Zhang Yuanqing's evidence of wrongdoing against Yuan Shi Tian Zun? Such a request left the Evil Organization members puzzled—what could possibly be the point? Find Yuan Shi Tian Zun’s evidence and report it to the Five Elements Alliance for official sanction? That seems like overcomplication. Why not simply locate him and eliminate him outright—the process would be far simpler, much less cumbersome. Among the crowd, Aunt Xiao Yuan raised her hand calmly and said: "You're referring to the Yuan Shi Tian Zun who killed Li Xianzong, aren’t you? Why gather evidence of wrongdoing when killing him directly wouldn't be more efficient?" The Magician King looked over with a warm smile and replied: "You don't need to know—just proceed." Aunt Xiao Yuan nodded slightly and added: "What kind of evidence specifically?" One member from the Evil Organization agreed: "He killed Li Xianzong, Ou Xiangrong, and Black Luoyang—does that count as wrongdoing?" "No, no, no!" said the Magician King, shaking his head with a bright, cheerful smile. "These aren’t crimes—they’re acts of justice. What I’m seeking are offenses involving corruption, abuse of authority, mistreatment of the vulnerable, and sexual misconduct—any behavior that constitutes legal violations. That’s what I want." The Evil Organization members stared at one another in disbelief. Isn't it true that the Evil Organization is known for being aggressive and often resorting to violence? How come they’ve never heard of gathering evidence against their adversaries? "Then what’s the reward?" someone asked loudly. "One piece of evidence earns twenty thousand; fifty thousand if the offense is particularly serious," said the young man wearing a sports headband, smiling brightly. It appears that due to Li Xianzong's case, the Chief of the Military District has now turned its attention toward Yuan Shi Tian Zun—perhaps feeling under pressure. Nevertheless, the pattern of the Evil Organization hunting down the Orderly Professions remains consistent regardless of Li Xianzong’s involvement. After all, even without his incident, the Chief would still pursue Yuan Shi Tian Zun. Aunt Xiao Yuan paused thoughtfully before raising her hand again, speaking with a composed tone: "If we simply kill Yuan Shi Tian Zun directly—what reward will be offered?" The Magician King shook his head: "There will be no reward. I only request that you collect the evidence. Whether or not he is killed is entirely up to me." ... After dining, Zhang Yuanqing and Xie Lingxi walked side by side out of the restaurant, toward the elevator entrance. He timely proposed to part ways. "Miss Lingxi," he said, "when will you return to Sanzhuang Province?" "Why would I go back?" Xie Lingxi replied with a forlorn expression. "I’ll miss Yuan Shi Brother—how could I possibly bear to leave him behind?" Xie Lingxi explained: "I plan to stay in Longhai until autumn, when the crabs grow plump. Every year, the Shie family holds a crab festival. After that season, I’d like you to join me at their home—I’m sure your mother and father would love to meet you." With these words, she blushed slightly, as though inviting her suitor to meet her parents. The tea skills are truly superb... Just thank your good fortune for being only seventeen. By next year, when you dare speak to me like this again, you’ll understand just how formidable your brother has become! Zhang Yuanqing muttered under his breath in irritation. As they were talking, his smartphone rang—displaying "Magician Aunt Xiao Yuan!" Zhang Yuanqing declined the call and walked with Xie Lingxi into the elevator. As the elevator descended, Xie Lingxi reached her assigned floor and stepped out. She turned back, waved: "Bye-bye!" Zhang Yuanqing nodded once, closed the elevator door. After leaving the hotel, he pulled out his phone and dialed Xiao Yuan’s number. "Miss Xiao Yuan?" "There are people from the Chief's office looking for you—offering a reward on evidence of your misconduct." What? Zhang Yuanqing was momentarily stunned. Didn’t it seem surprising that the Chief had issued such a reward for misconduct? After all, it made sense that they would reward someone who had done something wrong—but what kind of misconduct could possibly be attributed to him? As a delicate and often embarrassed college student, who feels deeply ashamed of even releasing a flatulence in public—what possible evidence of wrongdoing could there be? Zhang Yuanqing was both amused and baffled: "What’s going on?" Xiao Yuan briefly explained the re-establishment of the Black