"At 3 a.m. tonight, colleagues from the Liandu branch received an urgent notification from the Public Security Bureau reporting an extraordinary incident at the Liandu Lianwu Flower Community. Several master illusionists were found dead on the scene. Following a preliminary site investigation, the Liandu branch confirmed this as a targeted assassination campaign against senior figures of the Southern School. According to on-site information, the operation was led by 'Yuan Shishen Tianzun,' with the primary targets being the six senior elders of the Southern School, the spiritual realm ID 'The False Revolution,' along with their mistress and subordinates—eight individuals in total, each with their respective spiritual realm IDs..." The post provides a concise, factual account of the incident and the identities of the deceased, offering only objective description without evaluation—consistent with the tone and style of an official account. In addition to textual details, it includes photographs from the site investigation, showing images of the six senior elders and five female illusionists—each with their bodies partially blurred using a medical-grade mosaic. Also featured is a blood-stained photograph inscribed with the words: 'Yuan Shishen Tianzun's casual visit.' Sun Miaomiao crouched on her chair, chin resting on her knees, her hands dancing across the keyboard with rapid, crisp keystrokes—her fingers moving so swiftly they seemed like afterimages. She managed ten accounts simultaneously, handling online confrontations with dozens of aggressive critics all at once. This is what a true keyboard maestro is made of. It's almost dawn now, and Sun Miaomiao has just finished her most vigorous, satisfying confrontation. She switches the interface to the Taimei Gate Forum, where she maintains several accounts. However, the Taimei Gate's Night-Wanderer deities are few in number, and even at peak activity, the forum only sees a few hundred active users—far from enough to fill her tooth. The gap between the Sage and the Sovereign is even greater than that between the extraordinary and the Sage—can anyone truly hunt down a Sovereign during the Sage stage?... Sun Miaomiao drew a deep breath: "If Zhao Chenghuang saw this post, I think his spiritual resolve would collapse." ... In the Office of the West Gate District Public Security Bureau, Zhao Chenghuang sat at his desk, his gaze listless as he scrolled through the post forwarded by Yuan Ting. He didn't log into the forum often; he only learned of this post at 7 a.m. from his subordinates. "The Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun is seeking vengeance, isn't he? He actually managed to locate the South Sect elder's hidden retreat?" "The post above isn't the point—the real point is that he successfully hunted down a Sovereign." "Could the information be mistaken? Shouldn't there have been other Sovereigns involved? After all, the Five Elements Alliance has been promoting him, so they've attributed the victory to him. Think about it—can a Sage truly hunt down a Sovereign?" "The Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun isn't even a descendant of the Alliance's leader. Consider his relationship with the headquarters—how The headquarters really wants to step on him. "I just checked the Wuxing Alliance forum—someone has already reconstructed the battle sequence. Indeed, a Sovereign was involved, a Life-Manager, though she only provided support. Don't I need to explain what a Life-Manager is? According to the surveillance footage, the battle lasted exactly one minute and thirty-six seconds, and the Life-Manager entered only near the end. That means Master Yuan Shi was the main force behind the elimination of the southern sect elders—it's absolutely incredible; the Wuxing Alliance is completely stunned. "A Saint defeating a Sovereign? Truly a cowgirl taking a flight—she's soaring to new heights." "It's truly frightening. Year after year, prodigies emerge. A few years ago, it was a Marshal; the year before, it was the Qian公子; last year, a Demon King; now, a Master Yuan Shi has risen—clearly surpassing the earlier ones. At least at the Saint level, Master Yuan Shi is unquestionably the strongest." "Sun Elder is simply bewildered," Zhao Chenguang brushed through the comments, feeling a strong wave of discouragement and helplessness surge through him. No matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn't catch up with Yuan Shi Tianzun. This deeply frustrated the proud man. "Finally, 'No matter how things unfold between him and the headquarters—whether they part ways or reconcile—I will firmly uphold my relationship with the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign. The value he brings me surpasses what the headquarters can offer.' After reflecting on this, he softly sighed, 'Some people exist simply to make others suffer.' Before the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, his accomplishments are negligible, and his pride is utterly comical—using a more dramatic expression, this young man has dominated the realm for generations, making even the most brilliant talents bow to him.' ... 