Did he pull me out of this situation? Was Tou Tou's emotional breakdown influenced by him? Is this campus conflict being quietly orchestrated by him? Zhang Yuanqing suddenly envisioned a series of troubling scenarios. First, since the Pure Yang Master could not only initiate this conflict but also precisely identify Zhao Xin Tou's school, it clearly indicates that he has access to the members' information from the Wuhu Hotel. Who provided him with this information—could it be the chubby one? Has he betrayed the Wuhu Hotel? Might other members also be in danger, such as Xiao Yuan? Second, Zhang Yuanqing realized that he himself might now be in peril. The achievements of the Pure Yang Master in the Ten-Thousand-Mountain region were well known, and such an experienced strategist surely would have been aware of them. Yet he still dared to launch a targeted attack, which suggests the enemy has strong confidence. Zhang Yuanqing had personally examined his facial features and used the Great Luo Star Chart for predictive analysis, which indicated no danger during this journey. Only a Day-Wandering Immortal of Master Rank—capable of concealing celestial omens and obscuring star patterns—could achieve such a feat. Therefore, among the forces responsible for this attack, there must be a Without hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing had the transmission jade token appear in his palm, visualized the scene of Fu Family Village's bedroom, and snapped it in two with a crisp press. Yet nothing happened. He remained lying on the luxurious lounge chair, and at the entrance to the service area, the Pure Yang Master still stood with an eerie, otherworldly smile. The Pure Yang Master's smile was dark and mysterious, "You won't be able to leave. The entire aircraft has been isolated. This is where you'll rest—your final resting place. No one will come to save you. Do you remember the game we played that day? Would you like to play it again?" As he spoke, a translucent table materialized in the aisle of the cabin, its surface veiled in mist, with a small doll at the lower right corner, bearing the inscription: 【Start of Green Forest】. A table game item! The master-level prop that once had Zhang Yuanqing, Yin Ji, and other official saints trapped in dire straits. This artifact possesses a sealing ability—without the conclusion of a game, it cannot be removed. Now its power envelops the entire cabin, rendering both the transmission talisman and the Star-Flight Technique powerless within this enclosed space. For this is a force of master-tier strength. Zhang Yuanqing said no more, simply vanishing into the night, rolling off the luxurious chair and swiftly donning the sacrificial attire for heaven. At the same time, he summoned Yuchuan Mei and the Ghost Bride as his protectors. Yuchuan Mei materialized, immediately raising her snowy neck and emitting a sharp, wailing spirit howl; the Ghost Bride released a plague, allowing disease-causing microbes to spread silently throughout the cabin. As the howling began, a golden beam surged from behind the Master of Pure Yang, piercing through both Yuchuan Mei and the Ghost Bride. The two spiritual servants at the peak of their sixth-tier strength cried out in piercing agony, their ethereal forms rising in black smoke, their forms rapidly fading, nearing the brink of dissolution. Power of the Sun God? Zhang Yuanqing was startled and could only manifest his form, opening his mouth to swallow both Yuchuan Mei and the ghost bride, then drawing them back into his body to nourish and preserve them. A few seconds later, the two spiritual attendants faded away, their souls dissolving. While donning the posterior soil boots and completing the attire of the celestial sacrifice, he turned his gaze toward the figure behind Pure Yang's Master—a middle-aged man dressed in a pure black suit who had stepped into the corridor and now came into view. The man's face was pale, his expression gloomy—none other than the third guardian of the Night Rose. Pure Yang's Master gazed at Yuan Shi Tian Zun, chuckling with the grace of a cat playing with a mouse. "As a star official, you should be well aware that we only act when we have a well-thought-out plan. Would a single day-traveling deity be sufficient to claim your life, Yuan Shi Tian Zun?" Zhang Yuanqing looked at the two with cold composure. "I believe not." With that, he activated the suite's effects, producing a dramatic visual display. He then drew out the Five Elements Spiritual Power Experience Card and activated it. Instantly, Zhang Yuanqing's expression gradually twisted, his passion slowly overwhelming his reason. He lifted a smile even more frantic than the Pure Yang Master of the Sect: "If heaven has a path, you won't walk it—instead, you're eager to meet your end." The