"You still have something else to say?" Katharine had just been rejected during her request for intimacy, feeling undermood and slightly cold. But soon, as she noticed the prominent rise of the Heavenly Master's lower abdomen, a spark of brightness lit up her eyes, and a playful, seductive "Wow!" escaped her lips. The Heavenly Master's expression remained stern, his broad face clear and rational, yet his smaller, more expressive face betrayed him. "I think you're absolutely right," he said, stepping closer to Katharine, wrapping his arms around her slender waist beneath her black dress, and gently pressing his full, soft body against hers. Katharine, like a ball carrier, collided into the masculine atmosphere of his chest, instinctively brushing her hand over his chest while the other moved downward. The intense, furnace-like passion momentarily stunned even the seasoned Katharine, who then brightened, her breath quickening. She laughed softly, "You've clearly been so eager—what are you waiting for?" Zhang Yuanqing lifted her and tossed her onto the bed, where Catherine gasped, then laughed softly, gracefully lifting her skirt to reveal two slender, porcelain-like legs that mesmerized him. Come on, the little black stick is here... Zhang Yuanqing shed his shirt and surged forward with passionate eyes. The soft mattress dipped suddenly, followed by a series of rustling sounds—black dress, bra, trousers—each cascading to the floor. The bedroom lights dimmed, casting a warm, hazy glow. Zhang Yuanqing supported himself on his hands, gazing down at the woman beneath him. Her features were refined and flawless, her eyes alluring and dreamy. Her snow-white, long neck, full shoulders, delicate collarbone, and smooth, fine skin—so delicate that it seemed to defy the touch of a breath. Her abdomen was pale, soft, and supple, and he couldn’t help but press his palm gently against it, feeling the exquisite smoothness transmitted through his fingertips. "Will you make me pay a price?" Zhang Yuanqing asked, his voice dry, his throat rolling with desire. "What do you think?" Catherine smiled gently. Zhang Yuanqing stepped back, exhaled, and said, "I've suddenly changed my mind. Is it still possible to leave now?" Katharine quickly wrapped her two large python serpents around his waist, scolding, "Don't even think about it." She then immediately cast her spell, stirring his passion. Zhang Yuanqing indeed fell under her spell, breathing rapidly, and bit down on her shoulder. Katharine murmured, "It hurts～..." ... An hour later, the stormy bedroom settled into quiet amid Katharine's pleading cries of surrender. Katharine lay on her side on the bed, covered by a light silk blanket, her feet exposed, toes curled, and her calf muscles twitching. Her soul felt bound—much like a knight's vow... As the energy surged within her, Zhang Yuanqing sensed that his soul had been marked by some force, guessing it was the "claiming fees" skill of the passion-focused profession. "You're truly extraordinary." "Katharine gasped, her silver hair damp against her face, her skin glowing with a charming flush. She said, 'I've only ever seen one person surpass you—King Mages.' 'Katharine, you're being too hasty,' Zhang Yuanqing pressed closer, for once content to let the label stick and simply surrender to the night. The night sky outside gradually faded, and a pale dawn broke through. The sounds of passion in the bedroom never ceased, until the sun rose above the horizon, casting warm, strong light across the room. Only then did their frenzy subside. Katharine lay on the bed, her gaze distant, fixed on the ceiling, murmuring, 'Indeed, I was too hasty. You are as remarkable as the King Mage—no, even greater. He is the Night Wanderer, full of energy, while you, as a Master of Illusions, are just as enduring, just as strong.' The taste of love is truly delightful... Zhang Yuanqing reflected on the all-night passion, feeling as though he had opened the doors to a whole new world. Desire and other women are two distinct species, not merely differing in appearance or physique. While there are countless women who are both beautiful and physically striking, the allure of a desire-oriented career, though it may emphasize a "perfect posture," cannot entirely surpass those high-quality beauties. The difference lies in the unique charm of the desire-oriented career—during moments of intimacy, its essence truly comes alive. A single glance, a soft murmur, or a graceful sway of the hips can ignite Zhang Yuanqing's passion, drawing him deeply into the experience, making him utterly absorbed. It is like a life-threatening poison. For the future, the "long-lasting spray" is specifically designed to counteract this very quality. Other women simply cannot endure the combination of the "night-wanderer" and the "long-lasting spray"—though perhaps a wood-element spirit with a nurturing disposition might manage. In short, if it's Guan Ya, he'll need to strike her down with a sword during the first half of the night, fertilizing himself and fleeing. Additionally, he has discovered an unmentioned cost of the "long-lasting