As soon as he uttered those words, Zhang Yuanqing felt as though he were a delicate young woman in her early twenties, facing off against a rather awkward, somewhat clumsy man. This sensation became even more pronounced when Blood Mary gracefully approached, then pushed him down onto the soft bed. Now, Zhang Yuanqing lay sprawled out on the bed, his body stretched out in an awkward position. Blood Mary supported herself on one hand while the tips of her fingers traced over his chest, then smoothly followed the contours of his muscles down to his abdominal muscles. She lifted the corner of her bright red lips, her tone full of satisfaction. "Good work. You've been putting in the effort lately—your physique is neither too bulky nor too slender, just right. Back then, you used to be a rather skinny, timid type." Zhang Yuanqing felt deeply embarrassed, yet he managed to utter another insincere statement: "My dear, as long as it's something you ask for, I'll do my very best to fulfill it. I'll always remain your humble servant beneath your skirts." As he spoke, Zhang Yuanqing recalled Mr. Bill's description of the perfect human skin: "Wear it, and you can transform into anyone's appearance. You will fully embrace everything about the person you're becoming—adopting their personality, habits, language, and mannerisms—without any flaws, even to someone who knows you well. This acceptance of causality is mandatory. While maintaining his identity as the refined young man, Zhang Yuanqing could not resist the flow of causality, could not retrieve the tools belonging to Yuan Shi Tian Zun, nor could he activate Yuan Shi Tian Zun's skills. For now, he is, indeed, the refined young man. Of course, once he removes the perfect human skin, this state of accepting causality will end. But at present, Zhang Yuanqing still cannot shed the perfect human skin. He must first guide the Bloody Mary to the living room, where he will unfold the Yin-Yang robe. Once the Yin-Yang array is established within that room, the outside world will neither witness the unusual phenomena it generates nor affect the residents living in the building. The bedroom won't work—the bedroom is in the corner, directly adjacent to the neighboring household, and the spell will extend out to the window. Bleeding Mary straightened up and walked to the round table, retrieving a three-legged incense burner from the inventory, lighting a thick red incense stick. As the delicate, swirling smoke rose, a sweet, rich aroma filled the room—moderately subtle yet long-lasting, stirring the blood and prompting an uncontrollable longing for intimacy and romance. Next, Mary removed her outer coat, her T-shirt, and her trousers, donning a black lace lingerie, then skillfully lit the candles. Holding one candle in one hand and a small leather whip in the other, she smiled gently and said, "Lowly male dog, where do you think I'll start with you?" Madam, calm down, speak clearly... Zhang Yuanqing is currently unable to act and can only offer verbal complaints to ease his mounting frustration. He lifted his head and looked, seeing Blood Mary standing by the bed, dressed in black lace lingerie, her fair figure glowing under the light. Her figure was exceptionally well-proportioned—forward-curving, full-figured—and her face was strikingly beautiful. Indeed, she was a truly fine beauty. Otherwise, the魔 king wouldn't have taken such notice of her; if she weren't so attractive, he'd have simply dispatched her with a casual stroke. During this process, Bloody Mary drew out a lady cigarette from her leather jacket, lit it, and slowly exhaled a steady stream of white smoke, watching the male favorite busily attend to his tasks. Once the male favorite had finished tidying everything and brought it to the living room, Bloody Mary casually dropped the cigarette butt on the floor, then stepped barefoot to extinguish it, heading toward the living room. In the living room, the lights were bright, with an array of props arranged on the coffee table. The male favorite, dressed in a sailor's uniform, sat on the sofa, his gaze filled with desire and a hint of fear—seeming to know exactly what kind of humiliation awaited him. Bloody Mary enjoyed seeing men express this blend of passion and apprehension; it gave her a powerful sense of mastery. She had whipped countless men over the years, and aside from a period when the King of Magic treated her like a dog, she had always been the one in control. That period of humiliation, which she often recalled with regret, had not diminished her passion—it had only intensified her, making her more relentless and more fond of stepping on men's shoulders. "Let me think," she said, "shall I begin with the candles first, or "Blood Mary sauntered over, bent down to pick up the metal ring from the coffee table, and smiled warmly, saying, 'By the way, wear this on you first. If you don't stay firm for two hours tonight, I won't let you take it off.' Two hours? Please spare my prostate—aren't you trying to kill me?... Zhang Yuanqing reluctantly accepted the metal ring, a