No need at all! You truly know how to play your cards—Zhang Yuanqing was on the verge of faltering, but fortunately, the illusionist’s skill kept his emotions steady, allowing him to subtly convey deep admiration and yearning through delicate facial expressions. In truth, he didn’t need to force it—just with Tang Na’s charm, a single suggestive glance or a warm, intimate smile, Zhang Yuanqing would already be eager to follow the shaded paths, charging ahead with such determination that even nine oxen couldn’t pull him back. By now, the sun had set, and only a few moments remained before night fell. Naturally, Zhang Yuanqing rose and walked toward Tang Na, his gaze intense, his breath quickened, a mix of nervousness and eagerness evident in his nodding: “Yes, yes, absolutely!” Tang Na smiled gently, took his hand, and led him up the spiral staircase to the third floor, toward the bedroom overlooking the sea. The bedroom curtains were half drawn, revealing the deep blue, undulating sea. Gulls circled between sky and sea, and waves continuously crashed against the rocks, producing a rumbling sound as if urging him: "Impact! Impact!" By the window stood a Guifei bed with a plump square pillow placed upon it, and at its center was a round pink bed, clearly designed for excellent elasticity. The blanket was also round, fully covering the bed, scattered with delicate rose petals. On the bedside table stood a black cast-iron incense burner, releasing a sweet, rich fragrance. Zhang Yuanqing inhaled deeply, and felt his hormones surge, his mouth and throat growing dry—longing to immediately proceed! Upon entering the room, Tangna's demeanor shifted, taking the initiative, she lifted Quemang's chin with a warm, smiling expression and asked: "Am I beautiful?" "Gurrrl... Zhang Yuanqing rolled his thyroid, making a soft swallowing sound, murmuring, 'Beautiful... absolutely beautiful...' Tang Na's smile grew brighter; she seemed to truly relish the earnest admiration of the young, sincere boy and the way their 'romantic relationship' was entirely in her hands. Stepping back a few paces, she opened her arms, her voice gentle: 'Then what are you waiting for? Whatever you'd like to do today, go ahead and do it.' The tone was indulgent, as if she were always patient, accepting, and quietly accommodating whatever the boy wished—no matter how simple or unorthodox. Zhang Yuanqing gazed at Tang Na with intense warmth. Standing at 1.72 meters, she was graceful and poised. Her tailored black off-shoulder T-shirt highlighted her full bust, while the waist of her skirt cinched in her flat abdomen. Her body, shaped for love and passion, achieved a perfect balance of proportions and body fat—merely observing her figure was enough to stir an irresistible desire. Under the seductive aroma and alluring enticement, Zhang Yuanqing felt his head pounding as if it were about to split open, his breath coming in rapid gasps. He stepped forward, pressing firmly against Tang Na's waist and roughly pulling off her flowing Bohemian gown. Her two smooth, slender legs were now fully exposed before Zhang Yuanqing. Boom! As if something inside his mind had exploded, Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness blurred into a haze, leaving only sensations of bliss. He suddenly collapsed onto Tang Na, the two of them embracing and falling onto the circular bed. He pushed himself up, separating her legs and lifting her hands to her head, placing them firmly on the bed, their fingers interlaced. He then leaned down, kissing the moist, inviting lips. His body had now fully understood and instinctively began to explore, tenderly kissing and caressing—his professional passion for love was irresistible. Yet his mind, in the background, was screaming in urgency: "Focus! Focus!" But the erectile tissue insisted: "I won't listen! I won't listen!" In the clash between passion and reason, the pure yang energy of Xiao Wanzhuan, at the stage of small perfection, finally briefly suppressed his desires, quietly activating the power of the Sun God, using the most rigid and yang force to counteract the inner and physical cravings. As the Sun God's power revived, his reason gradually gained the upper hand; though he still maintained an impetuous demeanor, he never advanced further, focusing instead on gentle kisses and caresses, continuously stimulating Tangna's languid and indolent nature, making her reluctant to change her current state and deeply immersed in the touch. Meanwhile, Zhang Yuanqing removed his clothes and pants, deliberately speaking loudly, and quietly summoned the small, talkative companion, placing it beneath the hem of his T-shirt. ... On a nearby