After entering the hall, the plump young man hurried straight to the front desk, where a thin middle-aged man sat, his eyes sharp and calculating, gleaming with cunning—an obvious adversary. The young man stopped at the desk, tapped his desktop gently, and said in a steady tone, “I’d like to place a bounty!” “Ah, it’s been a while since I last saw you,” the middle-aged man remarked, studying the young man with a knowing smile. “You’ve been coming in less and less lately—what’s been keeping you busy?” The middle-aged man was the station’s manager, responsible for receiving and dispatching tasks. Any members who completed transactions at the station had to register here so that the organization could guarantee the deal. Private agreements, however, fell outside the South-based network’s oversight. “Just busy delivering food runs!” the young man grumbled. The middle-aged man blinked, taking in his appearance, momentarily unsure whether he was truly delivering food or if there was some deeper implication. “Alright,” the reserved man said, pulling out a sheet of paper and picking up a pen, ready to record the details of the bounty. The plump young man lowered his voice: "I want to keep track of the Master Yuan Shishen's movements, and also monitor the activities of the members of Wuhen Hotel." The middle-aged man's hand, gripping his pen, went stiff, and he suddenly looked up. "Are you out of your mind? Can a regular member accomplish this? Even the elders can't manage it!" The news of the Sixth Guardian's pursuit of Master Yuan Shishen had already spread throughout the southern sect, greatly inspiring the illusionists. After all, no matter how strong a master might be, under the master's dominion, everyone remains just a mere insect. The middle-aged man felt deeply regretful—this time, though Master Yuan Shishen had not been killed, the young man would surely become a nervous, timid figure, retreating under the protection of the elders at Songhai Branch, never daring to step forward. Tracking the Master Yuan Shishen's movements—such a task was simply impossible. The plump young man shook his head repeatedly: "I didn't say I want to follow Master Yuan Shishen personally. I just want you to keep an eye on him, and report to me any information you gather about him, promptly "The middle-aged man nodded then. With that, the task requirements became quite broad—gathering official information now counts as part of the surveillance work." Xiao Fat added, "The task reward is 500 yuan per day, and multiple people can accept it, but no more than five at a time. Personnel are rotated every five days; those replaced can no longer take on the task. The same applies to the task at Wuhen Hotel." The middle-aged man quickly wrote it down: "I'll upload the task, but whether it's approved depends on the elders' consent." Xiao Fat nodded in satisfaction—he had exactly what he wanted. Being noticed by the Yuanshǐ Tianzun naturally instilled a sense of unease in anyone. If he didn't show any resistance and simply settled in, calmly maintaining his composure, that would actually seem too composed. Once the man finished writing the task details, sealed it, and placed the paper into the box, Xiao Fat spoke calmly: "Has anyone recently sacrificed themselves in the organization? Has any senior leader lost a key subordinate?" Finding the senior leaders was one of his regular routines—and it never raised suspicion. "Now you're a Dream-Weaver, so there aren't many spots left for senior members..." The middle-aged man glanced sideways, then suddenly smiled lasciviously. "Yi-Chuan Mei has returned to the Spiritual Realm. The Sixth Elder needs a young attendant—would you like to give it a try?" "Get out of my way!" the plump young man exclaimed irritably. "I'd love to have the Sixth Elder's protection, but I'm not a woman. Honestly, I wonder—didn't the return of Yi-Chuan Mei deal a serious blow to the Sixth Elder? Otherwise, why would he have gone so far as to hunt down the Primordial Sovereign?" "A serious blow?" the middle-aged man scoffed. "Do you really not know how many women in the organization are willing to share the Sixth Elder's bed? Without Yi-Chuan Mei, there are countless others who could step in. It's actually the failure to defeat the Primordial Sovereign that has deeply affected the Sixth Elder. Yesterday, he just issued a beauty selection task across all outposts, aiming to pick several women to ease his frustration." The young man nodded, clearly understanding. The southern branch elders are quite reserved—they rarely meet their members in person. If the Sixth Elder wants to host a gathering, she posts an announcement at the outpost, and women place orders. Then, at a specific time, they receive the address. After going through multiple rounds of screening, they finally get to meet the Sixth Elder. Once selected, they receive substantial rewards—perhaps a sum of money, or materials, consumables, or items. For evil female characters, exchanging their bodies for compensation is truly a gift from heaven. At that moment, the sound of high heels tapping the floor arrives, and a full-bodied, graceful woman approaches the counter, smiling and asking, “I heard the Sixth Elder has issued another call for assignments, hasn’t she?” The plump man turns to look—this is a striking woman with a delicate oval face, bright eyes, vivid features, and a fiery figure. She wears a cinched, form-fitting pantsuit, a leather belt, and a fitted, waist-supported T-shirt, her ample bust accentuating her presence. The middle-aged man eyed the other with a warm, appreciative gaze. "Hm, Jinghua, the serving steward—looks like you've earned quite a bit from last time you spent the night with the Sixth Elder." The bright-eyed woman's eyes flashed with disdain and