The sleek business sedan stopped at the red-brick building. A young woman in a gray business suit directed three blue-collar workers to carry large cardboard boxes up to the red-brick building. On the fourth floor, the landlord lady blocked the elevator entrance, holding up the workers, arms crossed, spitting furiously: "What do you want? You're moving everything up here—have you asked me, the landlord, for permission? Get everything down here!" The young woman in the gray suit replied: "Our boss will be staying here for a few days. You're the landlord, right? Your tenant has already given approval." "He may have approved you, but he hasn't approved me," the landlord lady said, perhaps having held back her frustration all day and finally finding an opportunity to vent: "My house isn't something anyone can just walk in and occupy without an interview. Without an interview, you want to stay? Go! Go! If you don't leave, I'll just crush all your junk right here!" With that, she picked up a small package and prepared to throw it on the ground. The young lady remained completely calm, speaking gently, "This box contains a limited-edition cigar collection from our owner, valued at one hundred thousand federal credits." The property manager swiftly set down the packages as if they were hot and delicate. After a few seconds of exchanging glances with the young lady, she muttered impatiently, "All of you will be waiting!" Then, she angrily banged on the door of apartment 403. Zhang Yuanqing, who had just been having a video call with the chief of the Zhishake Palace, quickly ended the call and rushed out to investigate. Upon seeing the stack of boxes, he paused, then looked at the young woman in her gray business attire, clearly puzzled, asking, "What on earth is going on?" He thought to himself: I only invited a single-line knight to stay with me for a few days—how come they're bringing in beds, household items, a coffee machine, tea sets, and a humidifier? That's quite a lot! The property manager complained beside him, "Little Zhang, what's wrong with you? You never inform me in advance when someone is coming to live here—I thought I had mentioned that tenants need an interview to move "I won't agree to anything that's done without prior notice," Zhang Yuanqing said firmly. "Mrs. Li, I heard that Xiuxiu passed her math simulation exam yesterday." Mrs. Li fell silent, sighed deeply, and said, "Rules are fixed, but people are ever-changing. Young Zhang, for you, I'm willing to make an exception!" She then gave a gentle scolding to the young woman: "When you're moving things, be careful—don't crack the floor tiles or damage the furniture." Turning to chat about other matters, she added, "Young Zhang, where's your girlfriend?" "She's back home resting for her pregnancy." "Ah?" "Just kidding—she's visiting her family. She'll be back next month." "Ah, well, you should keep an eye on your girlfriend—call her every evening," Mrs. Li kindly reminded, then turned and went back to Room 401. The young woman in the gray business suit stepped forward, extended her delicate hands, and said, "You must be Mr. Xiaoyao. I'm Ling—my name is An Yeqi." An Yeqi? Is there a sword hidden somewhere inside your body? Zhang Yuanqing studied the young woman before him—about twenty-five, fair-skinned and beautiful, with gentle eyes and charming cheekbones, making her look like a neighbor’s sister. Just a bit higher hairline, though. "Xiao Yao Sword Immortal!" Zhang Yuanqing shook her hand. The young secretary nodded, then turned her gaze toward the room and asked, "Where is the head of the department?" "Just finished eating two pounds of fermented tofu and says he wants to bathe and change his clothes," Zhang Yuanqing remarked, glancing at the array of items on display. "We're only staying for three days—what's going on here?" "The head of the department is someone with very high standards for his environment. Even slight shortcomings can make him restless and unable to sleep. I hope the Xio Yao Immortal will understand." The secretary bowed slightly. ...Zhang Yuanqing could only reply, "You go ahead and do what you like." Thus, the young secretary, whose spiritual realm ID is An Ye Qi, began directing the workers to replace mattresses, bed linens, and other daily items, and to spray disinfectant. She also added a Only after everyone had finished their tasks did Zhai Cai emerge from the room, dressed in a magnificent bathrobe of black and gold, bare-legged. " I believe you're the big boss now," Zhang Yuanqing remarked with sharp sarcasm, "because you're even eager to replace your toilet paper with gold leaf." " You can reward me with a gold leaf whenever you'd like," Zhai Cai shrugged, then turned to her assistant. "Has my cigar arrived? Light it up, please—let's have one for this young swordsman who's never even used gold-leaf toilet paper." An Yan Qi glanced at the two exchanging barbs, quietly lit the cigar, and after the boss had drawn deep breaths, she dismissed the workers and said, "Could I hear the full account of what happened?" Zhai Cai, savoring her cigar, laid out the entire plan to reclaim the Sacred Disc from the Heavenly Master. Upon hearing it, the assistant sighed, her jaw set, and said, "For such a major undertaking, why didn't you consult me beforehand? Who are your enemies within the Church? You've never cared, never investigated. Who stands behind the Heavenly Master? You've never even known "Your newly promoted overseer last year—is an overseer, not a half-god, I emphasize." Zhai Cai waved her hand. "Everything has been verified. Then what's the point? Life is all about challenges and excitement, isn't it?" The junior secretary's temples were pulsing with visible strain, her expression one of gritted teeth, yet she maintained a forced smile. So carefree, so indifferent to the everyday fray—this person either had a strong constitution or an exceptional talent. A seventh-tier overseer? That's respectable, thought Zhang Yuanqing. At that moment, An Ye Qi turned to him, offering a polite, composed smile. "Have you felt like you've been followed recently?" Zhang Yuanqing shook his head. "Not at all." After a moment's thought, An Ye Qi said, "I'll be monitoring the surveillance cameras around the neighborhood around the clock over the next few days. If anything