Love sweets and manga? Is this really a joke? If I make a mistake, I'll be impaled by the marshal with a single sword... Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment, then immediately downloaded numerous highly adorable anime character images, ranging from the classic yellow electric mouse from earlier years to the recently popular "Gourd King." Interwoven among them were images of "the little girl aiming a gun," "blood cells personified," and "a wandering black cat." After hesitating for a few seconds, he decided to send them. Sending pictures without any words—this is a current social trend. The marshal won't think, "Wow, Marshal Yuan Shi Tian Zun thinks I love manga"—something only children would find charming. No matter how skilled the scouts are, they can't peer into your inner thoughts through the screen. Once the images were sent, Zhang Yuanqing waited and waited, perhaps for about twenty minutes, and then heard a gentle "ding." He promptly checked his messages. [Marshal: Anything going on? You've got quite a few emoji messages. Zhang Yuanqing felt a surge of joy—being able to say the second half of the sentence meant the Marshal was in a good mood. Cold, formal "There's something," on the other hand, would have been truly disappointing. He quickly refined his thoughts and wording in his mind. The Marshal deeply appreciated humble bows and genuflections, and both the Fu siblings shared that quality, though they couldn't perform them over the phone, and the effect would be significantly diminished—cartoons and pastries would certainly fall short. As his thoughts flowed, he finalized his message and sent it: After sending two lengthy, elaborate messages, he added a cheerful, innocent expression card featuring a little electric mouse. He had been a bit over-the-top—given General Yuanqing’s wisdom, he likely sensed that he was subtly asking her for favors. In principle, a sincere, straightforward request would more effectively build goodwill. But if he wanted to make such requests frequently in the future, he’d need to keep up the flair, the more flamboyant the better… Zhang Yuanqing thought. A sincere, earnest appeal, honoring Fu Qingyang’s face, would surely win Fu Qingxuan’s agreement. However, if he kept making such requests one after another, it would make the General feel as though he were constantly being “picked off”—that the Yuan Shi Tian Zun was simply overburdened with trivial matters. On the other hand, if he adopted this more exaggerated, adoring approach, the dynamic would shift entirely. By offering her emotional value, she’d feel that he was genuinely invested in her well-being. Even small tasks would then seem like acts of generosity, not just obligations. She’d perceive him not merely as someone being “picked off,” but as someone willingly extending support—someone who was truly giving. After a few such instances, Fu Qingyang has been helping him again and again because Master Yuanshishen is my backer. He's so devoted to me—I have a responsibility toward him. If I don't help him, the heroes of the world will mock me, Fu Qingyang, for not even being able to protect my own backer. Then who would ever want to work with me in the future? I, Gong Zhen, also value my reputation. [Marshal: Stop talking nonsense—just get to the point. What's going on?] You'll come to appreciate this kind of talk one day... Zhang Yuanqing types: [Master Yuanshishen: Indeed, I'm operating under cover in the Eight Prefectures, working on a mission...] He has detailed the entire process of how he eliminated the spiritual energy base and clashed with the Qinghe Division over the issue of recovered funds, telling Fu Qingxuan in full. [Marshal: Simple. I'll send an email to the Qinghe Division, informing them that you're one of mine, working under my direction. They won't trouble you anymore.] [Master Yuanshishen: What if they still trouble me?] [Marshal: Then I'll personally summon them— Master Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun: You are electricity, you are light, you are the sole myth! Zhang Yuan Qing exits the chat app contentedly, turns to the three beautiful women on his left, and smiles with satisfaction. "The matter is settled—Qinghe Branch won't bother me anymore." Shi Lingxi, who had been initially concerned, now beams with joy. "You asked Fu Qingyang for help, didn't you? No, actually, Qinghe Branch has powerhouses who rival half-gods. No matter how strong Qian Gong's influence is, Qinghe Clan won't bow to him—indeed, they might not even respect their own Ten Elders." She has a half-god ancestor at home and fully understands just how formidable such a force can be. Zhang Yuan Qing smiles gently. "I directly sent a message to the Marshal. She owes me a personal favor, and she truly admires me—she believes I possess greater potential than the Demon King and is more likely to become a half-god." "Among the younger generation, if anyone rises to become a half-god, I believe it will be me. Therefore, she is eager to build a strong and stable relationship with me, and the most efficient way to achieve that is to bestow favors upon me." The Queen suddenly realized, full of admiration: "Lord, you've already earned the admiration of the Marshal so deeply." My judgment truly is excellent. "Brother, I'm Jiu-Tou-Yu-Ming from the Xi-Ni branch. Today I'm here with Minister Yan-Su to handle some business." Jiu-Tou-Yu-Ming replied with due respect. How could the powerful position of Deputy Director of the Investigation Department end up in the hands of the Director of the Poppy Department? This is a role overseeing the clan's laws—something that demands a true leader. Therefore, on the territory of the Qinghe Branch, when this woman decides someone must die, it's no empty threat; she possesses both the strength and the foundation. After her outburst, the