Wearing a race suit, Bai Long stood on the steps and looked down at Zhang Yuanqing, teasingly saying: “If you don’t make it into an S-level Spirit Realm again, I’m certain you’ll manage to knock out Li Xianzong once you emerge.” Green Vine rolled her eyes with a graceful expression: “You’re just a bad omen!” Another S-level Instance? I’d rather face Li Xianzong again—Zhang Yuanqing replied. "I’ve asked Wang Tai about this, and he said there’s no record of anyone entering three consecutive S-level Instances in the collected data." Da Ji Ba was taken aback: “Is there such a dataset? I haven’t heard of it.” Is this public data available anytime for checking? Oh—since you’re a Fire Master, that’ll do… Zhang Yuanqing returned a polite smile. Tang Guoqiang sighed: "Last time at Ping Tai Hospital, we couldn't knock out Li Xianzong—it was such a pity. Yuan Shi, be careful these days—I sense he’s holding something in reserve. We’ll keep searching and try to resolve it for you as much as possible. But you know, finding Spirit Realm Walkers among the vast sea of people isn’t easy." Green Vine gently reminded: “Be cautious during your visits over the coming days—don’t let yourself be followed.” With their past experience of team members going missing, these captains were deeply concerned that the still-emerging Yuan Shi Tian Zun might be quietly undermined by Li Xianzong. The loss would be significant indeed. After a brief conversation, they parted ways with good spirits and simple farewells. Back at the restaurant, Zhang Yuanqing continued to eat heartily while Guan Ya only managed half of her steak before stopping—now picking at honeyed melons. “Are you not eating?” Zhang Yuanqing asked. “The physical activity isn’t that intense,” Guan Ya said with a quiet smile. “I don’t need much.” Zhang Yuanqing then moved the half portion into his own plate. The mixed-blood beauty didn’t seem to mind, lightly teasing: “If it were Jing Wei, you’d definitely have her fight you to death over this food. By the way, I’m also planning to enter an Instance soon—this time a multi-person Spirit Realm.” Zhang Yuanqing chewed on his steak and smiled: “We might just end up matching for the same Instance. If Wang Tai were here, he’d say: Based on data analysis, the probability of meeting someone you’ve been eyeing in the city square who happens to like you is even lower than that.” Guan Ya blinked: “Isn’t it actually even less direct?” This old Lao Si Ji… Zhang Yuanqing looked down and continued eating meat. In a local Spirit Realm, matching chances are higher—yet given the volume of Spirit Realm Walkers and the limited number of Instances, the likelihood that two people you know personally would both match for the same one is quite low. If such a match occurs—it’s truly fate. After lunch, Zhang Yuanqing donned a baseball cap and mask, transforming into Wang Tai’s appearance, and departed from Fu Jiawan as a Night Wanderer. After running continuously for several hundred meters—having practiced two consecutive night-wandering techniques—he finally emerged clearly before boarding a shared bicycle to head home at a steady pace. He hadn’t visited the school in quite some time; he’d invited a few classmates over for meals and asked them to represent him in registering. Had it not been that his family needed an explanation, Zhang Yuanqing would have already withdrawn from university. “Once I save up enough money next year, I’ll retire with a business venture—my outer grandfather and grandmother should support that. As long as they agree… that’s all.” Pedaling leisurely, he thought through these thoughts. As for his mother’s opinion, Zhang Yuanqing wasn’t going to worry about it—he hadn’t spent much of her money over the years. Upon returning home, he slept a while and upon waking found it already dusk. On the floor of his bedroom, he saw Xiao Doubi climbing up and down with his uncle's wallet on top of him. Recently, Jiang Yubi’s underwear has been washed frequently—either hung outside or stored in the closet—and Xiao Doubi still can’t reach these spots, so she now brings financial value to the household instead. Zhang Yuanqing routinely pulled out three bright red bills and then asked Xiao Doubi to return the wallet. While waiting for dinner, he launched a game—Xiao Doubi rested her head on Zhang Yuanqing’s chest, cradling one handle with both hands, gazing intently at the television screen, pretending she was playing too. Zhang Yuanqing played mindlessly while mentally reviewing the recent Instance Guides he’d studied. His clear goals over the coming period were now well defined: to practice combat skills, study multi-person Spirit Realm Guides for Elevated Stages, and remain vigilant against tracking and hunting by Li Xianzong. As dinner approached, Zhang Yuanqing heard the security door open, followed by Jiang Yubi’s voice: “Mom, I’m hungry—has dinner been