The Tianfa Organization's visit to Japan has two primary objectives: to secure the King of the Underworld and to investigate the lineage of the Mage King. They cannot afford to abandon their probing efforts simply because the doubts are not overwhelming, nor can they overlook the investigation of the Mage King merely because their main focus is on the King of the Underworld—any lingering hope at this point would be self-deceptive. In truth, the other party doesn't need to investigate the Mage King further; once they publicly release the portfolio of documents to the Five Elements Alliance, the matter would be settled. How could the Master of the Taidao Sect not know that the Mage King carries the essence of Taiyin, if the Sect itself had made that connection? Once the identity of the Mage King's heir is revealed, both the Master of the Taidao Sect and Lingtuo would likely launch immediate actions against him—perhaps even jeopardizing the protection of the Five Elements Alliance itself. Both plans come with significant drawbacks and don't feel very feasible... Zhang Yuanqing sighed quietly and said, "A few days from now, once the faction members have exited the current instance, I'll immediately launch the third instance. You'll need to prepare accordingly—don't join the thousand-hel group on their visit to China. Otherwise, if the Heavenly Punishment team suddenly decides to use polygraph devices on you, it might be awkward. No, you'll go straight to the Mu Sect's Machine City tomorrow and stay there for one full day to avoid any potential issues." Shinoya Ryō thought for a few seconds, "Good. Before the Heavenly Punishment arrives, I've already mentioned to the team leader that I'd like to enter the faction instance. This won't seem out of the ordinary." Zhang Yuanqing nodded in approval, "Ryō, you're doing well. You're one of the core members of the group of the deceased returning. I'll be sure to nurture you." Though a bit soft-spoken, she's intelligent and reliable. Shinoya Ryō beamed, "I won't let Yuanshǐ King down." Seeing her eyes gleam with excited anticipation, Zhang Yuanqing silently pondered—this girl was much like Xiahou Aotian, who craved standing in the spotlight and being seen by everyone. Shina Reo also longed to be entrusted with significant responsibilities, rather than merely serving as a pleasant presence in the Chihaku group. As long as one grasped each person’s aspirations or personality weaknesses, they could effectively manage them. Fu Qingyang’s mastery in manipulating people and wielding political strategy stemmed not only from his innate talent but also from the scouts’ keen observational skills. “Then I’ll go back,” Zhang Yuanqing said, handing the little red hat to Shina Reo and stepping out of the Yin Shi consciousness realm. … Fu Family Villa. At the cluttered dining table, Zhang Yuanqing bowed his head, his face pale, his eyes sharp and cunning, his lips occasionally curling into a smile as his gaze darted around—appearing to be carefully plotting a scheme. A few minutes later, he received Shina Reo’s formal application to present the little red hat. The white paint on Zhang Yuanqing's face began to fade. He reached into his inventory for the Ghost Mirror, paying the cost of the military spirit's "inconsistent temperament." Then, he opened the clan warehouse, retrieved the Little Red Cap, and verified that everything had been returned intact before finally setting it aside with peace of mind. "Even a white-faced official can't offer a truly perfect solution. This isn't going smoothly," Zhang Yuanqing mused, pausing for a few seconds before standing and heading toward the training hall. "Tapping... tapping..." His footsteps echoed along the bright, luminous corridor, soon arriving at the training hall in the annex building. Through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, as if they didn't exist at all, Fu Qingyang held a wooden sword in both hands, standing in a bow stance, delivering steady, repeated slashes. There was no mystery, no special effects or phenomena—just the most ordinary straight strikes, lacking any sense of refined, almost transcendent mastery, more like that of a beginner. Zhang Yuanqing stood by the window, quietly observing the scene. Fu Qingyang in the practice hall seemed entirely unaware of him, maintaining his steady strikes as time slipped by slowly, until three in the morning, when Fu finally sheathed his sword and turned his head toward the floor-to-ceiling window. Zhang Yuanqing then snapped his fingers, and the starlight dissolved into the room. "Boss, can this kind of practice really cultivate the power of rules? Am I still in time to start now?" Zhang asked. "Any matter, as long as it's pursued with unwavering consistency, can reach the realm of the Way!" Fu Qingyang settled into a lotus position, his sword resting across his knees. "This is my Way—not yours. Those who learn from me will perish; those who resemble me will thrive." "Absolutely enlightening," Zhang said. "Then, Boss, what kind of Way do you think I should follow? Please don't say something about a winding path covered in frost—otherwise I'll think you're driving. Of course, I also don't like the bustling, crowded highways." Fu Qingyang ignored his trusted subordinate's flowery remarks. "Your expression tells me you've encountered something troubling." "Boss, you're so dull—you never pick up Zhang Yuanqing sighed, "It's not my business—actually, I have a friend..." "When people have something they're uncomfortable expressing, they often use the phrase 'I have a friend' as a cover." Fu Qingyang nodded seriously, clearly picking up on the reference. