After Xiao Yuan finished speaking, she waited for two seconds before grasping the door handle and gently turning it. The scene around her transformed as if rippling through water. The hotel corridor morphed into an ancient, solemn Buddhist temple, with towering Buddha statues holding lotus flowers in their hands, eyes half-closed yet watchful—both kind and stern at once. Xiao Yuan studied the statue carefully before softly withdrawing her gaze. The temple was a realm of illusion born from Master Wuhen’s mind—not a real place that existed independently. This statue, embodying both compassion and severity, was a manifestation of Master Wuhen's inner self. By creating this temple, he had effectively sealed himself within it. The statue symbolized Master Wuhen’s state of mind: as long as the statue remained still, Master Wuhen stayed composed; once the statue shed its gentle demeanor and became fierce with wrathful eyes—like a warrior in wrath—the master would no longer be able to control his inner urge for vengeance. "Master Wuhen," Xiao Yuan said sincerely, "Yuanshi Tianzun has helped Kou Beiyue achieve justice. This young person’s past burdens are now resolved. He wishes to join your order and begin anew." "Please accept him," she added. The temple fell into silence. The figure in green robes remained still, motionless for more than a dozen seconds before Master Wuhen finally managed to speak through tight-lipped restraint: "One time—only one—cannot be repeated!" Xiao Yuan breathed out with relief and joy, saying, "Yes!" She immediately bowed deeply before the statue. As she was about to step back into the temple, a deep, pained voice echoed again in her ears: "May Yuanshi Tianzun assist in seeking out evil organizations that still harbor good intentions." How significant this request is! Has Master Wuhen finally fully recognized and trusted Yuanshi Tianzun? Xiao Yuan was momentarily stunned—her heart filled with unspoken delight. When she first agreed to join the 'Return of the Dead' association, Master Wuhen had only replied: "Then go verify it yourself." This revealed that Master Wuhen deeply cared whether Yuanshi Tianzun’s principles were merely empty words. Now, through actual actions, Yuanshi Tianzun has proven his ideals. Master Wuhen has fully accepted and affirmed him. The small team has finally welcomed its first member of the Orderly Profession. "Excellent!" A smile spread across Xiao Yuan's lips. ... "Beep!" In the main hall of Fu Family Bay, on a luxury leather sofa, Zhang Yuancheng pulled out his smartphone, read the message, then looked toward Fu Qingyang opposite: "Comrade Hundred-Man Commander, Master Wuhen has responded. You truly possess an uncanny ability—now they have officially accepted me!" He subtly praised him without making it seem forced. Xiao Yuan had sent a message of thanks and proposed Master Wuhen’s request—to help locate evil organizations that still maintain good intentions. This was actually telling Fu Qingyang that Master Wuhen considered him one of his own. Now, she could finally feel at ease when seeking assistance from Master Wuhen—no matter what obstacles arose, even if faced with the King of the Eye-Blindness. With an accumulated reward of two thousand moral points, though she hadn’t prioritized personal gain in her actions, the returns were truly gratifying. Zhang Yuancheng felt deeply satisfied and expressed it enthusiastically. Fu Qingyang raised his teacup, sipped a mouthful of tea, then stood up: "That’s good. I’ll go with you to interrogate Chi Yuean." Zhang Yuancheng quickly rose and followed him as they descended the two-way staircase back down to the underground level. "Comrade Hundred-Man Commander," Zhang Yuancheng said, "you previously had permission from Dog Elder to kill Pang Executive." Only upon discussing Chi Yuean’s case in the living room did he learn that over the past several years, Chi Yuean had accumulated more than twenty billion RMB—more than half of which remained unaccounted for—suggesting a larger entity behind it. Zhang Yuancheng preferred simply killing Chi Yuean to extract information directly. Now at level three as a Night Wandering Deity, he could withstand the spiritual influence of up to four levels of Orderly Pilgrims using his Artifact of Pacifying Demons. "That was during an exceptional period," Fu Qingyang remarked calmly. "The importance of the Fallen Cup and the Dark Night Rose—how could that be compared with the value of the Tongque Tower?" Ah, so our standards are quite flexible after all… Zhang Yuancheng thought internally. Fu Qingyang said evenly: "Are you criticizing me mentally?" ... Zhang Yuancheng firmly denied: "Not at all. Comrade Hundred-Man Commander, do you think Chi Yuean might be a financial instrument of the Zhu family?" "Not the Zhu family," Fu Qingyang replied calmly. Not the Zhu family? The tall and elegant Hundred-Man Commander stepped forward to explain: "The Zhu family sells life essence annually to the Five Elements Alliance—earning hundreds of billions each year—not counting other business ventures. They manage their operations cleanly, so how could they be dissatisfied with such modest gains? Yet, as a large family with numerous factions, there are always individuals who pursue profit through underhanded means…" Zhang Yuancheng suddenly understood: "So you mean Chi