As Wang Tai reported the location, Zhang Yuanqing had already pulled out his phone, opened the map, located the address of Xundai Logistics in Jiangxin Town, and handed the phone to Fu Qingyang. Jiangxin Town was about 150 kilometers from Songhai City, situated in the periphery of Jiangnan Province. Fu Qingyang glanced at the map and nodded. "The town isn't large. My Insight Technique can cover one-third of the area at a time; with three applications, we'll be able to locate the Desire. Looking at the elder with long red hair and the shaggy Teddy dog seated at the desk, he said, "We can't be certain this isn't a setup by the Commander of the Army. For safety's sake, let's invite Longshen Elder as well—her Dragon Spirit can counteract any mental control techniques. Yuanshen, please notify the Master of Zhishi Palace to join us." Qian Gong then turned to the several attendants. "You all will take charge of securing the outer routes, in case Desire attempts to escape." How cautious—they’ve teamed up five masters, and even if the opponent has hidden a Tian Wang, they can still handle it with ease. Zhang Yuanqing reached for his phone, then walked toward the study. Thanks to the cloud backup, even though his phone was damaged, his contacts, photos, and messages remained safely stored. He hadn’t lost the Tian Wang’s phone number. He pushed open the brown wooden door and dialed her number. The call tone rang a few times before she answered, her warm, melodic voice filling Zhang Yuanqing’s ears: “Hm, you don’t call me often, do you? Are you thinking of me?” Her voice was soft and magnetic, like a young fairy flirting with her lover. She always knows how to tease me… Zhang Yuanqing still lacked the confidence to flirt with her, so he spoke formally: “We’ve pinpointed the location of desire. Fu Qingyang has invited you to join him.” "Master Zhengsha smiled gently: "A mere passion for beauty? Surely not enough to prompt Fu Qingyang to personally invite me, let alone to make him see other threats?" Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing offered his praise: "Master Zhengsha is truly brilliant, graceful and perceptive—exactly as I've just described..." He recounted Fu Qingyang's concerns. Upon hearing this, Master Zhengsha spoke directly: "Ten minutes!" Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone and returned to the study, stating under everyone's watchful gaze: "Master Zhengsha will arrive in ten minutes." Fu Qingyang, Elder Tianhuo, and Elder Gou nodded slightly, remaining silent and waiting. The atmosphere in the study grew quiet—no one spoke, as if the entire group were preparing for battle. I hope today's mission succeeds and fully resolves the threat posed by this person. As long as he remains alive, I won't sleep soundly, and I won't rest easy... Zhang Yuanqing sat beside Guan Ya, his expression serious. Guan Ya pressed her lips together, and in a way that no one else could see, gently held Zhang Yuanqing's hand. "Given our lineup, Desire is just a crawler," she smiled. Zhang Yuanqing nodded, feeling a little more at ease. Her hands were cool and soft, smooth and pleasant to the touch. Five minutes later, a fierce wind swept through the villa's courtyard, rattling the windows with a loud clatter, and the brown double wooden doors of the study swung open with a crash, the wind rushing in. Everyone turned their heads, raising their arms to shield against the gust. When the wind subsided, standing on the red carpet leading directly to the study door was a tall woman dressed in a black dress, wearing a black veil, her dark hair flowing like a waterfall. Was this the Luo Shen elder from the Water Deity Palace—the one who had saved me at Songhai University? I remember Fu Qingyang mentioning that there was an elder hidden within Songhai University. Zhang Yuanqing studied the elder carefully, mentally scanning through the female students and faculty she knew, trying to match her identity and identify the Luo Shen. She was exceptionally tall, standing at about 1.73 meters. Her skin, pale as moonlight beneath the black veil, shone with a delicate luminosity; the black sleeves revealed a section of her snow-white, lotus-like arm. Her hands and fingers were well-proportioned and refined. The veil covered two-thirds of her face, yet her eyes—slightly hazy, like the morning mist after a rain on a mountain slope—were particularly beautiful. Zhang Yuanqing thought and thought, recalling all the female teachers and students she had known at Songhai University over the