Market and how the Chief’s representative had publicly announced an award for collecting proof of misconduct against Zhishake Palace Master and Yuan Shi Tian Zun. Ah! The young man with a sports headband—offering rewards for my evidence of wrongdoing? Zhang Yuanqing suddenly recalled something, his smile fading slowly. The Magician King has recently visited Longhai. He bears the mark of vertical eyes on his forehead—a passionate, fervent personality. Zhang Yuanqing swallowed hard, several thoughts cycling through his mind: What now? The Master of Dominance has issued a reward for me—waiting online, urgently! Although he expected difficulties from the Magician King, he hadn’t anticipated such urgency—or that it wasn’t simply "kill if you meet, otherwise leave"—but rather a substantial financial incentive. Being rewarded by such an influential figure brought considerable pressure. "Miss Xiao Yuan," Zhang Yuanqing said, "I now know who this person is." "Who?" Xiao Yuan sensed his tone had shifted and furrowed her brows. "The Magician King of the Chief’s office." "He?!" Xiao Yuan’s voice rose slightly in intensity. Zhang Yuanqing sighed with a deep sense of resignation: "I killed Li Xianzong—now he seeks to punish me." Xiao Yuan remained silent for quite some time, speaking with both complexity and admiration: "Indeed, a true talent. Your two-month experience has been more challenging than most people’s two-year tenure." Having just survived Li Xianzong's pursuit of extermination, only to now face a greater threat—what an unexpected turn! "Miss Xiao Yuan," Zhang Yuanqing said with a wry smile, "please don’t be so severe on me." Xiao Yuan couldn't help but smile gently, then compose herself and remarked: "This is just the beginning. The more you rise in prominence, the more Evil Organizations will seek to eliminate you. This is the fate of every true talent—unless you can achieve what Fu Qingyang has accomplished." "How so?" "Reach a level where no one dares to disturb you. Masters of the Spirit Realm are rare; they usually don’t target lower-level Pilgrims. As long as you maintain an unbeatable status at the Sage level and avoid conflict with the Dominators, you’ll remain safe." That’s truly difficult—how many Spirit Realm Pilgrims have achieved such a stature? Zhang Yuanqing asked: "Miss Xiao Yuan, can Master Wuhen hold his own against the Magician King?" "I don’t know!" "What do you mean?" Xiao Yuan replied with irritation: "I’ve never seen Master Wuhen perform. Besides, he rarely steps into action—how many times have you seen him? You should be aware of his current condition." When this subject came up, Zhang Yuanqing grew animated: "What exactly is wrong with Master Wuhen's condition?" "…You don’t need to know—it’s not something you’re qualified to understand," Xiao Yuan said, regaining her reserved posture. Zhang Yuanqing then stopped asking and instead suggested: "Miss Xiao Yuan, shall I report the address of the Black Market to the senior leadership at the branch, so that the organization may intervene? What do you think?" "An underwhelming idea!" Xiao Yuan chuckled. "Firstly, since the Magician King has publicly appeared there, he’ll likely remain out of sight for a while—probably acting behind the scenes. Don’t underestimate the wisdom and caution of even a single Master-level leader. "Secondly, this group of Evil Organizations invited to attend are already well-informed about Black Market operations. Once the Magician King discovers that the Black Market has been taken over, he’ll immediately suspect those present today—putting you in danger. "And finally—how do I know the Magician isn’t just setting a trap?" Zhang Yuanqing frowned and pondered. Xiao Yuan then shifted her tone: "A surprise ambush is certainly feasible—but only when the opportunity arises." It's not suitable at this time, Zhang Yuanqing concluded. "I understand now, Miss Xiao Yuan—how about the matter of the organization’s internal affairs?" Xiao Yuan hesitated slightly: "Let me think… Honestly, I’m not enthusiastic about it—and Master Wuhen also doesn’t wish to see us interact too closely." Master Wuhen is reluctant? Ah—the kind of high-level figure that requires constant effort to win over. But if such a relationship can be cultivated, future security will surely follow. Zhang Yuanqing thanked her and hung up the phone. ... At Wuhen Hotel. Xiao Yuan parked her car at an outdoor spot outside the hotel and unlocked the U-shaped lock. She entered the dressing room at the front desk, removed her business