Zhang Yuanqing's body, together with the Cat King Speaker, vanished spontaneously. An indescribable, utterly humbling sound effect disappeared alongside the erasure of his physical form. Crap! Last time I praised the Demon King for not being obsessed with female beauty and having proper recordings—how long ago was that? Now he’s given me this scene. Fortunately, it's nighttime, everyone else is asleep. If Grandmother, Grandfather, and Aunt had heard this, where would my face go? Aunt seemed okay—she knew what was tucked away in my "study materials"... As his thoughts flowed freely, he emptied his mind and leaned back against the ergonomic chair, waiting for the physical performance to conclude. All he could hear were lingering melodies. After a few minutes, Zhang Yuanqing shifted into a new sitting posture, murmuring—this woman’s voice is so soft and seductive; clearly a beauty. The Demon King must be enjoying great fortune in romance. Ten more minutes passed, and Zhang Yuanqing lay down from his desk back onto the bed, thinking—how strong is the Demon King's stamina? Why hasn't it ended yet? A few minutes later, without realizing it, he picked up a paper towel from the desk and placed it by the bedside… Crap! He suddenly realized and jerked his hand back in panic, furious: “Isn’t this going on forever? You’ve got to be toxic, Demon King. Just end the audio—otherwise I’m going to smash that broken speaker!” The last line was spoken directly to the Cat King Speaker—he knew this prop possessed self-awareness. By then, the sound coming from the speaker had grown somewhat strained. Yet the loud sounds hadn’t ceased—such a sustained level of intensity, Zhang Yuanqing had rarely witnessed even among his most immersive film experiences. At the same time, having repeatedly entered the Night Wanderer state for over thirty minutes, his Power of the Moon was severely depleted, and his physical strength began to fade, waves of fatigue flooding in. “Fizz… fizzle…” Under threat, the Cat King Speaker chose to respond from within—the delicate melodies ceased immediately, and after a few seconds of silence, a soft, slightly strained voice emerged: “It’s already morning now, Lord Demon King—how extraordinary you’ve been tonight! I’m nearly carried off by your energy.” Then came the Demon King's deeper voice: “You wood demons are constantly in heat—you must have prepared some secret weapons so that my strength can truly impress you.” The woman clearly was now asleep, her tone gentle: “Secret weapons?” The Demon King chuckled: “Recently I met a merchant—he offered me a spray, and it really works.” Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing’s mind flashed like lightning—his expression changed dramatically. A spray? Did the Demon King mean the *Persistent Spray*? Wasn’t that one of the props he had personally used before? If so… Zhang Yuanqing was stunned—he now saw a clear connection: The props rewarded by Character Cards were indeed the Demon King’s very own! To verify this hypothesis, he carefully reasoned through it: “The first character card reward was the Red Dance Shoes. Then came the Change-of-Form Ring. And third—the Persistent Spray.” “If these character-card rewards are items that the Demon King once possessed, then his successful passage of the Xu Widow’s trial becomes fully understandable.” There remained one question in Zhang Yuanqing’s mind from within the Yin-Yang Town instance—that is, how did the Demon King successfully navigate the Xu Widow segment? According to the audio recordings through the Cat King Speaker, it was clear that the Demon King had slept with the Xu Widow. The Xu Widow was an exceptionally strong earth oddity—known for stamina and endurance—and yet she was completely overwhelmed by the Night Wanderer! Now, imagine that level of intensity—for a wood demon! With the use of the Persistent Spray, this explanation becomes perfectly coherent. “Wait—that doesn’t quite fit…” Zhang Yuanqing frowned suddenly—the Red Dance Shoes were also one of his character-card rewards—but they couldn't possibly be the Demon King’s prop. The reason was simple: The legend of the She Ling Tunnel dates back to the twentieth century, and during construction, the crews were literally crushed under the dance shoes—so it became a bug-level Trial Realm due to the constant presence of the Red Dance Shoes. If the Red Dance Shoes belonged to the Demon King, wouldn’t he have carried them with him? Then why has this persistent flaw remained unresolved in the She Ling Tunnel? This contradiction remained unexplained. Zhang Yuanqing sat silent for a long while—his mind whirling rapidly—and then suddenly caught on to an overlooked detail: “Your dancing technique has always been mediocre!” His expression froze—he was struck by waves