spray"—one that isn't listed in the [Notes]: it drains his vitality from his waist. The mist grants the user enduring firmness, but does not provide continuous energy—only vocations with strong recuperative power, such as the Night Stalker, can truly master it. "Will you be fighting tonight?" Zhang Yuanqing asked, his tone calm and casual, as though it were a mere afterthought. "Of course!" Katharine nestled against him, her voice soft. "Now that I've had a chance to share with you, I'd like to introduce the structure of the Free Covenant. Our primary forces are the Free Organizations: the Bio-Alchemy Guild, the Dionysus Club, and the Night God Church. These three are the core of the Free Covenant, though only the highest-level leaders and promising saints are aware of the Covenant's existence. As for the second major region, our Free Organizations are currently in a cooperative relationship." Zhang Yuanqing felt a spark of curiosity: "Why is the evil faction in the second region in a cooperative relationship?" Though the Celestial Master is an evil vocation, he is also a passionate, principled zealot who would never consider the evil faction to be 'free.' "Because the deities differ from region to region." "Katharine answers every question, but this one seems to be beyond her understanding. 'I don't know the specific reason,' she says. This means that the evil faction in the first region is composed of only one deity—thus able to oversee the three major evil organizations. But that doesn't make sense. Clearly, the Mages of the Seedline are practitioners of the 'Fated Poisoner' profession. Then what about the deities of the Drunkards and the Ever-Night? Zhang Yuanqing paused, thinking. He came up with two possibilities. First, the deity behind the Free Covenant may not be merely a Fated Poisoner, but rather a being who embodies all three of the major evil professions—much like the Wuhuang of the second region, who holds both the roles of a musician and a scholar. Second, the deities of the Drunkards and the Ever-Night may have encountered difficulties or vacancies—just as the position of the Spiritual Realm Administrator is currently vacant. If there is only one deity, the orderly faction will face less pressure. They can then seize the opportunity to steal the canvas and ink from Katharine, open up that hidden realm, and launch a decisive strike—like dropping a nuclear bomb inside. As long as the demonic seedlings are eliminated, it will be much harder for the evil deities to descend upon the mortal realm. If descent were that easy, why haven't there been any more instances of meteor showers falling to earth in the past century—like the one in the year 1900? The identity of the second-largest evil deity remains unknown... Zhang Yuanqing suddenly recalled, during the battle against the副本, when the old creaking man used the Eight-Armed Demon Deity as a medium to trace back to its origin. Following his perspective, he had witnessed a pair of terrifying eyes. Simply seeing those eyes had caused him to instantly fall, transforming into a seductive demon. Had it not been for the old creaking man's pure, radiant power—the sun deity's—cleansing the contamination, Yuan Shih Tian Zun would have already become the number one red-hot critic in the Army Command. As his thoughts turned, Catherine continued: "The second major force is the Hunters' Guild, which is spread throughout the Free Federation and Europe. The Hunters' Guild serves as the channel through which the Free Alliance monitors independent practitioners and identifies internal corrupt elements." You're the corrupt element within the orderly organization! Zhang Yuan "The third force consists of spies embedded within the lawful organizations—few in number, and typically fewer at higher levels, usually reserved for last resort." Zhang Yuanqing asked cautiously, "Who are the spies within the New Accord Prefecture's Heaven's Judgment branch?" Katharine chuckled, "I won't tell you." Apparently, she wasn't as convincing last night... Zhang Yuanqing didn't press further. Given the cold, composed demeanor of the Celestial Master, a curious inquiry would be expected, but persistent questioning might reveal vulnerabilities. Katharine, though currently indulged in her desires and still somewhat irrational after a satisfying fulfillment, could not be underestimated in terms of intelligence and perceptiveness. "How confident are you in tonight's battle?" Zhang Yuanqing whispered. "Eighty percent!" Katharine smiled. Eighty percent... According to my stellar observations, the conflict at the Saint Realm stage is certain to be won—thus, the challenge arises at the Sovereign stage. The evil faction's objective tonight is to target Sovereign-level masters... Zhang Yuanqing said calmly. "Excellent!" Among the lawful, orderly organizations, only Ju-Mang poses a threat—you'd better send him back to the Spirit Realm first," Katharine smiled. "Rest assured, Ju-Mang will surely die by tomorrow night." Zhang Yuanqing silently muttered, "Wow, really?" on the inside, but kept his composure on the surface. "How so?" Katharine remained