"Looking at your expression, it seems something unpleasant has happened." Guan Ya just cut a piece of steak and brought it to her mouth, then silently set it down. The team leaders at the table also paused their meals, turning their attention to Fu Qingyang. "We just received word that a small unit in the Chao Men district has been wiped out," Fu Qingyang said, his voice heavy with gravity. Qingteng's face slightly changed, exclaiming, "How could this have happened..." Zhang Yuanqing said solemnly, "Was it the Lord of Desire responsible?" Everyone else immediately grew serious. The southeast coastal region has always been relatively stable—until now, no such severe incident had ever occurred since they joined. "The details are still unclear," Fu Qingyang said, standing up with a composed expression, "Everyone come with me—we need to go to the scene." With a soft sound of the high-back chairs shifting, the group rose and followed Fu Qingyang out of the conference room. Zhang Yuanqing summoned the rabbit maidens holding smartphones and said, "Cut the beef steak for Guan Ya and place it in a meal box for me." The rabbit maiden immediately carried the tray and departed. Zhang Yuanqing followed the group, who waited in the living room for several minutes before three black executive vehicles arrived slowly and parked at the villa entrance. Fu Qingyang led the team captains through the courtyard toward the entrance. Zhang Yuanqing waited for about fifteen seconds until a rabbit maiden hurried over with the meal box, "Mr. Yuan Shi, here's your beef steak!" "Thank you!" Zhang Yuanqing took the meal box and rushed out—by then, Fu Qingyang and the others had already entered the vehicles and were looking out through the windows. Jiang Jingwei, watching through the window, saw Mr. Yuan Shi holding the meal box, heading straight for his vehicle, and his eyes lit up with delight. He happily extended his hand, "Mr. Yuan Shi, are you bringing me lunch?" Unexpectedly, Mr. Yuan Shi replied, "Not for you. A child can go a few meals without eating without any problem." And with that, he stepped into the vehicle. All present, Fu Qingyang said calmly, "Let's go!" The three business vehicles swiftly departed from the Fu family villa. In the middle vehicle, Zhang Yuanqing handed a fast-food box to Guan Ya, who sat upright with serious posture, eyes fixed on her nose, mind fully absorbed. Only after gently tapping her waist twice did Guan Ya turn her head, scolding, "What are you doing? Don't act so special—so many people watching—it's quite awkward..." She seemed a bit shy, and like Zhang Yuanqing, the older lady-in-waiting lacked experience in certain aspects, not much better than a young girl. "You didn't have lunch," Zhang Yuanqing said, placing the box on the older lady's thigh, smiling. "I only care whether you're hungry. I don't mind others' gazes." Guan Ya's eyes softened instantly, and her smile broadened. "You've made great progress!" Zhang Yuanqing gazed into Guan Ya's beautiful eyes, murmuring, "Because it's you..." Guan Ya's cheeks flushed gently. “Cough… cough… cough…” Li Dongze, sitting in the back, coughed vigorously, as if suffering from tuberculosis. Shizheng glanced out the window, his voice steady. “Pay attention!” Zhang Yuanqing remained silent, holding a silver spoon and taking small, careful bites of the sliced steak. Jiang Jingwei and Li Dongze sat behind her, constantly patting her shoulders. Guan Ya ate one bite, then turned to feed another, finishing the steak quickly. The ones capable of wiping out an entire squad are likely the Deity of Desire, yet how could a regular squad locate such a deity? If they had deliberately exposed their presence—well, that seemed unlikely. Once a suspected Deity of Desire's location was discovered, it would invariably be several stewards arriving together, or even directly notifying Fu Qingyang. If one wears just a white shirt, rolls up the sleeves, unbuttons three buttons at the chest, and has a slightly messy, carefree hairstyle, that's the Fire Specialist. The five mainstream professions within the Five Elements Alliance are quite distinguishable. "Master Wan!" Fu Qingyang bowed slightly, his expression serious, saying, "Could you kindly show us the way?" Master Wan made a gesture of invitation and led the group through the corridor into a room sealed off by a perimeter line. It was a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, quite spacious, covering approximately one hundred square meters. The living room featured a high-end design—sofa, coffee table, and household appliances all clearly expensive. Notably, the furnishings in the living room were neatly arranged, showing no signs of battle damage. Master Wan walked straight through the living room, opened the door to the bedroom, and entered. Inside, the air conditioner was blowing cool air. On a double bed covered with light blue sheets lay a woman in her thirties—mature, beautiful. Her eyes were still, lifeless, fixed with fear and resentment upon the ceiling, capturing the final expression of her death. Pale streaks of bruising remained along her neck where she had been choked. "This evening, the northern branches compiled all the records on the Lord of Desire. I suddenly summoned my captains for a meeting, but couldn't reach the Queen of Deep Waters. When I went to check on her, I found she had been murdered. Realizing something was seriously wrong, I immediately contacted her team members—only to find all six of them missing. I reported the situation to Elder Jinghong, who provided their addresses. Upon visiting, we discovered that all six had also been killed..." His expression was both solemn and furious. "The Color-Desire God-Commander is challenging the Songhai Branch, signaling that this is the consequence he intends for us." "Arrogant!" roared Da Ji Baba. "Arrogant!" Jiang Jingwei also bellowed, and the two Fire Masters instantly found their emotions resonating. The official Waywalkers present looked uneasy—furious, yet