'Ding-dong, ding-dong...' The notifications from his phone keep ringing continuously. In his 80-square-meter rental apartment, the plump man stays awake all night, closely monitoring the southern faction's chat group on a chat app hosted overseas. By 8:30 a.m., the southern faction's chat group issues an urgent announcement to its members, informing them that the Sixth Elder has returned to the spiritual realm after a 'false revolution,' having been killed by the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign's pursuit." The senior leadership of the Southern School has requested that the illusionists from Jiangnan Province remain concealed and frequently change their residences, as, according to official protocol, a rigorous crackdown will inevitably follow this favorable momentum. The news struck like a bombshell, creating a profound shock and an overwhelming sense of dread among the Southern School members. Just the day before, they had still been boasting about the recent hunt, believing that the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign had been so terrified he would now only be able to stay quietly in Songhai, expressing deep contempt and pride. Yet, upon waking, the Sixth Elder had been abruptly silenced by the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign. Moreover, according to official announcements, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign himself had personally avenged this incident—his precise method of targeting the Sixth Elder left the illusionists both bewildered and fearful. It remains uncertain whether the Sovereign’s retaliatory actions will extend beyond this one case; since he has already demonstrated the ability to identify and lock onto the Sixth Elder, he is certainly capable of doing the same for other illusionists. Therefore, the senior leadership has instructed organizational members to relocate and operate discreetly, in a state of low profile. To the elders, the formidable combat prowess displayed by this official prodigy instilled a deep sense of apprehension—despite no battle footage having been circulated. "Master Yuanshishen's move has even startled the southern sect's illusionists. Honestly, even the elders themselves are taken aback," said the plump young man, observing the murmurs and discussions among the southern delegation, as if he could feel their anxiety through the screen. It gave him a strong sense of satisfaction, a sense of retribution against the senior elder. Suddenly, another announcement popped up in the group: 【Latest Announcement: To prevent Master Yuanshishen from further retaliating against the southern sect, the senior elder has decided to bestow life-saving measures upon the Dream-Weavers and Illusionists. All Dream-Weavers are to immediately log in and gather at the Dream Hall.】 Upon reading this, the plump young man felt a sharp sense of urgency. At this point, the southern sect should already have a clear understanding of the full situation—knowing that Master Yuanshishen had identified the Sixth Elder through the Mirror Blossom, knowing that the Sixth Elder had issued a reward for a mere "server," and thus knowing that the number of The Grand Elder is investigating a traitor—no, the Grand Elder feels it’s me. The plump young man remains calm. He unplugs his phone, gathers his portable belongings, and heads out. At 3 a.m., he received a message from Yuan Shi Tian Zun, informing him of the sixth elder’s passing. He had stayed on to observe the South Sect’s response. Indeed, the Grand Elder immediately suspected him. Just as the loyal minister returned to the organization, the sixth elder was respectfully escorted back to the spiritual realm by Yuan Shi Tian Zun. A normally rational person would naturally draw connections—after all, the South Sect is an evil organization, and evil organizations don’t always rely on evidence. They can simply exert strong control, then use hypnosis, guidance, and brainwashing techniques to extract information. So the plump young man has no intention of donning his helmet to head to the Dream Hall. His mission is complete. Now, it’s time to return to Wuhen Hotel. If Master Wenheng doesn't return, then we'll have to find a way to move Xiao Yuan and Old Master... The plump young man carried his suitcase and quietly left the rented apartment, which had been quietly "invaded" without anyone noticing. "Stop fussing~" A lazy voice emanated from beneath the silver mask. "You're acting all strange this early in the morning—don't you want to be hung and flogged?" A thread of red shot out from her skirt, gently pricking his forearm. Zhang Yuanqing flinched, pulling his hand back as if electrified. "Master Lady," he murmured, "do you think you're unattractive? Are you afraid to show me your true face?" The Lady of Zhishi widened her beautiful eyes, huffed, "Have you ever seen an unattractive musician?" A musician's charm can truly rival that of a lover. "Indeed," Zhang Yuanqing nodded. "You must be worried that your beauty will make me feel inferior." "Exactly, exactly. Now give me a hug." Since her mental illness was cured, her personality had subtly changed—occasionally, she acted like a little girl who craves affection and physical closeness. Zhang Yuanqing held her gently while checking his phone. Before the action yesterday, he switched his