past year, only growing more puzzled. "Such a beauty," she mused, "and yet I've barely registered her presence after nearly a year here. This is truly an insult to me." The Luo Shen elder glanced over the assembled group in the study, giving a slight nod to the Dog Elder, while deliberately ignoring Fu Qingyang and the Heavenly Fire Elder. The former had recently challenged her in a meeting room, and the latter had always been at odds with her. After another five minutes, Fu Qingyang seemed to sense something, turning his gaze toward the window on the left—by the time he made this movement, the other three elders had already shifted their A slender crimson thread emerged from the window crack, and one after another, more threads crept in, flowing like miniature waterfalls into the study, eventually swelling and rising to form a woman dressed in a magnificent Song Dynasty-style robe, wearing a silver mask. A black and a red—two female sovereigns, shining in harmonious contrast. Fu Qingyang said calmly, "All assembled. I'll keep it brief. Ten minutes ago, we pinpointed the Color of Desire at Jiangxin Town. To prevent the Commander of the Army from setting a trap, we've invited all of you to join us. The Color of Desire won't stay in one place long—she may even leave today. Speed is of the essence. We'll proceed directly, without relying on transportation. The sovereigns will personally escort them." As he spoke, he glanced at the five saints in the study. Upon hearing this, the Master of Zhishi Palace smiled and turned to Zhang Yuanqing, saying, "Young face, come here!" Young face... The official messengers in the study exchanged quiet glances with Yuan Shang Tianzun. Even the usually composed Qian Gong was momentarily stunned. ……Zhang Yuanqing coughed hurriedly, saying, "Master, please don't be joking." What a madman! My girlfriend is still here! My brother-in-law is here too—aren't you trying to kill me? Under the quiet gaze of Guan Ya, Zhang Yuanqing walked toward the young lord, "I'll go with Fu Elder." Master Zhi Sha chuckled, and didn't insist. Guan Ya moved smoothly to join Luo Shen Elder, while the other sages, based on their professions and affiliations, chose their respective elders. Fu Qingyang immediately grasped his trusted aide's shoulder, opened the window, and launched a sword qi straight into the sky. Zhang Yuanqing floated above the ground, with a roaring wind rushing past his ears. A sudden sense of alarm struck him, and instinctively he clutched Fu Qingyang's waist, his legs wrapping around his thighs. What a wonder—it's as if the sword immortals from legend were here, only these immortals need to step on a sword, while Fu Qingyang seems to be stepping directly on the sword's aura. Zhang Yuanqing looked down, at the city skyscrapers appearing small and delicate, like toy blocks, and felt a wave of astonishment. At that moment, he heard Fu Qingyang's voice low and resigned: "Could you please not keep holding me like this?" The noble Qian公子 had never experienced such intimate contact with a man, let alone with someone of the opposite gender. "I'm a bit afraid of heights—I'm afraid I'll fall. Master, we're both men, so a little embrace shouldn't be too much," Zhang Yuanqing skillfully demonstrated his social grace. Fu Qingyang said nothing, as though he had no interest in engaging with him at all. On the bed, a slender, gaunt silhouette crouched low, shoulders bearing two long legs that surged forward with an intense, rapid rhythm, their sharp impacts echoing throughout the bedroom. The two legs hung suspended, occasionally straightening, then trembling wildly. The young woman’s face, etched with pain, twisted in agony—she had no idea how many times she had fallen unconscious only to wake up again. She pleaded desperately, yet the mistress showed not the slightest tenderness, as if she were merely a tool to be used and then discarded, a mere toy for the mistress’s indulgences. “Your movements are too loud!” the passion deity said coldly. He picked up the garments casually tossed at the bedside and pressed them into the woman’s mouth. Instantly, her cries and moans turned into muffled “wheezes.” Unlike the bustling residential building, where the mistress’s wine and feasts were served in abundance, the slaves here—no matter how loud they cried—would go unnoticed within her domain. But in this setting, the woman’s cries might very well draw unwelcome attention, such as a neighbor calling the authorities. The Lord of Desire doesn't want to create trouble for