After leaving the bank's headquarters, Zhang Yuanqing feigned a stroll, walking to a quiet, unmonitored corner of the Man Island riverbank, where he pulled out the Yatomi Mirror and summoned his duplicate. Folding the mirror into his coat, Zhang Yuanqing inserted his hands into his pockets and said, "I'll have Julian cut tonight." The duplicate received the protective mirror, also inserted his hands into his pockets and replied, "Got it!" Using the downtime today, he had gathered initial information about Julian's reputation and background. According to the group's gossip expert, Yuan Ting, Julian alone has committed offenses in the realm of charm—so many that they could easily fill ten cups of roasted peanuts. As a young man from a corporate family with such a personality, Julian is nearly invincible; one could almost close one's eyes and strike him without fear of harming an innocent. The duplicate dissolved into a streak of starlight at the quiet corner, while Zhang Yuanqing continued his walk, returning to the bank building after half an hour. Under the watchful gaze of one by one surveillance cameras, he took the elevator back to his room. ... The Man Island villa district. Zhang Yuanqing, entering the night stroll, quietly approached the CEO's residence. It was a large villa with an independent garden, featuring two expansive courtyards—one in front and one at the back. The front courtyard featured a fountain and meticulously trimmed landscaping, with the front courtyard alone covering over 400 square meters. Adding the back courtyard and two three-story outbuildings, the total area exceeded 1,000 square meters. In such a land-scarce place as Man Island, villas of this caliber would not exceed five in number. Six security personnel in black formal attire stood straight and vigilant at posts in the front courtyard, resembling well-trained soldiers. Security personnel were also on duty in the back courtyard—these were the visible guards, while the hidden "line of sight" remained undetectable through observation. "The wind feels unusual…" Zhang Yuanqing sensed the airflow around the villa and subtly perceived an anomaly in its direction. He picked up a fallen leaf and gently blew it toward the villa's courtyard. The yellowed leaf fluttered and swept forward, only to be halted by an invisible barrier. It is a wall formed by coalesced air currents. "Indeed, there's a barrier outside the villa—though the exact level remains unclear. A direct assault will inevitably draw attention, turning an assassination into an open, visible one..." This situation would stump most spiritual realm travelers, but to Zhang Yuanqing, as long as肖恩wasn't there, the villa felt as familiar as his own backyard. ——Night wanderers and illusionists are the two most elusive professions. Zhang Yuanqing activated his dream-traveling skill, and before him unfolded a series of vivid, surreal dreams. Soon, he identified one specific dream. The dreamer was a young man with brown-to-yellow hair. In this dream, he wasn't the bodyguard entrusted to protect肖恩·梅德, but rather a top-tier elite recruited by the Med family with significant investment. A rising contender for mastery at the peak of the Saint rank. He was invited to reside at Sean Mede's manor, where the lovely housemaids sleep whenever they please. Sean deeply admired him and often repeated to his children the very phrase he used to reprimand them: "If you were just one-tenth as excellent as Kane, I'd wake up smiling every night." A classic hero of a sweeping, satisfying romance—quite you, Zhang Yuanqing, stepping into the dream. Kaine's eyes were glazed over as he instinctively replied, "Outside the villa, there is a wind wall alchemy spell personally arranged by Executive Sean. It is a master-level defensive array—physical objects cannot pass through the wind wall, and any spiritual entities passing through will be detected by the alchemical matrix. Inside the villa, there are three Seers and nine extraordinary beings. The Seers specialize in lightning, wind, and void magic. The extraordinary beings—among them, two are in the love-based professions, responsible for managing the villa's female staff and attending to Executive Sean's daily needs." Kaine shared all the information he knew with Executive Sean. Good thing no spiritual entity had detached—had they acted prematurely, though no actual danger would have arisen, they would certainly have been observed immediately. Zhang Yuanqing then asked, "In which room is Julian?" "The room on the second floor, farthest to the east in the main building." After explaining the situation, Zhang Yuanqing wove a dream, drawing Kaine deep into a state of blissful sleep, while he himself stepped out of the dream. On the spacious bed, Kain, dressed in black pajamas, slept soundly, completely unaware of the newcomers in the room. Zhang Yuanqing pulled out a chair by the desk and sat down, then activated his spiritual journey, allowing his spirit to detach from his physical body and drift toward the easternmost room of the main building. Crossing walls swiftly, he arrived at Julian Mede’s bedroom within less than a minute. What first caught his eye was a luxuriously furnished bedroom, where on a large bed measuring two meters in both length and width, two bodies were passionately entwined, the bronze-toned, athletic form pressing down upon the delicate, fair woman. The crystal chandelier above the ceiling shone brightly, reflecting off the sweat on both of them. On the floor, scattered were sheer stockings, black maids’ uniforms, white aprons, and lace undergarments, all blending with the soft, sensuous sounds echoing throughout the room to create an atmosphere of unrestrained intimacy and passion. The full-figured, fair woman called