Is the Divine General of Desire nearby? Yuan Shi Tian Zun's words instantly tightened the nerves of the official attendants, and the captains of Qingteng and Baitong White Dragon looked visibly apprehensive. Wan Zhi Shi slightly narrowed his eyes, his iris gradually transforming into that of a beast—within this seasoned attendant, a powerful aura coalesced, like a mighty feline poised for action. Jiang Jingwei, furious and yet undaunted, kept glancing around, eager even to engage in a final battle with the Divine General of Desire. "Don't worry—he won't attack us now," Zhang Yuanqing reassured everyone, explaining the phenomenon observed through the star-phase technique. Upon hearing that they would not suffer blood-related calamities, Qingteng and Baitong White Dragon, dressed in qipao, breathed a sigh of relief, finding their fate in the hands of the Divine General of Desire far more dreadful than death itself. "Why us—why us men—should we be struck by blood-related disasters?" Daji Baba was both furious and bewildered, his voice tinged with growing fear. Li Dongze pulled out his phone, preparing to call Fu Qingyang, while speaking in a steady tone: "Will they be captured by the Lord of Lust?" The Qingteng and Bai Long, who had just relaxed, now turned pale. "No!" Guan Ya remained composed, looking at Zhang Yuanqing and saying, "If they were truly captured by the Lord of Lust, I would definitely commit suicide. But I haven't suffered any bloodshed." Her expression and gaze seemed to tell a story. Zhang Yuanqing nodded without delay, stating, "Although the Lord of Lust is strong, among the four saints present, Wan Zhi Shi is especially experienced. Even the Lord of Lust cannot eliminate us all within a short time. Moreover, if the commotion becomes too great, Fu Elder will surely notice. Also, the Lord of Lust cannot be certain whether there are other elders quietly monitoring the area. Furthermore, with such heavy foot traffic here, if a battle truly breaks out, innocent bystanders will be affected—morally, we'd be wiped out in minutes." Master Wan silently gathered his breath, nodded in agreement, and said, "So your point is that the Divine General of Desire is nearby and will take the opportunity, while Fu Qingyang is away, to silently mark us. Once we each return to our homes, he will follow the marks to find us." He glanced at the female corpse on the bed, a quiet sorrow evident in his eyes: "Just like what happened to the Queen of Deep Waters." Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "Yes, and since Guan Ya and the others live in Fu's village, the Divine General of Desire is too cautious to come and claim them, so they are safe." Turning toward the living room, he added, "I'm not entirely sure about the exact range of the Mist Lord's mark, but it won't be very far—likely, the Divine General of Desire is right within this building. We must be cautious." With these words, the relief the group had just felt returned to a state of alertness. "If the Divine General of Desire is indeed nearby, then who is the murderer that Fu Elder has been pursuing?" Li Dongze exhaled in relief, held his phone, and furrowed his brow, asking the question. At that moment, the phone he dialed connected, and a voice from the speaker came—Fu Qingyang's: "What's going on?" Li Dongze immediately said: "Fu Elder, your target is likely not the Lord of Lust." Before he finished speaking, Fu Qingyang interrupted: "I know!" "You know?!" Li Dongze was taken aback. Everyone else in the room paused as well—had Fu Qingyang already realized the murderer wasn't the Lord of Lust? Only Guan Ya turned to look at the female corpse on the bed, thinking deeply. "Although the Queen of Deep Waters has signs of sexual assault, it doesn't align with the Lord of Lust's typical behavior," Fu Qingyang explained through the speaker. "According to reports compiled by the Northern Division, all victims he has killed leave clear, distinct traces." He added: "Still, the killer remains a crucial clue—someone capable of silently eliminating a team-level Voyager without a sound." After explaining, he asked: "So you called me specifically to share this?" "Li Dongze hurried to say, 'Yuan Shi mentioned that the Color and Desire Divine General is nearby...' and then explained the situation as quickly as possible. Fu Qingyang said, 'I understand!' and promptly hung up the phone. Ten minutes later, Li Dongze's phone rang—caller was Fu Qingyang. The graceful Shizhang quickly answered, and the sound of Fu Qingyang's voice, crisp and clear like ice cubes clinking, filled the speaker: 'Within one kilometer of the apartment, no other Spirit Realm travelers are present except you. Yuan Shi, please examine everyone's facial expressions again.' Zhang Yuanqing immediately opened her 'star eyes,' scanned the group, and exclaimed, 'All appearances are normal—the blood-related disaster has vanished.' Fu Qingyang spoke calmly, as if expecting this all along, and instructed, 'Guan Ya, there are cameras in the room—go find them. I'll continue searching for the murderer...' After saying this, he hung up the phone. Were there cameras in the room? The group turned to look around, examining every corner. Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows, pondered the information, and after a moment of reflection, suddenly had it: "The Color-Desire Divine General has marked the Deep-Water Queen's team, yet has not personally intervened to kill. Instead, he dispatched subordinates to carry out the killings. After the assassins finish their work, they leave behind monitoring and surveillance equipment at the scene. The Color-Desire Divine General himself remains nearby, using the equipment to observe and inspect the official pilgrims on-site, aiming to reenact his previous strategy—subtly marking the official pilgrims and then eliminating them upon a convenient opportunity. "But just now, using my stellar divination technique, I observed each of your facial expressions. The Color-Desire Divine General has seen everything, heard everything. Consequently, he has abandoned his plan and decisively retreated..." That is why Fu Qingyang's 'True-Eye Technique' failed to detect the Color-Desire Divine General, and thus the bloodshed among the group was averted. "Phew—" Dai Ji-ba drew a deep breath, exclaiming in outrage, "This guy is absolutely