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly stalled—Fu Qingyang, on the other hand, seemed to lose his footing. The identity of the heir to the Mage King, he and Fu Qingyang had known each other well without needing to mention it. As long as he didn't speak, he could simply act as if unaware. Should something happen later, it would merely be a matter of oversight. But once he voiced it, that would force him to make a decision—should he report it or protect it? As an official elder, what would he choose? Indeed, how had the head of the organization suddenly become so conversational? This didn't fit his usual demeanor. Had he recently been struck by some unexpected event, or had he suddenly developed an interest in such things? Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and said, "I have an uncle—when he was young, he really had it going. He had his hair styled, smoked, wore bell-bottom I only recently found out that he had a child outside the marriage back then, and now the mother and child have come to Songhai. It's rather odd of him—always fond of performing on the internet, singing, dancing, and rapping, never staying low-key. Now that the child knows he lives in Songhai, it's all clear. Fu Qingyang paused, his gaze deep and thoughtful as he studied him. "Does the child know your uncle's address?" "Not exactly," Zhang Yuanqing replied. "They've come to Songhai by chance, without a clear destination. But the child has a photo of my uncle. When they asked around, the photo revealed my uncle's identity—now it seems completely hopeless." Fu Qingyang's expression grew serious, his thick brows furrowed tightly. Zhang Yuanqing spoke softly, "Boss, do you think it's wise to eliminate the child now, once and for all?" Fu Qingyang glanced at him. "The child comes to you, and your uncle can simply divorce. Even if he's disgraced, that's manageable. If he's killed, it's a capital offense. Don't use a major mistake to cover up a minor one. That would be unwise." “What should we do?” “Could we get in touch with one of your uncle’s friends?” “It’s not easy—some of those friends have been quietly hoping for trouble, not just good friends. How about giving a few coins to send off the smuggled children?” “They’re here to divide up your uncle’s estate. Money won’t drive away the wealthy or the greedy—it’ll only breed bloodsuckers who’ll drain you down to your very bones.” “It’s not me, it’s not me—it’s my uncle.” “This is quite a challenge. Even I can’t think of a perfect solution right now, though I do have a temporary strategy.” “Go on!” Zhang Yuanqing perked up, straightening his posture. Fu Qingyang spoke calmly: “Before the legitimate child is found and before the real uncle is involved, hire someone to impersonate your uncle and stir up trouble. That way, the pressure will naturally shift onto the fake uncle. But this plan is quite difficult to execute—too delicate, in fact—so we need a plausible, well-justified reason.” The safety of the adoptive uncle is also a concern—the natural son is young and strong, and likely quite capable in battle, with the public supporters on the side. Zhang Yuanqing fell into thoughtful reflection. The elder's suggestion is that I should present a descendant of the Magus King? That does sound like a good idea—the Magus King's heir has now appeared, so why still investigate whether Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn is indeed the heir. Yet, the heir appears neither early nor late, but precisely now—without a clear reason, it's difficult to convince the Heavenly Judgment. He remained silent, his mind suddenly brightening, with a cascade of thoughts rising and then settling. At that moment, Fu Qingyang said: "I plan to use the villa next door as our company's headquarters, where the core components will be manufactured. As for the accessories, a larger factory will be needed." "I've purchased a factory near Songhai, and through my network, I've secured a large batch of high-end, precision equipment and raw materials for mechanical weapons. Fu Xue still needs time to raise funds, so I plan to host a banquet to invite young officials and have them join me for a good time—this will also be an opportunity to solicit their financial support. However, the date for the banquet hasn't been finalized yet. 'I remember Ting'er has a natural talent for business, and she's well-off. I'll definitely invite her.' With that, he grasped his sword and stood up. 