It's impossible! It's impossible! It's impossible! The three words "impossible" echoed continuously in Zhang Yuanqing's mind, stirring emotions so intense that he nearly lost his composure. The first impossibility: Catherine could not be Tanara. As Vice President of the Hunter's Guild and a master-level love-based profession, Catherine's status is publicly recognized. There are only a limited number of master-level love-based professionals, and each year, only six such individuals emerge from the killing dungeons—few and well-documented. Each master should be formally recorded. The Goddess Association must have investigated Catherine. Even if the dungeon records didn't list her spiritual realm ID, there was only one master-level love-based professional in Xin Yue County—Tanara—so they would certainly have had visibility and would have conducted an investigation. If the Goddess Association hadn't looked into Tanara, the President himself would have. The fact that neither side has taken any action indicates that Tanara's identity is secure. The second impossibility: if Tanara is indeed Catherine, then many of the senior leaders within the Order of the New Covenant must be her lovers. Then the rivalry between the factions should be one-sided, unless the evil faction makes a bold move and holds back its lovers, saving them for later. The third impossibility: if Dona is indeed Catherine, then tonight's gathering is a setup—her identity as the Celestial Master has already been exposed. Yet, in that case, why hasn't Catherine directly demanded recompense, asking for the fragments of the Sacred Disc? Not only Zhang Yuanqing, but even the holy sages caught in fear, and several of the Sovereigns, have all looked stunned. The fact that Catherine and Dona are one and the same is known to only the President of the Hunter's Guild. Catherine is Dona? The cocktail reception guests, accustomed to the familiar gray-haired beauty, are now stunned, momentarily at a loss. In the next instant, their expressions become overwhelmingly excited. It's all been a plot—an orchestrated scheme to eliminate the lawful Sovereigns. Thus, Catherine might very well survive, while Quemang is certain to meet his end. He felt at ease, and when he looked at the nearby sages, they too exhaled in relief, their faces glowing with surprise. "Lowly one! I wanted to emerge, and I did—you've been unable to contain me all along!" Katharina murmured, casting a quiet curse. She steadied herself, slightly retreating while glancing at Zhang Yuanqing and the others, appreciating their serious yet strained expressions. "Katharina is the one known as Tanara..." said Pansy Edison firmly. "How is that possible? How did you manage to conceal this from the headquarters of the Goddess Association?" How did you fool the president? Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself. Katharina smiled gently. "Because I am not Tanara—I am Katharina, the weak one, the wretched woman. Tanara is merely sharing my body with me." "Dual personality," Feng Qingyang said coldly. "Once, yes. Not anymore." "Katharine smiled, saying, 'When I was young, my stepfather sexually assaulted me. My biological mother, in order to maintain a comfortable lifestyle, chose to endure, pretend, and even assist my stepfather in controlling me. After a prolonged period of suffering, I came into being. Every time that man abused me, Dona would choose to send me out, forcing me to face him repeatedly—each time, to be violated again and again.' Katharine's tone and expression were filled with contempt and aversion. 'Why should I bear all the pain and suffering while she remains the beloved student in school, the top-performing student in the eyes of teachers? In adulthood, she broke free from the family, secured a wealthy husband through her beauty, and no longer needed me. Yet I did not vanish—I simply remained hidden and patient. It wasn't until years later, when the great deities awakened me, and another great being granted me an independent soul.' Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing found many of his lingering questions finally resolved. It's no wonder Catherine feels both envy and hatred toward Danna, no wonder she's been lurking within the Association of the Goddess of Beauty yet remains elusive. An independent soul... is Danna a dual-souled being? That's why the President and the Association have deemed her flawless—Danna truly is flawless. "Who was the other great entity that granted you your independent soul?