The mission completed?! She deliberately revealed information earlier to draw my attention—she appeared to be testing me, but in reality, she was delaying time, feeding people into the coffin... Zhang Yuanqing's sense of crisis exploded. He knew better than anyone how strong the monster inside the coffin was. Once that monster broke free from its seal, he would be utterly unable to withstand it. With Yuchuan Mei, a master dream-weaver at the peak of Level 6, the outcome for Huangqi Diao Bureau was sealed: total annihilation! For the first time, Zhang Yuanqing had engaged in a strategic battle against a Level 6 evil-class character within the quest, and his experience had been far from pleasant. In the game, Yuchuan Mei was a well-established top-tier player—indeed, quite different from ordinary saints. Facing someone of this caliber, it was extremely difficult to achieve a victory through strength of numbers. If the Fire Master's humiliation also occurred within the quest, and if both of them allied, there might still be a chance to triumph through underdog tactics. As his thoughts raced, his actions remained swift. Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers decisively and said, "Stellar Evasion!" He decided to abandon the side The rain poured down in torrents, the wind howling, drowning out his voice. The stars failed to rise, and he remained steadfast in place. Zhang Yuanqing paused, then suddenly realized what was happening—his face turned pale with dismay. He had been pulled into the dream again! Standing beneath the eaves, Yi Chuan Mei also froze, astonished, "You've entered the dream in an instant—so truly you're a lowly crawler, aren't you? Surely you're not even at level five. How could such a crawler be matched with the deputy's roster?" Only when there's a level suppression does one experience an instant entry into the dream. You're quite impressive, after all—Zhang Yuanqing's face remained taut, sensing the loss of connection with the Princess. Fortunately, the Princess is an independent spirit, a shadow-being with her own personality. Once she arrives, she will be able to forcibly awaken him. Abandoning the side quest and heading to the Divine Sword Manor to seek allies is now the only viable option. Since the enemy is Yi Chuan Mei, the allies must surely be seasoned experts. The dangerous creature has broken free from its seal and is now rampaging through the ancestral hall—there's no hope for the Yellow Banner Courier staff. Yi Chuan Mei paused, saying, "A 4-star Night-Wanderer Spirit? How could that possibly match me, no matter how high my hidden score? Even with a strong hidden rating, it's impossible... Let me guess—your hidden score is exceptionally high, and your inventory likely contains numerous top-tier treasures." With that, she narrowed her eyes, carefully studying Lin Ci from head to toe, probing, "Are you Zhao City God or Yuan Shi Tian Zun?" A 4-star Night-Wanderer with a high hidden rating and a wealth of valuable items in her inventory—these were the only two figures she could think of. Zhang Yuanqing stubbornly tugged at his lips, "You decide!" Yi Chuan Mei's eyes sparkled, she licked her red lips with excitement, saying, "Zhao City God is a top seed from the Taiyuan Sect, and Yuan Shi Tian Zun is a prized asset of the Five Elements Alliance. No matter which one you are, conquering you will be a tremendous achievement." "Then, hand over your precious one, and I'll consider making you my slave—day after day, you'll be driven to ecstasy." ...Zhang Yuanqing's face twitched slightly; for the first time, he truly understood the treatment reserved for the absolutely stunning female protagonists in novels. The antagonist, smiling with a slow, lingering lick of his lips, said: "I've never tasted the flavor of the number-one beauty in the world yet." Nevertheless, as long as the other party showed even a hint of interest, Zhang Yuanqing wouldn't surrender his opportunity to delay. He sighed, "Back then, when I refused you at the teahouse, it wasn't out of moral obligation—it was simply because I had a natural gift in that regard. I often remained vigorous and passionate for entire days and nights. Moreover, I have a strong tendency to be dominant, enjoying the process of thoroughly and thoroughly tormenting women from within. To prevent Chen Wei from noticing any difference, I had to decline. Of course, you're not Chen Wei—our true forms have come through, and you're merely wearing her face." "If I had known it was you, hehe..." His words were precisely tailored to her tastes—so natural that even IChuan Mei wouldn't have noticed them. For someone with strong desires, such gentle, intimate appeals are the most irresistible. It's like a world-class beauty telling a villain, "I love your