In a luxurious apartment suite, Guan Ya sat on the bed, her knees drawn up, a tablet in front of her playing a city-based romantic drama. After being emotionally shaken by Yuan Shi's antics, she found it impossible to fall asleep or focus on the show—she'd been sitting there for five to six hours, her buttocks sore from prolonged sitting. "Ah…" she sighed, gently pressing her temples, her usually graceful features now showing a touch of fatigue. While her body could endure two or three nights without sleep, what bothered her most was the emotional strain. Previously, when reading forum posts, she would merely express admiration for the unpredictability of fate whenever someone died in a quest. But now, her close friends were suddenly caught in turmoil, their fates uncertain. Honestly, Guan Ya really liked Yuan Shi—his looks were good, he was young with great potential, and his wit and charm only grew more appealing with each passing moment. Most importantly, he was a true driver—where Wang Tai was reserved and quiet, and Li Dongze considered himself refined, often dismissing humorous, more casual banter as unbecoming of a gentleman, only Yuan Shi could consistently tolerate her style and build upon it. Yet such a fascinating little one is likely to fall this time. Guan Ya hasn't faced an S-tier realm herself, though her family has a cousin with extraordinary talent—someone who has repeatedly matched against S-tier realms during her transcendent and sage stages, each time narrowly escaping peril. She has even recounted in detail the challenges of S-tier realms. Different S-tier realms test distinct domains, and passing one doesn't guarantee success in the next, since every individual has their weaknesses, and no one is a perfect all-rounder. Yuan Shiyuan managed the Red Slippers thanks to his exceptional memory (which he himself emphasized), but that strength may not hold up in the Jinshui Amusement Park. Guan Ya had already prepared for the worst. Suddenly, a sharp chime echoed through the bedroom, startling her. Hmm? Calling me now? She blinked her eyes slightly, swiftly turning her head to gaze at the illuminated phone screen—Yuan Shiyuan, the Celestial Sovereign! At that very moment, Guan Ya seemed to hear her own rapid heartbeat. She fumbled for her phone, took a deep breath, and chose to answer: "Yuanshi?" As soon as she said the first two words, Guan Ya held her breath. "Guan Ya姐, I've cleared the Golden Water Theme Park!" A familiar voice came through the speaker. ...Guan Ya sat there, stunned, with only one thought echoing in her mind: He's cleared the S-tier spiritual realm again! "Guan Ya姐? Guan Ya姐? Are you listening?" Zhang Yuanqing's voice pulled her back to reality. Guan Ya exclaimed, "You've cleared the S-tier spiritual realm again! You little guy! You little guy! Do you know what this means? When Shangzhong finds out, he'll be absolutely thrilled—probably going crazy!" "Yes, I've already anticipated exactly what he'll say," Zhang Yuanqing smiled. "He'll say: Oh my goodness, Heaven's sake, have you heard my faithful prayers? Yes, I'm certain you have!" Meanwhile, in her heart, she corrected herself: I'm not a little guy. Guan Ya laughed heartily and happily kicked her long legs. "Don't tease him in front of Shichang's face—otherwise, he'll smash your head flat." Zhang Yuanqing also smiled. Guan Ya, eager to learn, asked, "Have you checked the forum? Last night, another official visited Jinshui Water Park—seems to be named Hebo. The colleagues who are scheduled to enter Lingjing Realm are all anxious. Could you tell me what's going on at Jinshui Water Park?" The Lingjing guide and items hold tremendous appeal for the travelers, just as a stunning beauty does for LSP. "No way," Zhang Yuanqing firmly declined. Guan Ya was surprised—she had assumed the relationship between Yuanshi and the others would be very close. "Unless you reward me with a black silk leg photo," Zhang Yuanqing said with a cheerful grin. The elder Si Ji sighed, then brightened again, saying, "Photos aren't impressive. Why don't you come over to my place now and I'll show you everything." I'll send you a set of tights to take home and make tights milk tea." Zhang Yuanqing spoke seriously, discussing, "I think making tights milk tea is a waste—better to use them to wipe the guns." Guan Ya lay on her bed, laughing so hard her chest shook, "How could you say such things in front of a lady? Oh, and more? More?" ... At 7:30 a.m., the very first thing Li Dongze did upon waking was reach for his phone on the nightstand to check for any missed calls or unread messages. He couldn't help but feel disappointed. "Such an unmanageable child..." Li Dongze sighed, gazing at the ceiling for several seconds before getting up and dressing. His dressing was graceful, calm, and unhurried—no matter how bad his mood or how heavy his feelings, he never lost his elegance. At the dining table, Li Dongze enjoyed his breakfast prepared by the housekeeper, yet his mind was far from the food. The transcendent-stage dungeon should have appeared by the end of the evening. If there was still no word by noon—well, Li Dongze's mood grew heavier and heavier. The food lost its flavor. He set down his chopsticks and said, "Collect the food and put it away." The housekeeper, busy in the kitchen, nodded and was about to go out to clear the table when she heard the ring of the employer's phone from the bedroom. "I'll go get it," she said, turning toward the bedroom. Suddenly, the employer leapt up from his chair, his face agitated: "No, don't!" Then, this usually elegant employer rushed into the bedroom without the slightest grace. Li Dongze ran to the bed and saw the caller ID read "The Prime Immortal." His breathing quickened. He picked up the phone and connected, taking a deep breath to keep his voice calm. "Prime, have you come out?" Li Dongze's expression tightened. "Director, I'm alive," Zhang Yuanqing said, sounding weary. "I just came out and immediately called you." They had been talking nonstop until they forgot the time. Li Dongze's previously tense expression softened, and he immediately asked, "Have you sustained any injuries? Have you experienced a strong psychological impact, leaving you with lingering emotional concerns?" "Yes, at the amusement park, the ghost bride was deeply devoted to me, insisting I marry her—she wouldn't consider anyone else. I felt deeply guilty and have been left with a profound psychological impression." "Then it seems everything is well. I'm relieved." Li Dongze smiled slightly. "Since you've just come out, rest at home first. You can come back to the office a few days later, but please prepare and send your itinerary to my email promptly. I'll handle the rewards and recognition on your behalf. By the way, is there a shortage of Coca-Cola at home? I'll have someone deliver a few cases over." Strange—why hadn't the chief said, "Oh my goodness!"? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help muttering to herself. "No thanks, Chief. I still prefer the way you firmly say, 'I'll go get it myself.' " Li Dongze: "..." At that moment, the rabbit maiden walked in, holding the phone gently, and said in a soft voice, "Master, it's Li Dongze on the phone." Fu Qingyang glanced at the phone, set down his knife and fork, and looked at his friend, who was completely absorbed in his meal, ignoring the outside world. "What's up?" he asked, his tone cool. "The Centurion has emerged—Master Yuan Shishen has just passed through the Golden Water Theme Park," Li Dongze said, his voice particularly loud. Tink-tink... Fu Qingyang glanced at the young man whose knife and fork had fallen to the table, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "I see," he said. He handed the phone back to the rabbit maiden, smiling gently. "I've underestimated you—I should have bet against you." Though he said this, his tone was overwhelmingly cheerful, with no trace of regret. "I always thought those S-rank spiritual realms would eventually be conquered by us from the Taimei Sect," Ling Jun said, deeply frustrated and distressed. "But Elder Sun is simply clueless!" Fu Qingyang was taken aback. "You knew about this?" "Oh, that's a new thing we've been developing at the Taimei Forum—something I actually check in on regularly." "Yet you're criticizing the senior monk so directly—don't you fear he'll take action?" "Never mind, never mind. Master Sun doesn't use the internet at all, and he's not even very familiar with his phone." Ling Jun picked up his knife and fork again, saying, "But this time, I think we're going to have to face him. When he first passed through the Shē Lin Tunnel, he was a promising but still-to-be-observed talent. Now, having cleared another S-tier mission, it's clear he's both sharp and capable—his future achievements won't be low. Honestly, I'm starting to feel a bit frustrated with Master Sun. By the way, he's managed to clear two S-tier missions, and even a solid A-tier one—so far so good. But the third one? If he fails, he'll pass away young. What are you doing out there?" Fu Qingyang kept walking steadily toward the exit. "I'll report to the Monastic Council, request that the honors and bonuses be issued as soon as possible—before they … The scattered province, a lakeside villa. Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows as Xie Lingxi stepped out of the bathroom, still wrapped in a towel. Her youthful figure, though not yet fully developed—less curvaceous than that of a mature woman—exuded fresh vitality, her knees soft and delicate. The man-made lake shimmered with golden light, its banks lined with willows in their tender, fresh growth, creating a picturesque scene. At this moment, several luxury cars approached the villa along the lakeside road. The female assistant flipped through the files and said, "Wang Tai, member of the Second Squad at the Songhai Branch of the Five Elements Alliance, Kangyang District. His superior is Li Dongze, a Level 3 Scouting Officer under the White Tiger Army. His profession is a Scholar. "These are the basic details—we only have access to such foundational information. Photos and his actual identity remain unavailable." Within the official organization, these basic records are publicly accessible, both internally and externally, and are part of personnel files. However, an individual's actual identity is only accessible to direct superiors and the Council of Elders. Scholar... Xie Lingxi nodded with a composed, mature air. "Go further and gather information on the other members of the Second Squad. Also, investigate Wang Tai's social circles. Keep a close watch on the official forums of Tai Men and the Five Elements Alliance. As soon as you hear any news about the Golden-Water Amusement Park being targeted, inform me immediately." The female assistant nodded in agreement. Xie Lingxi continued, "Arrange for a vehicle. I'd like to visit Songhai. Also, on behalf of the Xie family, I'll send an official invitation to the Songhai branch of the Five Elements Alliance. I'm going to Songhai for business matters and would like Wang Tai from the Kangyang Second Team to receive me." The female assistant looked out the window, hesitating, "The family elders are almost all here. Shouldn't you meet with them first? There's a banquet this afternoon, and everyone is waiting for you to celebrate your achievement of reaching S-tier spiritual realm." "Ah, they're just waiting to see how you'll perform," Xie Lingxi huffed, shifting into a more youthful, delicate tone, as if trying to appear frail and innocent. "I'm only seventeen—how could I be expected to be serious all the time? My ancestors have always been so kind to me; they surely won't mind if I'm a bit playful." The female assistant sighed in resignation. ... After reporting to Xie Shizhong, Zhang Yuanqing changed into pajamas, tousled his hair, and pretended to be sleepy, yawning slightly. He then turned the doorknob and Grandma is in the kitchen; Grandpa has gone out, and cousin Chen Yuanjun has already had breakfast. At the dining table, only Jiang Yuer is crouched on her chair, delicately holding a steamed bun with her slender fingers. She likes to chew with her mouth closed, and with her naturally round face, she looks just like a small hamster eating. Hearing the sound of the bedroom door opening, Jiang Yuer lifts her gaze and softly calls out, "I want to finish all the steamed buns so you can have plain rice porridge..." Suddenly, she can't speak, staring blankly at Zhang Yuanqing. "What are you staring at?" Zhang Yuanqing sits down beside her. Jiang Yuer turns her head away, not looking at him. "Aunt, why is your cheek so red?" "Don't bother me with that."