Pure Yang Master's sardonic smile froze on his face. Zhang Yuanqing gripped the third guardian's neck, pressing him down to the ground, "I haven't fought the Day Traveler yet. Let me see what moves the Day Traveler has in the Master Phase." He cracked a smile. "You're having it!" The five elemental forces—gold, wood, water, fire, and earth—emerged simultaneously, swirling around him to form a vortex of vibrant, interwoven colors. The third guardian's back and waist arched forward uncontrollably, as if pulled by magnetic force, his inner energies of the Yin, the Stars, and the Sun God rapidly draining, along with his vital life force. His skin quickly dried out and wrinkled, only to regain its plump, radiant texture moments later. This was the Night Traveler's powerful recuperative strength replenishing his fading vitality. A cluster of Yin energy materialized behind Zhang Yuanqing, taking the form of a woman in a palace gown, bleeding from seven orifices. As soon as she appeared, she sank down and merged with Zhang Yuanqing's body. "Ah—!" The woman emitted a sharp, piercing cry. Her form split in two from the center, like a phantom severed by The Swordmaster's passive skill: Shaking the Evil! Zhang Yuanqing, whose five elements are fully integrated within him, has no weaknesses—unless challenged by a spiritual servant of a higher rank, in which case he cannot pose a threat. Even as the three protectors are caught in a terrifying vortex, their expressions remain calm and composed. "Under the light of the sun," one of them says quietly, "all is illusion!" A blazing solar emblem appears on his forehead. A massive golden light rises from his head—intense, pure, and overpowering—transforming his demeanor from shadowed to strong and majestic, like a legendary solar war god. As this golden sun shines down, the vortex formed by the convergence of the five elements gradually dims, then fades into nothingness. This is an upgraded version of "purification," one of the sun's defining characteristics. Where the sun rises, impurities and debris vanish, and all spiritual energies are suppressed. With the vortex gone, the protector delivers a powerful blow to Zhang Yuanqing's forehead. A resonant "Duang" echoes through the cabin, like a great bell being struck. Zhang Yuanqing flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into the wall at the rear of the chamber. Though this impact should have torn a hole through the wall, the magical barriers laid out by the tabletop game props absorbed the force, mitigating the violent shock. He collapsed to the ground, feeling the Five Elements of spiritual energy within him—now dry and stagnant, heavy and lifeless, devoid of vitality. The energies of the Yin and the Stars were no different. All his abilities had been scattered and dispersed. "Interesting," Zhang Yuanqing smiled with a sly, charismatic air. "Indeed, quite formidable. I'm looking forward to the day when I become the Sun-Wandering Deity. Without any abilities, I'll still knock you flat!" He leapt up, moving swiftly across the narrow corridor in an instant, charging toward the three protectors. Even without his skills, the elemental attributes of the five professions remained intact—fire mages' agility and burst power, scouts' combat prowess and keen perception, earth monsters' defense and endurance, wood spirits' extraordinary strength and balance. Of course, his own stamina and endurance also played a vital role. Zhang Yuanqing and the third guardian engaged in close-quarters combat at the airport, their punches and kicks generating fierce gusts of wind. Occasionally, when attacks landed on the cabin floor, the gaming table props forming the magical barriers would tremble violently. "Radiant Sun" was not without cost—under this state, the guardian's spiritual servants, the shadow corpses, could no longer function, and the powers of the Moon and the Stars were also suppressed. The Sun's dominance was unwavering and impartial. He managed to withstand the searing intensity of the sovereign-level sun thanks to his own resilience, the vitality of the wood spirit, and the immortality technique of the Jade Belt of the Qing Di. Throughout this time, he also endured attacks from the tabletop game props. Yet Zhang Yuanqing grew more energized and courageous with each round—he had never experienced a battle so exhilarating and flowing. His chaotic, passionate spirit harmonized perfectly with the fiery, combative nature of the Fire Master, plunging him into a state of exhilarating frenzy. At that moment, the next round of dice concluded, and the tabletop figurine strolled cheerfully to the twenty-one spot, where a wooden cottage stood, its doorway occupied by a female witch with a pointed nose. "You have entered the witch's house and accidentally consumed her