himself during his period of retreat. Seeing the young woman wracked with pain, her face streaked with tears, he sneered, "A fresh bride, truly fragile—your husband is utterly inadequate. After I've finished with you, he'll finally understand what true masculine strength entails." After his defeat of the Prime Sovereign of the Beginning, he first retreated to a village far from the Sea of Pine, where he spent two days indulging in the company of several village women before relocating to Jiangxin Town. The advantage of a small town is its seclusion, though the pool of beautiful women is surprisingly scarce. The woman he has chosen is young, recently married, with a graceful figure and a lovely face—among the more distinguished beauties in Jiangxin Town, given its modest population. Thus, the Lord of Desire intends to stay with this household for a few more days, before departing once he's had his fill. His next destination is already decided: a historic town in Jiangnan Province. There were often influencers and young women visiting and taking photos there, a sea of beautiful women—viewed by the Color-Desire General as mere wildflowers to be plucked at will. While the setting lacked a bit of seclusion, it was clearly safer than Songhai or the city itself, since tourist spots didn’t have official branches stationed there. Once he weathered the storm, he would return to Songhai. There, the city bloomed with abundance, and women—such a rich resource—were plentiful. Drawing on this experience, he would rebuild his lush banquet halls, creating a more discreet network to attract beautiful women. The official authorities wouldn’t keep him under constant scrutiny; after unsuccessful pursuits, they’d issue a warrant at most. Could a seasoned general like him truly be missing a warrant? After a surge of intense activity, the Color-Desire General relaxed and fully satisfied his desires. He casually set aside the long legs draped over his shoulders, donned a man’s robe, and walked to the window, drawing the curtains open to let in the bright sunlight, bringing in both light and clarity. A woman simply cannot satisfy me—three are the absolute minimum. Perhaps I should select groups who live in standalone villas, then gather the toys I find from among them. But such a setup lacks concealment. The God of Desire gazed upward at the blue sky, exhaled a frustrated breath. Though he could indulge in any target that caught his eye, reside in any household at will, marry anew every day, and change his bride nightly—these experiences still failed to fulfill his deeper needs. He required slaves—many, many slaves. At that very moment, the God of Desire keenly sensed an invisible ripple emanating from afar, sweeping through the nearby residential buildings like waves, and spreading further out. Was it the scouts' perception ability?! Such a scale and reach—was it at least the level of a Sovereign? Had the official representatives from the Five Elements Alliance actually located him? The God of Desire's face suddenly paled. He had never believed that the Alliance's mediocre members could find him. Yet now was not the time for confusion. As the perception ability swept across the region, he immediately realized that his presence had been exposed. Is it Fu Qingyang or Huang Sha Bai Zhan who comes? Yanshi excels in decisive warfare but lacks the skill to encircle and wear down their opponents. They won't dare to engage me in dense crowds, and if only one Sovereign arrives, even if I fall short, I can still use the lives of ordinary people to delay and weave a path to escape. The Desire God swiftly pivots his thoughts, formulating a clear escape strategy—hiding at the edge of Jiangxin Town, targeting the weakest points in the encirclement. Without hesitation, the Desire God grabs a black cloak from his inventory, unfolds it, and dons it. Instantly, his form vanishes into the air, entering a state of invisibility. Then, with the black cloak draped over him, he leaps from the fourth-floor window and lands in the green belt below. This item is called the "Night-Wanderer Cloak," belonging to the Night-Wanderer class. Its function is "Night-Wandering"—wearing the cloak grants the core ability of the Night-Wanderer, but it lasts only fifteen minutes, and each use requires a half-hour interval before it can be worn again. There are two costs: first, during the time wearing the cloak, the warrior cannot fight or use skills; second, after fifteen minutes, the body will grow weak for half an hour. For years, the