fear, and she chuckled lightly. "That money isn't easy to earn. Believe me, the investment always matches the return. Not everyone, like Yi-chuan Mei, enjoys being humiliated or treated harshly." The middle-aged man shrugged. "At least you won't face life-threatening risks. Fine, I'll submit your ID. Given the Sixth Elder's nature, someone with prior serving experience will have a better chance." She adored and worried about this little boyfriend. She loved his performance in bed—not only could he always bring her to ecstatic pleasure, but he also enjoyed saying flirty things. Each time, he'd exclaim, "Guan Ya-jie, I'll spend all my wealth just for you!" or, "I'm definitely going to infuse my life essence into you!" All of this was exactly what she wanted. Yet, she worried about his stamina—Night-Wanderer, as he was, had an unusually strong endurance. As a high-agility, high-impact scout, his stamina and recovery capabilities were quite ordinary. A boyfriend with exceptional recovery power, however, was truly a headache. Zhang Yuanqing paid no attention to Guan Ya's requests to stop, and in fact, he was full of confidence—until the sharp ring of the phone cut him off. "I'll take this call," he said, stepping out of Guan Ya's arms and grabbing her bedside phone. Seeing a series of unfamiliar numbers, his expression grew serious as he answered. "It's me!" came the slightly lowered voice of the stocky man on the other end. "Just saying." "The Sixth Elder has recently been holding an internal beauty contest within the organization. There's a Dream-Weaver named 'Jinghua' who has previously served the Sixth Elder. Given the Sixth Elder's cautious nature, it's more likely that he would choose someone he knows well. However, I don't know where this 'Jinghua' attendant resides. I've just returned to the Southern Sect, and the Grand Elder will certainly take notice of me—this is as far as I can currently reach." The plump man added, "But you might want to discuss this with Yuchuan Mei." Yuchuan Mei is a senior Saint of the Southern Sect and also the Sixth Elder's bedmate; she would surely know more. "I understand. Your task is temporarily complete—just stay hidden." Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone and looked at Guan Ya, who was curled up in her thin blanket. "I'll handle a few matters—would you like to rest first?" Guan Ya nodded quickly, in a flurry of small movements. After dressing, Zhang Yuanqing star-darted to the villa's rooftop, placing the Great Luo Star Disk before him and summoning Yuchuan Mei, then asked, "Do you know the "Yi Chuan Mei smiled gently, her beautiful face revealing a venomous grace like that of a cobras," "Is the master about to take action against this little wretch?" Zhang Yuanqing gathered the power of the Sun God, transforming it into a long whip and struck it with a crisp crack, speaking coldly, "As a lowly slave, you are only required to answer the master's questions—not to ask them." Yi Chuan Mei screamed, her ethereal form collapsing softly to the ground, though she suffered the painful lashes, she appeared to enjoy the agony with a sickly delight, gasping, "Yes, yes..." Truly bizarre... Zhang Yuanqing murmured to himself. He found himself gradually being infected by Yi Chuan Mei, developing a fondness for domination—such as always fondling the backside of Guan Ya—only recently having abandoned this habit after being pressured by the elder stewardess. After a moment of breathing deeply, Yi Chuan Mei finally steadied herself and said, "Since my physical body perished in the spiritual realm and I became the master's slave, the Southern Sect has made corresponding adjustments. While the dream outpost remains unchanged, all members I am familiar with have been relocated, including the Sixth Elder "I don't know where this lowly woman, Jinghua, resides—she should be in Jiangnan Province. I can provide you with her height, three-figure measurements, her true appearance, markings on her more private body areas, as well as her personality and preferences. With these details, you'll be able to roughly pinpoint the city where she lives." Zhang Yuanqing frowned immediately. How is this any different from locating the King of Pluto? Even the King of Pluto has the professional cost of his slumber as a clue—yet the Dream Master can not only change her appearance but also traverse dreams, making her even harder to trace. And even the King of Pluto took me several days to narrow down—how could I possibly locate a hidden Dream Master within a city in such a short time? If I miss this opportunity, my plan to retaliate against the Southern School will be delayed for a long time, and the longer it drags on, the less effective the 'warning through example' effect will become. Zhang Yuanqing reviewed his current resources and thought of a solution. He could leverage the wish-fulfilling power of the matchbox. Directly locating the position of "Jinghua" does not appear, which exceeds my capability and contradicts the limitation mentioned in Note 1—namely, that I cannot directly resolve difficulties that surpass my own capacity. However, I can wish for an enhancement of the stargazing effect, making the positioning more precise... Zhang Yuanqing opened his inventory, retrieved a matchbox, and pulled out a match. He struck it, watched the large flame burn steadily, and spoke softly: "I wish that my subsequent stargazing predictions will be more accurate and precise." Stargazing and prediction are his core skill, not something beyond his capacity; his wish is not to directly locate Jinghua. The flame surged brightly and instantly consumed the matchstick, fulfilling his wish. Then, Zhang Yuanqing fetched paper and asked Yuchuan Mei to write down the key characteristics of Jinghua's role, along with