of shock. “When I first completed the dance and broke through the rules governing the Red Dance Shoes, that message popped up—once, right after the initial activation.” At that time, Zhang Yuanqing had barely survived each day and wasn’t yet familiar with the Spirit Realms—the message had gone unnoticed. Now, reviewing it again, he felt a deep sense of unease. “Even though I don’t fully understand why the Red Dance Shoes remain in the She Ling Tunnel, one thing is certain: the Demon King must have visited the Temple of the Mountain God—therefore, he has known this prop.” Zhang Yuanqing pressed his fingers against his brow—and thus unraveled the secret behind character-card rewards. After the Demon King’s passing, the props were not returned to the Spirit Realm—they instead were preserved in a special way and stored within the Character Card system as part of its reward mechanism. Zhang Yuanqing’s thoughts were soon interrupted again by the woman's moans—the audio recordings of the couple resumed after brief rest—and then began once more with intense passion. Is it truly that dramatic—constantly in heat, wood demons never cease? How can ordinary women endure such relentless intensity? This audio must have taken place during Spring… Zhang Yuanqing’s mind was full of criticisms. “Fizz… fizzle…” The current sound emerged—the Cat King Speaker automatically skipped the segment and then remained silent for a few seconds before the Demon King’s deeper voice, now slightly affected by vocal strain, returned: “The assessment is complete—no one has deceived me. The Persistent Spray truly works. While my general strength is normal, no man could resist its power. Spending five million isn’t a loss. “But unless I have two or three female companions nearby—or one in heat among the wood demon women—I’ll often lose control even when seeing a sow.” Zhang Yuanqing thought—Demon King, you’re not doing yourself justice! Throughout your later career, you've been endlessly indulgent in matters of romance—even willing to sacrifice your passion for seafood—you’ve kept falling into the very pit that this Persistent Spray was meant to solve. Have you forgotten its price? And why mention sows at all? The Cat King Speaker continued playing: “Time flies—I have now become a Realm Walker for three months—without exaggeration, few people in my elevated stage surpass me. Unfortunately, to advance to the Sage Stage, I must attend the seasonal killing instance.” “Before that, no matter how many instances I complete, I cannot rise to level four—it feels as though there is a lock sealing off the path from Elevated to Sage status, and only within the killing instances can one obtain the key.” “My personal analysis is this: The Realm Walkers at the Sage Stage undergo a career transition—gaining new titles and powers. The spiritual instance rewards only the Power of the Moon—not the newly acquired abilities after the transition. Thus, it’s essential to participate in large-scale killing instances—after completing them, the new power gained becomes the very key that unlocks the path to Sage status.” The Demon King’s insight was truly brilliant—he had perfectly captured the essence of the killing instance mechanism. A capable mind indeed! And only three months into his journey, he already stood among the elite in the Elevated Stage—though he hadn’t been at the peak timing, as the killing instances were only held during mid- and end-of-year seasons. Zhang Yuanqing murmured softly, listening attentively. “Today I encountered another instance of a Void Profession—they appear without warning or trace. Beyond their invisibility, few people could possibly defeat them.” “He knows that I am under control by the Fallen Cup—deeply sympathetic—but the Fallen Cup is an exceptionally high-level rule-based prop—often, rules become unbreakable; only other rules can transcend them. To free myself from this control, he said, I must obtain one of the Night Wanderer’s items—it symbolizes supreme status and illumination—and once I possess it, I shall break free from the control of the Eye Judge.” “Even though I suspect his revelation is driven by hidden intentions, it still feels like good news—my life is no longer gray. I will reclaim my freedom—I will defeat the Eye Judge. No one can truly enslave me!” “Fizz… fizzle…” The current sound emerged—the Cat King Speaker was preparing for the next segment of audio. Zhang Yuanqing took this opportunity to reflect—so, the Demon King had learned about overcoming the Fallen Cup from a “Void” professional—apparently a high-level merchant. What connection did that merchant hold with the Demon King? Did he know the Demon King had already passed away? He urgently wished to learn more details—but the following content consisted only of