attire and pants. There is a full-length mirror in the dressing area, reflecting her curvaceous figure dressed in black lace lingerie—hourglass silhouette, elegant legs, softly rounded contours, and a deep, smooth valley accentuated by the supportive bustier—all paired with a cool, composed facial expression. Any man still interested in women would find himself captivated. Yet Xiao Yuan didn’t even glance at the mirror—the way she swiftly changed into the hotel staff uniform, only then did she turn to look at it and adjust her collar neatly. After exiting the dressing room, she walked out of the front desk, picked up her employee card, and took the elevator upward. The elevator stopped on the third floor. She stepped out, opened the door labeled “Room 306,” and as she grasped the handle, Xiao Yuan’s expression subtly changed—she listened carefully for a few seconds before rushing inside. The room was empty, neatly furnished with white linens arranged precisely—as though it had been abandoned. Xiao Yuan surveyed the space. On the small table near the window, a bottle of water rested under a folded notepad. She walked calmly to the table and picked up the note. The handwriting was neat: "Xiao Yuan—my visit to Longhai is for revenge. Don’t search for me. Don’t obstruct my path. This time, I’ll be well-prepared—I’m not going to die." "Such a stubborn person..." Xiao Yuan’s chest heaved as she took several deep breaths before calming her rising emotions and concerns. ... At dinner, Zhang Yuanqing glanced at his brother who appeared deeply concerned, saying: "Brother, if you keep frowning like this, I’ll have to call you Grandfather." Just as the words fell from his mouth, his grandmother gave him a good haircut. "Is there an issue with the case?" Aunt Chen interjected, still busy eating. Chen Yuanjun’s brows were furrowed. He sighed: "Indeed, we’ve recently received a complaint about our director—alleging corruption and favoritism toward certain financial companies, particularly those offering loans to students and financially strained individuals… in fact, high-interest lending." "He’s managed to drive six people to death through these loans—and even compelling the female students unable to repay their debts to take on additional work. Well, I’ll stop mentioning it now." Zhang Yuanqing stared at him with wide eyes: "Report this upward—what could be harder about that?" Chen Yuanjun looked at him and said nothing. "Already reported—but it hasn’t helped, correct?" his grandfather chuckled. Chen Yuanjun nodded: "Yuanzi, my grandfather has experienced exactly the same situation. He filed a complaint but was later undermined by superiors." Zhang Yuanqing remembered—yes, there had been such an incident when he was still young—he vaguely recalled his grandfather’s fury at home, even shattering several dishes in his rage. The grandfather spoke calmly: "What Yuanjun has described is likely the mildest case. There must be many more serious ones behind it. The complaint fails because of extensive interest exchanges—just get used to that." His tone was calm, yet Zhang Yuanqing heard a subtle weariness in the final four words. After years of working at the Department of Public Security, his grandfather knew exactly how internal affairs worked. "Brother," Zhang Yuanqing said casually, "what’s the director's name?" "Zhou Yan." "Oh!" He quietly tucked that information into memory. Although the Five Elements Alliance and the Department of Public Security operate independently under separate authorities, Zhang Yuanqing realized it would be nearly impossible to pursue an official investigation into Director Zhou through formal channels. But he could leverage his abilities as a Spirit Realm Pilgrim—investigating in secret, gathering evidence behind the scenes. Unfortunately, recently he has been confined to staying at home—unable to go to work regularly. After dinner, Uncle Chen arrived at the door, still dressed stylishly as before. "Yuanzi," he said, "come over here." He invited Zhang Yuanqing to sit at the dining table and pulled out a leather folder, extracting one thousand red bills: "This is from my wife—she suddenly seems to have changed her attitude toward you. She says it was your idea, though I don’t recall ever suggesting such a gesture. That’s quite strange." "Thank you, Uncle!" Zhang Yuanqing accepted the money with genuine enthusiasm and pretended not to hear the latter part. Uncle Chen beamed: "Now then—let's go dancing at my place! Oh—by the way, I’ve recently noticed that my