Sharp cries and various voices filter through the speaker—sounds familiar to Zhang Yuanqing, ones he's heard many times before. Are the magi's women all flamboyant? Do they never mind disturbing their neighbors with such loud calls? Who is the lead this time? Zhang Yuanqing is no longer a naive young man; he has gained some experience. In the past, when listening to the magi's audio recordings, he never found the women's screams particularly striking, as the Japanese educational films he knew featured their characters doing exactly the same. Now, he realizes: the women the magi sleeps with are all quite enthusiastic. Guan Ya, however, is notably reserved and gentle, shy and modest. He then considers: could this be unrelated to the women at all, perhaps due to the magi's sheer strength? No—given the magi's deep attachment to beauty, it must be the excessive use of the spray. Zhang Yuanqing recalls the divine artifact lying in his inventory—a piece of equipment that, in some ways, truly is a dream come true for men. Previously, when he listened to the audio of the Demon King, he often found it time-consuming—had to keep exiting and re-entering the Night Stroll experience repeatedly. Note that this was for a single session. After firsthand experience, Zhang Yuanqing was certain that the Night Stroll deity possessed exceptional recovery strength, though no enhancement in endurance. To put it plainly, he only lasted slightly longer than an ordinary person. Even so, it had already driven Guan Ya to beg her brother for mercy. Now that he thought about it, it made sense that the Demon King, as a Night Stroll deity with the mist spray support, could maintain such a vibrant presence and attract so many devoted companions. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt a spark of interest and longed to use this item, yet the addiction cost made him hesitate. The Demon King could sleep with women without restraint; he couldn’t. He didn’t want Guan Ya to feel let down. As his thoughts flowed, the joy in the audio continued uninterrupted, and the Demon King’s hoarse laughter reached him: “Mother-in-law, I heard from Teng'er that since her husband returned to the spiritual realm, you haven’t found any new companions? I didn’t believe it before, but now I Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had it all clear. The woman looked slightly displeased: "Why bring up the reed now? The reed...?" "Don't you see? It's precisely because you took advantage of the moment when I was parting from the reed." "To say such things now—I'm truly angry!" The woman gritted her teeth, "Back then, I should have killed you. If it weren't for your smooth talk, using the reed as a bargaining chip, I wouldn't have softened. In the end, I fell for your tricks." The magical king chuckled, "You keep saying how you care for your daughter, yet you can't resist my charm." His tone carried clear pride—this must be something he was particularly proud of. Zhang Yuanqing recalled an audio recording he had heard before: the magical king had been pursued and severely wounded by the mother of the miraculous reed, holding the cat king speaker and murmuring, "One day, I'll finally sleep with her." It was understandable that the magical king felt so pleased to have transformed a former adversary into a close lover. "I've torn your lips," the mature, sensuous woman said, her voice rising with anger. A brief struggle is heard in the audio, but soon settles down under the gentle words of the magus. After a moment, the magus speaks in a steady tone: "Have you found anything regarding the matter you asked me to investigate?" "...After clearing the killing quest of the Saint-level realm, the first phase of the Dominion quest will inevitably appear—within a month at the shortest, up to three months at the longest. After completing the first Dominion quest, the female marshal immediately submitted her trial for the Command Seal, a special item exclusive to marshals, which requires completing a guild trial." The woman pauses slightly before continuing. "One year later, she successfully cleared the White Tiger's guild quest, achieving half-divine status and becoming the new marshal. To date, this remains the only path for rapid advancement. If you wish to follow the female marshal's path, you must join a guild. However, due to your constraints with the Magistrate of the Illusory Eye, joining the official guilds remains impossible." "The Mage King said, 'After the Master took over, the frequency of副本 openings has been too slow. I can't endure the hardships for another decade or so. Now, I'm living worse than death. Why not take a chance and think about the clan's副本 matters again? Well, I'm sorry, but I didn't manage to obtain my own clan banner.' The woman calmed her labored breathing and continued, 'The second matter: the Master of Taiyuan specializes in the Stars. As far as I know, the Master has fully mastered the essence of the Stars. You can only choose the Yin or the Sun.' The Mage King thought for a moment and asked, 'Among the three fundamental essences, Yin represents the qualities of subtlety and concealment, while the Stars symbolize destiny and the evolution of all things. Though both are strong, neither compares to the Sun. 