thought flashing through his mind—his own thought, the one of a refined, handsome man. Then, as he held the ring in his hands, another thought came to him: Why should I take this? This woman has already been tricked into coming here! With that, he stopped pretending, grasped the skin of his chest with his fingers, and tore it open with a force reminiscent of Spider-Man ripping through the villain's black suit. A piece of human skin was ripped right off. The suddenness of this action stunned Blood Mary momentarily, who then clearly saw the handsome face—strange yet familiar. Yuan Shang?!" She didn't think twice—she turned and dashed straight for the bedroom, ready to break through the window and flee. She wasn't afraid of Yuan-Shi Tian Zun. As a peak-level Saint of Tier 5, she was confident she could outmatch a newly ascended Saint, even one just entering the Saint realm. But here, in Song Hai, Yuan-Shi Tian Zun's arrival meant the official forces had also arrived. While chaotic practitioners could wage guerrilla warfare against lawful ones, when it came to a full-scale battle, the official forces were ultimately the official forces—so even the King of the Wushe might hesitate to step in and rescue her. Zhang Yuanqing calmly drew out the Hou-Tu Boots, the Unyielding Guardian Helm, the Wind-Bringer Gloves, and the Purple Thunder Shield, and finally produced the Yin-Yang Robe, which he tossed toward the ceiling. The Yin-Yang Robe instantly froze mid-air, suspended at the ceiling. At that very moment, as Bloody Mary rushed into the bedroom, she collided head-on with an invisible wall. The Taiji fish beneath the robe released streams of ethereal water and spewed out streams of scorching flame Mary the Bloody felt her heart sink; her pale skin quickly covered with a chilling bone-like texture, as if armored by a suit of white bone. She then pulled on a stained robe and draped it over herself, preparing for battle. With herself now armed, Mary clenched her fists—her knuckles now hardened like bone—and struck fiercely at the energy barrier. Dung! Dung! Dung! Three powerful blows landed in succession, causing the barrier to tremble violently and ripple urgently, as though it would shatter at any moment. Yet, as Zhang Yuanqing donned the Houtu boots, the nearly collapsing barrier instantly stabilized, glowing with a thick, resolute radiance. No matter how hard Mary pounded, she could no longer shake it. On her own, the Yin-Yang robe was no longer sufficient to contain a Level 5 Saint. Fortunately, the enhancement from the Houtu boots activated the synergy of the set, dramatically elevating the overall quality of both items. This, truly, is the strength of a set. Damn it! "Blood Mary is furious, unable to comprehend why she has been singled out. Every day, she prays for guidance—should entering Yushui Bay prove to be a dead end, she would surely receive a sign. Moreover, the polished young lord has been under her care here, rarely venturing out; the official channels could hardly notice an inactive evil-class profession. 'Heh-heh, you woman, you're called Blood Mary? A mere pair of worn-out shoes from the Mage King—how dare they whip me like this?' In the blazing fire, a red terracotta figure rises, holding a purple-golden round shield, wielding a crimson fire-sword, and wearing a yellow-bronze breastplate. On the other side, within the swirling, ethereal currents, another black terracotta figure emerges, both hands adorned with azure half-gloves, delivering a cold rebuke: 'Shut up! Don't mention the Mage King—you mindless thing!' Before Blood Mary can respond, the black terracotta figure swiftly extends its right hand. "Whoooo~" The piercing cry echoed through the living room, a three-meter-long gust of wind roaring, sweeping up flames and charging toward Blood Mary. Blood Mary, clad in a blood-stained coat, ducked low and rolled aside. "Whoosh!" The wind blade struck the energy wall, creating a series of rapid ripples before dissipating into a strong gust. Blood Mary hadn't yet risen, and suddenly, flames erupted beside her—revealing the red clay figure in the firelight. Without a word, the figure raised a blazing flame sword and plunged it downward. Blood Mary hummed, reaching out to grasp the flaming sword, unshaken by the heat. Crackle! She casually shattered the flame-formed sword with a hand motion. With a swift flick of her sleeve, she clenched her fist and delivered a powerful, crushing punch to the clay figure's head. Under the support of the bone insects, her fists were her finest weapon—unyielding, capable of shattering steel plates. The clay figure raised its shield to block. Thud! The punch struck the shield, producing a thunderous sound. Crack! The violet lightning shield, struck by the assault, erupted in a dense stream of electric arcs that lanced through Bloody Mary, blackening the exposed bones and causing her body to stiffen, her pupils slightly blurred. Though after the transformation, bone-like, chitin-covered tissue now covered eighty percent of her body surface, joints such as her knees and elbows, and