phone to flight mode. Once the mission was complete, he reported peace to Guan Ya and sent a notification to the young man, then turned the flight mode back on. Otherwise, his phone would have been flooded with calls this morning. Zhang Yuanqing first ignored the chat group messages, one by one replying to those from "Niu Lan Shan Little Fairy," "Peony Princess," and "The Soldier Who Crosses the River." He politely declined the invitation from the Magician's Eye to "take me to kill the three protectors." Then he responded to his mother-in-law's concerns—she had heard about his successful hunt of the southern school's senior monk and asked carefully if he had sustained any injuries or suffered significant losses. She then kept praising him, saying things like, "My son is truly a prodigy," and "What a wonderful son you are!" as if the one she had given birth to wasn't Guan Ya, but Zhang Yuanqing himself. Now, Fu Xue is completely focused on her husband-in-law, the Master of the Primordial Heaven, and has completely forgotten about her mother-in-law's rather clumsy son. Recently, not only has she stood out brilliantly at social gatherings, but within the Fu family, she has also gained confidence and dignity, even able to stand on equal footing with her elder brother, the one who nurtured Fu Qingxuan. Your daughter is indeed excellent, but my daughter is no less so—what a keen eye she has! She's matched a charming, young, aspiring prince. Zhang Yuancheng held the Palace Master in one arm while placing his phone against her back, rapidly messaging Xiao Yuan and Guan Ya, expressing his longing, yet advising them not to call him due to the current setting. The Palace Master, unable to see the screen behind him, asked, "Who are you chatting with?" Zhang Yuancheng replied, "I'm messaging my grandmother." The Palace Master was surprised, "Do you call Guan Ya 'Grandmother' or 'Magical Auntie Xiao Yuan'?" Zhang Yuancheng turned around and realized there was also a round mirror behind his head—his Palace Master was quietly holding the mirror, watching him message. Then, the Palace Master gently hung him upside down with a smile. "When you're holding me, don't talk about your affairs with any other women," the Lady Gong said, her smile eerily mysterious as she traced circles on his abdomen with a finger. "Otherwise, I'll be furious—reflect on that, shall you?" With a loud *thud*, she exploded into a thousand slender strands and slipped out through the open window. Indeed, she's as eccentric as ever... Zhang Yuanqing sighed, holding his phone and continuing to reply to messages. Five minutes later, after chatting about his romantic escapades with Xiao Yuan and Guan Ya, he opened the official forum. As he expected, the forum was now in the same state as if it were reporting on "a certain top star's affair with a young model" or "a certain leading figure's journey into surrogacy"—a complete frenzy. Zhang Yuanqing had grown accustomed to this by now. When he first began conquering the S-tier dungeons, the surprise came from the ordinary and mid-tier transcendents, who would judge him from a lofty position. When he defeated the three Saint-level judges in the vast mountain ranges, the Saints themselves would bow down and shout, "Respected Lord, 666!" Now that "The senior figures at headquarters must have been equally stunned, especially Cai Elder—no matter what, we won't reach a compromise with him. Before we settle into a defensive posture, we should keep stirring things up to keep him restless..." Thinking this, Zhang Yuanqing opened a post: #Anyone who dares to challenge us, regardless of their status or faction, shall be eliminated#. Headquarters! Zhou Secretary kicked over a porcelain cup that had shattered at his feet, his face darkened as he picked up the phone to call Cai Elder. His computer screen displayed "Post not found." Yuan-Shi Tian-Zun's post had been deleted—personally, Zhou had asked the forum administrator to remove it, because many grassroots practitioners had unjustly speculated that Yuan-Shi Tian-Zun was subtly pointing fingers at certain elders within headquarters. The lower-level staff were increasingly uncooperative, and when they spoke with a tone of subtle sarcasm, it became especially difficult to bear. When would the grassroots finally be able to speak frankly and offer criticism to those in power above them? Those who were barefoot could only satisfy themselves with words—could be ignored altogether. But Yuan Shi Tian Zun's attitude sent Zhou Secretary into a full-blown rage. He knew Yuan Shi Tian Zun was making a show of strength, a quiet but firm demonstration. When had a sage dared act so arrogantly! This was different from past struggles—previously, Yuan Shi Tian Zun's resistance had been limited to slamming tables and shouting; now it was of a different nature. The phone line was connected, and faint waves could be heard from the other end. Zhou Secretary spoke calmly: "Leader, he's threatening us. He's telling us that new and old debts will eventually be settled. A sage, barely one, dares to threaten us—does he really think we're just paper tigers? "Leader, we must take action now." Car Elder's calm and composed voice came through: "Little Zhou, are you afraid?"