'Why didn't the Master choose the Sun?' the woman stammered, 'I—I heard from my father that no one has ever found the essence of the Sun. Since the first Night-Wanderers were born, the essence of the Sun has never appeared...' Never appeared? Then where are the ten Golden Cranes?' I remember the Magistrate eventually found the Little Sun. Zhang Yuanqing frowned slightly. "Mother, according to Teng'er, she also has an elder aunt." The Magistrate smiled. "She seems to have married the Master of the Taiyuan Sect." "Teng'er, this stubborn girl, always tells you everything." The woman sighed, slightly discontent. The Magistrate's voice was thick. "The Master of the Taiyuan Sect has numerous wives and concubines—would your father really be willing to give his daughter to him?" When the Magistrate mentioned Ling Jun's mother, Zhang Yuanqing's expression brightened, and he listened intently. As if stirring up unpleasant memories, the woman exhaled softly. "My sister is the wife of the Master of the Taiyuan Sect. She returned to the Spiritual Realm just one year after giving birth. The Taiyuan Sect publicly claims she died there, but I believe her passing was anything but ordinary." "How so?" the Magistrate asked, exerting himself as he spoke. "Her talent is extraordinary—she's born a wood spirit, which is why the Master of Taiyuan has taken such notice. Indeed, she was rapidly advancing toward the Spiritual Realm, but—well, before she reached that threshold, she had spoken to me on the phone." The woman's tone grew steadier as she recalled this: "She revealed a terrible secret. I could hear her fear in her voice, yet she never told me what it was. She only asked me to take good care of Lingjun should anything unfortunate ever befall her. "Not long after, I heard the news that she passed away during the Spiritual Realm quest." The Mage-king asked, "Why didn't you inform your father of this?" "I was afraid it involved the Master of Taiyuan," she sighed. The Mage-king nodded thoughtfully, "What could be so dreadful? Your father is one of the most powerful figures in the Five Elements Alliance, and behind him stands the President of the Hundred Blossoms Association—wouldn't even the Master of Taiyuan have to respect that?" The woman smiled wryly: "Taiyuan's Master holds a higher rank than the five Alliance Masters. He is not only the strongest night-wanderer of his time but also the foremost orderly-class specialist within this region. Before the Five Elements Alliance was established, each Master governed his own territory and did not gather in the capital. Prior to this, it was Master Taiyuan who remained stationed in the capital, effectively commanding the Warroks of the northwest. Moreover, Master Taiyuan and the President of the Hundred Blossoms are cousins." Were they cousins? Wow—now I understand why the Hundred Blossoms and Taiyuan have such a close relationship. Zhang Yuanqing was genuinely surprised. The conversation between the Demon King and the mother of Teng'er concluded here. Zhang Yuanqing listened for another half hour, stepping out several times to take night walks, until the Demon King injected a large quantity of life essence into the elder mother's body. The audio session then ended, wrapped in the faint static hum of the Cat King speaker. The information is quite dense—the Magistrate's audio is truly excellent, offering both engaging storytelling and valuable intelligence. Under the moonlight, Zhang Yuanqing stood on the rooftop, overlooking the tranquil villa complex, summarizing the evening's intelligence and extracting several key points: strongest lawful order, brother-in-law relationship, complete Stellar Origin, an unprecedented Solar Origin, the guild quest as a rapid promotion pathway, the conversation between the guild member and her mother before her passing, and the fact that the aunt is exceptionally composed. "The Magistrate must have joined some sect later on; otherwise, he couldn't have been just one step away from the Supreme Source. My mother-in-law mentioned that the Original Sun had never appeared, yet the Magistrate later mastered the small sun—this proves he found the Original Sun. Indeed, the Magistrate is a true master strategist. My mother's death was unusual, but I can't tell Ling Jun about it, as I don't yet have a way to explain the source of the information. My mother-in-law has kept this secret all along—she may have only mentioned it to the Magistrate. If this secret leaks out, it confirms beyond doubt that he is the true heir of the Magistrate. I can reveal it under a false identity, but not through the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign. ... The full moon hung high in the sky. Its