magical potion," the figure announced. "All players now feel weakened." The next instant, a profound sense of fatigue surged over him, as though infused with a calming agent—his limbs grew stiff and weak. "Crash!" Seizing the opportunity, the three protectors grabbed Zhang Yuanqing's hair and pressed him down, their knees swiftly striking his face, dislodging his teeth and leaving him bloodied and disheveled. Zhang Yuanqing tightened the muscles across his body, gathering strength for several seconds, then charged straight into the three protectors, ready to counterattack. But as he moved, he realized his internal power was rapidly draining—like a flood releasing from the reservoirs. The characteristics of the five professions were flowing out steadily. The validity period of the Five-Element Spirit Energy Experience Card had expired. His disoriented mind quickly stabilized, and the fiery, combative spirit of the Fire Master also settled down. He felt as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over him—his turbulent thoughts now calm and clear. "Why," he asked himself, "did I have to engage him in a physical fight? Why didn't I break through the barrier during the period of the Five-Element Spirit Energy Experience Card?" Zhang Yuanqing, now regaining his composure, stood stunned. He had missed the optimal moment to escape. But now was not the time for regret. He drew out his second Experience Card. "Your reserves are so abundant they're truly admirable," said the Master of Pure Yang, rejoining the corridor with a smile. "But don't you remember what I said earlier? Among us, we only step in when we're absolutely certain. We As soon as the words fell, the door to the service area swung open, revealing a figure dressed in a cloak and wearing a hood. "You have strength, but your mind is scattered," the cloaked figure said in a cold voice. "No matter how many consumables you have, you'll still be trapped in the cabin." Zhang Yuanqing's expression stiffened as he reached to activate his character card. He understood why he couldn't move—he had paid the price of mental disarray for the Five Elements Spirit Experience Card, and in the eyes of a Master-level illusionist, such disarray was as if a city wall had its gates wide open, easily manipulated. No matter how many experience cards he activated, he would be instantly controlled, his spirit excited and driven to hunt down and eliminate the enemies present. The Pure Yang Master licked his lips. "I love the look on your face—this very sense of despair is delicious... Third Monks, don't kill him. Extract his spirit body. I'll first absorb the Yin and Stellar Spirit energies within him, then refine his soul. Ah, a Level 6 spirit body will surely be a delight." He trembled with excitement. Zhang Yuanqing knew that what stirred him was the imminent acquisition of the Immortal Immortal's power. "Why has the Southern Sect allied itself with you?" Zhang Yuanqing asked in a steady tone. "Aren't you enemies?" The Master of Pure Yang chuckled with a sly smile. "You think so?" The senior monk of the Southern Sect replied coldly, "Yuchuan Mei is one of my students." Yuchuan Mei's teacher? Wasn't that the Sixth Senior Monk of the Southern Sect? Zhang Yuanqing recalled the hint from Kou Beiyue. Yet merely for this reason, the Southern Sect could not have allied with the Master of Pure Yang. The Master of Pure Yang, who needed to absorb the Night-Wandering Deity and the Illusionist to grow, was a major threat to the heart of the Void Sect. Yuchuan Mei simply didn't carry enough weight. Nevertheless, at this point, such considerations were irrelevant. Zhang Yuanqing went through all his tools and reserves, only to find himself utterly desperate—except for using the ticket from the Universal Merchant House, he had no other options. Here, at this lofty altitude of ten thousand meters, his master-level artifacts sealed him The elite items in my inventory can't pose a fatal threat to the Sovereign. To defeat him, the Night Rose has even allied with the Southern School—this combination is powerful enough to eliminate one of the official Elders. I'll have to fight them to the death, dragging them down with me. Unfortunately, I won't be able to inform Xiao Yuan; Xiao Fu is likely to defect. Just as the leader departed, I've fallen. Remember to avenge me upon my awakening. A cascade of thoughts passed through Zhang Yuanqing's mind. He sighed quietly and opened his inventory, selecting the exchange voucher. As his eyes swept across the various items, they suddenly focused on the matchbox. A bold idea formed in his mind. At that moment, he took out the matchbox, struck a match, and held it to the flame, whispering his wish: "I wish for my solo spiritual realm to materialize instantly, eliminating the countdown time."