"Oh—almost forgot! Yuan Shi Tian Zun has been handling the monkey-themed raid dungeons with ease. With him on our side, we'll be much more confident." Red Chicken Brother beamed with enthusiasm. The team largely agreed with the fire master's assessment. After all, Yuan Shi Tian Zun's exceptional talent in dungeon conquests is well-established—he earned his status as a Saint precisely through such achievements. Moreover, Yin Ji's earlier question indicated she genuinely wanted to hear his insights. "I've reviewed the information about 'Yi Shan Zhi Hai.' Back then, six Saints perished in this location, all at Level 4. That means the dungeon was originally designed as a Level 4 S-tier challenge." Zhang Yuanqing spoke with confidence. "But our current situation is different—our team includes members at Levels 4, 5, and 6, and each of us has distinct main quests. This implies that after those six Saints fell, the difficulty of the dungeon was upgraded. The reason for this shift is likely the artifacts left behind by the Saints themselves." It's also possible that a hidden quest was triggered, shifting the crisis that led to the team's complete wipe-out from the original storyline, now making it the current BOD of the instance. Of course, he can't dismiss this information, as he lacks a source to back it up. His explanation is well-reasoned and convincing, prompting the team members to give slight nods of approval. The slightly plump Free-Eagle, excited in her native language, says, "This is truly a treasure-class instance—beyond the instance rewards, we also have the gear left behind from our previous expedition. If we can successfully complete this instance, I'll be set for life." She might even use this opportunity to advance further, aiming for the rank of Second-Class Golden Executive. At this point, Yin Ji continues, "The S-tier instance is extremely challenging and demands serious attention. We currently lack a clear strategy, so rushing into the task would be too risky. I recommend we thoroughly analyze the instance and organize our approach." Unconsciously, she has taken over the team's leadership, yet without making it feel forced or awkward—instead, it now seems entirely natural. On one hand, she held the highest rank and possessed the strongest capabilities; on the other, her tone was gentle, and her questions were carefully crafted, consistently seeking input from everyone rather than issuing orders from the position of team leader. Zhang Yuanqing, known for his social grace, quickly sensed this was a top-tier player. Indeed, a woman who could captivate the Dragon King was not merely kind and gentle. Seeing no objections, Yin Ji asked, "What do you all know about the Battle of Yamen?" Red Chicken Brother spoke first, "I know, I know—'After Yashan, there is no China; after the Ming dynasty's fall, there is no Han China.' Yes, and the young emperor was forced to jump into the sea by his ministers, with countless loyal officials and heroes following him to their deaths—truly moving and heroic." After the Southern Song dynasty fell, the Mongol people established the Yuan dynasty, marking the first time in Han history that a ruling regime had been completely replaced by an external ethnic group. "Summer Tree added, 'It's said that the combined forces of the Southern Song army and civilians numbered over 200,000. After their defeat, more than 100,000 jumped into the sea to die, staining the ocean with blood, and their bodies floated for several days without dispersing. Indeed, it's heartbreaking—so many Han men, yet they suffered such a crushing defeat.' These are all rather basic historical facts; I can't see how they're useful... Zhang Yuanqing thought this over, just about to speak, when Xiahou Aotian chuckled and remarked, 'Stupid! Superficial! Uneducated!' He first commented on his companions' remarks, then lifted his chin and said, 'The Southern Song government was deeply corrupt, harming the people and leading to its inevitable downfall—this was the choice of the entire populace. What's there to lament? The damage caused by a decaying regime to the people is unimaginable; it's actually better to have foreign rule. 'Don't be so confident—use your own stupid minds and think about it: When the Mongols rose to power, did they even have a navy? Who fought against the remnants of the Southern Song at the More than half of the Han naval forces had submitted to the Yuan dynasty, and their commander, Zhang Hongfan, was also of Han descent. In short, the Southern Song had grown corrupt and weak, unable to protect its people or its territory. A government so weakened that it could no longer hold onto its land—how could it avoid collapse? There was nothing to lament. Historical records have always highlighted the loyalty and valor of civil and military officials, praising their heroic deeds and attributing all outcomes to fate, yet they never reflect upon the underlying causes. A government that enjoys the people's support can never perish. Conversely, no matter how well