Ms. JOJO did not hesitate, responding, "The Prime Immortal wishes to seek vengeance against the Southern School and has entrusted me with gathering intelligence on its members—more the better." The Dog Elder found this no surprise. When the Prime Immortal was dying, he was consumed by rage, ultimately sacrificing himself alongside one of the principal villains, Cai Qinhè. Now, with the deceased returning, he could not possibly overlook the other two villains—the Southern School and the Night Rose. The Dog Elder asked, "And what are your thoughts?" Ms. JOJO tilted her head, saying, "The only approach I can think of is to have the Scholars intercept telegrams exchanged between Southern School members, and to dispatch scouts to follow their intelligence personnel and gather their secret codes." The Dog Elder sighed, "Esteemed one, espionage and intelligence operations are a matter of the 20th century." Ms. JOJO stood her ground, "I said so—I have no better idea!" "The Dog Elder sighed helplessly, "The disasters caused by moral decay have just subsided. You can identify which illusionists were responsible based on each district's investigation reports, then expand your scope to the areas surrounding the incident sites. Monitor and control the local animals and plants, and continuously listen to all human activity within the 24-hour radius. Well, I'll take care of that for you—just follow and learn from me." Miss JOJO happily meowed, then added, "That's what you've volunteered to do." The Dog Elder was about to nod when he suddenly remembered something, his expression darkening. "The Prime Immortal sent you here specifically to have me work for free... Hmph. This young man is becoming increasingly strategic." It's a clear strategy—by exchanging a master-level combat pet with proven battle and quest experience—the Prime Immortal has made it impossible for him to refuse. ... Jinshan City. Kou Beiyue was driving a black sedan through the morning rush hour traffic, heading toward the 'Mantou Logistics' company. He is currently the Vice President and Manager of the Marketing Department at "Mantou Logistics," specifically responsible for market expansion—securing market share. Under Fu Qingyang's patient tolerance, Mantou Logistics has steadily grown, emerging as the dominant force in Jinkang City within just two months. Now, courier companies such as Shunfeng Jingdong and Yuantong Yundada must go through Mantou Logistics to deliver packages to thousands of households across Jinkang City. The city's urban logistics operations are entirely monopolized by Mantou Logistics. According to Mantou's strategic plan, the company aims to capture logistics markets in surrounding cities within three years, raise capital and go public within five years, and establish warehouses nationwide within ten years, ultimately becoming a powerhouse in the express delivery industry. The Dongzhou branch of the Spirit Energy Association, though recently declined and now sustained only by one Queen of the Wus, remains one of the three major evil organizations and once produced a half-deity. It must therefore possess considerable information on its peers. The Human-Blood Steamed Bun has been developing well and is highly valued by the Queen of Wus, who has promoted him to the rank of Senior Official. Kou Beiyue hopes to use him to gather intelligence on the Southern School. However, he has yet to find a suitable pretext. Until now, he couldn't think of anything—until, as he was just about to enter the company, he noticed two police cars parked outside the entrance of the "Steamed Bun Logistics" office. What's going on? Kou Beiyue felt his heart sink and quickly pulled over, then dialed the Human-Blood Steamed Bun on his phone. "Bun, what's happening at the company? I saw police cars." The evil professionals are particularly sensitive to police presence. On the other end, the Human-Blood Steamed Bun responded angrily, "The finance team vanished yesterday, embezzling funds. They even secretly contacted outside parties to transport trucks and stole the valuable goods from the warehouse." "Kou Beiyue immediately furrowed her brows: "Finance isn't your relative's relative, is it?" "Damn it! That dog has developed a gambling addiction. Only now do I realize he's got several million in high-interest loans that can't be recovered—without them, my company is finished. If only we'd known earlier that the value of integrity was vanishing, we could have made a solid profit." The human blood bun complained bitterly. I can borrow from Yuanshi Tianzun... Ku Beiyue had just meant to talk about money, when suddenly she realized this was an opportunity. Right away, she said: "Returning props for money is the most foolish thing to do. We're evil professions—never heard of anyone going broke and having to borrow." The Person-Blooded-Mutton remained silent for several seconds, as if shifting positions, then murmured: "What do you plan to do? Your moral value has been restored. You'd better not make a mess now." Ku Beiyue persuaded: "We can borrow from our peers. After our moral value vanished, those others haven't stopped enriching themselves." There was a pause of about five to six seconds on the phone, and the Person-Blooded-Mutton whispered: "I understand what you mean. When the security officer leaves, come to my office—we'll discuss it." After hanging up, Ku Beiyue happily dialed Xiao Yuan's number, reporting her progress and raising a question: "Xiao Yuan, I feel it's too coincidental—something doesn't quite add up." She had just needed a reason, and