As this information appeared, a translucent notepad materialized in the hands of each person. The Great Adventure of Green—this master-tier item is called the Great Adventure of Green? The name doesn't sound like something native to our profession. Where did the Head Master of Yangyang Yang obtain it? Zhang Yuanqing also held a translucent notepad, blank at first. After holding it for several seconds, the item details appeared: 【Name: Voting Notepad】 【Type: Consumable】 【Function: Voting】 【Description: A consumable item produced by the game "The Great Adventure of Green." Hold the notepad and gaze at the person you wish to vote for for more than ten seconds—this counts as casting your vote for them.】 【Note: The game "The Great Adventure of Green" is truly fascinating.] Once Zhang Yuanqing had reviewed the item's attributes, the others also understood how to use the notepad. One female guest turned around, looking around with a slightly hesitant tone, asking, "Who should I vote for?" "Look at me, please—everyone, just focus on your own notepads and don't look at others randomly." "Be careful—don't accidentally vote for someone The noise grew intense, with many guests lowering their gaze, no longer looking at their companions, their eyes drifting without settling. All present were seasoned officials, experienced and composed, though slightly agitated—far from disoriented. Liu Zhiyi scanned the room in a haphazard manner and raised his voice: "We're trapped inside a master-level item, facing a greater danger than even the quest itself. In a quest, at least we can find a chance of survival through puzzle-solving. But this item has no sense of reason. Therefore, I propose that everyone vote for the service staff—just pick any two. If we have to leave, we'll compensate their families. If we never make it out, then we all die anyway—what difference does it make whether we die first or last?" The guests exchanged glances, then once again lowered their heads. "Perhaps we can resist with defensive items? Why must we follow the game's prescribed steps? Shouldn't we resist instead?" someone suggested. The lawful-oriented professions held strong moral standards. A sage shook his head, "Useless. Unless it's defensive equipment of the same tier, it means nothing." Before the master-tier items, he wouldn't call them mere insects, but he wouldn't consider them much better either. "Then, then I have nothing to say..." The person who had previously voiced resistance now fell silent. "If everyone has no objections, let's begin voting? We only have three minutes. Better to vote for the server than to randomly eliminate two of us," said Liu Zhiyi. Miao Teng'er frowned, as a wood spirit, she was naturally gentle and compassionate. The servers were her own hires, and she couldn't bear to see them become sacrifices—yet she knew she couldn't defy the larger group, and felt a growing sense of disappointment. She glanced around and noticed Ling Jun and Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn moving back and forth around the table, their eyes bright and fully absorbed, completely indifferent to the voting. "What are you two looking at?" she asked, leaning closer and speaking softly. "They're planning to vote to eliminate the servers. Do you have any way to stop them?" "Not at all." "Linjun continued examining the tabletop game, saying, "When a group is under threat, sacrificing the vehicle to save the general is the right move—though it may be cruel. In times of crisis, mercy is meaningful only if it's decisive; otherwise, it becomes a liability." "Mercy is always meaningful, but putting it into practice requires strength," Zhang Yuanqing sighed. "Resolving this master-level artifact or uncovering the Pure Yang Master of the Sect is the best way to demonstrate mercy. What have you found?" Linjun shook his head. "I'm wondering what kind of profession this artifact belongs to, but I haven't been able to determine it—definitely not one of our native ones. What about you?" Zhang Yuanqing said seriously, "I've roughly figured out its origin. The president has two more artifacts yet to locate—one numbered 2, and one numbered 9. This 'Green Adventure' is likely one of them. I didn't expect it to have been obtained by the Pure Yang Master of the Sect. Did you catch the information just now? This artifact has a safety period—starting from when the hall was sealed until the timer expires, which should be around ten minutes." That is to say, we have ten minutes of safety. "Once this vote concludes, we must locate the Master of Pure Yang within ten minutes—or the dice will keep turning, and more people will die," Ling Jun mused. "Making people speak the truth isn't difficult; there are plenty of lie-detection tools available. With so many spiritual travelers present, we'll surely find a way. Also, when you used your stellar astrology to examine everyone's facial features earlier, did you note down each person's destiny palace?" The destiny palace represents one's fate, and each individual's palace is unique. "Of course!" Zhang Yuanqing nodded. "Then we can proceed. Either he will remain hidden, waiting for us to uncover him, or he will be taken over and discovered by you." Ling Jun said. "What I find more puzzling is, when Yan'er died, why didn't you see his spiritual form fleeing?" Zhang Yuanqing shook