Yuean’s former wife?" Fu Qingyang said softly: "It's also possible that Chi Yuean is a member of another organization—only after questioning will we know. Unfortunately, the Seal Symbol has already been returned to headquarters. My Lying Test Device holds little influence over the Sage." Regardless of who lies behind it, they must be uncovered—their actions have been so persistent and desperate—they can't simply be ignored. Zhang Yuancheng felt deeply resentful. As they walked along a long corridor lined with cells, finally stopping at its end, Chi Yuean was imprisoned in that very room. Still wearing his white suit, though now creased and stained, his large collar slightly disheveled. A wooden restraint hung around his neck, and chains wrapped around his ankles. He lay weakly half-sitting on the bed. The restraints were props—slightly difficult to hold a Sage in place—thus Ling Jun administered an additional injection of biological toxin to him. Notably, props can be carried into the Spirit Realm. In that state, should Chi Yuean enter any instance, he would surely perish. As soon as he heard their footsteps, Chi Yuean immediately turned his head toward them—he ignored Fu Qingyang and focused entirely on Zhang Yuancheng’s face. This Fire Master’s expression flashed with anger and resentment—each word spoken was deliberate, delivered with intense emphasis: "Yuanshi Tianzun!" Indeed, the person most hated by Chi Yuean is undoubtedly Yuanshi Tianzun. He didn’t even resent that Enchantment Demon—the very small figure who couldn't stir much of a wave or pose any real threat. All this stemmed from Yuanshi Tianzun’s persistent interference—only because of his interventions was the Tongque Tower sealed and Chi Yuean now reduced to a prisoner. "I still find your behavior last night so arrogant," Zhang Yuancheng remarked sarcastically. "Now look at yourself—you seem more like a dog." Such direct challenges deeply unsettled this fiery Fire Master. His temples bulged with rage, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. He managed to suppress his inner anger and then chuckled dryly: "How long can you maintain your pride? By aligning yourself with the evil organizations and investigating independently—your actions alone will earn you the wrath of the Council, even if you are Yuanshi Tianzun." In a world where Orderly and Evil professions stand in perpetual opposition, forming alliances with the Evil Organizations is seen as a grave offense. Yuanshi Tianzun has no background or influence—no matter how many accomplishments he achieves, he cannot escape accountability. "Oh," Zhang Yuancheng said. "That evil organization just left. The Council claims I’m blameless!" Chi Yuean replied coldly: "Just keep acting strong." Fu Qingyang said softly: "Indeed, he is entirely innocent." Upon hearing this endorsement, Chi Yuean’s face stiffened and he raised his voice with disbelief: "It's impossible! Being aligned with the evil organizations counts as a serious offense. You’ve also injured and killed several officers..." He didn't believe that those behind-the-scenes power holders would accept such treatment passively—they would certainly intervene. As an executive officer, the Five Elements Alliance could fully handle his case—but these powerful figures were beyond their reach. Even the Songhai government had to report directly to the Capital. Until the Capital made a statement, the high-ranking officials of Shako District would naturally act to protect their interests—while the aggressive actions of the Kangyang District Pilgrims provided the strongest leverage point. "Aligning with the evil organizations is permitted by the Council," Zhang Yuancheng explained. "As for the officers injured and killed—that wasn’t my doing." What was the difference? Chi Yuean stared at him in anger. "The man’s name is Ling Jun!" Zhang Yuancheng announced—naming the so-called 'dissatisfied' officer. Ling Jun… Chi Yuean paused, his expression of anger suddenly solidifying. He knew this name—the fourth official noble among the official ranks, a descendant of the Grand Master of Tai Men. His grandfather was the Grand Elder of the Hundred Blossom Association—his lineage was even slightly more prestigious than Fu Qingyang’s. How could high-ranking officials in Shako District use such a personal matter to challenge a prince of this standing? They simply didn’t have the capacity. Chi Yuean felt utterly defeated. Even more so, Zhang Yuancheng, standing at the entrance said: "The Council's decision regarding your fate is—death. Once headquarters approves it, your end will be certain." Chi Yuean’s entire presence seemed to sag—he looked hollow and detached. He had expected this, yet hearing it spoken aloud made him feel deeply overwhelmed and afraid. Zhang Yuancheng then shifted his tone: "Chi Yuean, you still have a chance. If you identify the mastermind behind all this, we will advocate for life imprisonment—though without freedom, it’s far better than death." On hearing this, hope ignited in Chi Yuean's eyes—his gaze grew bright with anticipation. But then, immediately, he scoffed: "There is no mastermind—the actions stem entirely from my own initiative—no one else involved at all." Zhang Yuancheng turned to Fu Qingyang—this interrogation area was still a complete foreign territory for him. Chi Yuean, as an