, as though transformed. Clear and luminous, they shone like the most beautiful gemstones in Her eyes were large and round, with slightly upward-curving corners, giving her a regal and commanding presence. The face's features, especially the eyes, accounted for sixty percent of its overall appeal—these eyes, framed by delicate white lashes, were truly exceptional. Her other facial features matched the eyes in their outstanding quality: her complexion was pale, with a cool, serene tone; her lips were thin yet moist, and her nose straight and refined. Her demeanor was neither delicate nor graceful nor ethereal, but rather an imposing, awe-inspiring dignity. Combined with her eyes—luminous and resplendent, like precious stones, radiating authority—she exuded a commanding presence, one that made one instinctively fall to their knees and cry out, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!" The female marshal set the document aside, her slender fingers gently gesturing. A chocolate piece from the plate floated upward on its own, shed its outer garment, and then was delivered directly into her mouth. She took a small sip, "Let's be objective. In the killing quest, I observed the Primordial Sovereign using a piece of equipment belonging to the Magus King—a piece that is not typically associated with the Night-Wanderer class. Theoretically, he should not have been able to obtain it. How do you see this?" She didn’t directly answer Fu Qingyang’s question, but continued speaking on her own: “Let me tell you something you may not know. After the Magus King passed away, all the artifacts he controlled—those specifically desired by the Leader of the Night Rose and the Master of the Taiyuan Sect—did not return to the Spirit Realm. According to the Master of the Taiyuan Sect’s calculations, they remained in the character cards in some way. Therefore, the Magus King’s descendants hold great significance for both the Night Rose and the Taiyuan Sect.” As she spoke, she glanced at the chocolate candy on the table, and instantly, one chocolate floated upward, flying toward Fu Qingyang, neatly shedding its outer layer as it moved. Fu Qingyang waved his hand to dismiss the chocolate, furrowing his brow: “What exactly is in the Magus King’s character card?” The depth of this matter was something even the regular elders found hard to grasp, yet the female marshal didn’t hesitate to share it with him. “Do you know the prophecy of the Light Compass? The very first line—when the sun, moon, and stars align… Ah, now we’re missing one. How can they align?” "Fu Qingyang suddenly understood, 'I see. The Magus King controls one of the three supreme artifacts of the Night-Wandering Deities. If Yuan Shi is a descendant of the Magus King, then the Five-Element Alliance will certainly hand him over to the Taiyuan Sect.' The Taiyuan Sect and the Five-Element Alliance are deeply interconnected, and the current foremost Night-Wandering Deity is precisely the Five-Element Alliance's primary investment—just as the War Master's Sect invested in the leader of the Night Rose. The female marshal placed the milk tea back on the table, sat up straight, and with a confident gaze fixed steadily ahead, said, "Whether or not the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign is indeed a descendant of the Magus King remains to be verified—this is not difficult. The truth that the Tiger Seal cannot reveal can be uncovered by me. No one can lie before my eyes, not even a half-divine of equal rank. Now that the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign has been brought here, it will be clear whether he is a descendant of the Magus King." "If you truly intend to nurture him and treat him as a trusted confidant, then everything we've discussed today shall be entirely forgotten once you depart. After all, I may be the commander of the White Tiger troops, but I am also your sister." Fu Qingyang swallowed the sugar in his mouth and said with dignified composure, "He is mine while he lives, and my spirit when he dies. How I treat him is my decision. Before anyone else gives orders, they should first ask my sword." The handsome Qian公子, no longer radiating the brilliance he once did, now has his left cheek swollen like a pig's head, a bruise and hematoma on his right eye, two of his front teeth broken. His legs are also broken. His pristine, snow-white suit, now streaked with sword cuts, is torn and soaked in blood. Fu Qingyang slumps onto the sofa, catching his breath, then notices a golden, translucent syringe resting on the coffee table—something that wasn't there when he entered. The life essence had been prepared all along. This useless woman... Fu Qingyang silently