Stellar light? Star Evocation! I've been noticed by the Taimei Sect? Why? I've always been low-key—this doesn't make sense... Mirror Flower's pupils constrict sharply upon recognizing the opponent's technique. Without hesitation, she lifts her head and emits a piercing cry, launching a mental assault. Instead of checking whether the opponent has been harmed, she immediately activates Dream Translocation, intent on fleeing the scene. The close-combat prowess of a Dreamweaver is among the weakest across all professions, excelling only among peers at the same level of scholar or musician. Facing the sudden arrival of a Star Official, leveraging the Dream Translocation to gain distance is a sound strategy. Now, whether to subtly guide the opponent's emotions or draw them into the dream realm—those decisions will unfold based on the evolving situation. This is a residential apartment complex, offering numerous accessible dreamscapes. In Mirror Flower's vision, a multitude of vivid, fantastical dreamscapes unfold. She casually selects one, and her form instantly becomes translucent, about to vanish... yet the very next moment, those fantastical dreamscapes dissipate like foam, and Mirror Flower's body transitions from ethereal to solid. Her attempt to weave through dreams failed, as a higher-ranked Dream-Master "dispersed" the surrounding visions, blocking her path. Minghua's face paled—she was accustomed to any kind of attack, but couldn't comprehend how a Star-Official could suppress her within the domain of a Dream-Master. It was as if a Fire-Engineer discovered a Star-Official who, despite being skilled in strategy, was even more impulsive, reckless, and volatile than himself. Failing to weave through dreams, Minghua immediately launched into a sustained scream, tearing open her throat, while simultaneously drawing a vine and rushing toward the window. Mental pressure could slow down the enemy, while the vine ensured she wouldn't be injured as she swayed between buildings. Yet, as she took her first steps, a sudden coolness washed over her back, and then she froze in place. She had been possessed. A cold, gentle laughter echoed in her ears—familiar in its resonance—transforming her trembling, fearful expression into one of despair. "Yi-chuan, beautiful..." She recognized the essence of the other's soul, her eyes struggling to tilt toward the unfamiliar constellation on the wall, "The Primordial, the Celestial Sovereign of Origin?!" "Ah, this very sense of despair—delicious," Yi-chuan smiled softly, hovering behind her. "Little wretch, I've wanted to kill you for ages. How could you possibly compete with me for favor? The way you pouted before the Sixth Elder—how utterly revolting! Your hesitant manner, your noble intentions—they all make me gag." "Be silent!" Zhang Yuanqing cut in coldly. Yi-chuan immediately smoothed her expression, now looking like a humble servant, "Master, please let me continue to scold you a bit more." If I keep going, I'll have to relearn and redefine all those words. Zhang Yuanqing grumbled, her face stern as she repeated, "Be silent!" Then, she drew forth the Sword of Form and Essence, fifty centimeters long—half white, half black. With a gentle shake of his wrist, the black face fades and the white paint spreads, transforming the horizontal blade into a pure, snowy white. Zhang Yuanqing showed no mercy toward this evil occupation. He grasped the blade and stepped forward, driving the tip into the heavy, desperate chest of Jing Hua. The white blade absorbed the blood rich in spiritual essence from the thorax like a sponge, and Jing Hua's delicate body withered visibly at a rapid pace. Jing Hua's eyes widened instantly, her pupils trembling, and within seconds, her gaze lost all luster. Zhang Yuanqing's dark eyes filled with the lingering spirit of the body, which he then drank down in one go. By using the white blade to kill, he aimed to preserve the spirit and gather intelligence. The cost of this method was that the blade, which normally consumed both form and spirit, only drank blood today and did not devour the soul. Before midnight, he would need to find a living soul to nourish it. At that time, he could simply seek out a few pet dogs. Zhang Yuanqing closed his eyes and began to read the memories of the spirit. In less than a minute, he absorbed the spirit, retrieved the other's fragmented memories—and indeed, aside from the people from Wuhu Hotel, eleven out of every ten evil professionals in the world should be dead. This woman's life could be summed up in one phrase: "materialism runs rampant." Driven by her material desires, she has done countless wrongs, shattered numerous families, and driven many successful men, deeply enamored with beauty, to their deaths. Men are mere clay, destined only to nourish her! This is Mirhua's life creed. Zhang Yuanqing sheathed his blade of complete form and spirit, swallowed Yi-chuan Mei, drew out the Little Red Hat, placed Mirhua's body into the hat's space, and instructed Princess Yin Yao to transform her into a shade corpse. Just as he finished these tasks, he heard the pleasant, clear ring of his phone. Mirhua's phone on the floor began to ring, the caller an unfamiliar number—was it a junk call, a spam, or a call from the Sixth Elder, Pua? Zhang Yuanqing raised an eyebrow, donned the perfect human skin, and transformed into a graceful, egg-shaped beauty with a forward-curving bust and a rounded back. It Transforming into a beautiful woman to approach a powerful evil force—this plot sounds familiar, ah yes, the former owner of the perfect human skin used exactly this strategy to gain access to a crime boss, only to end up covered in sweat for sixty minutes… Pfft, pfft, what a pity. What’s the point of thinking about all this? Zhang Yuanqing spat out, then picked up the phone. On the other end of the