out passionately, “Master Julian, Master Julian…” Her face was refined, her figure well-proportioned with a gentle curve, her eyes filled with yearning and delicate charm. She possessed a captivating charm that drew men in, making them lose themselves, eager to keep claiming her, to surge and surge again, yearning to pour every ounce of energy into her. This was surely the passion-professional at the villa—remarkable, wasn't it? Even Sean Mede enjoyed it so much that he maintained two "energy reserves" at home, using them himself and then passing them on to his son. Zhang Yuanqing admired the intimate footage while gently stirring Julian's emotions, building up to a climactic surge of desire. Julian thrived, feeling unusually energized today, as if his body held an endless reservoir of strength, repeatedly plunging into the realm of paradise. Though he was famously passionate and dedicated to maintaining his physical well-being, he always kept his romantic encounters balanced—only slightly indulging when his partner was a passion-professional, never overdoing it, since as a wind-element practitioner, his energy was finite and his physical stamina not particularly robust. Yet tonight, he felt an inexplicable urge to be the one who paid for everything—willing to spend lavishly, even to the point of exhausting his fortune. The woman beneath him enjoyed the pleasure, her eyes flashing with surprise. She was a member of the Goddess Association, sent by the president, Tanah, to serve Sean Mede. She had previously shared the bed with Julian. In her memory, Julian’s physical strength and skill were only average—after all, as a seasoned pleasure mistress, what man had she not experienced? Among the lawful practitioners, the most physically robust being the sea nymph, who could stay awake until dawn. Compared to that, the wind mage indeed fell short. Yet today’s Julian, however, was both courageous and overwhelming—enough to delight and even unsettle her. She didn’t know how long it had been before, through one after another surge and release, Julian finally felt his strength wane, his energy depleted. Yet his passion seemed endless, as though his wise, composed nature had vanished. He gritted his teeth and held on for another forty minutes, and then, with a deep, resonant groan, he collapsed onto the woman, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep. By the window, Zhang Yuanqing, who had patiently observed the intense struggle, finally ceased guiding Julian’s desires and began weaving dreams for him. He first stirred Julian’s passion, drawing him deeply into physical longing, because excessive indulgence in bodily pleasures weakens one’s mental strength. A weakened mental strength implies a diminished will. In a dazed state, Julian once again found himself back at last night’s gathering—the event that had made him a source of shame for the heavens. As the gathering began, Quemang approached directly, stepping toward him, and drew forth a sharp, gleaming iron sword. “What do you want?” Julian instinctively reacted with fear, losing all sense of resistance and turning in panic, fleeing. Just as he took two steps, a sudden pain pierced his chest. He looked down to see the sharp tip of the sword piercing his front, bleeding onto the blade and staining his robe. “S-save me… save me…” Julian managed to move his lips, struggling to utter these words, then collapsed heavily, motionless. … The woman's lips were slightly parted, her full chest rising and falling as she gasped heavily. It took her fully ten minutes to recover from the intense pleasure, her breath gradually calming as the wounds inflicted by prolonged attacks—slowly sealing themselves like a perfect fit. This was the specialized gift of her passion-driven profession. Some vehicles, even after hundreds of thousands of miles, remain as fresh and pristine as new, earning raves from used-car buyers. Some tree-lined streets, though bustling with traffic at both morning and evening hours, remain narrow and congested, making drivers feel utterly stuck. After regaining her breath, she gently pushed herself against Julian, cooing softly, "My lord Julian, you're pressing me so hard..." Julian showed no response—motionless, rigid as a dead pig. The woman blinked, suddenly realizing something was wrong. She immediately changed her tone, pushing Julian firmly aside, rolling over to sit up, then checking his pulse and heartbeat. In the very next moment, her face turned pale, her expression one of shock. … the following morning. The members of the Five Elements Alliance had finished breakfast and took the elevator to the 104th floor. As soon as they arrived at the office area, the female receptionist—with brown-yellow hair and dressed in a business suit—spotted Yuan Ting and waved at him urgently, her voice soft yet urgent: “Yuan, come here. Right here.” Yuan understood immediately, stepped aside from his companions, and hurried over. “I’m eager to hear your news.” Yuan now knew the company’s female staff—especially the administrative staff—very well. The girls, women, and women of the office regarded him as a peer and were always willing to share gossip and exchange information with him. The receptionist whispered: “Julian Mede died last night, at home. I heard he was assassinated.” Yuan was stunned: “Julian was assassinated? I can guarantee you, it wasn’t us. If any of my colleagues had plotted this, I’d tell you right away. "The female receptionist shrugged: 'I also think it's not about you guys, since you don't need to assassinate a defeated subordinate.' As she spoke, a member from the Executive Department stepped out of the office area, looked at the Five-Row Alliance members, and said solemnly, 'Shawn Executive wants to see you. Follow me.' "