a fallen dynasty may paint its image, it cannot conceal the deep-seated decay that ultimately leads to its collapse. Read more books. You're already a scholar—what a feat! The assembled audience quietly murmured among themselves. Xia Hou Ao Tian continued: If the battle at Yakeshan were a complete narrative arc, then I believe the threats come from two fronts: first, the sea ahead of us; and second, the Yakeshan Island across the sea. "Before the Battle of Cliffs Mountain, the remnants of the Southern Song established a temporary imperial court on the island, clinging on for a while. There were still many civilians there—I believe there will surely be some compelling storylines within. Additionally, according to the description of the spiritual realm, I believe the enemy consists of the Song Dynasty's heroic spirits sealed within the Dragon Sealing Array in the Cliffs Mountain waters, possibly including the souls of those who died in the Yuan Dynasty's battles. Based on my experience, in survival-focused quests, active exploration is essential. If one stays too close to the shore without venturing further, a sudden, insurmountable crisis may arise just as the quest nears its end, potentially leading to total team defeat. Therefore, I recommend crossing this sea and heading to Cliffs Mountain Island." Upon saying this, Xue Hou Ao Tian looked at Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun with a commanding gaze, half-challenging, half-arrogant: "What do you, this prodigy, have to add to my protagonist's remarks?" Nonsense protagonist—your style of conduct is quite typical of a villain, isn't it? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but draw a brief smile at the corner of his Meanwhile, Yin Ji, Yunmeng, and the others turned their attention toward Yuan Shi Tian Zun, warmly welcoming this kind of "conflict" that benefited the team's quest. Past experiences had taught them that in survival team missions, there were always those who held back, and others who inevitably treated teammates as stepping stones or expendable assets. Xia Hou Ao Tian—this straightforward one—proved to be a refreshing catalyst. They also wanted to assess Yuan Shi Tian Zun's true standing, despite never having underestimated him. The qualities of a Saint truly surpassed the extraordinary. Even this seemingly dim-witted, mid-level character with a strong sense of self-importance demonstrated considerable intelligence—his hidden credentials likely placed him well above S-tier. Zhang Yuanqing found himself reflecting on this. When facing extraordinary travelers, he often felt a clear sense of superiority, recognizing a significant gap between them and himself. Only a few elite individuals warranted his serious attention. But now, just entering the Saint Realm stage, he has already sensed a sense of pressure from several of his companions. "Nothing to add," Zhang Yuanqing said. Just as everyone grew disappointed, he continued: "There are a few issues that require Xiahou, the main character, to reflect on. First: What kind of enemy could have caused six Saints, each wielding powerful artifacts, to fall here? Second: During the Battle of Yashan, there must have been 'Spirit Realm Travelers' involved. The 'Dragon Sealing Array' described in the Spirit Realm introduction—was it truly designed to prevent the remnants of the Song Dynasty from rekindling, or was it actually meant to seal something else? Third: The main quest lines for Level 4 and Level 56 differ. If we follow you two, will we encounter that 'monstrous' entity? Should we instead split up? Or is this very difference in main quests precisely the conspiracy of the Spirit Realm, intended to disperse us and defeat us one by one? Fourth: This is the most important—one thing we absolutely need: a ship to cross the sea." These questions made the sages present fall silent, and Xiahou Aotian furrowed his brow. The first three questions directly addressed the very ceiling of the raid's difficulty, whether there were hidden tasks, and the potential crisis of team disbandment when setbacks occurred—indeed, deeper than Xiahou Aotian had anticipated. At that moment, Hongji Brother shrugged and said, "Let's talk about all this nonsense—what matters is that we still have to proceed. We need to finish the raid early so we can head home and have a morning tea. My soup's still simmering, and I've just bought and freshly slaughtered the chicken—so fresh!" In his eyes, the importance of the S-tier raid seemed to pale in comparison to the freshness of his chicken. "But we don't have a boat—shall we swim across?" asked Yunmeng, a young member of Qinghe clan. As she spoke, Zhang Yuanqing and Yin Ji turned simultaneously to gaze at the sea, where, seemingly at that very moment, a large ship drifted onto the otherwise dark and featureless expanse. This warship was about eight zhang long and two zhang wide, its hull clad in iron armor, without masts or sails, powered solely by wheels mounted on either side—six wheels per side, each wheel having