wallet seems to be running low—my cash keeps decreasing. I haven’t realized it yet." How very foolish of Uncle Chen! Still hasn’t noticed that his money is being quietly drained every day. Zhang Yuanqing felt both embarrassed and secretly mocked. "So then—would you like to borrow five hundred from me, using the money your wife gave?" Uncle Chen said, patting Zhang Yuanqing firmly on the shoulder. "After all, I've taken great care in nurturing you." "No thanks," Zhang Yuanqing replied with a cold, composed tone, holding onto his own money. "Already borrowed?" Uncle Chen looked at him, surprised. Ah—already? Zhang Yuanqing realized instantly—his wife had given him 1,500. So Uncle Chen has already taken five hundred from me! Uncle Chen smiled and patted him again: "Don’t look so serious—pay back next month. I’m going now—come by whenever you'd like to practice dance technique." No need to repay—my son will take up my cause and settle the score… Zhang Yuanqing gritted her teeth, thinking it through. After watching his uncle depart, Zhang Yuanqing walked to the door of her aunt’s room, lightly tapped twice, and said: “Uncle, would you like to come over and play games with me tonight?” “Great! Great!” Aunt replied warmly. Grandmother, washing dishes in the kitchen, peered out from behind, scowled at the grandson, then called out toward her daughter’s room: “Yù’ér, bring Mom along too.” “Oh?” Aunt was surprised. “Mom doesn’t even know how to play games…” Grandmother sneered: “You play games—then I’ll play *you*.” Silence fell suddenly in the room. Zhang Yuanqing quietly turned and walked away without a word. Back in her bedroom, Zhang Yuanqing lay down on the bed, thinking carefully about how to deal with the Eye of the Demon King. “Leaving the Eye of the Demon King stationed in Place alone doesn’t feel very safe at all—I keep feeling uneasy, like he’s going to show up any moment and suddenly take over our water bills.” Zhang Yuanqing pressed her brows, a little stressed. Being watched by such a powerful master was inevitable—though there were many people in Place, it wasn’t certain that nothing would go wrong. What if something unexpected happened? After all, this was a true master—the possibilities were endless. “The only chance to strike first comes when he appears at the Black Market. At that moment, the five elders will converge and work together to kill him. With Master of Zhishake Palace’s wild energy joining in, six masters collectively eliminating one Eye of the Demon King—that should be no problem. If not, I’ll borrow Dream Jade Symbols from Little Green Tea, summon Master Wúhén—then, unless the Eye of the Demon King truly dies, it simply makes no sense. I must first coordinate with all five elders and create a detailed plan. Then, I’ll just wait in silence like a farmer watching his tree for the deer to come. This matter can be entrusted directly to Fu Qingyang. Ah—what misfortune! Even surviving the dangers within the Instance is one thing; back in reality, life feels as if walking on thin ice. Being well-known isn’t always an advantage—it often makes you a target of those with ill intentions.” … Location: Pùníng District. The night sky was deep and dark, the breeze gentle and steady. An elderly residential building, a young man wearing a sports headband climbed up the steps to the fifth floor and knocked on an aged security door. “Who are you?” Inside stood a middle-aged man with gray hair, his expression solemn. The Eye of the Demon King smiled: “Is it correct that you reported Mrs. Zhōu Yān for corruption—acting as a shield for lending institutions, controlling and exploiting students and professionals alike, affecting dozens of individuals? Additionally, she has abused her position to favor her spouse and relatives, selling projects illicitly and profiting illegally in the hundreds of millions.” The middle-aged man’s face paled instantly. He slammed the door shut—only for it to be caught halfway by a foot pressing against the frame. “You… what do you want? I tell you, neighbors are all here—you better not get too rough…” said the man, his voice trembling with fear, anger, and humiliation. “My legs were already broken—the very thing that left me unable to move—and now you expect more? You dare touch me once again, and I’ll fight you to the very end!” He showed the last spark of determination of a common person. The Eye of the Demon King smiled calmly: “I am currently gathering evidence on Mrs. Zhōu Yān’s misconduct. If it’s convenient, let us enter and talk further.”