Across the various branches of the Wu Xing Alliance, legends of the Yuan Shi Tian Zun are widely circulated—short in duration yet vivid and compelling, making them a topic of constant discussion. However, few truly grasp the extent of his strength. Among the many tales, he stands out most notably for his exceptional prowess in conquering dungeon instances and his remarkable pace of level-up, with combat power being secondary. Everyone knows that Yin Shi Ling Pu requires time to accumulate and that the Ye You Shen has three distinct paths—day, moon, and star—so even with a swift upgrade, seasoned practitioners who have dedicated years to mastering a specific power will inevitably surpass him. Thus, when Osmon challenged the Yuan Shi Tian Zun, the attitudes of the grassroots members on the Wu Xing Alliance forums were simply: "Thirty years of river east, thirty years west—just wait until the end of the year. By then, the Tian Zun will have established his dominance, relying on sheer level advantage." But today, the Yuan Shi Tian Zun has reshaped the perceptions of Qing He and Nan Ming branches, demonstrating combat power that now decisively surpasses even the seasoned six-tier peak-level practitioners. He has achieved a decisive victory by single-handedly defeating three peak Most astonishing of all, he never personally intervened throughout the entire battle. Instead, relying solely on the synergy between props and the spectral corpses, and using the celestial observation techniques to predict outcomes, he operated like a master strategist—his presence radiating supreme prestige! After a brief silence, the wood spirits of the Qinghe clan, perched high on the tree branches, erupted into a wave of sound—unstructured, pure expressions of awe and emotional release. Yunmeng gasped softly, eager to sing the Qinghe clan's mountain songs to the Yuan Shi Tianzun; her eyes sparkled with wonder, as if she had discovered a rare treasure. "What on earth is this oddity?" Wu Youhua muttered, frowning. "There are simply too many props." The clan chief, Wu Agui, added with a point to make. "Once one reaches the stage of Sovereign, such tactics no longer suffice." Props at the Sovereign level are rare—extremely so. Even seasoned Sovereigns typically possess no more than three, and these are usually of ordinary quality. Wu Youhua said firmly, "The abundance of props has inflated his combat strength far beyond what's reasonable. Yet he's only been a Lingjing Xingzhe "It's only been six months... Once this night's battle makes it back to headquarters, those ten old fellows will be sitting on their hands. The evil organization will surely be just as restless. After all, what's a tool if not part of one's strength? Human evolution has always been the history of weapon innovation. Deep in the dense woods, the Pursuer of Toxins heard one of his "brothers" murmuring, "Well, all for nothing—no need for my help at all." I'm just as useless, he muttered, pressing the headset and turning on the receiver. The channel was quiet, save for his heavy breathing and occasional murmurs of "Whoa," "This can't be happening." The field team from Nanming Branch has been utterly shaken. They're still reeling. Zhang Yuanqing controlled the Greedy General, picked up the Yin-Yang Rotating Disk from the ground, adjusted the pointer to the white side, and dissolved the protective barrier covering a forty-meter radius. The Three Saints of Heavenly Judgment must not die—though there was conflict, the nature of the confrontation was fundamentally different. Anyway, the three had lost face, and Zhang Yuancheng still hoped they would endure further humiliation upon waking. Yet, their lives could be spared, but their spoils could not. While the Princess of the Halt-Death Palace was desperately obstructing the hunters, the greedy general swiftly bent down and snatched the Ocean's Heart from Osmon's neck, the lightning mark on his brow. He then took the knightly longsword from Xia Zhao and the assembled puppet, and finally, the enchanting perfume from Huo Fo. On the other hand, Zhang Yuancheng stepped steadily into the region sealed by the black cross. The Yin-Sun and stellar energies within him instantly froze, becoming immobile. The imprints of the Yin Corps and the Spirit Servants in his consciousness turned gray and pale. As the Yin Corps and Spirit Servants were extensions of his transcendent powers, they lost connection the moment he entered this area—he had to come in person. Though his transcendent powers were now sealed, he remained a normal human. Approaching the cross, he knelt, embraced the half-meter-long black cross, and strained upright. "Pffft—" The cross was forcibly pulled free, dragging with it a soft, muddy black soil. Zhang Yuanqing stored the cross in the inventory, then without the slightest pause, retrieved the little red hat and secured the bound King of the Underworld. With remarkable speed, he packed the shade corpse and the spirit servants into the little red hat. By the time he finished, a fierce wind roared overhead, knocking him off balance. The hunter-mage arrived. For a brief moment, he managed to break free from the entanglement of the Master of the Stop-Death Palace, surging forward like a hypersonic fighter jet. The Executive Officer's pale blue eyes burned with fury, his expression stern and cold, as if he were a mythic deity destined to bring about the end of the world. Indeed, he was eager to utterly destroy Yuan Shi Tianzun; his rage was so intense that it nearly overwhelmed his reason. Three subordinates had been defeated by Yuan Shi Tianzun, and as a superior, he could not accept such a defeat. "You won't make it!" the hunter-mage's voice thundered, "You won't escape my sight!" "As an aerial specialist among the spiritual realm's travelers, no one can escape his pursuit. His Sky-Eye and airflow sensitivity allow him to detect nocturnal deities, while his sustained high-speed flight effectively counters star-darting techniques. Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun cannot evade him. The Master of Zhǐ Shā Palace is covered in blood, trailing behind on red silk, but her speed clearly cannot match that of a fighter jet. Gales surge forth, causing plants across the hills and valleys to sway wildly, as if sea grasses tossed in a storm. Wood spirits perched on tree branches fall from their posts, startled and gazing upward—overlooked, however, is the fact that the true turning point of this battle lies not in the clash between the sages, but in the Sovereign. "Grandpa, Grandpa!" Yun Meng called out, "Help him!" Facing the oncoming gale, Zhang Yuanqing stood firm, raised his hand, and smiled: "Executive Officer, think of how to recover the items—we'll meet again." With a firm press of his fingers, he snapped the transmission jade token in his palm with a crisp sound. The Hunter-Mage materialized as a streak, shattering Zhang Yuanqing's body—yet it was only a fleeting image. He simply vanished before everyone's eyes. "Teleportation?" The Hunter-Mage's face instantly turned stern. Did the Prime Immortal even possess a teleportation device? How could he have acquired the equipment typically associated with the Void occupation? As his thoughts raced, he turned to the celestial musician floating above—now that the Prime Immortal had escaped, the temple remained. The冥King and his three subordinates' equipment had become the enemy's spoils, and so too did he need spoils of his own. Such as this celestial musician. Zhishi Palace Master chuckled warmly. "Executive Officer, think carefully about how to recover your equipment. We'll meet again." With that, she extracted a scroll from her sleeve, and with a gentle flick, it burst into a brilliant white light. The scroll then contracted, drawing the red-dressed woman with it down to the size of a grain of rice, and she faded into nothingness. Another teleportation device? When did the teleportation items from the Void Professions become affordable coffee—something anyone can easily buy? The Demon Hunter’s facial muscles trembled violently, his beard twitching with the strain, his surrounding air turbulent, mirroring the turmoil within him. At a distance, the Pursuer pressed a hand to his earpiece, “Retreat….” Yunmeng in the forest exhaled in relief, “Grandpa, you’re not needed anymore.” … Songhai, Fu Family Villa. Zhang Yuanqing appeared in Guan Ya’s room, sinking wearily to the floor, “Whoa, I thought the Sovereign was going to wipe me out—thank goodness the teleportation jade symbol didn’t delay…” He took a few deep breaths, pushing the image of the Demon Hunter nearly pressed against him from his mind, calming his lingering anxiety. Then he began assessing the outcomes of the fight and the follow-up arrangements. First, the fate of the King of the Underworld—this matter could no longer be concealed. Now, the question remained: should the King be entrusted to the Five-Element Alliance or the Goddess Association? That would require careful negotiation and strategic consideration. If I present the Five Elements Alliance's case, I'll be able to settle the matter of my fight with the Heaven's Punishment members today. Osmon has been overly assertive, and there's been mounting pressure throughout the official ranks. Now that I've defeated him, if the Five Elements Alliance imposes penalties on me, the frontline staff will surely revolt. If I sell the Underworld King to the Goddess Association, the Five Elements Alliance will still protect me, but their support won't be wholehearted—they'll likely demand I return the equipment belonging to Osmon and his two companions to resolve the tensions. First, I'll have Anne reach out to the Goddess Association and gather their feedback. Second, there are key assets revealed during this battle: the disguise ring remained unused, and the transformation of appearance relies entirely on Yuchuan Mei's abilities. However, the Yin-Yang Disk and the Transportation Seal present complications. The Yin-Yang Disk is manageable—Fu Qingyang acquired it through a contract with the mechanical weapons division, a matter both sides have quietly agreed upon. The real challenge lies with the Transportation Seal. Just as the Magus Heir has emerged, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign has already used it. What will the seasoned officials at the headquarters I can pass the pot off to the president and say that the consumables I purchased came from him—headquarters will then know that I have a connection with him. As he thought rapidly, he dialed Anne's phone. The