unusual arises, I'll reach out to you. As for my boss—he's free to be as unpredictable and whimsical as he likes. Just don't mind him." Zhang Yuanqing glanced at Zhai Cai, then at the junior secretary, and offered a look of sympathy. "Understood!" "He seems to have figured out the reason for the junior secretary's slightly elevated hairline. An Ye Qi added, "Could you please share the details of the reward mission with me?" Zhang Yuanqing also remarked with admiration, "It's hard to believe that you've survived this long without being killed." Zhai Cai nodded. "To stay alive, I've made a real effort to level up." ... The next morning, Zhang Yuanqing woke up early and didn't see the silhouette of the 'sixth-generation heir' retreating. He quietly took a can of cola from him, sipped it while descending to have breakfast. As he stepped out of the door, he just happened to meet Cao Qianxiu heading to school. She looked cheerful and said, "We've captured several members outside the Starry Covenant circle. Through them, we've gathered an important piece of information—this time, we might just catch a big fish." "Will there be any danger?" Cao Qianxiu shook her head slightly. "The Heavenly Judgment side has sages—don't worry!" Zhang Yuanqing thought it over. Since both of her parents were Journeyers of the Spiritual Realm, there was truly no need for him to be concerned. He nodded. "Good luck!" Taking the elevator down to the ground floor, the two precisely picked up the landlord's wife's loud, Cao Qianxiu sighed wearily. Turning toward the sound, she saw the landlord's wife arguing fiercely with a woman of similar age. Clearly outmatched, the older woman was being steadily pushed back, her face turning red with frustration. Zhang Yuanqing spotted Zhai Cai, dressed in a black ermine coat, among the onlookers, chewing on a meat baozi and quietly observing the landlord's wife's eloquent defense. "Pause! Pause!" Zhai Cai suddenly shouted, "Ladies, please stop this pointless argument!" Immediately, both sides fell silent. Finally, someone had done what a knight was supposed to do! Zhang Yuanqing thought. Maintaining order and resolving disputes—this was precisely what a knight should do. Yet Zhai Cai raised the landlord's wife's hand and declared, "I hereby announce that, in this battle, Ms. Yang Xiujuan has emerged victorious!" "...". For the next two days, Zhang Yuanqing and the single knight were inseparable, going out and returning together, patiently waiting for the Supreme Master to make his move. The solitary knight occasionally acts on his own—visiting the teahouses in the Chinatown district to listen to music, watching elderly women dance in the square, lingering between barbecue and seafood shops. Sometimes, he also joins in the arguments between landlords and tenants, delighting in hearing the landlord woman berate her guests, and when the moment feels right, stepping forward as a fair and impartial knight to render a judgment—always declaring the landlord woman the winner. He's been holding this posture for over two hours. Zhang Yuanqing offered a false greeting, saying, "What are you thinking about?" "I think I've mistaken you," said Zhai Cai, setting down his cigar and running a hand over his chin. "I assumed you were a villain or a fallen one. My instincts have always been reliable—when I first met you, I sensed something was off. But after these three days of getting to know you, I now believe you might actually be a good person." Good heavens! What in the world is going on with this guy? Zhang Yuanqing, who had just committed a wrongdoing, felt suddenly uneasy. "So you're willing to stay with me temporarily—not because you're seeking the Celestial Master, but because you want to observe me?" "Otherwise?" Zhai Cai bit into his cigar, giving his usual smirking smile. "Do you know how many hunters there are in the New Covenant County? The more junior the hunters, the greater their numbers, and the Celestial Master's chances of receiving a bounty are quite slim." "Slim, but not zero." "About the same as winning the lottery." "What if he actually does come?" "Then I can call you “This is what you said… Zhang Yuanqing suddenly staggered, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier as drowsiness overwhelmed him. With a stumble right in front of Zhai Cai, he collapsed and fell asleep. Zhai Cai stared in disbelief, the cigar clutched between his fingers dropping to the ground with a soft click. The very next moment, he rose with serious composure, quickly checking Zhang Yuanqing’s chest and pulse. “He’s asleep?” he paused for several seconds before suddenly realizing, “Wait—no, he’s a Dream Master, the Dream Master of the First District?” Has the Celestial Master arrived? Or is it one of the hunters? “Wake up! Wake up!” Zhai Cai raised his hands and began hitting him hard. Yet the carefree sword immortal remained asleep, untouched. The single-line knight realized something was amiss. He rarely saw Dream Masters in the First District, so he hadn’t even considered the possibility that the enemy might be one. Now, faced with this sudden turn of events, he felt completely caught off guard. His pulse was growing weaker—had he been injured in the dream? Phew, not yet dead—should be able to hold on a bit longer… Zhai Cai quickly rose, grabbed a golden knight's long sword, a shoulder armor, and a forearm guard from his inventory, and swiftly donned them. With both hands resting on the sword, his expression became dignified and imposing, his presence commanding and majestic. "By the name of the knight, I decree: no living being shall enter dreams!" The tip of the sword shimmered with a bronze glow, sweeping in waves across the red-brick townhouse, the streets, and out toward the horizon. The very next moment, his gaze sharpened suddenly, guided by the feedback of the rule's power—he had pinpointed the offenders who had violated his decree, hidden within the hallway of the red-brick building. As Zhai Cai locked onto his enemy, the dream-master concealed in the hallway abruptly vanished, escaping without giving him a chance to issue a second rule, simply by performing a dream-jump. Zhai Cai did not pursue—there was no point. Zhang Yuanqing, who had fallen, suddenly opened his eyes, gasping heavily, as though drowning and on the brink of death.