The next day, Zhang Yuanqing received a text message from Guan Ya: " Wang Qian's identity has been verified—no issues. Since it's an accident, there's no violation in the preparation of the spiritual servant." "Got it." "Go to the hospital and have Wang Qian complete a 'Spiritual Realm Explorer Record,' a guarantee form, and return them to file. After all, this is your case." "Got it." "You're so thoughtful. Here's another suggestion—since you've been part of the official organization for some time, it's time to expand your network and channels. The Zhishake Palace is one of the most influential civilian organizations in Songhai. Consider having Wang Qian join as a source. Who knows, you might eventually establish ties with them." "Great idea. That way, future wives won't have difficult deliveries anymore." "Haha, you're so funny… By the way, isn't it almost time for your second entry into the Spiritual Realm?" "I hope it's not another S-level this time." "It shouldn't be that bad, though statistically, it's certainly possible." "We're both really looking forward to your performance in the second realm." "Why?" "A solo realm tests one's talent, while a multi-person realm focuses on developing one's abilities. The danger level in the副本 might not be as intense as in a solo realm, but there you'll encounter other realm travelers—introducing many unpredictable elements. At that point, one's overall competence will immediately become evident." "Pause a moment, Wang Qian said with a dimmed gaze, "He has dispersed—I can no longer sense him…" How pitiful! Zhang Yuanqing comforted him, "He had already passed away long ago; separation was inevitable." Wang Qian sighed, "He was my sister's first child and my first nephew. To better care for my sister, my mother resigned from her job and, long ago, purchased a stroller, nipples, and clothing—our entire family had been eagerly awaiting his arrival, preparing to welcome the next generation." "After the miscarriage, my sister was deeply affected, weeping constantly. My mother would quietly retreat, wiping away tears, feeling deeply responsible, believing she had not taken good care of her daughter. "For the past fifteen days, I've been afraid to sense him in the hospital—each time, it reminds me of my own helplessness and of the painful family around me." Yet I can't help but want to get closer to him, to be by his side. He's so young—he must feel so lonely...” Zhang Yuanqing didn't offer any further consolation; he simply listened quietly as the other spoke. If you perform well in the future, I'll introduce you to him, on the condition that you agree to serve as my informant. Once Wang Qian's emotions stabilized, he said: "Today I have two matters to discuss with you. First, I'd like you to complete a form and a pledge. From now on, you will be officially recognized as a Spirit Realm traveler, and the official organization will intervene only if you violate regulations or misuse your abilities for ill purposes. Second, would you be interested in serving as my informant?" "The first matter is no problem," Wang Qian replied, studying him carefully, "but the second—I haven't served as an informant for anyone before, and I'll need to report this to my superiors and secure their approval." The Stop-Killing Palace maintains a decent relationship with the official organization. He isn't opposed to being an official informant. If it had been the woman who acted so decisive and forceful yesterday, he would have been fully The one standing before me looks younger than I do—Wang Qian isn't convinced. "Understood," Zhang Yuanqing nodded. "What's your spiritual realm ID? I need to know who you are," Wang Qian asked. Every time I report my ID, I'm afraid I'll be dismissed... Zhang Yuanqing's face was solemn and serious as he spoke each word precisely: "Primordial Heavenly Sovereign!" "...Primordial Heavenly Sovereign? The name sounds impressive, but I haven't heard of it before," Wang Qian shook his head, then casually composed a text message to report the matter to his superior. The Zhishi Palace and the official body maintain a certain distance—there's still a clear distinction between them. While their relationship isn't entirely strained, the organization doesn't want its internal members to grow too close to the official ranks. Therefore, his superior won't agree. Moreover, even if contact with official members is necessary, it would have to be at the level of a team leader or steward. This young person clearly belongs to a grassroots level. If he were a well-known spiritual realm traveler, he would certainly have heard of him. Yet Wang Qian had no memory of the name "Original Primordial Sovereign." He found it insignificant to have such an official representative. After that, he focused fully on his work. When he had finished attending to several patients, his phone rang—displaying "The Saint of Passion." Why...?" Wang Qian was taken aback. That was merely an ordinary official messenger. "I received this information through a confidential channel: recently, a new recruit passed through the Shē Líng Tunnel, setting a new record, and just a few days ago, he defeated a Level 3 Enchanting Spirit." "Could it be..." "His ID is simply Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn." Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn... Wang Qian recalled the expression on the young man's face when he first introduced himself. Profound respect! ... The full moon hung high, the once-abandoned ancient temple standing quietly beneath the moonlight. A graceful woman in an ancient silk gown stood proudly on the roof of the main hall, gazing up at the moon. With her delicate, oval face, eyes like autumn water, brows like distant mountains, and full, sensuous lips, she exuded a quiet radiance that was both cool and subtly vibrant. "This is not the Ming Dynasty. Who, after I fell asleep, brought me into this world—this world of a single grain of sand, a universe within?" She furrowed her delicate brows, murmuring to herself. After a moment of thoughtful silence, she fixed her Two resplendent beams of golden light surged forth from her eyes, striking the celestial moon above. "Whoosh…" The entire space trembled violently. The golden light collided with an invisible barrier, splashing out brilliant golden sparks that bathed the realm in a magnificent, lustrous gold. The two beams maintained their intensity for half a minute before gradually fading. Three streams of the Mountain Goddesses saw crimson blood trickle from their eye sockets, cascading down their pale cheeks. "Without recovering the other half of the Yang Spirit, we cannot breach this realm," she said, lifting her delicate hand to gently wipe the blood from her face, then scoffed, "Since we cannot return, we shall cause a commotion here." With swift movements, the three Mountain Goddesses swiftly formed hand seals, pressing her fingers together and suddenly pointing skyward. Crack! A formidable sword-like energy surged from her fingertips, piercing into the heavens and melting a gaping hole inward, causing the sky to collapse. The three Mountain Goddesses dissolved into golden light, vanishing into the rift in the sky. ... The Imperial Capital. A quadrangle courtyard. Under the locust tree, Master Sun lounged comfortably in a rocking chair, the sound of Peking Opera drifting softly from the radio on the side table. Suddenly, a golden sun glowed at the center of his forehead, pulsing with intense heat and radiating a powerful pressure. The sun trembled violently, exuding a scorching, vibrant energy. Mu Qi glanced at the computer screen and said indifferently, "Reply to them: find night-wanderers from other districts." The email requested his presence to speak with the spirits, as the Five-Element Alliance's various branches had recently been aggressively arresting and interviewing wild spirit travelers, screening out potential fallen ones. For the steadfast resistance fighters, the official policy was to eliminate them on the spot. Out of every ten such travelers killed, nine were truly unworthy—those who had always adhered to their duties and felt morally unburdened. These travelers were open to engaging with the official bodies; they simply didn't wish to be bound by constraints. Only those with prior records of misconduct feared being summoned for a formal meeting. Mu Qi refused to meet with the spirits not out of fear of post-feeding complications—he was a man of principle, and in his position, he was expected to fulfill his responsibilities. But lately, he couldn't make it, as his solo spirit realm quest was about to launch, and it had just begun. By successfully completing this solo spiritual realm, he will advance to Level 3 and reach the peak of the Transcendent Realm. In recent days, he has applied for numerous Level-2-to-Level-3 solo spiritual realms. Although the realms change in real time, there is still a certain cycle, and the Taimei Sect's ability to consolidate and organize strategies outpaces the pace of realm changes. Therefore, the strategy plays a significant role, greatly enhancing his success rate. At this moment, Mu Qiu hears the familiar realm notification sound: 【Ping! The realm map is loading. Enter the realm in three minutes. This is your current realm: "Night Wanderer – Ming Lake Town," ID: 0128.】 【Difficulty Level: S】 【Type: Solo (Death-based)】 【Main Quest: Investigate the cause of the town's residents' mysterious deaths.】 【Note: Non-realm items cannot be brought in.】 【Introduction to Realm 0128: Since an unknown time, residents of the town have been dying one after another, and no one knows the reason.】 Some say it began when fishermen pulled a coffin from the lake. Others claim it was when a leopard cat hung from the sycamore tree at the village entrance. Still others say a strange serpent with a woman’s face appeared on the mountain behind the village. And some say it was when the village widow unexpectedly became pregnant. Hush, hush—don’t speak, don’t speak—they’ve come already… Master Muqiu’s face is pale as paper, his eyes filled with despair and confusion. When did Minghu Town become an S-tier mission?