phone rang for two seconds before Anne answered, speaking with a tense, eager tone: "Master Yuan-Shi?" They were still on standby at the scenic spot deep in the mountain range. "Medusa is secured, but things have now reached an irreversible point," Zhang Yuanqing briefly outlined to Anne the course of the battle between the two parties. On the other end, there was a long silence, Anne's breathing growing heavier and more labored. After a while, she finally processed the information and murmured, "You personally defeated Osmon, Hoover, and Shazuo?" Huh, you've completely missed the point—what's the point, isn't it, that things can no longer be hidden? What are the plans of the Goddess Association now? Zhang Yuanqing mentally chided himself, yet on the surface remained composed and smiled, "Defeating them wasn't even a challenge?" "Annie trembled, saying, 'I apologize for my earlier dismissal. You are a true genius surpassing even the Mage King—definitely someone the Chairman will favor.' But honestly, I don't want her to cross oceans just to sleep with me..." Zhang Yuanqing said, "Contact the Goddess of Beauty Association." "Understood!" Annie replied with respectful tone. The storm is his breath, the sea nymphs his people, and the horses his devoted followers. No sea nymph can defy the power of Poseidon in the ocean—this is the rule. [Note 1: Only sea nymphs can use it.] [Note 2: Poseidon is a proud and arrogant deity.] Indeed, a rule-based artifact that holds absolute dominion over the ocean... Zhang Yuanqing sighed with a touch of regret, lamenting that only sea nymphs could wield it. Hmm. If I were to kill Osmon and transform him into a shade, wouldn't then be able to command this rule-based artifact? Then, across the four oceans, I would reign supreme, the most wave-rousing of all! "This artifact may not stay with us long. We should find a good buyer for it." Zhang Yuanqing folded the Ocean Heart and took up instead the puppet whose limbs were misplaced. 【Name: The Unbalanced Doll】 【Type: Doll】 【Function: Perceives Disruption】 【Description: After a certain disordered individual began drinking heavily and frequently defecating while standing on his head, his spouse finally grew weary and crafted this doll. Every time the disordered individual became intoxicated and defecated upside down, his spouse would use the doll to impair his sense of touch in his feet, thereby helping him overcome this habit.】 【Note: After half a month, the spouse herself began to develop the habit of defecating while standing on her head.】 ??? Zhang Yuanqing's mind flashed with a series of question marks. "Is the cost of using this item to gradually adopt the habit of defecating while standing on one's head? Wow, no surprise—what a truly villainous profession. This isn't much better than simply liking pig tails." Zhang Yuanqing reluctantly stored the item away, then proceeded to examine the attributes of the Knight's Straight Sword and the Enchanting Perfume. The knight's straight sword is an exceptional Saint-level item, enhancing the skills of knights and judges. For Xia Zhao, it is a divine artifact; for other classes, however, it offers little value. 】 【Note 1: Charge for two hours, then use for ten minutes.】 【Note 2: When you shout, "Let thunder shatter the darkness," pay close attention to your temper.】 This auxiliary item enhances attack power and features self-charging functionality. It can be used for only ten minutes at a time before requiring a two-hour recharge—Zhang Yuanqing particularly enjoys this gadget. It's much like a red buff, with a light cost and significant damage boost. He quickly consults with the senior leader to discuss how to handle the aftermath. After reviewing all the items, he rushes out of the villa, crosses the black thorny fence, and arrives at the second-floor study. "Boss, boss! I've made a mess!" Zhang Yuanqing pushes open the large, solid wooden doors with force. Inside, Fu Qingyang is seated on the sofa in the lounge, holding a cigar, enjoying the quiet evening. The cigar burns evenly, with no ash falling from the half-smoked, pale-gray stem—any cigar enthusiast would surely praise this as a well-executed smoke. When Zhang Yuanqing burst in, Fu Qingyang was momentarily stunned. "How did you come back?" "I encountered a divine punishment in Beigui Province and fought a battle with them. Osmon, Hoover, and Xia Zhao—unfairly ungentlemanly—they surrounded and attacked me." Zhang Yuanqing lowered his head, gritting his teeth. A picture of someone who had suffered indignities abroad and now came back to complain to his superior. Fu Qingyang understood immediately and said, "The King of the Underworld was taken by the divine punishment, and you were humiliated by Osmon as well? Then it stands. I never really supported your involvement." He then offered reassurance: "Defeating all three is indeed a stretch. Even at my Saint level, I wouldn't have a sure victory against any of them—perhaps a fifty-fifty chance. If you can't bear this, just wait for them to return. I'll arrange a meeting for you, giving you a chance to settle your score." "Oh, you can only manage a fifty-fifty, boss," Zhang Yuanqing lifted his head with a proud smile. "But I've already knocked them all out." Fu Qingyang's cigar ashes fell