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. Catherine smiled gently. "Why should I tell you, Master Zhang, you this deceitful one?" Master Zhang? Christine, Vinnie, and Pansy Edison all turned to Quming with expressions of astonishment. Was Quming the Master Zhang? Not the Master Zhang who had been secretly hunted down? Another revelation, following Danna and Catherine, left them utterly caught off guard. She indeed knows I am Master Zhang—my identity has been exposed long ago... Zhang Yuanqing felt a surge of alarm. He then heard Pansy Edison whisper, "The plan has failed. I'll take you all away." "Having said that, he quickly raised his hand and gave a firm, forceful grasp toward the empty space in front of the crowd. The space trembled violently, as if a cloth being blown by the wind, yet the envisioned spatial passage failed to unfold. On the high tier of spectators, Apophis, cloaked in darkness, spoke calmly: "Edison, you may go—I cannot stop you. But you cannot take them with you." Even the apex masters of the Void profession, nor the half-gods of the Mortal Poisoner and the Drunkard professions, could hold him; only the half-god of the Eternal Night, skilled in sealing and inducing sleep, could imprison him. Zhang Yuanqing suppressed his anxiety and sense of crisis, and took the initiative to speak to Catherine: "When did you first suspect me? How do you know I am Jumei?" He hoped to buy his companions time to think through their strategy—otherwise, at the very least, they could secure time for battle simulation and tactical planning, which would yield vastly different battlefield performances compared to a hasty response. Catherine, gazing at the man who had shared numerous intimate moments with her, looked at him with a graceful, alluring expression: "This time, I believe it's truly the essence of you. Rest assured, I won't kill you. I'll imprison you as a servant. You're the only man after the Magus King whom I've long cherished and thought of constantly." Zhang Yuanqing gave a cold laugh: "Compared to Tangna, you're truly lacking." He knew Catherine well—whenever he compared her to Tangna and praised her, Catherine's composure would instantly shatter. Catherine's face darkened, and she said coldly: "Do you think your concealment is flawless?" Indeed, with such intense mental pollution, and given that you're a magician, I have no grounds to doubt you. Yet, after all, a spy is always a spy—there will inevitably be flaws in their actions. "I had you arranged to assassinate Jumang, yet that very night, Jumang's movements were unusual—he drove alone to Desen River Park. Baxes and Hecate returned to the spiritual realm, but you managed to escape. Afterwards, the surveillance footage around Desen River Park was erased, leaving no trace. Yet, if we reflect on this, why clear up the evidence so thoroughly? Is there something to conceal?" Zhang Yuanqing remained silent, waiting for her to continue, because on its own, this evidence did not yet prove that the Master of Heaven's Path was a double agent—let alone raise any suspicion. Catherine went on: "The same pattern holds true in the battle at Xin Yue Port. Every time you participate in an operation, we suffer a decisive defeat, and yet you always return alive." "You claim you've clashed with official bodies in the Second District, yet the Second District knows of your name only sparingly—neither the Southern nor the Northern factions have ever heard of you. They even reviewed the roster of members who completed the Killing Rites Trials over the past few years, but couldn't find a single entry for 'The Master of Heaven and Earth.' Of course, it's possible you've used a fabricated spiritual realm ID. You're often unreachable—messages sent to you typically take a full day, or even two days, to be replied to. It seems you're not very comfortable using your phone and need specific times to check your messages. Most importantly, I once requested a price from you, but failed to secure it. Since then, I've begun to wonder: perhaps the Master of Heaven and Earth is not your true self. Then, who is your true self? Who your true self is may not matter—what matters is which faction you belong to and what your objective is in approaching me. That's why we devised the plan to engage with Taná—this is our way of testing you." "That day, when you approached Danna at TarTar restaurant, I finally realized you were one of the chosen ones—your companion, the one you brought, revealed his identity through his dining habits. While appearance could be feigned, habits remained constant. As for deducing that the Supreme Master was Spring God, well, after confirming you were an official member, it was merely a matter of slight association and bold speculation." She still didn't know my true identity... Zhang Yuanqing exhaled a sigh of relief. At that moment, Stephen Simpson's calm voice echoed throughout the room: "Catherine, the time for small talk is over." Having listened to her boast so long had been the greatest respect and tolerance she could show her partner and sovereign. "I've done my best!" Zhang Yuanqing turned to her companion beside her, speaking softly. "I'm sorry—this was my oversight. I've put you both at risk. From now on, please disregard me. The priority is survival." "There's no need for pretense—no point in being overly pessimistic. We've earned our standing and level through trials and