"Are you from the Bureau of Public Security or the Disciplinary Committee?" On hearing this, the middle-aged man’s vigilance and hostility slightly eased, and he scrutinized him with suspicion. The Mag-Eye King's eyes flashed a brief red glow, then smiled calmly: "Whatever you believe to be true, is true." His words seemed to carry an inherent force that made the middle-aged man feel convinced. His gaze momentarily lost focus before brightening into genuine delight. He quickly cleared a path for them into the room and exclaimed with excitement: "Indeed, it’s a member of the Disciplinary Committee! Welcome, welcome—please come in, you’ve finally arrived!" The Mag-Eye King nodded respectfully as he entered the house and sat down on the sofa in the living room. He casually surveyed the layout of the room—the furniture was simple and modest. At first glance, there were no valuable possessions to be seen, nor any smart-home technology. "I've already reviewed your submitted documentation," said the Mag-Eye King, taking a disposable cup offered by the middle-aged man and sipping at the tea. "But now I’d like you to recount it again—let’s make sure we haven’t missed anything." In fact, he had learned about this place through his subordinates on the black market. The very first thing the Mag-Eye King did upon arriving in Longhai was to order his adherents stationed there to gather information on corruption cases—regardless of rank, as long as the matter was significant. If greed is the addiction of the Enchantment Demon, then this—the relentless pursuit of killing—is the Mag-Eye King’s obsession. Should he fail to kill corrupt officials or ruthless oppressors for an extended period, his inner desire to destroy the world would grow uncontrollable, eventually transforming him into a mere machine driven by destruction and senseless violence. "Good," said the middle-aged man. "In Puning District, many so-called 'financial companies' are actually engaged in high-interest lending, all under the protection of District Commissioner Zhou Yan of Kangyang County. Different-sized financial firms target different groups. The capital-rich institutions lend to small and medium enterprises, while smaller ones focus on individuals with assets. Moreover, these are not ordinary loan platforms. They open casinos, lure people into gambling, establish 'pig farms'—where each individual ends up losing everything until they’re bankrupt—and then use the opportunity to extend further loans. To ensure repayment, these companies have cultivated numerous enforcers who visit debtors’ homes daily to collect debts. Even when they file police reports, nothing happens due to upper-level influence—people are detained only briefly before being released and continuing collection efforts until the debtor is forced to sell property or commit suicide. Indeed, there's a well-known saying in their circles: 'When one dies, all debt is cleared.' My son was exactly like this—he was a student at a business school, lured into a casino, got ensnared, and then lost himself completely due to the constant fluctuations of winning and losing, which made it impossible for him to live a normal life. I heard that some financial companies specifically target university students. Many students in my son’s school have been affected—including female students. Oh, by the way, behind the scenes, these companies also organize silver sales—controlling many indebted female students." The Mag-Eye King listened quietly, nodding now and then, sipping his tea occasionally—before, without realizing it, the cup was empty. Then he stood up and said: "I’ve received your report. Thank you for your cooperation." The middle-aged man blinked in surprise, urgently adding: "Wait—I still haven’t handed over all my evidence yet! I’ll go fetch it!" He then walked unsteadily toward the bedroom. When he returned with the documents, he found that the young man had already left. "Another one who only went through the motions!" The middle-aged man pounded his fist against the wall in anger, then paused—realizing that the young man hadn’t disclosed his official identity at all, nor had he acknowledged being a representative of any official body. How could I have allowed an outsider to enter my office and talk so openly? … That evening, Zhang Yuanqing was chatting with Lao Si Ji via information messaging. Zhang Yuanqing: "Has your unit been having any trouble lately? Have you been followed? Should we maybe just stay off work and go hide at Fu Qingyang’s villa?" Guan Ya: "Haven’t you heard how to kill the sovereign with minimal cost?" Zhang Yuanqing: "By gathering five senior elders and using their numbers to overpower one?" Guan Ya: "Actually, by systematically eroding their moral value—making the Spirit Realm publicize their real-time location and issue a city-wide warrant for arrest." Zhang Yuanqing: "What’s the specific method?" Guan Ya: "It's simple. Install a device inside your body that will explode—or release toxic gas—upon death. When you're in the heart of the city, if the Mag-Eye King kills you, a group of ordinary people will be buried alongside you. Under the moral-value penalty system, he’ll bear most of the responsibility and lose significant points." Zhang