cool, serene glow illuminated the tranquil valley. Grasses and flowers grew throughout the valley, continuously releasing pollen and spores that drifted softly toward the distant horizon. Insects moved densely among the plants, laying eggs again and again. Life flourished everywhere. But upon closer inspection, one discovers many haunting scenes: flowers bloom into the faces of little girls, eyes closed and asleep, expressions solemn and gloomy. Grass grows with mouth-like fissures, unconsciously biting and clicking with a crisp sound. Insects repeatedly lay eggs, eventually exhausting themselves and dying; the eggs hatch into larvae that grow at an astonishing pace, then lay more eggs, repeating the cycle endlessly. A gentle breeze stirs, and the "little girl" opens her eyes, emitting a nervous, ecstatic smile: "Our ancestral vengeance is unyielding—kill them all, kill them all…" Then she cries out wildly, heartbroken. At the heart of this valley stands a towering mound of flesh, resembling a small volcano, three meters high, with a sunken summit housing a volcanic crater one meter in diameter. The entire flesh mountain swells and contracts rhythmically, like a beating heart. Within the crater, golden molten lava churns, and a red figure rises and sinks, submerged in the liquid, as if in deep sleep. It was不知how long before the entire "volcano" shook, and a brilliant golden light erupted from its crater, soaring straight into the sky. A powerful yet gentle golden glow surged upward, rich with a strong vitality, then collapsed into a strong, pale golden breeze that swept across the entire valley. The twisted, strange plants trembled softly in the golden wind, their faces those of little girls, eyes wide with fear and sharp, piercing cries. Then, as the pale golden breeze carried them, they closed their eyes, serene and at peace—like they had finally found release. The grass sealed its cracks and never reopened again; insects ceased laying eggs, no longer draining their lives, but instead leaped joyfully among the plants. At the crater, a young woman glowing with a soft golden radiance rose gently, settling upon the volcanic crater as if in a bathtub, and sighed contentedly. "Congratulations, congratulations," she said, "you've finally cured your mind." A man wearing a silver mask appeared in the valley without anyone noticing. He held a bottle of whisky, two glasses, and smiled warmly. "A beautiful day, a pleasant occasion—this calls for a toast." The Master of Zhishi Palace lay lazily atop the volcanic crater, her hair damp and cascading down, her crimson dress stained with golden liquid, glowing softly with a warm golden-red hue, exuding an ethereal charm. She stretched lazily, smiling gently. "Indeed. Finally, we can live normally—no longer suppressing our inner frenzy. By the way, the very first thing I did upon returning to the realm was to have Chuan Ya eliminated." The man in the mask blinked, puzzled. "You're not quite normal, are you? Not even more frenzied?" He lifted the glass above his head, pouring in clear, golden liquid, and said, "Since we no longer have to worry about our spirits, I’ve set a modest goal: within a year, I want you to reach the rank of Supreme Sovereign. Otherwise, you’ll be surpassed by that young man. We must secure three half-gods before the Light Compass’s prophecy comes true—otherwise, survival during the great calamity will be a challenge, let alone leading it." The Lady of the Stopping of Death caught the wine cup that flew to her, puffed out her cheeks: "Got it. So much chatter." ... A splendid hotel. In the large suite, a tall, graceful figure in a red dress materialized out of nowhere. The sky was clear and blue, and it was five in the morning. The Lady of the Stopping of Death was in a good mood, humming a song, and waved her hand to summon her phone on the table. She unlocked the screen and saw two messages from the Prime Immortal. She ignored the first one and replied: "I've still got some hot water left. Tonight, at the usual place, I'll personally serve you a bath." ... At seven in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes on the rooftop, the sun already rising, the early autumn breeze cool and refreshing. After a light sleep of one hour, he unlocked his phone to check the time and then noticed the Lady's reply. "There's still surplus life essence?" Zhang Yuanqing felt a surge of delight. Put your phone away. As he was about to perform a star-dash departure, he suddenly spotted a fleet of black vehicles driving into Fu Family Bay, following the main road, and arriving at the outer entrance of Fu Qingyang's grand villa. At the same time, he saw Fu Qingyang, dressed in white, unusually stepping out of the villa and into the courtyard, as if preparing to greet someone. "Ding-dong!" His phone buzzed with an alert. Zhang Yuanqing glanced down and saw Guan Ya had sent him a message: "My mom has arrived. Is she about to settle the score with my mother? (dog head)"