executive officer, could not be persuaded with mere words. They would have to hand it over to professionals. Fu Qingyang noticed the look in his subordinate’s eyes and said calmly: "Chi Yuean, I’ve reviewed your mental evaluation—indicating tendencies toward violence and sexual abuse. These conditions aren’t random—you once served as a dependent in the Zhu family. The elderly matriarch there has long had a penchant for controlling others through emotional and physical means, to which you were subjected to significant suffering. Staying under such circumstances over time usually results in psychological strain—either full breakdown or being trained into an 'enduring' personality. But as a Fire Master, you would never have accepted such treatment. Thus, you came to harbor deep resentment toward women, often expressing your anger and even subjecting them to emotional and physical abuse during intimate interactions. After leaving the Zhu family and joining the Five Elements Alliance, you thought you had finally found freedom—but gradually, the cumulative effects of these abuses began to distort your mental state profoundly. Therefore, under your guidance and protection, the Tongque Tower came into existence—acting as a place where you could express your suppressed desires. In that very woman—you found renewed self-respect and joy. Truly tragic—it is in such moments that I, who never show mercy, find myself deeply moved by empathy." How devastating—this was truly 'killing with words'… Zhang Yuancheng looked at Fu Qingyang, recalling his high-level status as a Watcher, then quickly shifted her gaze again. Chi Yuean’s eyes were red and bloodshot. His fists clenched automatically, veins standing out on his arms; his face had become sternly fierce. Fu Qingyang spoke with the same calm composure—as if he hadn’t been responsible for any of this—continuing: "I haven’t yet made public your background stories. If you don’t mind, I’d be happy to share them widely. Perhaps that will generate a wave of sympathy—and even secure your life beyond death." "... "Chi Yuean’s lips moved slightly—he wanted to say something—but held back. He took a deep breath: "If you truly wish to ask questions, let the Council handle it. I won’t believe anything from you." How resolute! Zhang Yuancheng exhaled in relief—keeping her joy hidden. This had been exactly what they’d planned—to make Chi Yuean open up without having to deliver a direct admission of guilt. Fu Qingyang’s composed expression conveyed complete confidence and control. "I will report this directly to the Council," he said. Chi Yuean lowered his head slightly, then straightened again with determination, pressing his teeth together: "Why, Yuanshi Tianzun? Why?" ... In the dimly lit chamber, A long table covered in yellow silk stood at the center. Two candle stands held steady red candles, burning gently. On the surface: a copper basin holding rice grains, strings of red threads forming coins, yellow paper symbols drawn with vermilion ink—along with a wooden figure about the size of a palm. This figure had no eyes or features—the most rudimentary human form. A piece of paper adhered to its chest, bearing not spells, but simply the name "Chi Yuean" and his birth chart. A pair of hands, pale as jade, held a syringe. The blood within was carefully transferred into a white porcelain bowl—then poured with black liquid. Rice grains were scattered in, followed by the burning of the paper symbol into ashes that were gently deposited into the bowl. After completing these steps, the hands touched slightly with the remaining liquid on the surface and gently traced two points upon the figure’s face, forming eyes. The dark liquid was absorbed—the features of Chi Yuean gradually emerged. Then, with grace, the hands lifted the wooden figure, taking a silver needle from their fingers. With swift motion, they pierced it directly at the forehead. A series of small hisses sounded—like steam rising. ... "Wait—why?" Zhang Yuancheng asked. Chi Yuean spoke sharply: "We have no grievances against each other. Why do you persist in treating me so harshly? Why risk your life to enter the Tongque Tower—not even for a mere Enchantment Demon?" His tone grew more passionate, moving from questioning to roaring—his voice echoing through the narrow corridor. Fu Qingyang also looked over, gazing steadily at Zhang Yuanqing. Zhang Yuanqing paused a moment, speaking calmly: “Because of anger, because of hatred, because of youth, because… simply being human.” Chì Yuè Ān seemed wounded—offended in his very dignity—and burst into laughter: “You are remarkable, you are noble, Yuan Shi Tian Zun. You have offended so many people; sooner or later, you will die without a proper burial…” Amid the heated accusations, a faint shimmer of pale blue smoke rose suddenly at the center of Chì Yuè Ān’s brow, then surged outward in a gust—rising like a column of black flame. His flesh melted swiftly within the flames, followed by his bones. Within less than two seconds, this seven-foot-tall man was completely consumed, leaving behind only his garments and the wooden manacles—and yet, both remained intact. He had vanished as if erased from existence entirely. Dead? Dead? Zhang Yuan Qing’s eyes narrowed slightly; startled by what he saw, he felt a deep chill run through him—his spine stiffened with awe. …