picks up the syringe and injects a vial of life essence into his neck vein. Once his injuries heal, he grabs the phone on the coffee table and dials his assistant's number, his voice cold and resolute: "Get ready to return to Songhai!" ... The sun gradually sinks below the horizon, but night has not yet fully set. Zhang Yuanqing hands over the handle to the lively young man, inhales the rich aroma of the food, and makes his way to the living room. The table is laden with delicious dishes—steamed crabs, chicken soup, fresh sea bass, braised bamboo shoots, sweet and sour pork, stir-fried greens with garlic, crispy roast duck, and stir-fried water spinach—so abundant that it's truly a feast. Grandma is still busy in the kitchen, her iron spatula clattering against the iron pot with a rhythmic "ping-pong" sound. Poor Jiang Yu, reluctantly called upon as a volunteer, is now confined in the small kitchen, serving as a kitchen assistant. Zhang Yuanqing picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork, chewed thoughtfully, and heard Grandma's voice from the kitchen: "Yuanzi, has your girlfriend arrived yet?" "I'll check—just a moment," Zhang Yuanqing said, pulling out his phone and messaging Guan Ya: "Has she arrived? We're just waiting for you to start the meal." Since afternoon, he has been constantly calling and messaging Guan Ya, urging her to come or else the whole family will move to her place. Guan Ya had initially refused, but eventually gave in under persistent pressure, half-pleading, half-accepting: "Alright!" " “You said half an hour ago you’d be here in half an hour—I’ll wait no more than five minutes. If you don’t show up, we’ll find a new place to eat.” Zhang Yuanqing sent the message. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, five minutes!” In Guan Ya’s reply, there was a full measure of reluctance. Zhang Yuanqing called out to the kitchen: “There’s still five minutes—I’m going down to fetch her.” He knew Guan Ya would surely come—Old Lady Si’ji always kept her word, though she could be rather dramatic. “Bang!” The security door closed, and Zhang Yuanqing stepped out. On the other side, in the bedroom, a gentle breeze drifted in from the window, causing the curtains to sway slightly. A goddess in a flowing silk robe and a bride in a vibrant red wedding gown appeared in the room—Old Lady Si’ji and the ghost bride. As soon as they appeared, the remote control floating before the television suddenly “clattered” to the floor. San Dao Mountain Lady turned and listened, spotting a round, endearing infant crying furiously, who then rolled and crawled through the wall, escaping. “That’s The elder budge nodded slightly. She had wandered through the bustling world for two days, now well accustomed to the changes of the times, encountering many novel things and gaining an understanding of modern lifestyles. Most interesting! Yet, regretfully, many experiences she found worthwhile had to be abandoned simply because she lacked a physical form—her human body could not sustain her presence. —The human body was not strong enough to bear her embodiment. "Lord Zhang is not in the house," the ghost bride sensed carefully, detecting no trace of his presence. The Lady of San Dao Mountain, meanwhile, turned her attention to the desk drawer, where she sensed the magic staff. She had arrived in the present world at noon two days ago, and now, at noon today, exactly two days later, she had already surpassed half a day of her stay—her vitality was fading steadily, second by second. "Hmm, Lady, Lord Zhang has prepared a physical form for you," the lady remarked, as she was about to return, upon seeing the maid Bai Lan, wearing her red veil, beaming happily, opening the wardrobe door. In the wardrobe, standing quietly was a body of exquisite beauty, flawless in every detail. With a slight hesitation, the Lady of San Dao Mountains glanced toward the living room, then murmured, "Why not taste a bit of human life before we leave?" Not having eaten a meal was the greatest regret of the past two days. She had only come to understand three aspects of modern life—clothing, food, and housing. With a single step, the old man stepped into the blood rose, and the corpse opened his eyes. A flash of golden light passed through his gaze, which now shimmered with vitality, no longer dull or cold. The Lady of San Dao Mountains stepped out of the wardrobe, opened the door to the bedroom, and entered the living room. She carefully observed the layout of the room and the food on the table, standing by the table for a long time. At that moment, an elderly woman with white hair carried the final dish of spiced fish head into the room. They looked at each other.