a sketch. As he read through the descriptions, he noticed one detail: there is a "green serpent" tattoo on her lower back and inner thighs. Yi Chuan Mei knew so clearly, it seemed she had once served the Sixth Elder together. Zhang Yuanqing lifted his head, opened his star-like eyes, and began to deduce based on the available information. A few minutes later, a panoramic view flashed into his mind—a bird's-eye view of a residential district, briefly appearing. Was Jinghua living within that neighborhood? Zhang Yuanqing ended his stargazing and fell into thoughtful reflection. Even with the advantage of the matchbox wish, locating just one residential district was already a feat; the district was substantial, housing thousands of households—successfully pinpointing a single illusionist without a sound or trace would be no easy task. Zhang Yuanqing immediately summoned Yi Chuan Mei, shared his findings with her, and then asked, "What do you think?" Yi Chuan Mei sat gracefully at his side, respectful and attentive. "Illusionists also need to work and live. Southern branch members periodically change their appearances, relocate, and switch jobs. However, before making such changes, they maintain a consistent face. They certainly can't change their face every time they go to work." "If we know what kind of face she's wearing now, we can lock her down." After hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing felt his plan taking shape. He returned to Yuchuan Mei and dialed the fat young man's phone. "Can you draw?" "You're far too generous in your expectations," the young man replied honestly, adding, "But I can recall her appearance through dreams. As long as you join me in dreaming, you'll be able to see her." Not much talent—then skills will have to step in, Zhang Yuanqing thought. He hung up, took one more star-gazing observation to ensure safety, and sent a message: "Send me the scenery around you." Though puzzled, the young man complied and sent a photo of the bathroom. ...Well, if you insist on sending this, then don't regret it! Zhang Yuanqing struck a match, made a wish for a jade talisman of transmission, then snapped it in two with a crisp sound. The next moment, he appeared in the narrow bathroom, with the sink beside him and Liang Chen squatting on the toilet in front of him. Their eyes met—Li Chang's gaze was stunned, his mouth slowly opening. Could he really teleport? Had he just materialized like that? Zhang Yuanqing coldly studied him for a few moments. "The smell's a bit strong. Try eating more vegetables and less meat. I'll wait for you outside." "...Yes," said the young man, his face solemn. Zhang Yuanqing waited in the living room for a while, and then the sound of the toilet flushing echoed from the bathroom. Li Chang emerged, holding his pants, and asked, "Shall we go to the bedroom or the living room?" "The living room," Zhang Yuanqing replied. They sat down on the living room sofa. Zhang Yuanqing then sent Yuchuan Mei and the ghost bride to guard the threshold, and, with Li Chang's help, entered the dream. In a hazy state, he found himself in a broad hall. The hall was bustling with activity, featuring scattered stalls and cozy corner seating. At the front desk, he spotted the plump man, accompanied by a vibrant woman with a round, graceful face. The dream ended instantly. Zhang Yuanqing awoke and, upon seeing Jinghua's appearance, could now finalize his plan. — First, he would use a low-level shadow corpse to make his third wish, securing the Jade Scroll of Transmission to journey to Jinghua's residential complex. Then, he would take control of the property management and obtain backup footage from the building's surveillance system, transmitting Jinghua's appearance to Li Chunfeng. Li would then use technical means to identify Jinghua within the surveillance backups. By reviewing the footage, he could determine exactly which building and floor Jinghua lived on. — Xinghui Flower Garden. Room 1012, Building 6. She was wearing a stylish lingerie set, lounging on a soft sand bed in her bedroom, one finger holding a cigarette, the other gripping her phone, actively switching between the company group chat and the southern-style small groups. She has full, ample breasts, toned long legs, and a rounded buttocks. The way she lets her hair flow freely while smoking carries a certain mature, relaxed charm. Mirror-Hua is a woman exceptionally skilled at leveraging her physical assets. While the Lingjing realm limits the use of skills to generate illicit gains, it does not restrict Lingjing practitioners from using their beauty as a tool. Each time she changes companies, she successfully courts the CEOs, who become utterly devoted to her, eager to please and give her everything she desires. Her wardrobe consists of premium lingerie, and her furniture is always high-end luxury—she never brings it with her when she moves; instead, she sells it online or kindly leaves it to her landlords. For her, amounts in the hundreds of thousands or even millions no longer matter. As a Master of Dreams, her required materials and tools are in the millions. Fortunately, beauty remains a valuable asset among Lingjing practitioners, though it's not as effortless as it is for ordinary people. She still remembers the miserable state she endured after attending to the Sixth Elder—she vomited and had diarrhea, and couldn't get out of bed for three days. "Shortly, we'll enter the Spiritual Realm. I must borrow, or even request, a protective item of Saint-tier quality from the Sixth Elder—something even if it's just on loan." Miru frequently glanced at her phone, eagerly awaiting the Sixth Elder's call. Suddenly, Miru noticed a streak of starlight rising from the bedroom, and a handsome young man stepped out of the light.