eight spokes. The vessel was remarkably ancient, covered in moss and barnacles, its color dull and somber, with smudges of soot, scorched marks, and cuts from blades still visible on the iron plating. It appeared silently, gliding ashore under the night's cloak, the ship itself silent and still, exuding an eerie, haunting atmosphere. Upon docking, Red Chicken asked, "Is this the ship that's coming to fetch us?" Zhang Yuanqing opened his star-like eyes, gazing at each of their faces—clouds of dark mist covering their brows, with flashes of blood beneath, signaling that all of them might perish here. This very ship, he realized, was the vehicle leading them toward hell. "Based on what we've seen, that's exactly the case," Zhang Yuanqing said. Yet none of them moved—neither did Red Chicken, the fiery and impetuous fire master. At Yin Ji's side, a male yin shi dressed in black suddenly stepped forward, strode toward the sea, then leaped into the air, soaring over a distance of more than ten meters before landing heavily on the deck. A few seconds later, Yin Ji said, "There is no danger on board." As she spoke, her skirt swayed gently, and she floated into the air, drifting like a fairy toward the sea. Only Zhang Yuanqing noticed a faint, indistinct yin spirit trailing behind her, supporting her flight. A flying yin spirit? Indeed, the seasoned star official's depth of cultivation is remarkable. Zhang Yuanqing felt a surge of admiration. To date, his spiritual attendants consisted of only Xiao Dubei and the ghost bride, and his yin shi included only Blood Rose. In contrast, Yin Ji, also a star official, already had two powerful yin shi on display—let alone the many more likely hidden among her ranks. Ultimately, Zhang Yuanqing's progress had been too rapid; he had become a spiritual realm traveler for barely over three months and had simply lacked the time to settle and accumulate. The cultivation and gathering of yin shi and spiritual attendants required time, patience, With Yin Ji leading the charge, everyone showcased their unique abilities. Hong Ji leapt upward, spewing forth blazing flames from his feet, propelling himself skyward like a rocket launcher, crashing toward the warship. Yun Meng spread her arms and swiftly transformed into a magnificent bird with vibrant plumage, taking to the skies. Seeing this, Xia Shu Liang hurried forward, leapt, and grasped Yun Meng’s ankle. The two wobbled but steadily flew toward the warship, successfully reaching the deck. Behind them, water jets rose skyward, and Zi You, the Eagle of Freedom, soared between the columns, landing safely on board. Xiang Hou Ao Tian calmly retrieved a jetpack, ascending to the warship after a series of sharp, resonant rumblings. Such high-tech gear—wasn’t it true that by the later stages, scholars relied entirely on equipment? How different this was from us commoners who depended on mutations! Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, his body transforming into a radiant streak of starlight. Fortunately, the Star Officials possessed the ability of teleportation; otherwise, it would have been quite awkward. Everyone gathered on the deck. Taking a moment to survey, they found it damp and moldy, dotted with worm-holes that made a creaking sound underfoot. Yet it remained sturdy—when Red Chicken Brother stomped firmly, the deck held firm without any holes appearing. But challenges soon piled up: who would steer the ship? All eyes turned immediately to Xiaohou Aotian. "Don't even talk about steering a ship—I can handle flying a plane with ease," Xiaohou Aotian declared with pride, then quickly added, "but I need an assistant." Yin Ji spoke softly, "Could a spiritual servant suffice?" "Well, then..." Xiaohou Aotian agreed reluctantly. Instantly, Yin Ji exhaled a stream of cold, ethereal energy, manifesting several spiritual servants who assisted Xiaohou Aotian in piloting the warship. The wheels rolled, and the warship sliced through the dark waves, heading steadily into the open sea. The others remained on deck, gazing out at the horizon, alert and watchful. The Free Eagle stood apart, seemingly indifferent to the group, quietly maintaining vigilance on the opposite side of the deck. Yin Ji stood at the prow of the boat, her flowing hair and skirt swaying in the wind. She was an exceptionally beautiful woman—though her black veil covered her face, the depth of sorrow in her eyes surpassed that of most women. Her full, tall figure and timeless grace made her stand out even among the most beautiful women. A life mentor once said that third-tier beauties are judged solely on their faces, the least valuable; second-tier beauties combine facial grace with poise and form, considered exceptional and always in demand. First-tier beauties possess both facial beauty, body grace, and refined spirit. This spirit—what we call "grace"—is the inner essence of a woman's beauty, cultivated through years of personal cultivation and refinement, something not ordinary women can achieve. Among the truly outstanding