her lips, remained unprotected. Seizing the opportunity, the crimson terracotta figure melted his circular shield into molten purple-gold iron, which then solidified into a 50cm hammer and struck with force. At that precise moment, Bloody Mary regained consciousness from her paralysis, confident in her defensive capabilities, and raised both arms to block the blow. "Thud!" The deep resonance sent a numbness through her arms, each cell vibrating at high frequency, each flesh and muscle emitting a cry of pain. Her blood-stained robe flashed with light. Damage returned. A yellowish, earthy glow suddenly surged across the surface of the crimson terracotta figure, and his breastplate absorbed fifty percent of the returned damage. The reason they didn't use the Thunderstorm Cannon lies in its relatively slow launch speed and inherent delay—there's a high likelihood that the fully active Level 5 Saint would simply evade it. Additionally, each spherical lightning bolt requires three days to accumulate. Therefore, upon unfolding the Yin-Yang Robe, Zhang Yuanqing revised his strategy: first, he would use the Purple Thunder Hammer to deal a decisive blow to the Bloody Mary. If he could kill her in this initial assault, that would be ideal. Should that not succeed, he would then follow up with the Thunderstorm Cannon. Thus, he retrieved the Unyielding Guardian Visor, which, combined with the inherent durability of the clay figure, would be sufficient to withstand several counterattacks from the Robe of Curse. "Thud! Thud! Thud!" The crimson clay figure repeatedly swung the purple-gold hammer. Finally, on the fourth strike, the Bloody Mary's arms burst into blood mist, and both arms were shattered. At the same time, the light shield of the Unyielding Guardian Visor shattered. The Bloody Mary gasped, and as the fifth blow approached, she swiftly decided to kneel, then bowed low, pressing her body against the clay figure. The crimson clay figure's gesture unexpectedly wavered, and the small pumpkin slid down, brushing against the body of Blood Mary, striking the floor. However, due to the array's restraining effect, it effectively protected the floor, preventing the concrete from collapsing. Blood Mary rolled顺势, moving toward the area enveloped by the ethereal stream. Compared to the black clay figure, which she found easier to handle and safer, she felt more confident. As she had just rolled into the water array and was still rolling, she saw the black clay figure raise its left hand. A surge of purple-gold molten iron roared forth, coiling around the palm of the figure and forming a massive hand cannon, measuring 30 centimeters in length. "Crackling..." The broad, hollow muzzle gathered streaks of purple lightning. Oh no—Blood Mary's heart sank. She hadn't anticipated that the artifact could seamlessly transition between the two clay figures. As she prepared to continue rolling, the black clay figure's hand that hadn't yet grasped the cannon already clenched into a fist. In an instant, the wind whipped up the ethereal stream of water, turning it into a furious surge that crashed against her. The force was strong, yet it should not have posed a threat—however, at this moment, Bloody Mary’s arms were severed, leaving her unable to brace against the wave, and she could only watch helplessly as her rolling motion was disrupted. Ah, the greatest drawback of the Thunderstorm Cannon is its overwhelming power—it leaves no props behind, though it earns quite a bit of reputation. That's quite good indeed. Zhang Yuanqing felt both delighted and a bit regretful. After concluding the array, he donned his Yin-Yang robe, first using his water-controlling ability to extinguish the flames, then pulling out his phone and dialing the Queen's number: "Done. I'll send someone to wrap up the details." Then, he dissolved into starlight and vanished indoors. The Gushi King roared in fury: "You tried to use Kou Beiyue from Wuhen Hotel to trace the whereabouts of Yuan Shi Tianzun. I will personally kill him. Also, investigate how Yuan Shi Tianzun managed to trace the bloody Mary's movements." Bloody Mary is dead? Did Yuan Shi Tianzun do it?! The person with the human blood buncheon's heart pounded wildly as he remained in a kneeling posture, too afraid to lift his head, dreading that the Chairman would see his radiant joy. "Understood!" The Gushi King nodded, and the human face formed from blood mist dissolved. The person with the human blood buncheon extinguished the incense flame and folded the bronze bowl. He remained silent for a few seconds, then burst out laughing with a sense of satisfaction and triumph. "Perfect! Perfect! Hahahaha..." After laughing, he didn't treat the Gushi King's orders as anything serious—such matters could be handled in any way he saw fit. What excites him is that perhaps he can leverage Kou Beiyue to maintain a relatively smooth rapport with Yuan Shi Tianzun over the long term, turning him into a flexible blade capable of cutting away those free-lance individuals who are inconvenient, hold grudges, or stand in his way.