fearful. They questioned whether, should a God-Commander-level figure turn their attention to them, they would be able to escape unscathed. Kuan Ya furrowed her brows. "The Executive Officers still remain too relaxed. The Color-Desire God-Commander is quite different from Black Unusual, who merely seeks to hide and conduct secret transactions." A God-Commander at the peak of the Saint Realm would not hesitate to launch a relentless hunt against transcendent Waywalkers. With sufficient means, they could easily uncover the addresses of the lower-level Waywalkers. Indeed, it's always easier to disrupt than to preserve order—yet now, with the Color-Desire God-Commander's persistent agitation, the senior elders can no longer tolerate him. Zhang Yuanqing added, "It's impossible to defend against him. "A sixth-tier sage who has abandoned his lower limits is quite a headache," said Fu Qingyang, who reached into his pocket and produced a pair of black gloves, then walked to the bedside and said, "Step back!" He was going to examine the body? Zhang Yuanqing quickly turned around with the others. After about ten seconds, Fu Qingyang's voice came from behind: "All right." He removed the gloves and tossed them into the trash can, then said coldly, "The passion for color was cautious—no bodily fluids were left behind." No bodily fluids... Zhang Yuanqing silently abandoned the idea of summoning the red ballet shoes. "Senior Fu, you said that if the passion for color was willing to kill, you could identify him," said Jiang Jingwei, speaking directly and urging, "Why aren't you taking action yet? Are you just exaggerating?" Fu Qingyang's stern expression paused slightly. "I'm just about to begin," he replied. Zhang Yuanqing quickly added, "Jingwei, don't worry—Senior Fu knows exactly what to do." How truly unremarkable this young man is—compared even to a single hair strand of Yuan Shi... Fu Qingyang walked to the bedside and gently spread his palms A black mist surged, and in the palm of his hand appeared a compact, lantern-like object—about the size of two palms. Its framework was composed of delicate bones, and its thin, translucent skin replaced the traditional white square paper. At the base lay a shallow, thin dish. Most unusual was that the lantern appeared semi-transparent, as if rendered in holographic form, rather than as a solid physical object. "Is this a piece of equipment specific to the Night-Wanderer profession?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. Fu Qingyang nodded. "This is called the Lantern of Seeking Guilt. The flame is drawn from the lingering spirit of the deceased. As long as that spirit hasn't fully dissipated, it will guide me to the killer. Most hidden-essence items cannot block its path—it's one of Taigong's key tools for identifying enemies." He then glanced back at his trusted subordinate. "We acquired it during our campaign to secure the Silent Village." The depth of a large organization truly lies in such accumulated resources—this item is indeed excellent. Unfortunately, I already have the Red Slippers. If I hadn't, I'd have stormed the branch headquarters to secure it. That's what Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself With this, the Flame of Desire can be swiftly pinpointed. Fu Qingyang extended his hand and placed the "Seeking-Grudge Lamp" upon the brow of the Queen of Deep Water. Instantly, a slender black flame rose silently from the base of the lamp. As the black flame burned, it filled the hollow human-skinned lamp, and the Seeking-Grudge Lamp gradually ascended, passing through the ceiling and rising swiftly. Fu Qingyang said, "You cannot fly, so remain here and wait for me. Yuan Shi, observe my facial expression." Zhang Yuanqing immediately opened his star-like eyes and examined Fu Qingyang's face. The Palace of De and Lu shone brightly, indicating smooth progress in his recent endeavors... the Palace of Labor appeared gray, suggesting heavy workloads recently... the Palace of厄 showed no issues, indicating no danger ahead. Zhang Yuanqing remarked, "Fu Elder is currently experiencing great fortune and faces no danger." Fu Qingyang nodded and opened the window of his bedroom, then vanished into the sky as a streak of white light. In the distance, Zhang Yuanqing caught a faint impression of a sword-like aura beneath Fu Qingyang's feet. Hope Fu Qingyang achieves success swiftly and eliminates the god of lust... Zhang Yuanqing thought, shifting his gaze toward Guan Ya. Given what has happened, it's prudent to monitor whether any of his colleagues have recently experienced blood-related misfortunes. Guan Ya's appearance was normal, Jiang Jingwei's was normal, Bai Long Qing Ting's was normal—yet when he looked at Li Dongze, his expression changed. A surge of bloodlight hovered above Li Dongze's eyes, indicating an impending blood-related disaster. Not only Li Dongze—Tang Guoqiang and Da Ji Baba also displayed bloodlight, each facing such disasters in the near future. As for Wan Zhi Shi, the dark mist spreading across his brow foretold an injury in the coming period. And what about me? Zhang Yuanqing frowned, turning his gaze to the table by the window, where cosmetics were neatly arranged. In the round mirror on the table, his own face reflected clearly—bloodlight enveloping his brow! Wait—Fu Qingyang failed to eliminate the god of lust? Will all the others, except Guan Ya and the other women, meet their end? Zhang Yuanqing stood there stunned. He hadn't expected such a result. His thoughts raced—every man present would face danger, even death, while the women remained unharmed. What was the difference? Ah! These women had recently been residing at Fu Qingyang's villa, protected by Fu. As for us, without such protection, we would suffer great calamity—would the Color-Thirst Divine General be targeting each of the men here? Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized it, gasping, "This entire murder case is merely a pretense—the Color-Thirst Divine General is right nearby!"