scattered, fragmented messages—the notes were somewhat disorganized, more like daily musings than structured observations: “Fizz… fizzle… Damn it—I was pursued by a female Sage from the Five Elements Alliance—barely escaped. I’ll make her my first love when I reach Sage status… Wait? Why did I think of sleeping with her instead of avenging myself?” “Fizz… fizzle… Now I finally understand why she has been relentlessly pursuing me—the woman I last slept with was actually her daughter. She’s only in her thirties—how old is that, for a daughter to be grown? Unfair! It was actually her daughter who rode me and twisted around.” “Fizz… fizzle… Now I’ve found a way to enjoy free love from the Desire Profession—by securing the Prop of the Knight, establishing a mutual contract. This proves the relationship was consensual—no one can later claim any costs against the other party.” Zhang Yuanqing poured himself a cup of water—he muttered: Did I need to sign such agreements before going to bed? It seems the Demon King has been applying his intelligence in just these sorts of situations—what kinds of trivialities are these? What about real, actionable insights? What about the follow-up from that “Void” professional? “Fizz… fizzle… Today from Aya I learned an interesting story—the wife of the Commander of the Army of Fury used to be a servant in the Passionate Divine Rank. Even now, she remains someone who is summoned and dismissed at will—haha! If Commander Fury knew this, he’d surely rage. What a delightful situation!” “Fizz… fizzle… This month I completed ten tasks assigned to the Orderly Professions—I’m amazed—the pest problems among the Orderly Professions are numerous. Speaking of it, the most prominent figures in the Musician and Wood Demon professions are the female leaders.” “Fizz… fizzle… Today I was surrounded by a group of Orderly Professionals—without knowing how, I’ve become their stepping stone for success. Everyone wants to defeat me so they can rise in prominence. Given this, there’s no need to blame my harshness. Among them, one particularly graceful woman—is actually the sister-in-law of the Zhu Family head. Hah! How interesting—I shall take good care of her.” “Pfft!” Zhang Yuanqing burst out—spilling all his water. Is it really the sister-in-law of the Zhu Family head? Wasn’t she previously married to Chui Yue An? Has she been coached by the Demon King? Has her demeanor changed so drastically, now dominating both her husbands and face-to-face men? And as a result, has Chui Yue An developed psychological issues—leading to the construction of the Copper Rooster Tower? This… this… Zhang Yuanqing’s mind flashed upon one word: *revenge cycles never end!* All the root causes were actually due to you, Demon King! Zhang Yuanqing felt a strange mix of emotions—the Demon King is indeed an outstanding figure—few such strong individuals exist in the world. Yet he constantly focuses on sleeping with women—lacking the gravitas expected from someone of his stature. At least during his Elevated Stage phase, that’s true. Call him a sage? Certainly—he has an intelligent mind, exceptional talent, and within just three months, he became an elite among the Elevated Stage leaders. His insights about instances and Spirit Realms are thoroughly convincing. Yet he repeatedly stumbles in rather awkward ways—such as sleeping with Desire Professions and nearly weeping with regret. Call him a villain? Indeed—he has committed many misdeeds—officially recognized as one of *The Fallen Ones*. Yet he is also deeply pitiful—early in life, controlled by the Fallen Cup, his inner evil forces gradually distorting his mindset. Each month, he must complete assigned tasks from his masters—eventually sacrificing everything to gain freedom—and perishing alongside the Eye Judge. A truly tragic character. As Zhang Yuanqing quietly expressed his frustrations, the Cat King Speaker resumed playing a new segment of audio: “Fizz… fizzle…” “You seem particularly favorably inclined toward me—even though we are not closely acquainted—why is that?” This was the Demon King’s voice. Then came an unfamiliar man’s voice responding: “Because you are the Night Wanderer.” “What about the Night Wanderer? While they are rare, they are also not uncommon,” objected the Demon King. “But wild, independent Night Wanderers—those who remain free—are rare. Most Night Wanderers are firmly controlled by the Taiyi Gate. I wish to cultivate one of my own—how difficult is that?” “Cultivate?” “Yes—I’d like to cultivate a Night Wanderer—and in fact, most of the high-level beings—including even those from the Evil Professions—have ambitions to cultivate such individuals.” “Why?” “Because the Night Wandering Deity is a very special profession—anyone who has seen the Prophecy of the Light Disk