small yacht, one kilometer away, the cabin was cooled by air conditioning, and two sturdy, well-built men sat attentively on the sofa, fully absorbed in the breathy sounds emanating from the equipment. Those were the sounds of Tangna and the Celestial Master passionately kissing. The bald, sturdy man on the left licked his lips and said, "I'm truly looking forward to it—soon I'll be able to savor the essence of the first beauty of the New Covenant Province. I won't leave this gathering until I've emptied out my body tonight." The short-haired, sturdy man on the right scoffed, "Is it really possible to touch Tanja? Although the Vice President mentioned that everyone will get a share of Tanja tonight, the gathering only lasts one night. With so many of us, we might not even manage to brush against her rear." Both men were mid-level members of the Hunter's Guild, accomplished experts at the Saint level. Though as Saints, they were also eligible to attend the gathering, they would certainly prioritize their tasks when they had them. "That foreigner, the Master of the Celestial Path—he's not only sharing a romantic evening with the Vice President; now he's even pressing Tanja beneath him. Pfft. I'll make sure to surpass him when I reach the sixth rank." The bald man said with growing indignation. Immediately, both men fell silent and focused on listening to Tanja's enchanting breaths. At that moment, as the celestial master began to remove his clothes, static crackled through the speaker, followed by a steady hiss of snow-like noise. After a few seconds, Tana's breaths and soft moans came through intermittently, but all were accompanied by the static hiss, making them somewhat indistinct. The sun gradually dipped below the horizon. The bearded man picked up his phone and composed a message: "Everything's normal!" He then set the phone down, eager and impatient: "The gathering is about to begin. It seems the celestial master has completely taken control of Tana. I can't wait to step into the realm!" ... 69 Hamburg Street, the wellness spa. The heavy wooden door, wrapped in bronze, opened automatically and then closed gently. Immediately afterward, the door of the wooden cabinet in the corner opened on its own, revealing the materials and tools inside. In his hidden state, the celestial master scanned the room and quickly identified a dark, oil-sheen bowl and a purple glass bottle. He hadn't forgotten these two items—the bowl and the liquid in the glass bottle—both essential for inscribing the array pattern, while the symbolic runes for constructing the array had already been firmly etched into Zhang Yuanqing's memory. As long as he took them, he could open the light gate, leading to the hidden sanctuary of the magical seed. Then, the lawful-aligned half-gods could form a group and proceed to the dungeon. After tonight, regardless of whether the evil faction in Xin Yue County suffered a major collapse, the identity "Tian-tong Master" would no longer be usable. Now wasn't the time to delay—why wait any longer? His task was accomplished—he had successfully delayed until the gathering began, without drawing the attention of the evil faction. In fact, this was a highly risky move. Given the stakes of the faction war, he should have sacrificed himself for the greater good. Yet Zhang Yuanqing did not wish to share a bed with Tangna. Passion was not something he could simply enjoy for free; it was an active part of his own agency. Once he shared intimacy with Tangna, it would mean surrendering his very life. Though Tangna had thus far been gentle and composed, entrusting her with his life—especially after only a brief acquaintance—would contradict his principles. As for Catherine, the Celestial Master who slept with him, what connection did that have to the Prime Celestial Sovereign or the God of Spring? In the end, even if his duplicate couldn’t afford the expenses, death would be merely death. Moreover, he was not making a blind gamble. Tangna’s breaths and cries were genuine and undeniable. The listeners would not detect any anomaly. Even if they sensed something unusual—felt that he was being overly cautious—they could not overturn the evil faction’s plans based solely on that. Yet he could entirely rely on Dona as his sovereign—her will was too strong, and it took a long buildup before she could be brought to surrender—thus allowing him to manage with mere gestures. Zhang Yuanqing suppressed his passion, deliberately stepped away from Dona’s warm, yielding body. First, he kicked over the listening device, then, with Dona’s bewildered gaze fixed upon him, reached for his phone and dialed the president’s number: “It’s time!”