A hall in the medieval style. Zhang Yuanqing appeared at the head of the table, watching as one after another, figures stepped into view—precisely the masters of the organization. Aside from the King of the Magic Eye and the Lady Master of the Stop-Killing Palace, all the other masters instinctively turned toward the vividly made-up "Apple Pie," the Western woman with black hair and brown eyes. She had defined eye lines, a glossy lip gloss, and a slightly thick foundation—exactly the kind of glamorous makeup worn by a nightclub queen. Even Xia Hou Aotian, who had always thought women should be unremarkable and merely serve as his secondary consorts, could not help but be enchanted, gazing at her with growing admiration. The master of passion at the eighth rank—someone who could captivate a crowd simply by dusting a gray powder on their faces—was no exception. Apple Pie smiled softly, her expression warm and suggestive. "Master, shall I step aside?" She didn't wait for Zhang Yuanqing's reply. The Lady Master of the Stop-Killing Palace spoke calmly, "No need." Though her voice was soft and melodious, it carried the weight of a morning bell or a dusk gong, instantly Xiahou Aotian examined the apple pie, composedly asking, "Have you been married? Do you have a boyfriend?" Upon hearing this, the apple pie's smile widened. "Though I don't particularly favor young men, if it's a young prodigy, I'd be quite open to a beautiful and enjoyable experience." She wouldn't actively pursue connections with other dominators from the same organization—office romance wasn't exactly encouraged—yet if someone came to her proactively, she would be delighted. Passion in her career was about sleep, building relationships through intimacy. Xiahou Aotian nodded, stroking his chin, murmuring, "I may not have a virgin's ideal, but I'm quite striking—my career isn't exactly glamorous either. Still, I must say, I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you. Hmm, if we're to build a harem, you'd probably fit best as a lover, rather than a close confidante or a primary spouse..." What on earth was he saying? The dominators looked utterly bewildered. Zhang Yuanqing coughed, interrupting Xiahou Aotian's murmured words, and said, "Let's cut to the chase. It's meeting time now. Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, the first coordinated operation of the returning the deceased has begun." The masters of Jishi Society, along with Deng Jingguo and Xiahou Aotian, all looked at him with expressions of curiosity. They were unaware of Zhang Yuanqing's plan. Upon receiving the notification to convene tonight, they had arrived at the realm using the directional transmission jade token gifted by the society's president. Zhang Yuanqing said, "I intend to target the senior leadership of the Southern Branch of the Void Sect." At this announcement, the masters of the first region all looked astonished, while only Xiahou Aotian's eyes sparkled with excitement, his face beaming with enthusiasm. "Excellent! This will be our first major breakthrough in establishing the reputation of the returning the deceased. Indeed, Master Yuansheng, your initiative is truly impressive. Even if you hadn't mentioned it, I had already planned to suggest you take the initiative." The rulers of the second region exchanged thoughtful glances at him—only a true prodigy who had once scolded a half-god could command such assertiveness and confidence. Deng Jingguo felt a spark of excitement. If successful, the campaign to eliminate a ruling dynasty would yield immense rewards. After careful consideration, he said: "The Void Sect is a large, well-organized entity. To strike its senior leadership means we must be prepared for a siege by high-level rulers—indeed, even peak-tier rulers might personally intervene." "Master, do you feel confident about this?" "I can't guarantee it, since our adversaries are the Void Sect—masters of the most elusive and unpredictable illusions. And behind the southern faction, there may be even higher-level strategic maneuvers at play," Zhang Yuanqing subtly indicated Ling Tu without explicitly mentioning it, then glanced around at the rulers seated at the table. "Today's meeting is about finalizing our strategy. You all are seasoned rulers with extensive experience. If you believe it's viable, please commit; if you feel it's too risky, you're welcome to withdraw." The leaders of Jishhe Society nodded in approval, clearly fair—no pressure to participate! Zhang Yuanqing said, "Our targets are the Third and Ninth Elders of the Southern Sect, corresponding to the Eighth and Seventh Levels. According to the Southern Sect's tradition, they spend most of their time hidden within their own woven dream worlds, which are highly concealed and nearly impossible to locate. Only a master of illusion, holding a specific artifact and reciting a spell while channeling spiritual energy, can open the entrance to this dream realm." Hearing this, Suofia, Chen Shu's personal bodyguard, spoke up: "Then how do we find the Third and Ninth Elders of the Southern Sect? Even if you manage to guide Southern members into the dream world, that would still be like flying into a flame—like a moth rushing toward a candle." Deng Jingguo nodded in agreement: "Fighting the Southern Sect's masters within the dream realm truly is a one-way trip to certain death." Zhang Yuanqing smiled and said, "You needn't worry about these. I have a plan to drive them out of the Dream World. All you need to do is, after the Southern Sect elder exits the dream realm, either assist me in ambushing him or prevent any senior Southern Sect leaders from coming to his rescue. As for the half-gods, don't worry— we have the Void half-god, the White Tiger half-god, and the Beauty—divine half-god." He almost said "Beauty Demon," a nickname given by his uncle to that divine half-god. According to his uncle, the Beauty Demon was a being so formidable that even the evil half-gods trembled at the mere mention of her name. Since the evil professions, known for their fierce and aggressive natures, were particularly vulnerable to overwhelming beauty and allure, none