ready yet?” “The dinner is just about to be made,” came the grandmother’s reply, faintly audible. After a few seconds, the bedroom door opened and Jiang Yubi peeked in, seeing Zhang Yuanqing playing games—the moment she smiled warmly and closed the door behind her: “Let’s play together!” Jiang Yubi sat down beside him and picked up the handle from his head: “Why are you holding that handle over your head?” At this instant, Zhang Yuanqing sensed a wave of "injustice" and "anger" emanating from Xiao Doubi. But within seconds, Xiao Doubi forgave Jiang Yubi—slipping down from Zhang Yuanqing’s back to climb toward her, then hugging her thigh and resting her head on it to watch the screen. Even an infant spirit craves maternal affection… Zhang Yuanqing couldn’t help but feel moved. At this moment, Jiang Yubi lowered her voice confidentially: “I’ve been thinking about something recently.” “What is it?” Zhang Yuanqing focused intently on the screen, manipulating the handle. “Your ability is to become invisible, isn’t it? You suddenly appeared before me that day.” “It’s true,” Zhang Yuanqing replied. “Well—I just started wondering…” Jiang Yubi said while holding the handle: “Did I steal your underwear?” Zhang Yuanqing felt a moment of discomfort—his head tingled—and turned to her, speaking with strong indignation: “How could you accuse me? As a leading officer in the Supernatural Special Operations Team, I’m noble and righteous—I couldn’t possibly have stolen my own aunt’s underwear.” He spoke with such gravity as if deeply insulted. And what would I need to be invisible to steal your underwear? Jiang Yubi glanced at him: “Ah—well, I overthought it—that was my mistake.” She suddenly dropped the handle and rushed toward Zhang Yuanqing’s wardrobe. “!!!” Zhang Yuanqing demonstrated a more agile movement than during any combat training—he kicked his legs out and pushed Jiang Yubi down. Jiang Yubi landed with a soft thud on the floor. The two engaged in a brief struggle—finally, Jiang Yubi sighed and said: “I knew it—I’ve finally caught you—the little offender who stole my underwear!” She shouted loudly: “Mom, Yuanzi stole me… ohhh…” Zhang Yuanqing covered her mouth: “It wasn’t me—it’s true. Well, what do you want then? Just say it.” Jiang Yubi nodded softly and uttered a few murmurs before she settled down. Zhang Yuanqing released her hand. “Please share more about Supernatural Beings with me. Return my underwear. From now on, when we go shopping, you pay—I’ve kept so many items for you over the years—it’s time to repay.” “And how long have you been watching my bank account? Is that how a senior should behave?” “And how is it that you treat me as such a junior?” After dinner, Zhang Yuanqing barefoot practiced combat movements in his bedroom for half an hour before going to bed without washing his feet. He summoned Xiao Doubi and gave her clear instructions: “From now on, never steal Jiang Yubi’s underwear—otherwise, I’ll give you a good spanking.” Xiao Doubi kept crawling around the bed—unclear whether she had truly listened. At that moment, Xie Lingxi called. Zhang Yuanqing paused his training and answered the phone. “Brother Yuan Shi, we’ve been out of Jinshui Water Park for nearly a month now—you’re planning to enter a Spirit Realm soon, aren’t you?” Xie Lingxi’s voice was clear and bright: “I’m also planning to enter one—unfortunately, the next Instance is exclusive for Musician Skills.” She expressed her disappointment at not being able to join him on this adventure. “Soon—I might even be doing it today. I’ve been reviewing Instance Guides lately,” Zhang Yuanqing replied casually. Then he asked: “What did the Palace Master do to you?” Xie Lingxi said with a pained tone: “She hung me up—she kept me suspended for several hours. Though she’s off to the Northland now, she won’t return in the near term.” “What is it that she's doing there?” “Oh—it turned out she discovered leads into the downfall of the Chu family decades ago. Recently, she’s been eliminating many members from the Army Council—she hopes to avoid encountering a Tier-1 Supreme Champion.” Although often bullied by the Palace Master, Xie Lingxi’s concern wasn’t feigned. “How terrifying is a Tier-1 Enchantment Demon?” “The Tier-1 Enchantment Demon corresponds to a Senior Elder of the Five Elements Alliance. Each such champion is formidable—according to what I know, only two or three have died under official siege over the past few decades. More have perished during Spirit Realm missions.” Xie Lingxi spoke with growing seriousness: “The strongest Champion of the Army Council is known as the ‘Frightened King.’ As my ancestor once told me, even if confronted by the official Alliance’s Grand Marshal, this Frightened King could still emerge unharmed.” How terrifying must the Army Council be… Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself. “I remember Li Xianzong is one of the trusted advisors under the Eye of the Demon King—what about this Champion?” Currently, his access permissions only allow him view data on Tier-1 Champions. “Hmm…” Xie Lingxi recalled carefully, hesitating: “The Demon King has an outside nickname—the ‘Frustrated King’—I believe that’s it. Beyond that, I’m not certain. Are you afraid Li Xianzong might retaliate against you once he's killed? Then—I’ll go ask my ancestor—perhaps even storm the halls to get the data.” Zhang Yuanqing thanked her and ended the call. May the third Spirit Realm arrive soon—quickly strengthen my abilities, so I’m not always on the defensive… Zhang Yuanqing covered himself with the air-conditioning blanket and began drifting off into sleep. Suddenly, he was woken by a soft, faint “shush-shush” sound. Zhang Yuanqing recognized it as the Cat King Speaker beginning to play audio again—after days of silence, it finally stirred. Recently, he hadn’t dared to carry the Cat King Speaker with him because it kept playing music uncontrollably—often making people feel awkward, especially when it seemed weak and unsteady. He now placed the speaker on his desk, ready for night-wandering sessions—to be prepared for unexpected scenes like a Demon King sleeping with a woman. The “shush-shush” sound stopped quickly—and then came a soft, husky voice: “I heard an elder once say that the Fallen Cup distorts one’s mind and triggers inner desires—over time, it makes you less like yourself… no—not just slightly—but completely reveals your true self.” “The Cat King Speaker is my very first Prop—I’ve asked you to record every word I speak, every experience I live through. Should I gradually lose myself in the future, I’ll be able to recover my original self through your recordings.” At this moment, the Demon King should have just been taken over by the Organization—the mind had not yet been distorted… Zhang Yuanqing thought of the later Demon King’s condition—his heart stirred with deep emotion. The Demon King is a Night Wandering Deity—a member of the Orderly Profession. According to Spirit Realm selection mechanisms, those who become Orderly Professions are certainly not pure evil. “A Guild Command is excellent—if I could build my own core team, then when I finally defeat the Organization’s Eye of Judgment, my chances would increase significantly. Unfortunately, I missed an opportunity to obtain such a command.” “I’ve grown increasingly isolated and less trusting of strangers—this makes it impossible for me to secure a Guild Command in competitive Instances—even after completing the mission. To earn one, I must lead—not only demonstrate leadership, but gain the trust of my teammates.” The Demon King’s husky voice continued: “The Instance I just completed was Yingshi Town, Instance No. 2273—I reviewed its details and discovered that I missed a hidden task. If I had resisted both beauty and violence, perhaps I could have triggered the hidden mission and obtained the prop left behind by the Yin-Yang Hermit. Unfortunately—once you’ve passed through an Instance, you’re no longer eligible to enter it again.” Instance No. 2273: Yingshi Town… Zhang Yuanqing thought for a few seconds, recalling the corresponding data in his mind. This was a continuously evolving multi-party combat Instance at A-level—the opposing factions were typically the Orderly and Evil Alliances. In the Archive, there are seven-six guides available for this Instance—but each one offers different content—this is extremely unusual and presents an exceptionally difficult challenge. Of course, A-level Instances are inherently hard. Then again came a series of “shush-shush” sounds—the Demon King’s voice faded out, only to be replaced after several seconds by new messages: “Hey—I’ve met a representative from the Divine Beauty Association assigned across the continent—her name is Dae. She’s a Level-4 Sage and a very appealing woman. She has ocean-blue eyes, golden hair, and an athletic figure—the most impressive behind her is her bottom… I’ve seen one with such size.” She told me that the Spirit Realm is divided into three major regions, each with its own Order of Harmony and Organization of Chaos. Realm Walkers from different regions never encounter one another within the instances. This seems strange—why would the Spirit Realm be segmented into three regions? And why exactly three? This only deepens my suspicion that the Spirit Realm isn’t merely a natural phenomenon but something more complex. Though Realm Walkers from the three major regions don’t meet each other in the Spirit Realm, all official organizations across reality are allied—at least, they maintain friendly relations. This makes it almost impossible for the Chaos-aligned organizations to unite with foreign official bodies and launch a coordinated campaign against their native Order of Harmony factions. She also mentioned that the Night