beauties, one also finds a unique personality—whether eccentric, enigmatic, green tea-like, reserved, gentle, or simply charming—such as Guan Ya, who simply loves driving. In short, when you encounter a truly exceptional woman, act promptly—hesitation will make her someone else's. Zhang Yuanqing listened attentively and then accused: "You're reducing women to mere objects—this is politically incorrect." He then quietly jotted it down. His understanding of Yin Ji's personality was still shallow, and at this stage, she stood out as a first-rate beauty, combining grace, poise, and elegance. How unfortunate that such a remarkable elder sister should be drawn to a magus so unimpressive—Zhang Yuanqing wasn't envious of the magus at all. Noticing his gaze, Yin Ji turned her head slightly and gave a gentle nod. It was clear she was someone difficult to approach, with a distinct sense of detachment. She hadn't treated him any differently simply because of his status as the Supreme Deity of the Primordial Heaven. Then Hong Ji Ge said, "After we emerge from the instance, send me some fresh wild game so I can use it to make soup." Yun Meng hesitated: "It's quite troublesome for us to send express deliveries." "Then shall I go to your Qinghe branch?" "That... our ancestors don't allow us to interact with external spiritual travelers." "It's the 21st century now! National integration is the way forward—your ancestors are simply too rigid." Hong Ji Ge expressed his dissatisfaction and then cautiously asked, "Will I be treated coldly if I go to the Qinghe branch?" Truly, this is an S-tier instance—we're not here on vacation. Can we just be a bit serious? Zhang Yuanqing murmured in the background. Looking toward the distance, Yin Ji remained vigilant, then turned and gently advised, "You'd better not go to the Qinghe branch. The elders of the Qinghe clan are extremely exclusive. Although the Qinghe branch is part of the Five Elements Alliance, it's not a hierarchical relationship—they're allies." "Special treatment for ethnic minorities?" Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but interject. Yin Ji gently shook her head: "This isn't special treatment for ethnic minorities. The ancient ancestors of the Qinghe clan are truly formidable. In official circles, he is hailed as the Sixth Marshal. Back then, to win over the Qinghe branch, the Master of the Central Court personally journeyed to the vast mountain range of ten thousand peaks." Sixth Marshal? A half-god? Zhang Yuanqing was genuinely astonished. Yin Ji offered no further explanation, instead turning her gaze toward the horizon, remaining on high alert. A moment of silence passed as the warships sailed steadily toward the distant Yanchuan Island. Zhang Yuanqing then turned to Xiatu Zhilian, who had remained silent throughout, diligently fulfilling his duties, and asked: "Xiatu, has there been any update regarding the Pure Yang Master's matter?" Since he'd been confined, news from outside had been cut off. Xiatu Zhilian turned back and replied: "Senior Monk Gao-feng is investigating this case. As you know, the Pure Yang Master—unbound by moral standards—is even harder to track down than a villain. The celestial observation techniques of Tai "The Pure Yang Master seems to have countermeasures against divination." Zhang Yuanqing nodded slowly. "Then it's going to be tough—so long as the Pure Yang Master remains alive, the consequences will be endless. He's more troublesome than any evil faction." Unbound by moral values? Yun Meng and Hong Jiege found themselves confused, while Free Eagle seemed to have sensed crucial information, his eyes fixed intently on Zhang Yuanqing, eager for answers. At that moment, the steadily sailing ship came to a halt, followed by the sound of steady footsteps. Xiahou Aotian approached. He donned a sleek, technologically advanced black helmet and then summoned a diving robot from his inventory. "What are you doing?" Hong Jiege asked on behalf of the group. "The introduction to the spiritual realm doesn't mention a dragon-sealing array beneath the water, does it? I'm sending the robot down to investigate." Xiahou Aotian remarked with a sarcastic tone. "An S-tier dungeon isn't just about brute strength—it requires strategy." "Oh, you're so stiff and ungracious, your tone is so dismissive! Do you think I'll boil you into soup?" "Don't let the red-chicken brother's 1.7 meters fool you—his presence carries the aura of 2.7 meters. 'No need, no need,' Zhang Yuanqing interjected to calm the escalating tension. Fang Shi is well-versed in array techniques, and Xiahou Aotian's approach is flawless. 'Pffft!' A diving robot, barely half a meter tall, illuminates its beam lights on its chest and plunges into the sea. Xiahou Aotian stands motionless, intently operating the robot. Zhang Yuanqing and the others patiently wait. 'Damn!' Suddenly, Xiahou Aotian gasps, frantically removing his helmet. His face is utterly terrified, as if startled by something unseen—tiny goosebumps rise on his neck and arms.