At the very moment the jade token shattered, a man in a dark red suit, wearing a silver mask, appeared in the dimly lit room. "We can't delay any longer," Zhang Yuanqing glanced at Tangna, whose eyes were blurred with drowsiness. "If we delay further, I'll have to make the ultimate sacrifice. The gathering has already begun—let's just step in now." By this time, it's certain that not all of the evil faction's leaders have arrived yet, since the gathering started at sunset and lasted until dawn, inevitably drawing in members who join midway. However, arriving early offers advantages—our own risks are reduced. Tangna's reputation is so renowned that if the free faction's leaders all wish to experience her firsthand, we might face a situation of 7 versus 10,086. "Received! Our allies will reach the battlefield in three seconds!" He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Instantly, six figures materialized in the room—exactly the six leaders involved in the operation—while the chairman had quietly departed, stepping into the shadows and fading from sight. The Master of the Stop-Kill Palace immediately turned to Tangna, who was wrapped in a blanket, her two long legs bare. Her gaze instantly grew cold, then settled again, as the power of Hongluan's celestial official revealed to her that Yuan Shi and Tangna had no "destined connection"—not even a fleeting romance. This meant they had not yet engaged in physical intimacy. "You... you two..." Tangna's expression shifted slightly, she collected all her grace, now astonished and watchful, gazing at the others. She wasn't particularly panicked. On one hand, the allure of her profession as a lover gave her strong confidence; on the other, as a sovereign, though she was known for her charm and romantic inclinations, she had weathered many storms and wasn't likely to shriek while clutching her blanket. Kristi held the small fishbowl, and the colorful fish swam calmly. With a cold laugh, she said, "You're nothing but a woman obsessed with lovemaking—what else can your love-oriented profession do besides seduce men?" Vini Berlent snorted, clearly unimpressed. As the lover of the Mage King, they naturally held little favor for Tangna. Indeed, the tension between Wei Ni and Klyse was equally sharp—each resented the other. The Mage King and Fu Qingyang remained silent, neither expressing any opinion nor paying much attention to the First Beauty of the New Covenant. The moneyed noble, ever indifferent to beauty, saw beauty as nothing more than a passing concern—while the Mage King himself was solely focused on purifying the world and could not tolerate the presence of beauty. It was only the peak Sovereign, Pan Xi Edison, who admired Tangna’s graceful legs and smiled, saying, “Tangna, let me cut to the chase. The Free Alliance has assigned a Dream-Weaver to approach you, aiming to bring you into the Chaotic faction’s realm. There, they intend to use high-tier powers to gradually corrupt you, distort your perception, and ultimately control the senior leadership of the Lawful faction through you.” “The Dream-Weaver…” Tangna’s expression changed, turning to Juming. "The Dream Weaver we had previously dispatched has now been eliminated, only then did we uncover the evil faction's comprehensive strategy. Thus, we've asked Qing Mang to follow their plan and deceive them into holding their regular gathering. Our current mission is to enter the instance and eliminate the evil-affiliated characters attending the gathering." Pan Xi Edison stated. "Chairperson Tangna, your performance in the faction warfare within the New Covenant Province has been consistently sluggish. The headquarters of the Beauty Goddess Association is dissatisfied with you. We've sent two emails requesting an internal review—yet you've found nothing. If you wish to continue leading the New Covenant Province branch, now is your opportunity to demonstrate yourself. We need your charm." Tangna's expression shifted several times as she gazed deeply at Zhang Yuanqing. "So you've been deceiving me all along—from beginning to end." Zhang Yuanqing apologized, "I'm truly sorry, Chairperson Tangna..." The Deputy Master of the Zhishake Palace scoffed. Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing straightened his posture and said, "Everything has been done for the greater good. I hope Chairperson Tangna will understand." "Tanah hummed softly, turned away from him, and looked toward Panxi Edison, the highest-ranking figure in the room: "I understand. I will make contributions to eliminate the forces of evil." Panxi Edison nodded and turned her gaze toward Quemang. Zhang Yuanqing no longer wasted time—he produced a silver triangular talisman, snapped it in two with a crisp sound. The talisman dissolved into shimmering silver star fragments that adhered to the void, then burst forth with a brilliant light, carving a circular passage through the space. At that moment, Tanah had already donned her Bohemian long gown, glanced back at Zhang Yuanqing, and stepped into the space channel first. The impetuous sea nymph Krios followed next, then the Mage-Emperor, Fu Qingyang, Vini, the Master of the Zhengsha Palace, and Edison. The lowest-ranking figure, Zhang Yuanqing, remained last. ... The Wine God's Club faction's quest instance, Spiritual Realm No. 068. The sun had just set in the realm, and the moon had not yet risen. In Qingming's world, a ancient stadium of pale stone glowed to life. The gathering venue of the Free Alliance was transformed from a medieval amphitheater, with wooden seats and individual square tables added to the uneven seating areas. Each table represented a seat, adorned with local delicacies from the realm and fine wines crafted by the Wine Club. Ancient stone pillars stood along the sides of the stage, each topped with a large, orange-yellow crystal stone—about the size of a football—emitting a soft, bright warm light. The cocktail that had survived the port battle sat lazily at his table, raising his glass in steady toasts and then sighing contentedly with a deep, satisfying belch. Though he had survived the port battle thanks to his ability as a heavy drinker, he had carried significant psychological scars from the experience. That night, he had left the New Covenant County immediately, fleeing to the city of Wind. First, he's been terrified of Jumuang—there are only so many Tier-6 peak members in Xin Yue County, and Jumuang has eliminated two-thirds of them. If he doesn't leave now, it'll be his turn next. Second, the port battle has sealed the fate of the two major factions' saints—the evil faction has lost. Moving forward, they'll either go into hiding or ascend to the status of Sovereigns, engaging in mutual hunting. His stage is now over. Moreover, it's approaching year-end, and the Cocktail is planning to rest and recover, adjusting his state to face the year-end killing campaign. The first half of the auction has concluded, and the final piece—daughter of a Tier-6 prosecutor from Feng City—has been purchased by a畸变者 from the same city. From the smile that the畸变者 displayed just now, it seems the fate of that mother-daughter pair is likely worse than death. The primary purpose of the Free Faction's monthly gatherings is to provide a platform for its lawful and independent professionals to exchange information, conduct auctions, issue tasks, and share intelligence—these are the real business. The Silver Party event is merely one component of the entertainment program. The next gladiatorial contest was also entertainment. It was said that the two combatants were senior executives of the Divine Judgment, who had recently been captured after a confrontation with the Overlord of the Bio-Alchemical Order. Their team had been killed, and they themselves taken prisoner. The Overlord casually tossed them onto the arena as entertainment, forcing them to fight to the death—only one could survive. This kind of scenario is common at gatherings: fathers versus sons, mothers versus daughters, teachers versus students. Trapped and striving for survival, the orderly organizations routinely sacrifice their morals and humanity—exactly what free agents delight in witnessing. Meanwhile, the cocktail has run dry once again, and everyone is now eagerly anticipating Tanca's arrival. As a particularly indulgent free agent, he naturally covets the first beauty of the New Covenant County. Yet, as a lover of the Overlord caliber, he remains out of reach. Tanca differs from Catherine, the latter being more spontaneous and less selective in her romantic pursuits, while Tanca is more discerning when it comes to her lovers. Moreover, even if Donna were as indulgent as Catherine, he dared not approach her at all. Why couldn't the sovereign of the Free Faction make contact with Donna? Freedom of profession meant indulging one's desires—making a move on Donna would be like a moth flying into a flame, only to be skillfully manipulated by her, paying the price in the process. As his thoughts turned, his gaze swept across the elevated seats across the room, then back to the ones behind him, "There are so many sovereigns tonight..." Usually, the number varied—sometimes seven or eight, sometimes three or four—but now, there were no fewer than eleven sovereigns seated in the elevated positions. He lowered his gaze, took a sip of wine, thinking it must be a