cunning!" This time, no one mocked him, because the Color-Desire Master Wan is not a scout and has not been involved in the search for monitoring equipment. In a steady tone, he said: "We can't underestimate the divine generals. Though each of them has distinct personality flaws, the fact that they've survived to reach this point—living through all these years—is no accident. If it were that easy to defeat, they would have perished long ago. What lies ahead will be more challenging. The enemy is hidden while we are visible; we never know what they will do next." Seeing his colleagues from Kangyang District look grave, he added with reassurance: "Don't worry. The general's growing agitation has already drawn significant attention. The elders will surely step in. Even the Magi's eyes have already fallen in Songhai—how much more so with just one divine general?" As he spoke, Guan Ya had already identified the target. She walked over to the television and picked up the plush bear resting against the vase, its eyes facing the double bed and the bedroom door. Guan Ya opened the zipper on the bear's back and found, nestled within the soft white cotton, the listening and monitoring devices. "Hmm, three beautiful ladies." The streets at night were crowded with traffic. Inside a black sedan, the Color-Desire God in the back seat, wearing headphones, stared intently at the phone screen, licking her lips. After Guan Ya located the surveillance equipment and disabled the camera, the Color-Desire God set down her phone and instructed, "Terminate the plan. Leave Songhai and head for Jinshan City!" The driver, a young man wearing a baseball cap, replied, "Checkpoints have been established at both national highways and expressway exits, with members of the Wu-Xing Alliance inspecting passing vehicles. I can only take you to the outskirts, and then you'll need to walk the rest of the way to Jinshan City." The Color-Desire God nodded, "Notify your people to halt all operations and remain concealed. The five old fellows in Songhai are going to be on the move." The baseball-cap young man chuckled, "The official establishment will absolutely never anticipate our decisive departure from Songhai. As freelancers conducting guerrilla operations, we've never lost a battle. "The young man in the cap grew increasingly excited as he spoke: 'Sir, if you manage to capture the Prime Celestial Sovereign, that's one hundred million—our comrades can feast and enjoy fine meals. Your reputation will surpass that of the other celestial generals, and with the special rewards... the Silver Moon General has already ascended to Sovereign status. Perhaps you'll become the next head of the celestial generals.' The Lord of Desire lowered his window, gazing at the night scene outside, and sighed, 'The Prime Celestial Sovereign is a star official, exceptionally skilled at avoiding misfortune and steering toward good fortune—quite difficult to handle.' Originally, his plan had been to combine the fishing strategy with a lightning assault, delivering two decisive blows within a single day and inflicting a powerful blow on the Songhai Division. Then, he would swiftly withdraw to Songhai and execute his second plan—launching an attack on the Prime Celestial Sovereign at Jinshan City, using Wuhen Hotel as the key point. Unforeseen, however, the trap set tonight directly attracted the Prime Celestial Sovereign, forcing him to suspend his plans prematurely." However, although the expected goals were not fully achieved, the effect of provoking and delivering a strong blow to the Songhai branch was sufficient. The Sei-ju God turned his gaze, opened his phone, and sent a message: "Arriving in Jinshan City in half an hour." After sending the message, he received a reply fifteen minutes later—a photo. —Under the night sky, with dazzling lights illuminating the residential buildings, a young man in a blue delivery uniform, wearing a blue helmet, stepped out of the building. He had a striking appearance, with well-defined brows and large eyes, an air of boldness and spirited resistance, like a restless, combative young wolf dog. "Dingdong!" Another message arrived: "He is Kou Beiyue. Once you arrive in Jinshan City, I will send you the address. The Chairman has asked me to support your efforts. Please feel free to let me know whenever you need anything." "... Inside the apartment, the darkness in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes faded. He glanced at the body beneath his feet and shook his head, saying, 'He wasn't a subordinate of the Lord of Passion. He was a regular guest at the Chaotic Passion Bar—a free-standing cultivator, well-known within their circle, especially since he was a Saint. The Lord of Passion had quietly gathered profiles of many of his guests, and he was one of them. He was seduced by the Lord of Passion and became a blade of passion, ultimately killing the Queen of Deep Water and six of his colleagues. The Lord of Passion was extremely cautious; I didn't see any other useful information.' Fu Qingyang pondered for a long time and analyzed: "The Color of Desire is likely to go into hiding in the near future and probably will temporarily withdraw from Songhai. Notify the colleagues at the branches near Songhai to be cautious, and have them report immediately if anything unusual occurs. 'Master Yuan, we need to be ready for patrols.'" Fu Qingyang glanced at his watch. "Let's go. I have five elders to meet with. Based on my assessment of his passion for color and desire, he's been lurking too long—probably already plotting his next move in the shadows." Moreover, you've asked for five-star reviews—no matter how unsatisfactory your service, the customer's retaliation will stop at simply not giving you a five-star rating. That's a secret little roundabout taught to him during casual chats by Xiao Yuan. "Bang!" The customer didn't even glance at him, just picked up the delivery and walked out. Kou Beiyue hurried down the stairs, returned to his electric scooter, removed the milk tea hanging from the handle, and gulped it down quickly, exhaling a satisfied sigh. It was mealtime, and orders were piling up. He hung up a half bottle of milk tea, sat on his scooter, and was about to head to the next customer when he suddenly noticed a man wearing a mask, thin in build, with dark, sun-kissed skin, walking toward him.