Xiao Yuan sent two text messages, and Zhang Yuanqing carefully read the first one: "Blood Mary, a Level 5 Saint, formerly a cadre of the Weir Eye Judge, now a trusted subordinate of the Gushi King, with two key abilities. First: Cloak of Curse. This item primarily inflicts curse damage on enemies who have previously harmed her, returning 50% of the damage dealt. Second: Bone Worm of the Northern Sea. A worm captured by Blood Mary from a high-difficulty raid instance, later fused into her life essence. This worm is particularly resilient; upon transformation, the host's defense surpasses that of equivalent earth-based monsters. Past achievements: She has successfully defeated two official attendants, one fog master of the Army Commander, and one Level 4 Night Wandering God, all under prepared conditions. She is currently on the official's general pursuit list, ranked 19th with a reward of 8 million, and has been recognized with one B-level merit. Additionally, the message notes Blood Mary's daily habits: she opens her altar each morning to offer prayers for a peaceful and prosperous day, with all matters unfolding as desired." Finally, the message offers an assessment of the character of Bloody Mary: she has a strong penchant for domination and abuse, enjoys maintaining male companions, delights in humiliating men, and views men as mere objects of pleasure. The second message contains the address of one of Bloody Mary’s male companions. "Used to hang around with the Ghost Judge, didn’t she?" Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself as he read the message, instinctively recalling the Magistrate. This woman must be one of the Magistrate’s lovers. Given the Magistrate’s well-known charm and romantic inclinations, even if Bloody Mary weren’t his official lover, she had likely shared a bed with him at some point. With this realization, Zhang Yuanqing reached for the drawer, pulled out the King Cat speaker, and said firmly, "I want to hear about the bedchamber scenes between the Magistrate and Bloody Mary!" Then, he took out his phone and casually played a song from the playlist: "A glance back, dreams of the devoted are fulfilled; with full makeup, the performance begins..." As the song concluded, Zhang Yuanqing gently tapped the top of the King Cat speaker and said, "It's your turn now!" As soon as the words fell silent, a crackling hum of electricity was heard. The next instant, sharp impacts echoed throughout the room, and Zhang Yuanqing, already prepared, had already retreated into the night, filtering out the more intimate sounds. The rhythmic sounds of claps and the woman's sharp cries intertwined, painting a vivid, passionate, and primal symphony of fertility. "You lowly wretch! You wretch! You wretch!" the magical sovereign's rhythmic curses rang out. "When you humiliated me before, weren't you full of pride? Didn't you look down your nose at me, a mere servant, saying I wasn't even worthy of having my shoes polished? Now look at you—how very much like a dog you've become!" Indeed, it was exactly as I anticipated—the Bloody Mary had indeed shared a bed with the sovereign. While we may question his character, we can never question his charm. Zhang Yuanqing listened with a calm, unshakable composure, gradually developing an almost complete immunity to the sovereign's audio presence. It was as though he had undergone professional training—no matter how intense the scene, he remained utterly unaffected. Faced with the magus's lashes and humiliation, the woman only cried out loudly, a mix of shame and pleasure in her voice. Zhang Yuanqing listened to several audio segments featuring the magus and Bloody Mary, only to find that they were all one-sided outbursts of violence and desire, lacking valuable information. The only meaningful content came from Bloody Mary, who, overwhelmed and gasping, fiercely denounced: "Magus, don't boast—though you've reached the peak of the Saint's rank, even if you ascend to the rank of Sovereign, you won't be able to upgrade quickly anymore. You'll never escape the control of the Weir-Seeing Judge; for the rest of your life, you'll remain a servant." Her voice was then transformed into a shriek as the magus pierced her through the stomach. "Enough, enough," Zhang Yuanqing said, gently tapping the top of the Cat King speaker. Instantly, all the noise faded away. Zhang Yuan arranged the King Cat speaker, leaning against the back of the chair, thinking: "Saints at the 5th peak level are difficult to handle—this is different from a tournament setting. If pushed to the brink, Bloody Mary still has a final move: she can sacrifice the entire building’s ordinary people along with herself. Therefore, to defeat her, we must act swiftly and decisively, eliminating her chance to counterattack." With this in mind, he quickly analyzed the strength disparity between the two parties based on available information. "Blood Mary is a spirit medium. The most powerful aspect of a medium lies in operating behind the scenes, conducting rituals. Since she hasn’t reached the 6th level, her most formidable curse-based techniques are still under development. Among her two key abilities—blessing and fortune reduction—she has already performed blessings through rituals. This point deserves special attention. Her fortune-reduction technique, however, has been used hastily and thus yields only average results." As for the bone insect, my Purple Thunder Mallet can shatter any defensive items... No, I can't use the Purple Thunder Mallet—her Cloak of Curse returns damage; if I keep hitting her, I might end up half-dead myself. Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows, troubled for a moment, then relaxed. He'd strike at the perfect moment with a full Thunderstorm Cannon blast, destroying the Cloak of Curse and thus disabling its damage-returning function. "Regarding close-range combat, although the spirit-medium's close-range abilities are strong, they're not quite as extraordinary as those of the enchanting demon. I'm already at the peak of Level 4, and with the support of my equipment like the Purple Thunder Mallet, I'm confident I can handle it." As he thought, a well-structured plan formed in his mind. Zhang Yuanqing immediately copied down the two text messages and then pulled out the Da Luo Star Disk. He intended to use it to perform an astrological analysis, gaining insights into when Blood Mary would visit the male favorite. He had detailed information about Blood Mary and the male favorite's address—conditions were sufficient. Reaching out, he grasped at the void and drew forth a celestial disk forged of black iron, its surface etched with the constellations of the heavens, adorned with silver lacquer—like a brilliant stretch of galaxy under a night sky. Holding the disk with one hand, Zhang Yuanqing slowly channeled the power of the stars into its surface. Ethereal starlight flowed like a river across the disk, illuminating the constellations engraved upon it. In the next instant, one after another—the Big Dipper, the Purple Forbidden Star, the Twenty-Four Constellations—rose from the disk, materializing in midair as if projected in full holographic clarity. Then, the constellations swiftly rotated within the room, forming a magnificent vortex of starlight. After a few seconds, the swirling vortex surged forward, converging on Zhang Yuanqing’s brow and entering his mind. Suddenly, a vivid image flashed through his consciousness: a tall, graceful woman in a leather jacket, exuding charm, gently pushed open the door of a bedroom. She wore a richly made-up appearance, her lips a deep crimson, her features strikingly beautiful, with an excellent complexion that could carry off even the most elaborate makeup. According to the astrological indications, this scene will unfold at 9:30 PM tomorrow. Calendars and time—precisely what the stars excel at. "Nine PM tomorrow works well; it gives me time to settle the cost of the Great Luo Star Chart." Zhang Yuanqing looked up at the sky, straightened his posture, and left the bedroom. Previously, when he was just accompanying the blood-meat banquet, he worked tirelessly, remained cautious, and still earned only modest returns. Since becoming the favored male companion of the Bloody Mary, his status within the Arcane Assembly has soared, his treatment has improved significantly—dangerous assignments no longer fall to him, and occasionally, Bloody Mary captures a couple of lawful-professionals, providing him with reputation and accomplishments. His life has become quite comfortable. Aside from the constant physical torment he endures each time the mad woman visits, he has few shortcomings. Yet, there's always a trade-off: pressing his lips together, gripping the bed, and enduring the fatigue—still, it's better than office work. As for the behind-the-scenes cold remarks from the Arcane Assembly members, the gentleman with the porcelain face pays them no mind. After all, in these days, countless women sell their bodies for money—why shouldn't men do the same? Today, the woman is coming again. She has a strong sense of cleanliness, so the gentleman must clean the room in advance and retrieve the cherished items she loves. Gazing at these items, he can't help but sigh once more. At that moment, a dreamlike streak of starlight rose from the bedroom, solidifying into a handsome young man. "Who are you?" The jade-faced lord gasped, his face pale with shock. Though a transcendent-level witch-guisher, he had never encountered star officials and thus could not recognize this as star-transcendence technique. Yet he swiftly responded, his pupils transforming into insect-like compound eyes and his skin growing keratinized... "Crack!" Suddenly, his head spun 360 degrees, and with a series of crackling sounds, his arms and legs twisted toward the back—within a single instant, the third-level witch-guisher lay lifeless, his limbs unnaturally twisted and his neck resembling a twisted rope. [叮! You have slain a witch-guisher. Reward: 20 points of reputation.] The spiritual realm notification sounded promptly. A shadow clad in a bridal gown drifted out from behind the jade-faced lord's body, bowing gracefully to Zhang Yuanqing. "My lord~" "Good work, my lady," Zhang Yuanqing said, lifting his hand and channeling the power of the Yin Moon into the veil beneath, gently pressing on the bride's sharp jaw The ghost bride was delighted and bashful. Then she was swallowed whole by her husband and absorbed into him... Zhang Yuanqing quickly pulled out the soft, limp triangular red hat and placed it on his head. He then waved his hand over the body on the ground, sending him into the inner space of the hat. Next, he removed his clothes, pants, and shoes, and stored them within the hat's interior. Finally, he took out a flawless human skin and draped it over himself. The skin, as thin as a cicada's wing, instantly melted and flowed like liquid, spreading across his entire body. Soon, Zhang Yuanqing transformed into a refined young man with a jade-like complexion. "Ah, relief," he breathed, finally relaxing slightly. Before taking action, Zhang Yuanqing had carefully planned every step, and assuming the appearance of a jade-faced young man was an essential part of that plan—because Blood Mary would daily pray for him. This would allow her to sense the hidden preparations early and adjust her schedule accordingly. Yet perfect human skin can counteract blessings—the这件 object that weaves cause and effect is, in a way, profoundly terrifying. Once he transforms into a jade-faced noble, he truly becomes one. A jade-faced noble neither conceals nor dares to hide the Bloody Mary. After successfully becoming a jade-faced noble, Zhang Yuanqing glanced at his phone, and an uncontrollable thought flashed through his mind: Unfortunate—almost nine thirty now, Bloody Mary is due to arrive. I must quickly dress in the clothes she likes, or she’ll be displeased. Naturally, he opened the wardrobe and retrieved a set of men's navy uniform—tempting the sailor's attire! A black shorts with a zipper down the middle; a white naval cap, a shoulder strap, and a black tie. No clothes at all… Zhang Yuanqing looked down at his attire, feeling deeply embarrassed, thinking to himself: For heaven's sake, I'm completely out of control! Just then, the door handle of the bedroom clicked and turned, then swung open, revealing a tall, poised woman in a leather jacket. Her makeup was striking—mid-thirties, her lips a deep crimson, her eyes shimmering with youthful charm, yet sharp and commanding, as if every person in the room were just a crawling insect.