"The goddess of beauty?" Boval's expression conveyed a touch of bewilderment, as if he hadn't quite grasped the meaning of those two words. After a few seconds, he remembered something and asked cautiously, "Do you mean the goddess of beauty from mythology?" In this B-tier dungeon, there竟然 hides an artifact of the legendary goddess of beauty? While a B-tier dungeon isn't bad, the rewards are truly exceptional! "I'm telling you the truth—this is a secret passed down through generations among the elves," the queen of the elves said, her voice filled with fear, striving to prove her words. "According to elven legend, when the goddess of beauty passed through a forest, she was struck in the neck by an arrow from her rival, the god of light. Her necklace fell into the forest below and has never been found again. "That very necklace has been the treasure of the elven people for generations—it provides us with a continuous flow of divine power. Every child born in the forest is born a true elf, naturally endowed with beautiful features and a graceful, alluring form. "Yet a year ago, it suddenly 'awakened,' radiating a stronger presence than ever before, enveloping the entire forest. To calm it, we have had to continuously seek out pairs of men, offering them joy and intimacy as sacrifices." "If we can't find a man, the force of desire will torment us, causing intense suffering—after three days, we'll lose our senses and unconditionally accept all male beings." What a dramatic beastly storyline—how much more evil than even the evil classes! Zhang Yuanqing murmured to himself. Yet he believed the origin of the aphrodisiac gas was far more complex than simply the necklace of the goddess of beauty. If the source were indeed the goddess's necklace, he would have already uncovered it. The main quest is clearly to 'identify' the source of the aphrodisiac gas, not merely to 'acquire' or 'tame' it. By rights, he should have already left the instance and returned to reality. Yet he hadn't. This indicates that the production of the aphrodisiac gas stems from a deeper, more fundamental cause. After listening to the queen's words, Bouvarel fell silent, pondering for a moment before about to speak, when suddenly a voice from behind him broke in: "Rod Leif—have you never had intercourse with a woman? Take care of your lower body, the day is drawing to a close; we must get them out of the forest now." Then, with the cloth tied over his eyes, Bouvarel heard Rod Leif's breath: "With no outside help arriving and no horses, how are we going to get these elves out of the forest? This female has deeply captivated me—indeed, the more reserved and distant she is, the more I want to take her, the more I can't bear to wait. "I intend to take her back and keep her close at hand, making her my personal servant—someone I can summon at will and dismiss whenever I please. I want to shatter her pride, to wear her out physically, and eventually sell her off. "I can't wait to have her on the dining table." Bouvarel did not intervene. Though the sun had already sunk behind the hills, its glow still clung to the horizon, and there was still ample time before nightfall. The companions outside the forest haven't yet brought their horses in. Since Rod Lief wishes to play with the elves and won't delay the main business, as their leader he will not obstruct. Reward hunters pursue money and freedom; they detest strict rules and rigid authority. He needs to grant his subordinates a certain degree of autonomy. With his eyes blindfolded, Bouvard "sees" the Elven Queen and speaks calmly: "Where is the necklace of the goddess of beauty?" As soon as he finishes speaking, he hears the cries of his subordinates, alarm calls, and the sounds of blades being drawn and bows drawn. Bouvard feels a sudden surge of alarm, quickly removes his cloth and turns around. There, a beautiful, graceful young woman sits on the edge of the table, holding Rod Lief's head in her hands, while his lifeless body lies at her feet, blood splattered across her torso. She smiles gently, her legs swinging leisurely, like a carefree young girl—both enchanting and mesmerizing, yet strangely cruel and bloodstained. A bounty hunter swung his dagger toward the young girl, and before he even reached her, her head snapped around to face behind him. Another bounty hunter drew his bow and fired a powerful arrow, yet the arrow vanished mysteriously, piercing his heart from behind. "Crack... crack..." The sound of broken cervical vertebrae echoed continuously as the bounty hunters fell one by one. Before Boval could react, fifteen of them lay dead. Boval was stunned, immediately turning his bow around and releasing the string toward the girl. He didn't ponder why the young woman of the elven tribe possessed such extraordinary strength, nor why the elves could command spirits. He set aside all distractions, focusing entirely on the battle. The arrow shot forth and instantly vanished, as Boval warped the trajectory of physical motion, causing it to strike the girl's chest directly. Yet the arrow truly disappeared—never to reappear. He paused, wondering if the girl possessed the same divine power he himself had cultivated. Zhang Yuanqing produced the little red hat, shook off a corpse, and directed it to charge toward Bouval. The two were separated by over ten meters; the corpse reached him in a blink. Suddenly, the straight-line charging corpse turned sharply to the left—its sense of direction had been distorted. Bouval snorted, drew his dagger, and drove it forcefully into the back of the corpse's head, then twisted the handle, tearing through the corpse's skull and disrupting the internal spirit array patterns. The corpse collapsed lifeless. Bouval immediately reversed his grip on the dagger and turned to the young girl, puffing out his cheeks to gather wine energy. At that moment, however, he suddenly