his head. "I cannot understand. He is an ancient practitioner who also specializes in illusionary arts, with techniques more refined than ours—therefore, difficult to predict." But as long as he dares to continue seizing their bodies, we will always be able to uncover him." Listening to her cousin and Yuan Shi Tian Zun's conversation, Miao Teng'er suddenly felt a strong sense of security, and her heavy心情 eased considerably. Indeed, there were so many elite talents here, especially her cousin, Yuan Shi Tian Zun, and Yin Ji—the three of them were truly the cream of the crop. Pure Yang Master would find it no easy task to challenge them. At that moment, three minutes had passed, and the guests had already selected two server staff to be eliminated. As most people turned their gaze toward the two unfortunate ones and stared at them for ten seconds, the information projected in the air changed: ["Countdown complete! Congratulations—you have successfully chosen your companions to be eliminated!"] As soon as this message appeared, the two pale male servers stiffened and fell straight to the ground, lifeless, turning into two lifeless bodies. Zhang Yuanqing immediately walked toward the crowd, raising his voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me—" He explained to the guests what he had just analyzed about the characteristics of the "Green Adventure" artifact. "We need to identify the Master of Pure Yang within ten minutes. That's not difficult at all—the Master of Pure Yang has been specifically destined for you four. He must have already taken over one of you." Xie Lingyun said. Yin Ji slightly shook her head: "None of them have been taken over." The young talent from Hangzhou Branch, who was barely holding on, nodded in agreement: "It would be too obvious to take over Ye You Shen directly. They wouldn't make such a basic mistake." Ling Jun said: "Now, we need to gather everyone in the hall. Ting'er, how many service staff have you summoned? Are there still anyone left on the first or third floors?" Miao Ting'er replied: "Including service staff, cleaning, and security personnel, there are a total of thirty people—most of them are here already." Zhang Yuanqing immediately said, "Then there are still some people missing. Quickly gather them and have everyone assembled within two minutes." Miao Teng'er nodded and gave Yang Shi a glance. Yang Shi swiftly departed and returned exactly two minutes later, accompanied by eight service staff and cleaners, all looking anxious. Once everyone was in place, Zhang Yuanqing instructed, "Now, please have all security personnel, cleaners, and service staff stand by the tables. The sages, please stand at the other tables. Everyone else remains where they are." Under his arrangement, the attendees were clearly divided into three distinct groups. "Based on my understanding of the Pure Yang Master, he is not capable of taking over a sage's body. Therefore, he must be concealed among the extraordinary beings and ordinary people," Zhang Yuanqing explained. "Now, I need a lie-detection device." On hearing this, High Official Guan Shangliu from Puning District said, "I have a lie-detection device." "Thereupon, he took from his inventory a black iron token, shaped like a rectangle with a semicircle, engraved with the characters 'Military orders stand as mountains.' 'This item comes with a condition: during its holding, one must never lie.' The composed, gentle middle-aged man looked toward Yuan Shi Tian Zun, 'Is this standard of virtue sufficient?' As he held the token, his demeanor grew solemn and commanding, like a general on the battlefield. The standard of virtue should be adequate. I had originally intended to use the 'honesty' condition from Hou Tu's boots—the token is more convenient and more professional,' Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly, 'It is sufficient!' At the same time, he silently calculated the time remaining—six minutes. 'Who would like to go first?' asked Gao Shan Li Shui, glancing at the transcendent wanderers. Xie Lingyun stepped forward and said, 'Me!' She took the black iron token and said, 'My name is Xie Lingyun, not the Master of Pure Yang.' Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment, then added, 'And one more thing: you are not a practitioner from ancient times.' 'I am not a practitioner from ancient times!' Xie Ling After speaking, she gently exhaled, passing the token to her close friend by her side. The token circulated among the extraordinary travelers, and every person who held it effortlessly recited the same lines as Xie Lingyun. However, an unexpected incident occurred when the token reached Danqing Saint-Hand—the lucky mascot of the Crab Market branch—who suddenly stored it in his inventory. "What are you doing?" Gongshan Liushui's face changed instantly. This was his own item. People around him stepped back, retreating from Danqing Saint-Hand. Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt relieved that he hadn't brought out his Houtu Boots. "This is mine! This item belongs to me!" Danqing Saint-Hand's handsome face was filled with greed. He fiercely declared, "With this item, I can become a Saint, and rise swiftly in rank—no one will ever take it from me." With that, he turned and ran. In an instant, everyone rushed to intervene. Gongshan Liushui's arm transformed into a green vine, twisting and reaching out to wrap tightly around Danqing Saint-Hand. The ghost bride materialized, materializing behind the master of ink and brush; Ling Jun transformed into a magnificent, colorful tiger, tackling him to the ground. "Boom! Boom!" Two shots rang out, shattering the master of ink and brush's head into fragments—bone shards, blood, and brain matter splattered everywhere—killing him instantly. The shots were fired by Duqiao, barely holding on, his face stern and fierce, slightly gasping as though startled. Zhang Yuanqing and the three members of Tai Men simultaneously activated their spiritual absorption techniques, yet they saw no trace of the Pure Yang Master's spiritual form—instead, the lingering spiritual essence within the master of ink and brush gently rose and drifted out. "He isn't the Pure Yang Master," Yin Ji frowned, her brows tightly knit. "How could that be?" Duqiao stared in astonishment. A feint—Zhang Yuanqing's expression darkened. Clearly, this was the Pure Yang Master's deliberate strategy. As a practitioner of illusionary arts, he could perceive the target's mental vulnerabilities. The master of ink and brush's mental lapse had likely been his inability to shed the title of "the auspicious symbol." Thus, the Pure Yang Master exploited the flaw of the Master of Paint and Calligraphy, amplifying his greed and weakening his resistance to the qualities of the sacred artifacts, compelling him to take risks in order to claim them for himself. At the same time, he magnified the fear within Duanchiao's wounded heart, prompting him to make an overly aggressive move that eliminated his enemies without leaving any lasting consequences. Zhang Yuanqing had faced numerous illusionists before, but compared to the Pure Yang Master, those illusionists were nothing short of underclassmen who had barely graduated. Fundamentally, it was still the master-level artifacts that limited them, and the Pure Yang Master was no ordinary illusionist—illusionists never performed a spirit transfer. As Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts shifted, he observed the projected information in the air change: 【Safety time countdown has ended. The die is now spinning. Please wait…】 The die floating above the ethereal round table spun once again at high speed. Ten minutes had passed. A few seconds later, it gradually slowed and finally settled, resting on six. Under the intense gaze of everyone, the small figurine followed the winding path and arrived at the nine-o'clock position. As the figurine moved, the mist parted, revealing a small note at the nine-o'clock spot: "You have gained another opportunity to roll the dice." The football-sized die spun once more. This time, it settled on two. The miniature figurine on the game board then advanced two spaces with a cheerful stride. The mist parted again, and at the eleven-o'clock position, a field of rice was revealed, with a straw figure standing in the midst. The area's description read: "You have entered the Straw Figure's domain. Remain still for ten minutes; those who disobey the Straw Figure's will shall be eliminated!" [Beep! Countdown has begun!] "Stay still—everyone, stay still…" Miao Teng'er said immediately. As soon as she finished speaking, a server cried out, "I don't want to stay here anymore. I want to go home..." The server rushed toward the restaurant entrance, but just took two steps, her body suddenly stiffened and fell straight forward, dying silently. Her death did not alarm anyone—it instead deepened the fear of many. Two transcendents from the extraordinary realm suddenly collapsed emotionally, shouting and rushing toward the restaurant entrance as if pursued by something terrifying. "Thump!" "Thump!" They fell one after another, returning to the spiritual realm. The sense of panic continued to spread, infecting even the elite, such as Liu Zhiyi and Du Qiao, whose wounds were still bleeding. Their legs began to tremble, beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, and they kept glancing back, as though something vast and dire were approaching behind them. For heaven's sake, he's using the server's death to amplify everyone's panic, spreading fear—while the Saint Realm figures remain unaffected, the transcendent-stage individuals are completely overwhelmed. If this continues, perhaps within the next moment, the transcendent practitioners will all collapse. Zhang Yuanqing felt a surge of urgency. Among the transcendent-level figures, there are two Night-Wanderers. Should they perish and their spiritual energy be seized by the Pure Yang Master, this ancient cultivator would gain tremendous strength, becoming even more formidable and harder to track. In that case, the Greenlin Adventure Game would be nearly impossible to halt, and everyone might ultimately be played out by him. He needed to contain the spread of panic, yet he was currently immobilized, unable to retrieve items from his inventory. He also lacked the abilities of a spirit-magic practitioner. A master-tier item had given him the sense of difficulty typically found in an S-tier dungeon. If only there were a musician here—musician's calming influence would directly counteract the emotional manipulation of a spirit-magic practitioner. He should have brought Xie Lingxi over earlier. Wait—there's a musician here!