Lord of Desire has been skilled in survival and escape tactics. Leaping from the green belt, he was about to surge out of the residential complex and flee toward Jiangxin Town—when suddenly he halted, scanning the complex with cautious vigilance. The once-bustling neighborhood now stood empty and silent. This is neither the real world nor a mere illusion—I can no longer detect the mark left on that woman… The Lord of Desire, cloaked and uncertain, circles the area, his senses alert. Just moments ago, he realized he could no longer sense the position of "the toy," while the sorceress's illusion cannot sever his connection to his prey. "Desire, step forth! Once you enter my mirror world, you will never escape." A cool, clear female voice resonates. In the state of nocturnal wandering, the desire for color became visible as a graceful figure dancing through the air, her skirt and hair swaying in the breeze. Two elders from the Water Deity's Palace? A weight settled in the heart of the deity of desire, and before he could react, a strong wind surged across the landscape, followed by a downpour of rain that poured from the sky. In the misty rain, the figure of the deity of desire began to take shape— —The skill of nocturnal wandering could not fundamentally erase a person's presence. "Whoosh!" Suddenly, the rain curtain was severed by an invisible blade, slicing directly toward the deity of desire. Immediately, the deity of desire shed his nocturnal cloak, retrieved his items, and rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the sword's force. He then leapt back, turning to gaze in the direction of the blade's strike— And in that moment, his pupils contracted sharply, his face pale as paper. The direction of the sword's strike was not a single figure, but a group of people. A young man in a crisp white suit, with a stern expression and rarely smiling; a tall, robust elder with fiery short hair, who exudes the air of enduring strength; a fluffy Teddy bear riding a mythical white lion; a woman wearing a silver mask and a flowing red dress; and another woman in a black dress standing gracefully in the wind above the ground—five Sovereigns! "Thank you also to the Wrathful Divine General, who reported your misconduct in Jiangxin Town." Zhang Yuanqing seized the opportunity to deliver a final blow. "Wrathful?" The lean face of the Desire Divine General surged with veins of blue, "Why would he harm me? He...?" Zhang Yuanqing arched an eyebrow, "You're absolutely right—he has already discovered the affair between you and his wife. Indeed, it was I who revealed it to him." The Desire Divine General stared in astonishment at Yuan Shi Tian Zun, his expression instantly twisted. In the next instant, he set aside all his anger and resentment, turning to the official elders and declaring with conviction, "I am willing to be detained by the Five Elements Alliance. I am willing to cooperate, and to disclose all information regarding the Commander of the Army." This was his final stand. Zhang Yuanqing felt his heart sink. As a senior official of the Commander's Academy, the Desire Divine General possessed invaluable information and intelligence. The elders were likely to choose to detain him. Zhang Yuanqing did not want to see such a disgraceful person imprisoned—he only wanted the Desire Divine General to die. "You are unworthy!" "Fu Qingyang said coldly. "What need to talk about him!" Elder Tianhuo was a competent fire master—always ready to act, never wasting words. With a sharp hiss from his palms, he spurted out a surge of blazing flame, shaping it into a magnificent, roaring long sword. He then stepped forward with a heavy tread, "thud!" his body transforming into a flowing stream of flame, instantly closing the distance and pressing against the Color-Desire Divine General. Rushing like fire! Among all the professions, no one could match the fire master's agility in movement. The Color-Desire Divine General raised a black iron shield and drove it forward. A flash of crimson light passed through the heavens. Elder Tianhuo now stood behind the Color-Desire General. On the black iron shield, a molten-gold gash of a blade appeared, then the shield split down the middle along that mark. At the same time, a deep, charred streak spread across the general's chest, carbonizing his chest and abdominal flesh. The strike not only shattered the high-quality defensive item but also penetrated the divine general's solid armor, damaging his vital organs. The Desire God, clutching his chest, stepped