felt an overwhelming fatigue, his limbs growing weak and heavy, sweat pouring from his armpits, a putrid odor emanating from his body, and his spirit beginning to wane—his focus and concentration faltering. It was as if he had contracted a severe illness and lay in bed, waiting to die. Unfamiliar with such a technique, Bouval was deeply startled and immediately resolved to flee. Then he saw a young girl standing at some distance, a miniature sun rising behind her head, a blazing sun seal appearing at her brow, her dark, beautiful eyes shifting to golden pupils, and her skin tinged with a deep gold hue. Bouvard felt his divine power rapidly dissipating, along with the fatigue and foul odors brought on by his illness. Zhang Yuanqing surged forward like a beam of golden light, delivering a straight punch to Bouvard’s face. "Crash!" Bouvard’s facial bones shattered, his entire face collapsing inward, and his body flew backward under the force of the impact. Zhang Yuanqing reached out, grasped Bouvard’s arm, pulled him back, and then launched another punch. This strike shattered Bouvard’s skull, sending bone fragments and brain tissue flying in all directions. "Hmm, not exactly sharp, is he? For a Level 7 character in a B-tier instance, he should be doing much better..." Zhang Yuanqing murmured. Then he realized—this was an instance dedicated to the Love-based profession. Yet the love-based professions lacked strong combat prowess, relying solely on charm and allure. Bouvar had already proven himself formidable; ordinary love-based characters simply couldn't hold their own. Suan Qing didn't bother to check on Bouvar's body, as everything on him was mundane—nothing of value to be licked. He approached the elven queen and said, "Are you well, Leader?" Zhang Yuanqing glanced toward the west and said, "Come with me." He picked up the Fairy Queen and took off toward the west. The sky gradually darkened, and the last rays of sunset were fading. Zhang Yuanqing flew the Fairy Queen above the forest, the hills and valleys rising and falling beneath them. After about half an hour, a valley appeared ahead. The sun-facing side was lush and green, while the shaded side was rocky and rugged. A small stream flowed through the valley. From a distance, Zhang Yuanqing spotted several young wolf pups playing—about the size of ordinary dogs but each with two heads. Several large wolves, resembling cows in size, lay motionless across the valley, with long ears and slender snouts, their icy-blue eyes sharp and fierce. The Fairy Queen whispered softly, "These are the magical creatures raised by our fairy clan to guard the relics of the Goddess of Beauty. I can guide you there—the relics are stored in a cave within the valley." Zhang Yuanqing replied calmly, "Wait until nightfall!" The Fairy Queen hesitated, then paused. Time flew by swiftly. Not long after, night fell and the sky began to scatter stars. Suddenly, a sweet, sensuous aroma, stirring desire, spread through the valley, carried by the evening breeze and slowly seeping into the forest. The dual-headed wolves in the valley were the first affected—the fierce intensity in their icy-blue eyes softened into the yearning of mating. The male and female wolves paired naturally, engaging in passionate coupling; meanwhile, the males without partners went mad, fiercely seizing upon their counterparts until one of them perished. "Ah~" a soft hum resonated in Zhang Yuanqing's ears. He saw the elven queen's cheeks flushed, her fair skin glowing with a delicate warmth, her clear, liquid eyes misty and dreamy. Her delicate teeth gently bit into her full lips, releasing a fragrant breath. "Love, Alice…" her legs unconsciously brushed against each other as she spoke, her voice sweet and velvety. "Your fingers are so beautiful…" Would you like to experience my two-fingered meditation? Zhang Yuanqing opened his inventory, pulled out a slender bamboo stalk, and gave it a sharp tap against the elegant rear of the fairy queen. The beautiful fairy queen cried out in pain, and the passion in her eyes swiftly faded, leaving her mind clear and serene. "Take me to the cave," Zhang Yuanqing said. He had chosen to wait until nightfall so as to verify whether the relics of the goddess of beauty were indeed located in the valley. Now it was confirmed. With her brief return to clarity, the fairy queen felt a profound surge of emotion—this demon, who claimed to inhabit the body of Alice, not only resisted the influence of the goddess's relics but also helped her regain her mental clarity. Her sense of fear deepened further; she only hoped the demon would accomplish his purpose and then depart as soon as possible. Hey, the goddess's enchantment seemed quite strong—even the mother wolf looked fresh and radiant, let alone the fairy queen! Zhang Yuanqing murmured this thought silently. The two of them arrived at the valley one after the other. The magical wolf in the valley ignored them, lost in the fervor of mating. The young wolf pups, however, were unaffected and rushed up to lick the queen's ankles. The elven queen picked up one of the pups and led Zhang Yuanqing across half the valley to a rugged outcrop on the shaded side. Between the exposed rock faces, there stood a dark cave. "Right inside," the elven queen said to Zhang Yuanqing. Noticing her composed expression, the queen set down the pup, stepped forward with her two large, graceful legs, and swayed her full hips, entering the cave first. Inside, the sweet, rich scent grew more intense. Zhang Yuanqing, relying on his unique abilities as a sun-wanderer and a void-being, managed to suppress the urge to join in the union. His eyes, unblinking in the darkness, wandered freely through the cave. After a few minutes, a stone bed appeared ahead. On the bed lay a head that was highly decayed—clearly female—and a string of bright, white pearls hung at the neck.