knows this.” “What makes the Night Wandering Deity so unique, and what exactly is the Light Disk?” “Twenty years ago, a powerful figure from the West unearthed a compass deep within the Spirit Realm. This compass possessed the ability to foresee the future—a capability not belonging to any known profession at that time. When it emerged, it caused a sensation, sparking fierce competition among countless Realm Walkers vying for possession of this sacred artifact. “Among these competitors were the five Grand Masters of the Five Elements Alliance, the Master of Taiyi Gate, the leaders of the three Evil Organizations, and the heads of numerous leading Orderly Professions and Evil Organizations from the West. “The outcome of that battle was twofold: first, a prophecy came to light; second, it revealed that the Spirit Realm is divided into three major regions—one of which had yet to be activated. The Masters of the White Tiger Army, the Patriarch of the Sea God Church, and the President of the East Branch of the Organization—all three supreme figures—perished in the conflict. “Moreover, that very battle directly gave rise to the formation of the Five Elements Alliance, as five powerful factions united into one.” The Demon King asked, “What does this prophecy say?” The man smiled and replied, “That’s something I can’t reveal to you yet—sometime after you ascend to the rank of Master, I’ll share it with you.” As a soft hum of electrical current gradually faded, the Cat King Speaker finally settled into quiet. The information was quite dense… Zhang Yuanqing opened his drawer, retrieved the speaker, donned the Mask of the Silent One, and then walked slowly to the window, gazing at the night sky. Deep in the night, the residential buildings across the way were dark—only a few windows remained lit, and the hallways' lights burned steadily throughout the hours. On the streets beyond the community, streetlamps cast a lonely glow; hardly any vehicles passed by for an extended period. Zhang Yuanqing began to reflect in the quiet darkness. He was aware of the Spirit Realm’s division into three regions, yet he hadn’t expected one of them still not to have been activated. That detail wasn’t mentioned in the Five Elements Alliance’s Archive either. The Night Wandering Deity is indeed a unique profession—remembering that the President of the Beauty Association has expressed unusual curiosity toward the Demon King… because he himself is a Night Wandering Deity? If only he could learn the specifics of the prophecy, he might begin to understand just why this profession stands out so notably. These revelations felt distant and abstract; Zhang Yuanqing didn’t dwell on them further, but instead shifted his focus back to the exclusive rewards included in the Demon King’s Character Card. In the past, he had always regarded these character-card-exclusive bonuses merely as minor add-ons—something granted each time he completed a specific Instance. But now, knowing that every prop awarded through this system was once personally used by the Demon King himself, Zhang Yuanqing found it necessary to revise his previous assumptions. The Demon King’s Character Card holds hidden secrets—this is now confirmed. Yet as the descendant of the Demon King, he still hasn’t reached the very core of those mysteries. When will that moment come? How and when will all the things left behind by the Demon King become his own? Now, he understands—the exclusive rewards of the Character Card. Every item entrusted to him by the Demon King will eventually be passed on through these specialized rewards—first as a Prop, then perhaps later in other forms. When Taiyi Gate sought for a successor, they clearly and directly emphasized: the Black Full Moon Seal and the exclusive Character Card rewards. Now it appears that Taiyi Gate had already provided the answer well in advance. At this very moment, while drifting through thoughts and memories, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt an unexpected surge of unease—his face paled, his breathing grew labored, and his adrenaline surged. He sensed a presence observing him—an awareness that made him instinctively recall the experience of the King with the vertical eye from yesterday. That moment when the vertical eye directly stared at him was identical to this one—with only one difference: this gaze felt softer, gentle, not causing any tangible physical discomfort. Has the King of the Eye arrived here? Has he conducted a thorough search and finally located his residential complex? Indeed, it seems that the King uses his vertically positioned eye to systematically scan the Realm Walkers throughout the Spirit Realm. Zhang Yuanqing now had experience—he slowed his breathing, emptied his mind, and settled into a state of calm.