The phone reading: Qingya vanished into the living room, leaving Qin, the young lord, standing there, disheveled and confused for a while. Eighty Electronic Book "What does this all mean?" He couldn't understand why the beautiful Monitor had reacted so strongly. It shouldn't have been that bad, right? Wasn't it possible that over a thousand medicinal seedlings had all been killed by him? It couldn't have been that bad—even with only a few percent survival rate, at least several dozen should have survived. In fact, Qingya had indeed killed all the medicinal seedlings; not a single one had survived. Initially, the seedlings planted in flowerpots grew well, but after just three days, they began to wilt one after another, and eventually, entire patches of them died. Despite the Monitor's best efforts, not a single seedling had been saved—she had been quite frustrated. Fortunately, she hadn't made grand promises to the senior staff at the beginning, so no one was aware of this issue. Otherwise, they would have had to laugh her out of the room. She wasn't willing to give up, had even considered asking Qin Feng to bring over another batch to plant, but they still wouldn't survive—mainly because she was afraid Qin Feng would laugh at her. So, she'd never mentioned this matter before, truly unable to understand how, on a planet where environmental pollution was so severe, plants could thrive so vigorously, yet fail to survive when transferred to a better environment. "Another response: 'Definitely not a trap. Both the Wushen Sect and the Blood Clan have suffered heavy blows. Even if they unite, they still can't stand a chance against us, the wolves. Since they've extended the invitation themselves, they must be sincere!' 'Agreed,' the third person added. A few days ago, the wolves received an invitation from the Blood Clan, proposing a joint alliance with the Wushen Sect to open the gate to the Magic Realm and seek allies for their revenge. Whether it was the Blood Clan or the Wushen Sect, both had been thoroughly upended by Qin the Young and the beautiful officer Isabella—especially the Blood Clan, which had nearly lost all its high-level members; the Wushen Sect came close to being wiped out, far worse off. After a period of recovery, these groups began to stir again. Unwilling to accept their earlier defeats, they naturally came together." The vampires, werewolves, and fae are three traditional European races that have thrived for thousands of years, with a civilization history no less impressive than that of the Chinese civilization in the East. Yet the current situation—unprecedented in all those centuries—has only recently come to pass. "Once we open the portal to the magical realm and let those monsters in, will it ultimately benefit or harm us?" asked the werewolf, who was smoking. Several of his subordinates remained silent for a long while before one finally spoke, "Given the current circumstances, it should be beneficial. After all, we've endured so much internal strife among our three races, suffering serious setbacks; to recover, we must now rely on external support!" Another added, "Indeed, the decline of the vampire and fae line is not good news for us. The werewolves have never been particularly strong—only when our rivals grow powerful do we feel truly strong. When our rivals weaken, even if we dominate Europe, what then?" The man tossed his cigarette aside and declared, "Then let's form an alliance with them and open the portal to the magical realm!" A group of people walked deeper into the forest, soon meeting representatives from the other two clans. The blood and spirit clans welcomed the werewolves with great respect, which made the werewolves feel honored. The three clans quickly reached an agreement. The werewolf chieftain was elected as the leader and seated in the main position. With a proud expression, he couldn't help but lift his chin and said, "The magic gate's opening must be a matter of expertise for you two. Please, enlighten us!" The blood clan chieftain, a lesser count, stood up and said, "All that is needed is the pure blood of our three clans, combined with the blood of twelve virgins, to open the magic gate and awaken the magical beings within." "Awaken?" the wolf king frowned. "Will the magical beings follow our commands?" The blood clan chieftain nodded. "Yes, they will obey the commands of those who carry blood. At that time, we will each lead a mighty army to first eliminate the Chinese cultivation realm, and then dominate the world." "One werewolf couldn't help asking, 'What is pure blood?' The spirit leader replied, 'Those members of the clan with more pure bloodline heritage carry pure blood within them. I believe all three clan leaders meet this criterion. As for the remaining twelve virgins, that's easier—we simply need to encircle one high school. Even if it were a hundred and twenty, we'd manage just fine!' The bloodline leader immediately corrected, 'Actually, let's find a primary school instead. Today's youth are so progressive; it's hard to find even a few virgins among the high school students.' The wolf king laughed heartily, 'That makes sense. We can encircle several schools, capture more young women, and enjoy the process beyond just blood extraction!' His suggestion, though well-received, sparked some dissatisfaction among others, yet no one dared to voice it." After laughing heartily, the Wolf King said, "Since everyone has reached an agreement, there's no point in lingering any longer. You're fully capable of handling the capture of people—our wolf clan will step back and remain out of the way. Go now and don't let me wait too long. Remember to bring me a few water-spirit girls, young and delicate—hahahaha!" The Blood Clan and the Witch Spirit leaders were furious but could say nothing. They had hoped that their alliance among the three clans would serve the shared goal of opening the Gate to the Magical Realm, not to harm young girls. According to their original plan, they only needed to capture twelve girls, draw blood from them, and then release them. Now, however, it seemed these girls would face a far more tragic fate. Yet, for the sake of the greater cause, they could not afford to dwell on such details. They simply adopted the well-known Chinese saying: "Those who achieve great things do not fuss over small matters." The Blood Clan and the Witch Spirit leaders then departed to oversee the capture of the girls. After all, this task was well within the capabilities of their junior members—both leaders would not need to personally intervene. The wolf king seemed still somewhat dissatisfied, clearing his throat and saying, "We've been hungry since we started our journey—have you prepared a banquet? Please serve the dishes quickly!" The two exchanged a glance. They had long known the wolf king to be ungenerous, but never so ungenerous as this. If it weren't for being pushed to the brink, who would dare cooperate with him? This was the territory of the Wushen clan. The Wushen chieftain gave a subtle signal to those behind him and then said, "Since our clan suffered a major setback, our daily life has become more pressing. We kindly ask the wolf king not to mind."