back as his proud defense was the first to shatter. Yet, thanks to his resilient vitality, he did not immediately perish. With a final gasp, he expelled a gray-white mist that spread out in all directions. As the Mists Master, he could instantly teleport within the fog and transform his body into mist, becoming immune to physical attacks. "Wheeeeh—!" Suddenly, a gale rose from nowhere, blowing the mist skyward and revealing the charred remains of the Desire God. The Lo-Heaven Elder's ability to summon wind and rain perfectly countered the Mists Master. The Desire God now looked utterly defeated. The Stiller Palace Master gracefully ascended, her skirt fluttering, and behind her, a thousand threads of red burst forth with a "thump," forming a vast, all-encompassing barrier that surged toward the Desire God. The Desire God's eyes instantly flared crimson, solidifying into twisted, eerie incantations. As a musician, the Stiller Palace Master also excelled in mental control, and under the level of pressure, Desire's seductive influence failed to take hold. Yet, the red threads rebelled. They seemed to have life and purpose The red threads of the Fate Keeper are different from the props—they indeed possess life, manifesting as the vitality and spirit of the Fate Keeper. "Hoooh—" A clear dragon's roar rises at the right moment, purifying the soul and breaking all mental controls. The rebellious red threads regain their sense of reason, rearing up and plunging into the wound on the Color-Desire Divine General's chest. Beneath the Color-Desire Divine General's skin, delicate patterns rise and surge, darting and weaving about. "Ah…!" He cries out in agony, blood flowing from his eyes, nostrils, lips, and earlobes. Immediately, his scalp splits open, serpentine red threads bursting forth. These threads tear through the skin as strong and resilient as steel, inch by inch pulling it apart—first the facial skin, then the neck, then the chest—more and more skin detaching from his body. Within just a few seconds, the entire human skin surface is stripped away. The Color-Desire Divine General moans in unbearable pain, rolling helplessly on the ground, his blood seeping into the earth, and the exposed muscles stained with dust and fragments of stone. He hasn't died yet! The crimson threads wrapped around the person's skin returned to the Master of the Stop-Killing Palace, who took the skin in her hands, gazing at the colorless screams of suffering, her rosy lips curling into a cruel smile. Indeed, how terrifyingly mad this person is—Zhang Yuanqing found it deeply moving. He had imagined countless ways to torture the one so consumed by desire, and he had always believed such a person deserved to be cut to pieces, yet he never expected the Master of the Stop-Killing Palace to strip off the very skin of desire. The Dog Elder spoke softly: "Give him a clean death!" He and Fu Qingyang had never intervened throughout, knowing that the person of desire had dishonored a member of the Stop-Killing Palace, so they had willingly yielded the opportunity for vengeance to the Master. Yet this woman's skill compelled the Dog Elder to speak up. The Master exhaled softly, raised her sleeve, and with a sweeping motion, thousands of crimson threads encircled and lifted the person of desire. Then she raised her snow-white wrist, flawless and radiant, and clenched her fingers tightly. The dense network of red lines suddenly surged, smoothly dispersing the color-thirsty warrior's legs, arms, torso, and neck. Plink, plink! The beating heart, the fragmented limbs, the full intestines, the ruptured stomach, the liver—spilled across the ground. Blood splashed in distinct droplets, landing like inked characters. The color-thirsty warrior of the Commander's teachings returned to the spiritual realm! The Dog Elder gracefully descended from the white lion's back, his form appearing ethereal, less solid than the true king of the grasslands, and then stepped elegantly beside the remains, silently licking and soon consuming every trace of the warrior. "Lo Shen, dissolve the mirror world," the Dog Elder said, lifting his gaze. In the air, the Lo Shen Elder waved her hand, and the surrounding space shattered like glass. Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing saw residents appearing in the neighborhood—some chatting leisurely in the pavilion, others rushing home on electric bikes, and others walking with their dogs beneath the shade of the trees… Each occupied with their own affairs, completely oblivious to the sudden arrival of the sovereigns, as if they were invisible. Zhang Yuanqing turned to where the Color-Thirst God had fallen; there, only a faint trace of blood remained, soon to be evaporated by the summer's intense sun. Phew—finally eliminated the Color-Thirst God. The Shunhai crisis is over. I can now expand my team and recruit subordinates. Zhang Yuanqing lifted his spirits. At that moment, the Dog Elder said: "Leave those attendants to handle the aftermath. Let's go back now. By the way, Master of the Palace, could you stay a little longer? The Color-Thirst God has caused significant harm in Jiangjin Town and needs your help with hypnosis." The Master of the Stilled-Death Palace replied: "Ordinary people affected by influence have already undergone a change in their mental state. Hypnosis cannot cure them—it merely transforms them into patients who appear normal on the surface." "The old dog elder sighed: 'At least now, they can live normally.' The Lady Zhengsha nodded slightly, accepting the task. ... They had arrived in a cloud of mist, radiating the grace of immortals, but upon returning, they no longer enjoyed such treatment. Fu Qingyang coldly set aside Zhang Yuanqing, the one who kept bothering him, allowing him to return to Songhai by himself. Inside the patrol vehicle provided by the Jiangxin Town Public Security Office, Zhang Yuanqing and Guan Ya sat in the back row, finally settling a matter of concern, both of them now relaxed. Guan Ya gazed at the swiftly retreating scenery, then turned her gaze to the side toward Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun, smiling gently: 'Do you know her well?' Her tone and demeanor were entirely ordinary, as though it were a casual question. In the past, Zhang Yuanqing would have replied with a smile: 'I've only known her half my life; we haven't really gotten to know each other well yet.' "But Zhang Yuanqing is no longer the greenhorn he used to be. Calmly, he said: 'My familiarity level with that palace mistress is C, but my intimacy with Guan Ya is E—there's a whole tier difference.' This is exactly Guan Ya's preferred style of speaking, and it subtly conveys her preference. Indeed, Guan Ya smiled gently, satisfied: 'An E-level intimacy requires steadfast, unwavering affection to maintain.' Zhang Yuanqing then added, 'Guan Ya, I'll go to your place for dinner tonight and make an effort to strengthen our bond.' 'I'm a bit tired today; let's do it another time,' Guan Ya responded, as expected. 'You always do this—no, I insist on going to your place tonight.' 'Oh.' 'Wait, are you really agreeing now?' Zhang Yuanqing was surprised. 'I'll stay at the hotel tonight.' '...' ... A scattered provincial city, with upscale apartments. The study, with a clear view of the lake, features the Queen seated cross-legged on the sofa in a pair of shorts and a light blouse, her laptop phone resting before her. At home, she has shed her smoky makeup and removed the silver earrings from her earlobes, losing some of her regal air and gaining a more gentle, refined elegance. The computer screen displays a chat interface: "The queen glanced at the chat interface, rolled her eyes, and dismissed the messaging app. 'I'm heading to Songhai,' she muttered, with a hint of enthusiasm, opening the official forum. Over the past few days, she had constantly opened the forum, refreshing it again and again, hoping for an announcement from the Songhai branch, hoping the case involving the Lord of Passion would be resolved soon. That way, she could happily take up her new post and join Yuan Shi Tianzun. Within the official hierarchy, aligning with the right leader is crucial. Following a moderate steward simply wouldn't offer the same prospects as being under a celestial sovereign, where one could grow as a young maiden. As she opened the forum, her expectations faded, and her bright face fell. 'Another day of unfulfilled hopes,' she sighed. Indeed, if a peak sage truly wished to remain hidden, it would be difficult to uncover them—otherwise, the senior leadership of the evil organization would have already been eliminated. She refreshed the page habitually, and suddenly her eyes widened. A notice now appeared at the top of the forum." # Songhai Division: The Divine General of Desire has been defeated # Has the Songhai Division finally defeated the Divine General of Desire? How did they manage it...? The Queen instantly straightened her back, her spirit sharpened, grasped her mouse, and clicked on the post, eager to see the detailed account.