Although he often complains about the magical lord's poor trousers and his romantic, horse-like nature—sleeping on every beautiful woman he meets—he actually deeply respects and fears the lord. His character card stems from the magical lord, a legacy of the lord's own, making him a clear beneficiary. Therefore, he absolutely does not want to see the magical lord alive. A truly great magical lord is one who has passed away. Imagine: if the magical lord were still alive, would he simply hand over his embedded yin fragments in the character card, his useless electronic watch, and all his various items to someone completely unrelated? Aside from the lord's widows, Zhang Yuanqing has inherited nearly everything. As long as the magical lord remains alive, Zhang Yuanqing's own downfall is inevitable. Thus, over the past few months, Zhang Yuanqing has been highly sensitive to the question of whether the magical lord is truly dead or merely appearing to be so—constantly reminding himself, constantly questioning. It has almost become a deep-seated concern. Now, as they discuss yin's dominance over stars, Zhang Yuanqing finds himself once again doubting and second-guessing. "Not quite..." After a moment of hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing recalled a detail—the Taimei Master had publicly described the traits of the Magus Heir as "a black circular moon." While others might not know what this symbol meant, the strongest night-wandering deity certainly did. He knew the Magus possessed fragments of the lunar essence, yet still declared the Magus dead. That meant the Magus had truly passed away. Why would the Taimei Master spread false information, only to deceive his own people? Well, the issue of the character card anomaly—King Fear should have some experience. Maybe I can try it out. Zhang Yuanqing pulled himself back from the conversation with Fu Qingyang and Ling Jun, and said, "Boss, I'd like to connect Red Ying Elder and the Void Sect to work together against the Pure Yang Master. What do you think?" Fu Qingyang offered his opinion without hesitation: "That's a good idea! Red Ying and the one who challenges the peak will handle it, and the Southern Sect will agree." Zhang Yuanqing nodded thoughtfully. Fu Qingyang explained: "Red Ying Elder is principled and has a very high moral standard. The Peak Elder, on the other hand, is gentle and less aggressive—so it's unlikely they'll end up eating their black rice just to take it. Among the several elders of the Tai Men Sect, Sun Elder and Red Ying are the most moderate; the others are all strategic, shrewd, and possess flexible moral standards. Using the Pure Yang Master as bait and orchestrating a scheme to eliminate the Void Sect elders—absolutely, they're capable of doing that." Zhang Yuanqing understood, nodding while a growing concern stirred in his heart: "Then Senior Hongying and Senior Gao Feng must also be at risk of being exploited by the Southern School, right?" Fu Qingyang gave a slight lift of his嘴角: "Without Senior Gao Feng, I wouldn't recommend you pursue this collaboration." Zhang Yuanqing was momentarily taken aback, then it dawned on him—Senior Gao Feng, who had spent his entire life in poverty, possessed the 'Absolute Defense' ability, making it extremely difficult to eliminate him. The Vagueness Sect would hardly undertake such an effort that would be costly and unrewarding. Though Fu Qingyang's talent might be considered mediocre, his skill in strategy and subtle maneuvering was truly exceptional. Zhang Yuanqing felt a deep sense of admiration. Unable to give me an answer… Xiao Fat, upon hearing this, slightly furrowed his brow. Master Wuhen’s words could be interpreted in two ways: first, he himself lacks confidence in reaching the half-divine level; second, the Master might be displeased, but not necessarily resentful, as there is no direct conflict between them—thus, Master Wuhen is uncertain whether this will provoke the Master’s ill will. At least, it’s not the worst news! With a slight sense of reassurance, Xiao Fat asked, “You truly only need one more step to reach the half-divine level? I heard from Bei Yue that, over the years, you’ve never caused any casualties.” Not causing casualties—first, it would mean failing the annual “performance evaluations”; second, in many challenging combat-based dungeons, the party would be unable to progress without defeating the enemy. Master Wuhen’s distant, low, resonant voice echoed, “In the early years, I consistently used transportation tools to deliberately step out of the spiritual realm, actively downgrading myself. As my hidden score gradually declined, the higher-tier spiritual realms began to drift away from me.” "The lower-tier spiritual realms are mostly non-lethal, requiring little to no killing. Occasionally, I also complete guild副本 missions to accumulate experience, offsetting the annual slaughter assignments at year's end." Card-level progression... the plump man couldn't help but express profound respect. During the extraordinary and sage stages, card-level progression is manageable, but at the realm of mastery, he had never heard of such an achievement before. Before him, this evil master had maintained his card-level progression for exactly twenty years—without causing a single death—making mastery-level missions, which inherently involve life-and-death crises, all the more remarkable. As an evil-class profession, this act truly merits the word "great." "Your virtue is truly admirable, and it has left me humbled," the plump man bowed deeply and then exited the hall. ... Fu Family Village. Zhang Yuanqing left his study and returned to the smaller villa next door. In the living room, the