Yuanqing: "Wait—that’s actually possible? What's the underlying logic?" He wasn’t very familiar with the moral-value penalty mechanism—he only knew that killing someone deducted 10 points; theft or robbery incurred lower deductions; major casualties triggered a separate assessment. Guan Ya replied: "It’s straightforward—carrying flammable or explosive items is part of my authority. As long as I don't use them to kill, I won’t lose moral value. And if I die before the explosion occurs, no points are deducted because the explosion happens after my death—those who pass away aren't counted within the victim group. Of course, it's essential that the explosion be 'passive'—triggered only by the Mag-Eye King’s killing of me. If I choose to explode myself prior to death, then it has nothing to do with him." Zhang Yuanqing now understood. In short, this involves using props or other means to create a condition where death results in an explosion, blending both subjective and objective elements. For instance, consider the Red Dance Shoes—a prop that automatically explodes upon the owner's death. This is an inherent property of the item—objective and unchangeable. When the Mag-Eye King kills Zhang Yuanqing, the Red Dance Shoes explode, resulting in innocent casualties—the Mag-Eye King thus incurs a moral-value deduction for causing such tragedies. Conversely, if Zhang Yuanqing had strapped himself with a time-detonated bomb, intending to die alongside the Mag-Eye King, and the explosion killed bystanders—then this would be entirely the responsibility of the Yuan Shi Tian Zun, not the Mag-Eye King. Zhang Yuanqing: "So what now?" Guan Ya: "The Dog Elder has distributed 'Explosion Flower' seeds among our members of the organization two. Once the host’s heart stops beating, the seed explodes—its power equivalent to ten high-explosive hand grenades. This is primarily a defensive measure and used under pressure." The Expulsion Flower seed is an objective plant native to the Spirit Realm—it explodes upon the host's death, independent of the host’s intentions. The host bears no subjective ill will. Zhang Yuanqing: "I still find the moral-value system rather idealistic—was this idea conceived by the Dog Elder?" Guan Ya: "It’s a rule developed over generations by the Spirit Realm Pilgrims through practical experience. Even the Evil Organization is aware of it." Zhang Yuanqing: "The Dog Elder treats me so poorly—as if he were using my beloved Guan Ya as a pawn! I’m going to find him and demand justice!" A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing: "Hm—why aren’t you speaking?" Guan Ya: "I'm waiting for you to get your justice back." Zhang Yuanqing: "...I’ll make sure next time." Guan Ya: "By the way, have you joined Fu Qingyang’s White Guard Army?" Zhang Yuanqing: "Fu Bai Fu Chang has pleaded with me repeatedly—stating that without a talent like me, the White Guard would lose its status and become merely a minor local force. He hopes I’ll join him to revitalize the army’s reputation and achieve lasting acclaim." Guan Ya: "I’ve forwarded this message to Fu Qingyang." Zhang Yuanqing: "That will be good—now we can have more leverage, Sister." Guan Ya: "I need to go now—I won’t waste any time. As for June—it's the large-scale killing instance. Unless something unexpected happens, it should begin around mid-June—giving us about a month’s notice. According to the tradition of the Five Elements Alliance, early June sees tournaments and trials inviting high-level performers at the Elevated Stage and Sage Stage. This serves both to identify future talents and to build anticipation for the large-scale instance. Given your reputation and qualifications, you’ll definitely be participating. Don’t forget to check the documentation—there are quite a few elevated-stage talents from the Five Elements Alliance. Though I’m not sure whether the Taiyi Gate will participate this year." Zhang Yuanqing: "Is there any reward for winning?" Guan Ya: "Yes—collective honors, monetary rewards, and special props. This has been standard in previous years, though sometimes it changes depending on headquarters announcements—so we’ll have to wait and see." Zhang Yuanqing: "Got it. Remember to follow up on the matter regarding Zhou Yan." Guan Ya: "Of course—I'll report this to the Bureau of Public Security system. But don’t expect much—someone at the level of Zhou Yan will only fall if political competition fails. A routine complaint won't be sufficient." They chatted a bit more, until Guan Ya left for her duties, and Zhang Yuanqing then laid his smartphone down on the bed and lazily stretched. Because of the Mag-Eye King’s actions, he hasn’t had to go to work recently—his schedule has now become that of a student: practicing combat skills alone, dancing with his uncle, playing games with his aunt—repeating this cycle. In between, whenever he found time, he would chat with Guan Ya, showing off his increasingly refined driving skills. After lying still for a while, Zhang Yuanqing turned over and sat up, opening his notebook to summarize the key tasks and upcoming challenges ahead: The first task: evade the Mag-Eye King’s reward notice and find an appropriate opportunity to report his movements to the five elders. This