Wandering Deity is a special role—yet she doesn’t fully understand what makes this position unique. The President of the Beauty Goddess Association once instructed her to actively recruit as many Night Wandering Deities as possible. She invited me over tonight for a drink and an in-depth conversation, and I picked up on her subtle hints. From her gaze, I sensed a clear desire—she longed for me to sleep with her. The message ended, and the crackling sound replaced the Demon King’s usual narration. At the beginning of the first message, the Demon King was still at the Elevated Stage. But after receiving the update from the Beauty Goddess Association, it became evident that he had now reached the Sage level—his demeanor showed no deference to foreign Realm Walkers of Level 4, and his longing for the horse had grown even more pronounced. His confidence had deepened, yet his mindset had begun to shift in ways that seemed increasingly twisted. As Zhang Yuanqing pondered this, the Demon King’s voice resonated once again—this time filled with anger and frustration. “Damn it! I shouldn’t have slept with Dail!” “I mustn’t sleep with any women from the Beauty Goddess Association. For heaven’s sake—definitely not!” Wait? You weren’t especially eager to sleep with the horse, were you? Isn’t her behind the largest one you’ve ever seen? Zhang Yuanqing blinked in confusion, unable to grasp how the Demon King had shifted so suddenly. Didn’t he just now show a preference for someone whose body was larger than his own? And now—after that—he’s not only slept with another woman from the association but repeatedly. He even described her as utterly captivating, someone who leaves him enchanted. The Demon King’s voice came through the speaker in a state of agitation: “Sleeping with her once means I have to fulfill one of her demands? What kind of skills are these—do the women in the realm of Love and Desire serve as courtesans? Are they expected to charge us for each night? I refuse to pay. I won’t agree to do that task at all! Damn it, damn it!” Zhang Yuanqing gradually understood: Women with professions centered on love and desire possess a skill allowing them to demand payment—any man who sleeps with such a woman must meet one of her specific requests. At the time, the Demon King had been too young to appreciate the depth of this expectation—he had simply stumbled into it. The message concluded amidst the Demon King’s outbursts. No further sound followed. Zhang Yuanqing folded the Cat King Speaker and continued sleeping. Half-asleep, he awoke again—not due to the sound of the speaker, but because familiar Spirit Realm notification tones drifted through his ears: 【Ping! The Spirit Realm map is loading. In 60 seconds, you will enter the Spirit Realm. This session’s destination is Yin-Yang Town—ID: 2273】 【Difficulty Level: A】 【Type: Multiplayer (Death-based)】 【Main Objective: Reach the central plaza of Yin-Yang Town and defeat your enemies】 【Note: Non-Spirit Realm items cannot be brought into the Realm.】 【Introduction to Spirit Realm ID 2273: It is said that the founder of Yin-Yang Town was a highly accomplished practitioner known as the Yin-Yang Scriptor. In his later years, seeking a breakthrough in cultivation, he established Yin-Yang Town with the intention of attaining the Way and achieving immortality. Sadly, he ultimately failed to achieve this goal.】 … In the apartment. Guan Ya wore a pale pink T-shirt and soft athletic pants, lying on her side, breathing evenly. As an experienced Realm Walker, she knew that during the period leading up to a Spirit Realm mission, one should avoid wearing sheer or silk sleepwear—because you never know when the Spirit Realm might arrive at night, and if you enter wearing something revealing, it could become a very awkward situation. Especially given how aware she was of her own beauty. So for several days now, Guan Ya has only removed her shoes before going to bed—never taken off her sleepwear. Suddenly, in the midst of her sleep, she awakened, sensing the familiar Spirit Realm notification tones: 【Ping! The Spirit Realm map is loading. In 60 seconds, you will enter the Spirit Realm. This session’s destination is Yin-Yang Town—ID: 2273】 “Yin-Yang Town? An A-level instance… Hmm. That’s quite troublesome.” Her brows furrowed as she picked up her phone from beneath the pillow, ready to report the situation to Li Dongze. … In the hotel room. The curtains were drawn closed, and the room was pitch dark. Li Xianzong stirred slightly, opening his eyes to the sound of the Spirit Realm’s entry notification: 【Ping! The Spirit Realm map is loading. In 60 seconds, you will enter the Spirit Realm. This session’s destination is Yin-Yang Town—ID: 2273】 “Yin-Yang Town, an A-level instance… It seems fate has decided that I must significantly improve my strength before facing the upcoming organization-wide massacre instance.”