'Our rest period is over—go now.' Zhang Yuanqing couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation for the timely appearance of the Magus's heir, and he was distracted throughout the conversation. When the head of the group issued the formal farewell, he had no choice but to leave reluctantly. He then employed the Star-Flight technique to return to his villa, took a shower, and lay down on the bed, continuing to ponder. 'The delegation from Tianfa will arrive soon—likely tomorrow. I only have one day.' Lying on the bed, he suddenly found himself missing Guan Ya. It's a great blessing when you're feeling stressed and have someone by your side offering comfort and guidance. That's how people are—once they've tasted the flavor of love, they no longer want to be alone. "Faking the role of a magus heir isn't easy. Among the magus legacies I've currently received, the charm ring, the long-lasting spray, and the electronic watch aren't particularly useful in combat. Presenting them directly to enemies would feel too artificial." "Only the Wind-Bringer gloves are truly combat-ready, but a few people—like Huang Taiji—have already seen me use them. Showing off the gloves would be like admitting defeat without even fighting." "And the Cat King speaker's rather unimpressive audio quality is also well-known to some." Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized that proving himself a true magus heir wasn't as straightforward as he'd thought. Yet, without proving it, he couldn't gain the trust of the Divine Judgment or the official authorities. "Unless someone can vouch for me and confirm that I am indeed the heir of the magus..." Zhang Yuanqing paused, his expression then freezing. He had it now—he suddenly understood! He finally grasped the implication in Fu Qingyang's last words! Miao Teng'er! Miao Teng'er is the key to breaking the deadlock. The Long-Lasting Spray and the Charm Bracelet cannot be shown in public, but can be revealed before Miao Teng'er. She is the Magus's favorite, so she knows about these items. Miao Teng'er will serve as my witness. "Fabricate my identity as the Magus's heir, seize Miao Teng'er at the banquet tomorrow night, deliberately humiliate her, show her the Long-Lasting Spray and the Charm Bracelet, and then claim to be the Magus's heir, demanding full inheritance rights from the Magus." "It's well known that the widow also inherits." "After Miao Teng'er is rescued, she will testify on my behalf that I am indeed the Magus's heir." "Perfect! Fu Qingyang—you're absolutely brilliant! Even your brother-in-law's cousin is in on it. I really like that, hehehe..." Zhang Yuanqing sat up, pulled out his phone, and sent a message to Shallowya Ryō: "I need your team leader's phone number." Fu Qingyang woke up, picked up the landline by the bed, and dialed the number downstairs, instructing, "Bring my laptop to the study." He hung up, then went to the bathroom to freshen up. When he returned to the master bedroom, a business phone and a steaming cup of coffee were already set neatly on the desk by the window. Fu Qingyang held the coffee in one hand and opened his laptop with the other, entered his password, and logged into his email. A new message he clicked on—brief text read: "The Chianhe team will arrive in Beijing tonight at 8 p.m." Fu Qingyang silently deleted the message, then picked up the bedside phone again and dialed downstairs: "Set the dinner for tonight at 8 p.m." ... As night fell, a silver Gulfstream broke through the clouds, descending with a deep, resonant roar onto Beijing Capital International Airport. As the plane glided smoothly, the confident, slightly aloof young man smiled and said, "Executive of the Hunted Mage, if you don't mind, I'd like to have a little fight with Jiang Ju tonight." "The Hunter's voice was gentle: 'We won't disrupt the proceedings—feel free to relax.' Another laid-back young man shrugged: 'What's there to fight about? Jiang Ju is a descendant of a half-god, born with the ability to match the very best professionals. Last year at the exchange event, you were nearly killed by him. When the Fire Master engages, he completely loses his sense of strategy—his attacks lack precision.' The Hunter shook his head: 'Osmon obtained the Heart of the Sea last month at the Sea God's Palace. He's changed since then. On the mainland, Fire Masters typically don't rely heavily on props in combat. In terms of overall strength, Jiang Ju no longer holds the advantage. This time, Osmon is determined to redeem himself.' The light-hearted, self-assured young man chuckled: 'Executive Officer, don't reveal my secrets—once you do, it'll lose its charm.' As he spoke, the gliding aircraft gradually came to a halt. The Hunter, with his well-groomed, handsome beard and deep blue eyes, led the three young men and the officers from the Kanzo group down the gangway, guided by airport staff, and then boarded a dedicated vehicle to depart from The traffic in the capital was congested, with three luxury executive vehicles moving slowly and stopping frequently, steadily approaching the grand banquet hall reserved for hosting distinguished guests. At the same time, in Songhai's Fu Family Village. Inside Fu Qingyang's large villa, luxury cars came and went, and generations of family members—second, third, fourth—arrived in formal business attire for the evening reception.