is critical for personal safety—so it's ranked number one. Second: prepare for the individual instance launch—the timing isn't urgent, with at least another month to go—though he must work diligently to improve his skills before the event begins. The method of absorbing spirit essence has shown limited results—basically, it can be abandoned. Zhang Yuanqing now intends to aim to kill one of the Level-3 Enchantment Demons and transform himself into a Yin-Shi. Night Wandering Deity’s role as an assassin and 'death summoner' is particularly important—not to be overlooked in relation to his professional identity. Third: the official tournaments—held at the headquarters. If he can secure a solid ranking or reward, it will significantly improve his chances of success in the individual instance. Fourth: the large-scale killing instance! Whether he becomes truly strong in the Spirit Realm hinges on performance during mid-year. A Sage-level achievement is considered the backbone of any organization—the moment one attains Sage status, they are recognized as a genuine power. … At night, the sky deepened into darkness. After sunset, the hot air finally cooled slightly. On the rooftop of an aging residential building. A young man wearing a sports headband stood by the railing, gazing at the city’s glittering lights. Behind him, a middle-aged woman sat slumped in a chair, dressed in elegant business attire—dressed as a corporate professional. "Young man," she said, "you must know my identity. Regardless of your purpose here, we can certainly talk—and you may present any demands I can fulfill." Maintaining composure and poise befitting a leader, Zhou Yan spoke calmly. She had just returned home from work that afternoon and parked her car in the garage—only to be knocked unconscious by assailants hidden there. When she awoke, she found herself on this unfamiliar rooftop, with only the young man beside her. After a brief moment of shock, she calmed down, gently probing into his identity, intentions for kidnapping, and seeking room for negotiation. The Mag-Eye King turned to look at her: "You’re Zhou Yan, Director of the Kangyang County Public Security Bureau, correct?" Zhou Yan spoke gently and warmly: "What assistance can I provide? As a public servant, the needs of the people are my responsibility." The Mag-Eye King smiled brightly: "With those words, I feel confident." He walked toward her and pulled her to the edge of the rooftop. Looking down, Zhou Yan felt her head spin—her eyes widened with fear. Her voice trembled as she said: "What do you intend? Please don’t be hasty—I’m willing to listen to anything you have. I’ll do everything within my power. Truly, acting impulsively won’t solve any problems." The Mag-Eye King remained unmoved, speaking calmly: "I personally dislike cases where someone is punished without being formally instructed—there are now accusations that you've been collaborating with criminal organizations…" He listed the charges one by one, smiling as he went, then—under Zhou Yan’s growing fear—he lifted her and carried her off the rooftop. This high-ranking woman’s face turned pale as paper. She pleaded with both hands, one tightly grasping the Mag-Eye King's arm while reaching for the railing with the other—one hand trembling uncontrollably. The Mag-Eye King chuckled: "The people don’t need you to serve—they only want you to die!" Releasing her hand, he let her fall off the rooftop. Without lowering his gaze, he gazed out across the bustling city, murmuring softly: “It’s time to attend to business. Let me see how many Realm Walkers are in this area.” With that, he removed his headwear, revealing a vertical eye on his forehead. The iris of this eye was crimson, with a golden-red pupil radiating coldness, fury, and wildness. The Eye of Entrapment! This was the magmatic eye born when the “Entrapment” skill reached its full mastery—the culmination of cultivation. Realm Walkers below the Sovereign Realm would suffer severe mental damage upon direct gaze from this eye; light cases would experience mental trauma, and severe cases could go mad or die outright. Even title-level Realm Walkers would be affected by the eye’s influence. Due to its overwhelming power, this magmatic eye had to be regularly sealed with Props in daily life—otherwise, wherever the Eye of Magmatic Sovereign passed, every living being would succumb to madness. Furthermore, this eye could detect the presence of Spirit Realm energies and identify hidden strengths among a vast crowd of ordinary people. That very day in the Northern Region, he had relied precisely on this skill to locate the Master of Zhishake Palace. The drawback was that while this method was only marginally better than fishing for a needle in a haystack, it still required immense effort—especially if he inadvertently scanned a title-level individual, which might easily cause them to become suspicious. The golden-red pupil now trembled violently, and suddenly, a Blood Light—invisible to ordinary people—emerged and pierced through the steel and concrete buildings, scanning the surrounding area with the intensity of searchlights. Soon, the Sovereign of the Magmatic Eye spotted his first Realm Walker and locked onto him as the primary target. …