Finally, something tangible! Zhang Yuanqing felt a surge of energy. During the day, he had found the island rather ordinary—a place born of the goddess of beauty, a Class-S dungeon, and it shouldn’t have been so unremarkable. If the island offered nothing, then the castle must be hiding something. He had first arrived in the dungeon, sharing a humble existence with the goddess’s attendant, Helen, in the forest, and then spent a night with Heraxini in the archery workshop. He had never stayed overnight in the castle until tonight. If he had stayed in the castle even two days ago, he might have uncovered the island’s hidden narrative by now. Pushing Helen away from his arms, he sat up and bent to pick up the integrated long robe lying on the ground. "Hmm?" Helen stirred immediately, rubbing her eyes. "Aminni, where are you going?" Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers. Helen’s body softened, and she sank back into sleep, continuing to experience in her dreams the exquisite, yet exhausting, sensations of aching waist and back, and abundant, flowing pleasure. Zhang Yuanqing dressed himself and stepped forward, transforming into a brilliant streak of starlight, entering the courtyard and beginning his night journey, leaving the dome building filled with slaves, passing through the simple courtyard, and heading deeper into the castle. The palace of the goddess of beauty differed from European castles. While European castles were unified as one cohesive whole, the goddess's palace consisted of a series of dome- and spire-shaped buildings, some joined like twins yet each independent. By now, the night was deep, and most of the windows in the castle had gone dark, with only scattered square windows glowing faintly with candlelight. Zhang Yuanqing, blending seamlessly into the darkness, wandered aimlessly through the castle, waiting for the mysterious force to send out another ripple. The previous ripples had been too faint for him to pinpoint the source—only knowing that it originated somewhere within the castle, but not in the slave quarters where he himself resided. As he passed by one of the spire buildings, he was suddenly drawn by a soft, gentle moan. The moan was plaintive, yet full of pleasure, soft and tender, as if it could gently stir a man’s very heart. Looking up, it came from the fourth window on the left of the third floor of the main castle building, accompanied by a faint glow of candlelight. Zhang Yuanqing floated gently to the open square window and gazed inside. Fortunately, during the night wandering state, both breath and spirit fluctuations were shielded, otherwise the burgeoning passion would have been evident to the dominion-level love-focused professionals. Around Sektyra, men of all kinds gathered—slender, strong, young, and some with beard stubble—each passionately caressing the women's bodies, their admiration and desire manifesting as tangible presence. On the floor by the bed, seven or eight exhausted, sleeping "remnants" lay in a heap. If a photographer were stationed nearby, it would surely be a perfect scene of the Japanese heat wave. Indeed, the true masters of the island were the goddess of beauty and Sektyra herself—this realization struck Zhang Yuanqing suddenly. Given the nature of the love-focused professionals, the island's powerful guards, devotees, and even the half-divine, half-human hybrids should all be under Sektyra's sway. Should any conflict arise among the five divine offspring, Sektyra's supporters would undoubtedly be the largest group. Zhang Yuanqing remained undisturbed by the scene within the room and silently descended. After waiting and searching for a moment in the castle, the mysterious surge of energy arrived once more. This time, Zhang Yuanqing clearly sensed that the energy originated from beneath the ground—specifically, from beneath the main tower of the castle. He directed his gaze toward the most magnificent and splendid spired building, the lofty residence of the goddess Aphrodite. Aside from the clock tower, it was the tallest and most imposing structure, featuring two attached garden towers. The goddess's dwelling was strictly off-limits to all but her lovers, and even her lovers could only enter upon being summoned. These were details Zhang Yuanqing had learned from Heraxini. At the celebration banquet, he had hoped to explore precisely this main tower. The presence of such high-level energy—merely radiating a subtle aura—already evoked a sense of tension in him. Zhang Yuanqing took flight toward the main tower and paused at the closed, intricately carved bronze door. To be safe, he summoned a spiritual servant of Saint-level rank, instructing it to penetrate the wall and investigate the interior. A few seconds later, the spiritual servant emerged from the bronze gate, "Master, the building is empty, and there is no crisis." Zhang Yuanqing returned the spiritual servant, glanced around, and found no one present. He then dissolved his night-wandering state, transforming into a streak of starlight and entering the building. The first floor of the main building was spacious but lacked any excess furnishings—beyond the stone steps leading up to the second floor, there were only two storage room doors. In the pitch-black night, Zhang Yuanqing entered the storage room on the left, which housed pottery items such as bowls, pitchers, and plates. He then proceeded to the storage room on the right, which was empty, with no furniture or decorations. In a corner, there was an entrance to the basement, sealed with wooden planks bearing seal-like characters resembling tadpoles. Possibly due to prolonged lack of ventilation, the air carried a musty odor. Perhaps the goddess of beauty had sealed something beneath the ground... Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a few seconds, then drew out the Great Luo Star Disk, sat upon it, and began observing the stars to perform celestial calculations and predictions. A few minutes later, he received a warning from the simulation: forcibly breaking the seal would trigger a major crisis. The things beneath the earth were shrouded in darkness, invisible in the river of fate—thus, their status could be inferred as at least nine-tier. Whether they reached the status of half-gods, he wasn't certain, but logically, in a top-tier S-class quest, one wouldn't expect items or powerful beings of half-god rank. At that moment, the iron gate outside began to creak and opened. Then, footsteps approached the storage room. Someone had come? Zhang Yuanqing was startled and immediately transformed into a streak of starlight, departing the storage room. He appeared at the rear of the main building, activated his night journey, and flew toward the domed structure where the slaves resided. Upon returning to his room, he cradled Hesychia, who was flushed and deeply asleep, closed his eyes to feign sleep, and pondered the items in the storage room. Were the strongholds of the Goddess of Beauty's faction defending the island of Paphos directly related to the sealed entity beneath the main building? It's no wonder the goddess keeps people at arm's length from the main building—clearly, she doesn't want the underground seal to be discovered. Could the Light God's attack on Patras Island also be connected to the underground? Probably not. If the underground seal were so crucial, the goddess wouldn't have sought help from outside, and the Light God would have launched the assault long ago. "Yes, we can try entering the dreams of the divine offspring to gather intelligence. As for Seckettia, her rank is still unclear, but Cupid, Menia, and Sinicia are at least at the peak of level eight, up to the early level nine." "If it's the former, I can enter their dreams. As long as I don't show any hostility or intent to kill within the dream, they should remain undisturbed." While pondering this, Zhang Yuanqing was about to initiate the dream-jump when the simple wooden door suddenly rang with a knock. "Ding-ding!" The gentle tapping broke the stillness of the night. Zhang Yuanqing became alert: "Who is it?" A soft, graceful voice answered, laughing lightly: "Aminni, it's me. Will your door open for me?" Se Why did she come to me? With all those towering men, none of them could satisfy her—she still felt unsatisfied, so she picked me, a mere little caramel? Zhang Yuanqing mentally groaned, his cautious demeanor gradually easing. In his view, the profession of love was the least threatening. On one hand, love's offensive capabilities were limited and its combat strength weak; on the other, the passive nature of the Day-Spinner granted it strong immunity to various negative status effects, and as a being of pure void, it could effectively command desire. If Cupid had knocked on the door at night, things might have turned sour. Zhang Yuanqing lifted the fur blanket covering his waist and opened the simple wooden door, and there she was—Sectiya, breathtakingly beautiful. She wore a silk nightgown exceptionally costly for her time, her full and graceful form subtly revealed. Though she had endured a fierce struggle, her body still exuded a refreshing, subtle fragrance. She appeared like a sprite from the night, stepping into the humble slave’s room, and upon seeing her, the slave found himself aflame with desire, unable to contain it. The coarse slave turned away, bowing respectfully, "Great goddess, your arrival has filled this humble room with radiance. Please forgive me, I am unable to offer you wine or fine fare." Sectiya glanced at the sleeping Heraisini and smiled gently, "Aminni, if you wish to experience true delight, why seek my help, instead of this plain, unrefined woman?" She stepped forward, her hand gently tracing the strong chest of Aminni, "Have you forgotten the beautiful nights we once shared?" What?! Zhang Yuanqing desperately searched his memory—finding no recollection of Aminni and Sectiya, nor any mention from Heraisini. It seemed that Aminni and Sectiya had been exchanging private courtesies. Mostly Greek mythic, and deeply rooted in erotic romance—Zhang Yuanqing was utterly full of reservations. Seeing him unimpressed by her provocations, Sektithya slightly furrowed her brows, smiled, and said, "Amirin, we once faced each other with sincerity. Now, I still wish to be sincere with you." She was going to sleep with him... Zhang Yuanqing felt a bit conflicted. He wasn't averse to making love to a woman driven purely by passion—he'd done it so many times that he was already used to it—but Sektithya's status wasn't lower than his own. If she succeeded, it would mean he'd willingly surrendered his life to her. ——Making love to a woman driven purely by passion requires payment. If he refused, it would be unreasonable for an entity half-human, half-divine like Amirin to resist Sektithya's beauty; it simply wouldn't hold water. What if he sent his duplicate instead? Zhang Yuanqing had a sudden idea and smiled brightly, "O Great Goddess, I have always dreamed of being sincere with you. Thank you for your grace, but my room is rather modest—I would like to propose a different location." You'd better take a bath too! he thought to himself. Once Sektithya is dismissed, he'll be able Sektyra's beautiful face broke into a thoughtful smile. "You've misunderstood me, Amini. The genuine openness I'm seeking is simply a request that I'd like you to answer one question." "What question?" Zhang Yuanqing was momentarily taken aback. Sektyra's blue eyes fixed upon him, speaking slowly and deliberately: "What are you doing in the storage room of the main building?"