tight-lipped. "You'll find out when the time comes." Unsuccessful in gathering information, Zhang Yuanqing said no more, pushed aside Katharine's full-bodied form, and got up to dress. Katharine, now well-fed, didn't object. She lay curled in her smooth silk sheet, eyes half-closed with languid grace, and murmured softly, "Be careful tonight. Your role is supportive—no direct confrontation is required. Honestly, I wouldn't want you to die." After dressing, Zhang Yuanqing asked, "Do you expect payment?" Katharine smiled gently. "Why rush? We'll discuss it once you return safely. By the way, the people of the Void Sect have shown great interest in you. After the battle tomorrow night, I'll introduce you." She had immense confidence in the survival capabilities of the illusionist, especially at night. Had the members of the Void Sect begun to question my identity? Or was Catherine merely testing my credentials again? In either case, the members of the Void Sect must perish. Zhang Yuanqing dressed himself and activated his dream-transit skill, then departed the wellness center. It was Sean Mede who proposed the terms, and Winny didn't object—given their wisdom, they surely wouldn't make a basic mistake. Yet it was impossible for both of them to be spies of the Free Covenant simultaneously... Well, I can't intervene in the struggles among the Sovereigns; my analysis remains hazy. For now, I'll focus on my own matters. Zhang Yuanqing leaned back in his office chair, pondering Catherine's statement—"Juming must die!" Juming possessed two Sovereign-level artifacts, information that had already been revealed. To eliminate someone of such stature, there were only two possible approaches: either summon a Sovereign-level master, or counter with the Sovereign-level artifacts themselves. "If the strategy involves using Sovereign-level artifacts, it must be highly targeted—capable of instantly eliminating Juming. Otherwise, during the grand clash of the Saints, with so many variables, how could Catherine be so certain that Juming would certainly die?" "Hmm. Neither the Chaotic Oil Painting nor the Form-and-Spirit-Annihilating Blade possesses defensive capabilities. Should the opponent deploy either of the Sovereign-level artifacts, they could instantly eliminate me." "Props of the same type don't matter in quantity—no matter how many master-level attack props he has, the opponent only needs to deploy one, seize the right moment, and strike him down. With ten attack props, he still can't defend against the opponent's attacks. The saints are that fragile. Having master-level combat power doesn't equate to master-level status—this is something no props can compensate for. Indeed, Zhang Yuanqing does have defensive props—the Purple-Jade Set—but it's a unique prop belonging exclusively to the Yuan-Shi Tian-Zun, different from others. Though this point is rarely known, it's best not to use it in front of everyone. "Then we'll have to lose our virtue—rely on deception and surprise attacks," thought Zhang Yuanqing. …… 11 p.m. New Covenant County, the top floor. Adjacent to the tarmac is a vault that has remained locked for years. Its access system rivals that of a bank vault, with 12-centimeter-thick steel plates embedded within the concrete walls—ordinary bombs would struggle to breach it unless subjected to wartime-level firepower. Matching its stringent access controls is its confidentiality level, requiring the combined authorization of the three senior leaders of the New Covenant District's Heaven's Judgment division. When the headquarters of Tianfa originally established this array, they deployed high-tier equipment from the Void and Eternal Night professions. As a result, only a half-divine-level Void specialist could potentially penetrate the chamber—nearly no one else could. This concern is even less pressing, since there is only one such half-divine-level Void specialist in the world. Once the Sky's Eye is stolen, it will undoubtedly be that individual's work. The three leaders of Tianfa simultaneously retrieved three silver triangular seals, infused spiritual energy into them, placed their palms against the iron door, and recited the incantation. As the words of the incantation were spoken, the silver triangular seals radiated brilliant white light, which upon the cessation of the chant struck the engraved runes on the door. "Crack!" The door's locking tongue sprung open, and the runes vanished. Qian Cheng Lu folded the silver triangular seals, turned to his two colleagues, and smiled with a reflective tone: "How many years has it been since we last used the Sky's Eye?" "Sean responded, "Thirty years ago, an incompetent and foolish president wanted to use nuclear weapons to wipe out the Night God Church's Night Leader. The board, equally foolish, agreed without question. The nuclear missiles were launched, but ultimately failed to explode. 'How could today's human technological weapons possibly kill a semi-divine powerhouse?' " Vinye Burunt said calmly, "Both of you, time is limited. This is not the time for reminiscing." It was thirty years ago when she was born.