battles, having faced life-or-death situations countless times. In the worst case, we can simply return to the Spiritual Realm. Fu Qingyang spoke rapidly: "I just reviewed the enemy forces: twelve Masters in total—three Death Poison Specialists, three Wine-Drinking Specialists, one Night Eternal, two Wind Mages, two Thunder Mages, and one Passion Specialist." "As for the Night Eternal specialist, Apophis, we can ignore him—he functions solely to seal space and won't engage in combat. The Passion Specialist, Tanah, is more challenging. The Swordsman has a passive ability known as 'Steel Will,' which makes her charm less effective. Her magical eyes also remain unimpressed by feminine allure. The only concern is Jumang—she holds a level advantage over us and lacks the resolve to resist the allure of women. You hold the Golden Phoenix Seal. Should Tanah succeed in captivating you, there's a strong chance she'll secure this artifact for the enemy." "I've always been reserved when it comes to women," thought Zhang Yuanqing, somewhat unconvinced. "I'll keep a close The Hong Luan star official's "threading of the red thread" is no less effective than the allure of passion. Fu Qingyang continued his analysis, speaking rapidly as if in a downpour: "Both the fatal poison master and the heavy drinker can be countered by the 'Golden Sun Seal.' The most challenging, however, is the cowboy Locke, a nine-tier peak dominator—his Golden Sun Seal may prove insufficient, requiring him to absorb the pressure and withstand the onslaught. Stop the killing master, you take charge of healing and bolster our endurance. Aside from the magical eyes, our defensive capabilities are relatively weak; the wind mage's self-control and the thunder mage's lightning strikes pose significant threats. Therefore, our battle plan is to first eliminate the wind and thunder mages, then target the other eight-tier dominators, and finally concentrate our forces against the peak dominators. Should the enemy's strength significantly surpass ours, we will shift to a defensive strategy, aiming to prolong the fight and await reinforcements." Zhang Yuanqing quickly surveyed the upper level, noting the eleven dominators present. He particularly favored eliminating the dominators specializing in the fatal poison master role, owing to his strong resistance to petrification, toxic mist, and morphological distortions. With the assistance of Fu Qingyang and others, along with the defensive artifacts, there is a strong chance of defeating a Sovereign. However, since the money gentleman has already made his arrangements, he will not micromanage—both the Immortal Poisoner and the Wine-Intoxicated one can be countered by the Power of the Sun God. The Wind and Thunder Mage poses a greater threat. Fu Qingyang then looks at Pan Xi Edison, "Vice President, will you stay here, or will you go to summon reinforcements?" Pan Xi Edison's face is serious, and he sighs, "I'll stay." The only beings capable of traversing the Spiritual Realm are the Void-class professionals, and the only ones who can save them are the half-god-level Void professionals—namely, the President. Since this was a carefully orchestrated ambush, the President must now be facing strong opposition. He can simply think with his toes and deduce that the President is currently trapped within the "Twisted Realm." He cannot enter the half-god-level rule-based artifact. Therefore, he cannot summon reinforcements. Even if he manages to find the President, what about this arena then? Fu Qingyang's battle plan was based on the assumption that his own peak-level master would remain in command. Once he departed, four master-level cultivators of the eighth rank, one of the seventh rank, along with a peak-level sage, would face off against twelve master-level opponents from the enemy—among whom two were of the ninth rank. They would be wiped out in minutes. That wouldn't be merely calling for reinforcements—it would be notifying the president to come and collect the remains. This is precisely why the rulers of the malevolent faction are willing to wait—should they yield, the strength of the Free Covenant will be further strengthened. Among these individuals, Fu Qingyang is the youngest powerholder in the Five Elements Alliance. Kristina Gustavson is one of the heirs of the Gustav Corporation. Winny Burunt is the chief prosecutor of the Heaven's Judgment branch in the New Covenant Province. The woman in the red dress remains unidentified; even the lowest-ranking Junmang holds the potential to become a sovereign. As for their combat prowess, these individuals stand out among the younger generation, though they will still need several years of development to truly challenge them. He lifted a corner of his mouth, removing the sports headband from his forehead. Instantly, pairs of golden-magic eyes emerged on his forehead, cheeks, chest, arms... High-grade pollution had arrived! The present saints all went berserk.