messy, rugged beard, the scent of your body after not bathing for half a month, the fishy smell from your feet, and even your yellowed teeth. You can go on tormenting me all you want." The villain wouldn't care whether the earlier parts were true or not—what truly mattered was the final sentence. "One night, one day—do you want to be the one who dominates?" Indeed, upon hearing this, IChuan Mei excitedly licked her lips again, her eyes glistening with desire, and laughed softly and sweetly. "I get it now—you're not Zhao Chenghuang. You're Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn. Zhao Chenghuang, like Fu Qingyang, is a cold, composed beauty." Her expression suddenly darkened. "Unfortunately, if this were real life, I would never have let you go unchallenged. But here, in this quest world, I believe "With that, she lifted a single soldier's rocket launcher. For a Dream Sovereign, any impractical fantasy could materialize within the dream. As long as one's rank was high enough, even the arrival of a meteor and the destruction of the world would not be difficult." "Time is limited. This time, I won't materialize zombies or your delays—let's just reduce you to ashes. What a pity! The official has finally produced a talented prodigy worthy of a Grand Marshal, and now I'm going to lose him." Icchu Mai expressed both regret and excitement. "I'm looking forward to claiming my rewards from the three Free Organizations after I step out of this quest." With that, she pulled the trigger. A surge of flame erupted, the rocket launched forth with a piercing shriek, and struck precisely the nearby Yuan-Shi Tian Zun. While monsters could still maneuver and evade attacks, the speed of ranged weapons surpassed even the human body's reaction capabilities. "Boom!" The rocket projectiles exploded, casting a bright, glowing light that illuminated the entire courtyard. The wave of heat vaporized the rain, whipping up strong winds within the yard and rattling the windows and doors. Yuchuan Mei stood firm amidst the smoke and flames, her graceful face glowing with excitement. Suddenly, her joyful expression faded, and she stared in astonishment ahead. Amid the gradually fading light, a figure emerged from the smoke, wearing a resolute, unyielding blue mask—scorched and streaked with lingering smoke, as if bearing the full force of a wave of Kamehameha attacks in a热血 manga. She thought for a moment, lifted her delicate hand, and lightly tapped it three times. Instantly, within the courtyard, beneath the rain, three figures materialized—Fu Qingyang in white robes, with a cold, composed demeanor; a black-robed young man of ordinary appearance but with sharp, brooding features; and a broad-shouldered middle-aged man with crimson eyes and short, thick hair. The sharp sword energy, the powerful yin energy, and the tangible aura of deadly force filled the courtyard like tangible substance. Fu Qingyang, the Demon King, and the Silver Moon General. With ease, he dispatched three senior masters. Zhang Yuanqing lifted his radiant face, his voice resonant and commanding: "No more than that. What further moves do you have? Go ahead and deploy them." Where is Lady Yin Yao? After three mental blows, I'm barely holding on alone in this dream—come quickly to rescue your esteemed master's favored disciple!... Zhang Yuanqing appears calm as a seasoned dog, yet his heart is racing. Yuchuan Mei's expression grew increasingly serious. After gazing at Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun for a moment, she suddenly lifted a smile: "I now understand the purpose of your prop. Each mask serves a distinct function—there's a limit to how many times it can be used. You're merely creating a show, aiming to buy time." Zhang Yuanqing felt a sudden jolt. Then, he watched as Yuchuan Mei's figure rapidly rose—two meters, three meters, five meters—within moments, towering as tall as the eaves of the Yizhuang courtyard. An overwhelming sense of pressure surged forth, like waves crashing in from all sides. "In this dream, I am invincible." She looked down upon Yuan Shi Tian Zun with an air of superiority, extending her vast palm. Well, truly powerful—yet utterly unable to withstand it... The golden mask on Zhang Yuanqing's face trembled violently, nearly collapsing. He immediately changed his facial expression, shifting to blue, activating a skill that granted immunity to mental attacks. At that moment, Ichiu Mei's palm met resistance and could no longer advance. But in the next instant, the intangible wave of energy shattered, and the blue face dissolved. Zhang Yuanqing was now cradled within her grasp. "You may possess many tools, many treasures," Ichiu Mei smiled, "but in the realm of dreams, you are merely an ordinary mortal. To crush you is as