it had already come to her. "Did you forget what the Prime Immortal's profession is?" Xiao Yuan said lightly. Night You Shen, what's going on... Kou Beiyue mumbled, then suddenly stopped, realizing what Xiao Yuan meant. The young Prime Immortal has finally become a strategic player behind the scenes! ... After hanging up the phone, Xiao Yuan crossed her arms and looked at the man behind her, frowning. "You don't need to help him so much. Beiyue isn't the child he used to be. He has the capability to complete his tasks independently." Her coat and blouse were scattered on the floor, and she was wearing only a black bra, the shoulder straps slipping off her smooth, fair shoulders, so she had to use one hand to protect her chest. Zhang Yuanqing wrapped his arms around her slender waist, gently kissing her neck, gently licking her earlobe, and murmured, "For the Star Officials, they're all just pieces. I take the initiative to move them—this gives me more confidence. The more critical the steps, the less I want the pieces to think for themselves. I truly don't feel at ease when Beiyue handles things on his own." In his memory, Kou Beiyue was still that little boy who relied on his mother and sister, always concerned with appearances—brave, bold, and fiercely determined, all the way through. "You, uh, you have your own ideas, right? Just... go with it," said Xiao Yuan, hesitating before suddenly feeling her voice and demeanor were off. Frustrated, she pushed him away. "When we're talking, just keep your hands and feet to yourself." Zhang Yuanqing came back again, asking, "It's been two months since we separated—doesn't Xiao Yuan Auntie still care about me?" "No," Xiao Yuan replied, her expression cold and composed. Your soft, gentle body certainly doesn't say that. Zhang Yuanqing smiled. "Xiao Yuan Auntie, after this mission concludes, I'll request from the Marshal to invite you to join the Baihu Army. We'll go together into the guild's dungeon quest." Xiao Yuan nodded. Though promoted to Master Rank, the turbulent times still left her feeling urgent. And she still needed to avenge herself against the Southern Faction—there was still a long way to go before reaching the rank of Level 7 Master. Zhang Yuanqing changed his tone: "Miss Xiao Yuan, once you join the White Tiger troops, you'll be a White Tiger for a day, and a White Tiger for life!" Miss Xiao Yuan was momentarily stunned, not quite grasping the meaning. Then she saw Zhang Yuanqing open his inventory and pull out a short knife. "Thwack!" Zhang Yuanqing was sent flying off the bed by a solid slap. He burst into rage: "You woman! Just a moment ago, you were welcoming me with open arms, offering endless gratitude—now you've stripped me bare, sent me flying off the bed! What kind of beastly behavior is this?" With that, he picked up the knife and charged onto the bed, launching into battle. The double bed shook violently, echoing with sharp clashing sounds. Soon, the commotion ceased and the blade fell, the bed gently swaying, the room filled with warmth and intimacy. After a passionate embrace, Zhang Yuanqing, satisfied and content, wrapped his arms around Miss Xiao Yuan, savoring the lingering pleasure. During the two days when Guan Ya was away, he stayed at Xiao Yuan's home, daily observing the stars or engaging her in fitness exercises. The first one gathers rare materials and treasures within the spiritual realm, providing resources for Yin Shi to ascend to the status of Sovereign. These materials are particularly difficult to obtain, as Yin Shi differs from ordinary Yin Shi. He retains the skills of the Stars and the Moon, making him no mere sixth-tier flesh-body Yin Shi—thus requiring special materials. The second one is helping him locate components for the Thunder God's armor set. The current Thunder God armor no longer matches his combat strength or level, and since Sovereigns find it hard to upgrade, supplementing the armor set is the most effective way to rapidly enhance his power. Five days remain until the seven-day period he had arranged. During this time, Zhang Yuanqing is considering what else he might do—ah, he should also gather intelligence on the Tongzhou Association. With this thought, he picks up his phone from the nightstand and sends a message to Jiang Ju: "I'd like to meet with Jiang Headmaster." Jiang Ju replies: "What's there to see in an old man? I'll ask on your behalf." A few minutes later, Jiang Ju responds: "The old man has agreed—let's meet tonight at eight." I sent someone to the airport to wait for you—oh, I forgot you've also been promoted to Master! Come on yourself." Then she sent over a location. Hey, the Fire Master's efficiency is truly outstanding! Zhang Yuanqing typed back: "No problem. Please pass on my greetings to Jingwei." ... Eight o'clock in the evening, a mountain villa in the southern outskirts of the capital city. Zhang Yuanqing rode upon a five-clawed golden dragon, landing gently in the courtyard, its slow, languid gait still wobbling. From the Song Sea to the capital, over 1,200 kilometers—this five-clawed golden dragon had slept six times, even with Zhang Yuanqing using the Artisan's Ring to skip two naps and reduce the cost. As soon as the dragon touched down, it shrunk in size and wrapped itself around Zhang Yuanqing's right arm, snoring loudly, its breath like thunder. "Wonderful! What kind of item is this? So impressive—show it to me!" A light, swift figure rushed over, her fiery red hair flowing in the breeze. Jingwei, who had been waiting patiently by the fountain, eyes shining with