dared to challenge her. However, the Beauty Demon herself had relatively weak offensive power and could only be pressed by the might of her opponents—over the past decade, only the Mage King had managed to exert significant pressure on her. And since the Mage King has been steadily doing nothing, the accumulation of cause-effect chains and the gradual erosion of the Holy Cup have made it perfectly acceptable to simply have To some extent, the demon king has successfully enjoyed the benefits of the charming demons. Hearing Yuan Shi Tian Zun's words, the rulers of the first district immediately felt reassured. Deng Jingguo raised his hand and said, "I'm in!" The beautiful woman, "Apple Pie," thought for a moment and smiled, "Since my charm is countered by illusionists, I'll pass." "I'm not particularly interested in land-based matters," the young, handsome spider remarked. He was a sea spirit, not skilled in land combat, and lacked any means to counter illusionists. Sindele, as a lightning mage, shared the same profession with Deng Jingguo, and since hunting a null-being didn't require such a large force, he also chose not to participate. After confirming the participants, Zhang Yuanqing assigned tasks: "The Palace Master, the Mage with the Eye, and Little Circle—join my duplicate. JOJO will handle support and vigilance. Summer Hou Aotian, Sophia, and Deng Jingguo—join me as the main body." Later, I'll have the president send you the transmission jade symbols. We'll meet at Fu Family Bay at midnight tonight." He had originally intended to wait a bit longer, since neither Youqing nor her uncle had yet gathered the materials and tools. But then he thought—under normal circumstances, with four against one, they could win even without opening their eyes. There was no need to delay further. After all, gathering materials and tools was highly uncertain; what if they never managed to collect them? They couldn't just keep waiting indefinitely. Thinking it over, Deng Jingguo asked, "How will the spoils be distributed?" "According to contribution!" Zhang Yuqing replied. Deng Jingguo nodded slightly. Seeing no one else speaking, Zhang Yuqing declared, "The meeting is adjourned!" ... Fujian Province, Yurong City. The "Brainstorm," just returned from the black market, now holds a well-dressed, graceful woman with a curvaceous figure and returns to the apartment. Brainstorm is now well into his fifties, yet as a Dream Weaver, he can effortlessly change his appearance. In his current form, he's a fresh-faced, creamy-looked young man reminiscent of a rising star—refined features, a neat two-tone haircut, and effortlessly charming, capable of dancing with a basketball in his hands and a pair of cargo pants. Thanks to his striking looks, he regularly brings home beautiful women without spending a cent or resorting to any pressure—each woman willingly joins him on the bed, no persuasion or coercion needed, preserving his moral integrity. "Saying this, he pressed down on the woman's shoulders. In fact, he had always adhered to the principle of white-sipping—rarely willing to spend money on women—until recently, when he successfully bid for a master-quality item at the Wanbao House auction for the ninth elder. As a result, he received a substantial cash reward along with a small amount of magical artisan materials. Over the past few days, he has frequently visited the black market, aiming to exchange his cash for materials. With ample cash and a cheerful mood, he finally purchased the handbags. Occasionally treating the woman to small meals is also a pleasant addition, allowing him to enjoy royal treatment when they're together in bed. After a series of musical and verbal performances, the eager "brainstorming" session quickly took over. He lifted the woman and laid her against the bed's edge, beginning their joyful pursuit. As their bodies rubbed against each other, sparking life's energy, and as their souls truly collided, he trembled throughout, feeling a tingling, numbing pleasure surge from his tailbone all the way to his head. At that very instant, he went rigid, and a terrifying shadow in a red bridal gown appeared behind him, pressing tightly against his back. He had been possessed. Meanwhile, a faint glow of starlight rose before him, and a beautiful woman with black eyes set with strange crimson pupils stepped out of the light, holding a golden pocket watch in her hands. Click! The watch lid opened, and the woman with the red pupils gently held the chain, swaying it back and forth. Suggestion? Hypnosis?! The possessed man's mind raced, unable to resist or evade, feeling his consciousness growing dizzy and his spirit gradually dispersing, unable to cohere. After a few seconds, the hypnosis succeeded—the woman's eyes grew dull and vacant, and she stood motionless. The young lady lying on the edge of the bed had already fallen unconscious. Lady Yin Yao withdrew the pocket watch and reached into her small bag at the back, pulling out a small horn. "Now you are to meet the Ninth Elder." After repeating it several times, the brainstorming figure, expression now dazed, opened his inventory and retrieved a bronze compass inscribed with mysterious, ancient runes. "Tell me the incantation to activate the compass," asked Lady Silver Yao again. The brainstorming figure recited the incantation faithfully. Satisfied, Lady Silver Yao folded her small microphone and placed it beside the luxury handbag on the desk. A hand extended from the void, grasping the compass; its owner stepped out of invisibility, slowly materializing. Throughout the entire process, he remained in a nocturnal state, maintaining concealment to avoid being discovered midway by the Sovereign of the Night. Zhang Yuanqing, his face adorned with vine-like patterns, took out the little red hat, retrieved Lady Silver Yao and the ghost bride, immediately infused the sorcerer's spiritual energy and chanted the incantation, thus opening the realm of dreams. "Risky move—I'll wager that if the southern semi-god I'm awaiting in this dream realm is indeed there, then my uncle's prediction is correct..." His figure then vanished into the bedroom.