rabbit-dress woman was tidying up, while in the first-floor bedroom, Li Chunfeng was rapidly typing at his keyboard. There were two computers set out at the dining table, yet Queen and Lady Yinyao were nowhere to be seen. "Where are they?" Zhang Yuanqing pushed his lips against the computer screen, asking. "Queen and Lady Yinyao went to the adjacent combat room to practice," said the rabbit maid in a soft voice. "Huh, rather uncommon," Zhang Yuanqing remarked, somewhat surprised. Queen is indeed diligent, but not quite committed—she does her assigned tasks, has solid business skills, yet falls short of being truly driven or persevering. As Fu Qingyang would put it: another piece of garbage! The rabbit maid hesitated slightly, then whispered, "They were originally playing games, but Lady Yinyao didn't know what she said to Queen—she burst into tears, saying that Guan Ya had spoiled her man and vowed to fight Guan Ya to the death." ...Zhang Yuanqing's mouth twitched slightly, "Then Guan Ya also went to the combat room?" "No, actually," the rabbit maid replied. "After Queen went upstairs, she didn't know what she said to Guan Ya—when she came back, she was furious, and immediately pulled Lady Yinyao The rabbit-dress lady glanced at Zhang Yuanqing several times, smiled lightly, covering her mouth. Though I don't have the ability to perceive inner insights, your face clearly says "young man, finally experiencing his first love." Zhang Yuanqing nodded and went straight up the stairs. Upon pushing open Guan Ya's door, he first smelled the strong scent of perfume in the air, then looked at the disheveled bed from this morning—still bearing the marks of use—where the sheets and blankets had been freshly changed and neatly laid out. Sitting at the desk, the first woman of his life wore a black skirt and a white T-shirt, reading through the副本 guide. Outside the bedroom, on the balcony, the bed linens and towels fluttered gently in the wind. "Back already? Have you had your meal?" Guan Ya stared at her computer screen without turning around. She seemed a bit awkward and shy, still adjusting to this new kind of relationship. Zhang Yuanqing, on the other hand, a young man just beginning to experience love, was already thinking about throwing things out—especially about solidifying things. "What did you tell the Queen? I heard she was struggling, even bringing the Princess to a sparring session." "I "Guan Ya spoke of her specialty, smiling warmly as she looked at him: 'The young chicken is truly delicious.' 'Agreed—I also find fresh seafood to be tender and flavorful.' Zhang Yuanqing walked to the desk, bent down, and gently took his girlfriend's dewy earlobe between his lips, chuckling: 'Guan Ya, I'd like to join the Immortal Nest.' Having a girlfriend who loves to tell spicy, earthy stories makes it easier to express oneself during romantic moments. 'No way!' Guan Ya, though technically a perfect score in her first driving exam, was still a novice driver—just like the one who had been so deeply aroused last night and who, now, with the daily routine, instinctively tightened her legs, emitting a short, breathy sigh: 'I suddenly regret having chosen a Scorpio as my boyfriend.' Scorpios love to explore at night—people are often afraid, while ghosts are the ones who find it hard to cope. Zhang Yuanqing bent down, extended his arms into her legs, and lifted her gently onto the desk. Guan Ya made a desperate resistance, bending his legs so that his knees pressed against his chest, employing a delaying tactic, and said: "The fighting last night was fierce; our arrows are exhausted and our troops are weary. We need time to recover. I will wait until tonight at midnight, when the two armies face off again, to determine the final outcome." Zhang Yuanqing pushed his body through the two great white pythons, humming, "Being kind to our enemies is being cruel to ourselves." Guan Ya, unable to resist, settled her arms around his waist. "The queen pouted, saying, 'Though I can still make an effort to secure the third position, ousting Guan Ya, Yuan Shi remains quite young. Do you know how enticing it is to witness the first triumph of a boy destined to become a great force? What right does Guan Ya have? What merit does she possess? Woe is me!' The silver-princess, with her ethereal and beautiful face like a finely crafted doll, maintained a composed expression—mirroring her current mood. Holding the small trumpet, she said, 'If I were you, I would encourage Xie Lingxi to court Yuan Shi. Should he not be won over, it would indicate his dedication and lack of strategic options—then you should abandon your ambition, and Guan Ya would only resent Xie Lingxi. But if he does fall for her, that would open up opportunities for you. Then, you could step in and court him yourself, aiming to become pregnant first. In my time, whoever gave birth first secured exclusive favor.' 