phone, the Sixth Elder spoke coldly, "Send me your address. At ten tonight, someone will come to pick you up!" A surge of excitement flooded Zhang Yuanqing's heart, and he couldn't help but tense up, speaking eagerly, "Thank you, Sixth Elder. Thank you, Sixth Elder!" The other end responded with a simple "Hmm," and then hung up. Done. He would meet the Sixth Elder tonight—tonight would be his final hour... That's what he thought in his heart, though his body remained honest and promptly sent out his address, rushing into the bathroom with excitement. Forty minutes later, he stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a woman's towel and a headscarf, looking utterly bewildered, with only one thought running through his mind: Wow, women really take forty minutes to bathe—now I've learned something new! After drying his hair and dressing in a stylish short pants set and a sleeveless T-shirt that revealed his shoulders, Zhang Yuanqing stood before the full-length mirror, feeling a bit embarrassed. His figure was indeed attractive, with well-defined abs and a graceful waistline, but the Lord of Heaven is a dignified man—how would he ever face the Ah, nobody will be able to escape once it happens—everyone will have to die. Zhang Yuanqing sighed. He removed the perfect human skin and waited quietly. At exactly ten o'clock in the evening, his phone, which had been charging, emitted a soft chime. A message arrived from an unknown number: "At the entrance of the apartment building, a black car, license plate: XX·SB250." The license plate looked quite upscale. Zhang Yuanqing unplugged his phone, donned the human skin, placed it into a premium handbag, and then strode out of the bedroom, heading downstairs. There, he immediately spotted the black sedan. It was parked by the flower bed, and a man dressed in black trousers and a black shirt, wearing a black baseball cap, leaned against the front of the car, smoking deeply. Upon seeing "Jinghua" approach, the man's eyes beneath his cap brightened slightly, and a sultry smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "Good," he said, "you've clearly grasped the Sixth Elder's preferences. The more revealing your attire, the more sensual, the better." He then opened the back passenger door of the car, inviting Jinghua to get in. Zhang Yuanqing carried his bag, walking toward the back seat with the crisp sound of his high heels. As he bent down to enter the carriage, the man with the baseball cap reached out and gave a firm press to the fullness of his buttocks, beaming in delight: "Wow, really soft!" I'm going to transform you into a ghostly corpse, into a spiritual servant!! Zhang Yuanqing nearly broke out in goosebumps, yet remained perfectly composed, even after sitting down, and casually flashed him a seductive glance: "Don't touch me too much, I'm quite expensive~" These words weren't entirely his own intention—they were a response inherited from Jinghua's cause, something he couldn't help but do. "Little flirt!" The man licked his lips, opened the driver's door, and entered the carriage. Instead of immediately driving off, he asked: "As usual, I have two questions. First, where did you last serve the Sixth Elder?" "Jiangnan Leather City." "Second, how many people did you serve? What's your spiritual realm ID?" "Six of us: Yuchuan Mei, Sea and Mist, Everything Is False, A Life of Drunkenness, Sister Fox, and myself," Zhang Yuanqing replied smoothly. The man nodded and got into his car, driving away. The residential complex where Jinghua was living was in Hangzhou. After leaving the complex, the man in the baseball cap wandered aimlessly through the city for an hour before finally driving off along the expressway. During this time, Zhang Yuanqing used the peak level of his Yuchuan Mei's illusion art to captivate the man, removing his flawless human skin to refresh and cool his props. The car traveled west-southwest on the highway, and after one and a half hours, they arrived in Liandu. Notably, the southern region's territory primarily covers coastal provinces such as Jiangnan, Fuzhou, Jiangnan West Road, and Nan Yue. Upon arriving in Liandu, Zhang Yuanqing, having re-donned his flawless human skin, successfully passed two rounds of questioning and one professional illusionist equipment inspection, all of which went smoothly. At the same time, upon speaking with the reviewers, it was learned that the service duration was five days, with a reward of either two materials of Saint-level quality or one Saint-level low-quality item. Zhang Yuanqing’s only thought at that moment was: Wow, this is way too cheap! With my current status, I could easily assemble a court of three palaces, six pavilions, and seventy-two consorts. His second thought was: No, actually, it’s too expensive—even a basic Saint-level item would cost tens of millions. Five days for ten million—quite a solid income. Zhang Yuanqing thought so, but then recalled the memories he had seen within the Jinghua Spiritual Body, and realized this was truly the result of the others’ hard work, so he didn’t feel envious. Finally, at 3 a.m., after refreshing the human skin cooldown three times, Zhang Yuanqing got into the car and drove to a standalone villa in a suburban area, parking and turning off the engine at the villa’s courtyard. The man at the driver’s seat chuckled and said, “Go in. Take good care of the Sixth Elder.” "A repulsive smile... Zhang Yuanqing pushed open the car door, glanced at the villa with its curtains tightly drawn, took a deep breath, and, with a mixture of fear and anticipation, stepped onto the wooden floor in her high heels, pushing open the large brown wooden door. As the door swung open, it seemed as though some kind of barrier had been broken, and the sound of the woman's piercing screams and the crack of whip lashes against flesh filled the air.