deliberate effort targeting Donna—after all, she was the first beauty of the New Covenant County, and the nature of one's passion vocation held distinctions. Donna's beauty, figure, and grace were truly outstanding; otherwise, how could she have outshone all others and become the head of the New Covenant County branch? At that moment, the event host, wearing a mask, stepped onto the stage at the center of the arena without holding a microphone, yet his voice clearly reached the ears of the forty-plus attendees. "Before we begin the second half of the auction, please enjoy the combat performance. Now, let the 'Beasts of Battle' take the stage!" As the host finished speaking, the sky above the arena suddenly collapsed, splitting open to reveal a circular passage. To the amazement of the audience, a stunning woman in a Bohemian-long gown descended gracefully and landed firmly on the arena floor. Tandara! Several of the saints in the audience rose in surprise. Only two hours into the gathering, the auction had not yet concluded, and many members were still en route—how could the highlight of the evening, Tandara, make her appearance so early? As the evil-oriented attendees pondered this, seven more figures descended through the spatial passage. Among them, three were familiar faces: Chriss Gustav, Viny Burent, and Pansy Edison. After a brief silence, voices erupted from all directions: "What's going on? How has the Sovereign of the Lawful Order appeared here?" "The Sovereign of Lawful Order has arrived!" "Let me leave the Realm of Spirit—please, let me leave the Realm of Spirit!" The saints present regarded the situation as a dire threat. Quem? A cocktail-like reaction surged from him. ... Desson Valley, Polobor Winery. The 200-acre vineyard swayed in the wind, now past the season of grape ripening. Yellowing leaves hung on the vines, and a layer of decaying foliage accumulated beneath. The New Covenant Province boasts a warm, pleasant climate ideal for grape cultivation, making it one of the world's most renowned wine regions. In the eastern valley of the Desson River, there are over a dozen wineries, each nestled in scenic farmland. Though Polobor Winery is modest in size and not particularly prominent among its peers, its wines are consistently sold out immediately upon release—never distributed through retail channels, only available by reservation. Each year, politicians, business executives, prominent lawyers, and bankers arrive at the winery in luxury cars, seeking to purchase just a single barrel. The owner is a retired man in his sixties, affectionately called "Old McAllister" by his staff—his actual name remains unknown. Old McAllister is usually quiet and reserved, with his greatest passion being winemaking—from harvesting, sorting, de-stemming, crushing, to fermentation—he personally participates in every step. As night falls, a man arrives at the winery, wearing a silver mask and dressed in a deep red suit. He holds his highball glass with a steady sway, murmuring: "Delicious wine, exquisite wine—what a feat to transform ordinary grapes into such a refined taste. In a sense, the wine-loving are truly blessed by the spirit world, especially those who are habitual drinkers." Within the winery, which features a wooden roof, there is a profound stillness. The president exhaled sharply, then finished off the glass of red wine in one go: "If you don't come out, I'll dismantle this entire winery—and with it, the wine stored in the cellars." After a brief silence, an elderly voice echoed from the winery: "A coward who spends his days running—when will he dare to come to my domain?" As he spoke, the surroundings began to warp. The world seemed to split, revealing a perfect mirror image—where the sky became the earth, rivers hung suspended in mid-air, and the grapevines, with their green tendrils, stirred and moved with life, as if alive and agitated. Cracks spread across these transformed scenes. The Woven Realm! "Hmm," the president remarked, "your Woven Realm still isn't fully restored. Unlike me, who has endless funds, let me show you my Treasury of Treasures—my collection is even richer!" A golden glow burst from beneath his feet, and a slender golden sapling pushed through the soil, growing swiftly. In moments, the sapling had grown into a towering tree, reaching a hundred zhang in height, with a thick trunk and lush, dense foliage, its canopy layered and expansive. Among the flourishing branches, hundreds of golden-tinged objects hung—swords, spears, shields, vases, jewelry, clothing, household appliances, cosmetics—each glowing with a radiant hue. The moment it appeared, the distorted world instantly came to a standstill.