'All I wish to do is to draw off support from her. I never said I intended to make Yuan Shi my consort. Princess, please don't impose your feudal dynasty ideals upon the present situation.' The queen shook Stealing a boyfriend from a close friend is nothing unusual, but sharing one with a close friend? That’s something she won’t tolerate. The queen suddenly brightened: "I’ve just thought of a way to relieve my frustration. I’m going to tell Xie Lingxi about this." The person who’s having bad luck feels most joyful when seeing others also facing misfortune. With that, she sat up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Xie Lingxi: "Lingxi, while you’ve been away, Guan Ya has been sleeping with Yuan Shi—what a shame!" Mother would say such things not only because, on the surface, she appears gentle and kind, but fundamentally, she's quite sharp and insincere. After all, although Xie Lingzhou is a distant cousin and part of the Xie family's main line, in the Xie family, anyone with bloodline from the ancestral founder is considered part of the main line. Xie Lingxi's paternal grandfather and Xie Lingzhou's paternal grandfather were brothers, both sons of the ancestral founder. Moreover, Xie Lingzhou himself has reached the Saint stage, giving him a solid standing among the younger generation. Naturally, when a promising main-line member passes away prematurely, it's expected that the family expresses genuine sorrow and regret. As soon as she lit the incense, Mother Xie—this elegant, graceful tea-leaf-type—began to wipe away her tears. "Lingzhou was such a wonderful child. How could he go? I truly didn't expect it," Mother Xie said, her voice filled with sorrow. Xie Lingzhou's mother, holding back her own grief, gently comforted her. "Suxu, this is just fate. Don't be too sad—come inside and sit down," she said, knowing that Ms. Xie kept频频 giving her daughter glances, but Xie Lingxi remained unmoved. She truly couldn't cry. At that moment, she felt her phone vibrate gently in her pocket. She silently pulled it out, glanced at it, then quietly put it back. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly burst into tears, her eyes welling up immediately, her face utterly sorrowful and devastated. Both Ms. Xies were taken aback. "Lingxi, what's wrong?" "Mom, I'm so uncomfortable, I'm so uncomfortable..." Lingxi knelt on the ground, lifted her head, and stretched her neck, weeping wildly. Her sorrow was so profound it seemed to tear her apart; her tears flowed like a downpour. Relatives and members of the Xie family gathered both inside and outside the hall were all struck by the scene, unable to look away. This heartfelt outpouring of emotion and tears could not be faked. For the first time, Ms. Xie Lingzhou shed tears of genuine satisfaction—even if it had been a performance, she was deeply moved. ... A gentle spring breeze passed through the magnolia, carrying the fragrance, and her body was drenched in sweat, her The sun set, its golden glow painting the sky in warm hues, as if the heavens had casually splashed in paint. The spring scenery within the room harmonized beautifully with the autumn sunlight streaming through the windows. Guan Ya leaned back, her hands resting on the table, gazing upward with half-lidded eyes, her gaze soft and dreamy, a languid elegance and drowsy charm lingering at her corners—like a nine-tailed fox enchanted and resting in King Zhou’s arms. The gentle light fell upon her face, glowing like a vibrant peony blossom. Zhang Yuanqing found her breathtakingly beautiful; never before had she looked so radiant—this was the most touching blend of grace and joy a woman reveals when she truly opens her heart to you. "Guan Ya gave him a gentle push. After pausing for a few minutes, she wiped off the saliva from her face and neck with a look of disdain, scolding him. "I'm going to take a bath." She pushed him aside, her long skirt swaying as she stepped lightly toward the bathroom. For the second time, she deeply realized that swordsmen possessed superior physical fitness compared to the star officials, yet in terms of endurance, no matter how strong the initial performance, eventually all ten Guan Yas would transform into Guan Yas. "Let's take a bath together," Zhang Yuanqing proposed, still eager to enjoy a couple's bath. Guan Ya's expression changed slightly, and she exclaimed, "If you dare step inside, I'll cut you down with a single sword stroke. Otherwise, I'll simply inject you with the life source fluid when I return." How exactly is the life source fluid used? Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment, considering that he might indeed be asking for too much, and that his constant efforts to care for the beauty might not be sustainable. "Alright," he finally agreed. In fact, I could use the Mountain God's Staff to relieve your swelling and pain, and then you'd take care of my concerns, resolving the costs—this way, it would be a sustainable cycle. Zhang Yuanqing mentally envisioned this rather unconventional arrangement, yet hesitated to mention it, fearing that Guan Ya might take issue. Guan Ya entered the bathroom, and shortly afterward, the sound of the shower running came through. As time flowed in the贤者's pace, Zhang Yuanqing pulled out his phone, opened the messaging app, and found two unread messages. One came from Kou Beiyue: "The Void Sect has agreed. We'll meet in Jinshan City tomorrow evening, but with two conditions: first, you may only bring Yin Ji from Taimei Sect; second, we need a high-tier knight's prestige item. I'll provide the exact location tomorrow evening." "One message from Sun Miaomiao: 'I've compiled the complete list of Night-Wanderers from 1990 to 2000, including their current statuses—many have already returned to the spiritual realm. Time is limited, so I can only offer a brief summary of their lives. I'm unable to provide detailed biographies, as the workload is simply too great.' Truly reliable, Six Shui—plus, she even included their life stories! Zhang Yuanqing smiled gently: 'Thank you so much. I'll treat you to dinner soon. You'll always remain my little treasure.' Sun Miaomiao: 'Ugh, disgusting!' And then she ignored him. Zhang Yuanqing deleted the above two chat messages, kept the attachment sent by Sun Miaomiao, and opened Guany a's notebook—she had accidentally left it on the desk corner while handling business. She entered the notebook password smoothly, launched the desktop chat application, and downloaded the attachment."