simple as crushing an ant." "Even if you wield tools of a saintly-level illusionist." Zhang Yuanqing sensed her palm silently exerting pressure and heard the continuous sound of his bones fracturing. He instantly switched his facial expression to a yellow, earth-toned face. This face's attributes were fiery and combative, enhancing his physical strength, skills, and soul by 30%. "Such a stubborn, irritating insect." Yi Chuan Mei felt the enemy in her hands suddenly grow rigid, yet she remained calm, lifting a corner of her lips. "Are you still waiting for the ghost with a soul to arrive and rescue you? Don't you find it strange that, though she's not far from the estate, she hasn't arrived yet after all this time?" Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback. Yi Chuan Mei chuckled. "I've been wearing Chen Wei's identity as a fire specialist during the day—this serves both as protection and as a limitation, so I'm unable to use my full skill set during daylight hours." "But as a spirit mage, my instincts remain sharp. From the very first day I entered the realm, I sensed emotional fluctuations in your ghost—signs of an independent soul. At first, I thought it might be a unique trait of Lin Ci himself." Zhang Yuanqing, wracked with pain, recalled Chen Wei's words from that morning—the very first day—when she had said: "Next time, don't leave the ghost on the bedside." Had she already sensed something unusual in the Princess? Then, what I've arranged as a backup— "Think again," said Yi Chuan Mei with a warm smile. "Why didn't your yin corpse see a thing that night when Yang Shuo and Wang Ping died?" "At that time, she was trapped in the realm of illusion, just like now," replied Yi Chuan Mei, her beautiful gaze drifting toward the gate of Yizhuang. "She's actually circling outside the estate right now." A master of illusion is a profession with notable weaknesses—weak in close combat, yet extraordinary in the realm of magical illusions. Even the Night Wandering God, who shares a similar talent, falls far short in this regard. "Die!" Yi Chuan Mei suddenly pressed hard with her palm, firmly clenching her fingers. Zhang Yuanqing felt his consciousness sink into an endless darkness, his physical body composed of spirit collapsing instantly. If only the Princess had a ghost mirror, he thought, perhaps she could pierce through the illusion... His heart filled with despair. At that very moment, a sharp, piercing cry from Yi Chuan Mei rang out in his ears. Then, he felt the immense pressure of a giant hand release—his body, once shattered, Zhang Yuanqing looked both astonished and bewildered, and there, a blade had pierced through Yi Chuanmei's chest, its sharp edge streaked with blood. Amid a piercing, agonizing cry, her massive body rapidly collapsed. Her great hands dissolved, and Zhang Yuanqing's body fell from the air. He suddenly opened his eyes, and the scene had changed. It was still the small courtyard of Yizhuang, but the rain was winding down. Chen Wei, in the form of Yi Chuanmei, stood beneath the eaves, her chest gushing with blood, a clear cut running through her. Behind her stood Chen Xue dao, her hair now streaked with silver, her expression stern and unyielding. Yi Chuanmei's form faded like foam, reappearing several meters away, clutching her blood-soaked chest, her face pale and stunned, gazing in disbelief at Chen Xue dao. "You—you're not dead?" Yi Chuanmei's expression shifted slightly, and she immediately turned to the courtyard. Through the open lattice gate, one could see the dim campfire, where the messengers sat cross-legged, their heads bowed, asleep. Near the back, a black coffin stood quietly in the corner, beside it lay a body with blood streaming from its chest. Upon seeing this scene, Itō Misaki's eyes narrowed slightly. The deadly creature had never emerged. The pagekeeper who had been feeding it had been cut down beforehand. The cries of terror were not those of the creature being devoured—they came from the victims slain by Chen Xue Dao. Chen Xue Dao spoke calmly: "I of course won't die. I've been waiting for you to act. The tools needed to shatter the dream are still at my disposal." At these words, Zhang Yuanqing and Itō Misaki both stiffened, their faces filled with astonishment. Zhang Yuanqing beamed with excitement: "Uncle, you're also a Lingjing Traveler?" Chen Xue Dao glanced at him: "Role-playing is over. If you keep calling me 'uncle,' it will start to feel awkward. Of course, being called 'uncle' by the Yuanshǐ Tianzun isn't bad either. How did you manage to match into the sixth-tier quest? Did you hide a master-quality item somewhere in your inventory?" "说完，他望向伊川美，"Indeed, you are the evil specialist of the team." Icchu Mai's face flushed slightly: "Who exactly are you?"