woman spoke in a thick, steady voice: "Arrange him properly. If anything happens to him, I'll handle you as well. Wait at the hotel—I'll have my uncle, the Director of the Investigation Department, come over to deal with that so-called Dao Zhuzi." The "uncle" she mentioned is the actual head of the Investigation Department, a true ruler. "Yes, yes!" Even through the phone, the person raising their head bowed and nodded with reverence. The woman on the other end hung up. The car continued on its way, taking another fifteen minutes to reach the hotel. This is one of the few five-star hotels in Nanning City—though in reality, it's only four-star rated, and a bit far from the Nanning branch. There are actually several affordable inns nearby the Security Bureau, but the Opium Minister is unwilling to compromise. Since joining the Wu Xing Alliance, the Qinghe clan has grown significantly. Back then, they were just rural villagers, doing whatever grunt work was needed—guarding the elders, mining, collecting high-interest loans, transporting white flour, and handling all sorts of backbreaking tasks. In the 1980s and 1990s, the two major problems in the Ba Gui Province were the Spiritual Energy Association and the Qinghe Clan. Later, with the main force of the Central Court pressuring the Qinghe clan’s elders, the entire clan came under the imperial banner, securing annual funding of several to over ten billion yuan, and quickly transformed into a prosperous family. Now, accustomed to a life of comfort, those once-ordinary members—Zhao Tiezhu and Niu Cuihua—have begun to talk about vision and grandeur, living the kind of life enjoyed by Stephen, Vincent, and Elon Musk. Above During the elevator's ascent, the Lushifan spoke softly: "Master Sanqing is a senior steward of Songhai. A figure of this stature is surely valued by the headquarters—should we notify Songhai's branch?" Compared to the "He Who Looks Up and Sees the Deity" whose spine had long been bowed under the weight of Qinghe's branch, this young steward leaned more toward the Wuxing Alliance. "A senior steward, after all—how could he be any more significant than the entire Qinghe branch? Besides, this matter has nothing to do with us. We're here to mediate. If mediation fails, what does that matter to us? What benefit do we gain by getting involved? Whether it's Songhai or Qinghe, a single exhalation from either side could bury us." The "He Who Looks Up and Sees the Deity" glanced at the dazed, vacant Pansu and remarked, "He's obsessed with money! Don't be fooled by the serious expressions of these Qinghe clan members—they were all humble farmers just twenty or thirty years ago, mere upstarts now. They were once poor enough to be treated like dogs, and only now have they developed such a strong attachment to money The Xiangsi Powder remained silent, gazing at her feet and then at her heart. The two of them stepped out of the elevator, returned to the room, and laid the dazed, bewildered Minister of Poppy on the bed. At that moment, the phone in the hands of Ju Tou You Shen rang—called by the woman. "She's not rational at all—women are emotional creatures, and after years of being capricious and demanding, do you expect her to weigh the pros and cons?" The celestial being raised her head and shook her head in agreement. "Something must have happened—a major event that has finally subdued her temper." With that, the two exchanged a glance and suddenly had a bold hunch. "That Dao Master, the one who has been handling the affairs of the Three Pure Ones…" The river snail rice noodle dish looked utterly startled, "She's right—she's right. She truly needs to stay out of it." The celestial being murmured, "But where does this all come from, exactly?" After careful consideration, he realized there were too many shadow corpses and too few spiritual servants. The ghost bride and the little comic character needed to be upgraded. Zhang Yuanqing planned to transform the sixth-level spirit ghost into nourishment, feeding it to the little comic character and Bai Lan. With the little comic character successfully breaking through to the Saint level, and Bai Lan already at the peak of the fourth level, she should be able to reach the initial stage of the sixth level. In fact, directly refining the spirit ghost into a spiritual servant would have been more efficient—what he was doing now was like undoing his pants while already standing up, an unnecessary effort. However, he had grown accustomed to relying on Bai Lan and the little comic character, and now the ghost bride seemed to be falling behind, with the fourth-level peak servants serving only as expendable support. Bai Lan herself seemed to have become aware of this issue, gradually stopping calling him "my husband" and quietly waiting to be abandoned. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had an idea—he knew he couldn't simply discard the ghost bride, even though he barely slept with her; he had long maintained a deep spiritual connection with her. So he decided to have her absorb the sixth-level spirit ghost. But absorbing a spirit As the final line of spiritual scrolls was inscribed, the power of the Yin celestial force suddenly flowed seamlessly, connecting and intertwining. Zhang Yuanqing felt a vast, formidable energy pulsing throughout the room. He immediately raised his hand, and a black-and-red wooden box soared from the corner, landing in his hands. Using his ability to manipulate objects, he guided it into the array. Then, he summoned Xiao Doubi and Bai Lan. Amid the spreading阴 qi, a woman dressed in a vibrant red bridal gown appeared, cradling a round, endearing infant. "Master!" the ghost bride bowed gracefully, standing respectfully beside him. Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly and smiled, saying, "Wife, I've prepared a gift for you."