"Her?" the Mage King scoffed, "So eager already to control me?" Betty's sweet, velvety voice replied, "My Lord, you are the most promising Night Wanderer of this age. We will be in awe of you, never mind controlling you. "Besides, in our culture there's an old saying—'To die beneath the peonies, even as a ghost, one is still admired.' The President is the most captivating woman in the world. Wouldn't you look forward to sharing spring nights with her?" "Hmm, that's something you haven't heard," the Mage King chuckled coldly. "In our realm, there's another old saying—'When the whip is too long, it can't reach.' I will certainly sleep with her—though not yet. I'll wait until I complete my final solo Spiritual Realm and step into that highest domain, then I'll see her." Pausing, Betty whispered softly, "What if I told you a secret—one about the Night Wanderers, no, one of the greatest secrets of the Spiritual Realms?" "Stupid woman." "The Mage King said calmly, 'Every gift comes with a price. The Goddess Association couldn't have told me this kind of secret without purpose—they're trying to control me. By the way, do you know this secret?' 'I... I don't know...' 'Don't worry. You're a captivating woman, one I can't stop enjoying. I won't kill you to extract your spirit until I've had my fill of you.' Then came the soft, continuous sound of chewing—clearly, Zhang Yuanqing, a pure-hearted youth, assumed the foreign woman was enjoying a delicious meal to regain her strength. Just as the night stroll ended, Zhang Yuanqing reappeared in the room. Listening to the gentle sounds of eating, he furrowed his brows deeply, realizing something. This item... belongs to the Mage King! The Cat King speaker cannot store items in the inventory—it must be carried with one at all times. And the audio just played was between the Mage King and the foreign woman. What does that mean? It means the Cat King speaker was right beside the Mage King at that moment—someone who, by nature, would carry their belongings with them." Bro asked me to find this item, yet it belongs to the Mage King. What's the connection between Bro and the Mage King? Bro can't possibly be the Mage King—his voice doesn't match, and his speech style is entirely different. They've known each other since they were toddlers, so close and familiar. Mage King: "Come, let's try a different position..." They seem to have reached a mutual understanding and settled into deeper conversation, pausing their meals to engage more fully. Zhang Yuanqing had to once again cast his night-wandering spell to mute his voice—just then, the soft "hmm-hmm" sounds were suddenly replaced by a steady hum of electrical current. In the next instant, the speaker of the Cat King音箱 emitted a low, familiar voice: "Detective, I'm your assistant, A-Bing. I can't determine exactly when you're hearing this recording, but I know this—right now, I should already be dead, or missing... Don't ask me about my relationship with the Mage King. That truth is one you can't yet bear." If I have already vanished, please don't go searching for me—at least, wait until you've completed your first major slaughter instance and ascended to the Saint's Realm. "This item will provide you with valuable information about me, about the Demon King... but remember, don't let anyone hear the recording. Once it's leaked, make sure to eliminate them. "The Demon King's character card is a gift from me. It symbolizes opportunity, yet comes with endless risks. Don't place too much trust in the official organization—don't trust anyone. "Now, here's my first clue: when you hear this recording, the Ghost-Eye Judge is likely already dead. If Black Unusual hasn't been found yet, you must find him, secure the roster—make sure to obtain the roster..." How does Brother Bing know that the Ghost-Eye Judge has already passed away at this moment? He couldn't even be certain of the exact time he received the Elvis speaker—unless, before he recorded this, the mysterious Eye Judge had already passed away, which would explain his confidence. Zhang Yuanqing was startled. He suddenly remembered what Yuan Ting had asked him about that day, "Although we can't pinpoint the exact time of the Demon King's death, it must have been recent, and the Eye Judge's death also appears to be recent. So is there a connection between the two events—the Demon King and the Eye Judge both passing away?" "We absolutely have to obtain the roster... Brother Bing spoke so seriously about it. What important information is contained in the roster? It seems now that the events of the Demon King and the Eye Judge's deaths have also involved him. Could it be that his disappearance is directly tied to this?" "Then, by uncovering the truth behind the deaths of the Demon King and the Eye Judge, wouldn't we also learn why Brother Bing went missing and where he is now?" Zhang Yuanqing waited a moment, and when the Elvis speaker stopped playing, he promptly returned it to his drawer. He sat motionless at his desk for a long time, finally pulling out a notebook and organizing his thoughts in writing: "The Five Elements Alliance is actively seeking Black Immortal, and so is the Spirit Energy Association's Eastern Branch. With so many forces involved and such diverse interests, I believe I should find their official records—ideally, join the search team under the umbrella of the Five Elements Alliance. That way, I can operate with greater discretion and protection." He'd head over to the office later to speak with Shichang and see if he could get involved in the operation. "I've discovered a new profession—'Love and Desire'—which sounds like an overseas specialty. Honestly, 'beauty person'? I'd love to see it in action..." As he wrote, he realized he had strayed from his original point and erased the latter part. "The Magus maintains close ties with overseas professionals. I'm just wondering whether he finally met the head of the Beauty Association, and whether he received any secrets from her. If so, perhaps the Cat King speaker will have captured those moments... Ah, now that I think about it, does the Taiyuan Sect's search for the Magus' successor stem from such connections?" "Not long after, he finalized his short-term plans: First, to find ways to become involved in Black Immortal's pursuit campaign. Second, to fulfill the bequest on behalf of his father, who had been deeply ashamed to be a father. His long-term objective was to prepare for the third Spiritual Realm mission, though that remained distant for now and didn't require immediate attention yet." "Click!" He lit the match, watching the flame lick at the paper, rise high, and eventually consume the entire plan. After clearing the traces, Zhang Yuanqing took his phone and the Cat King speaker, activated his night-walking ability, and leapt out the window, using the air conditioner unit as a stepping platform to reach the hallway. He couldn't possibly leave the living room openly now—he'd surely be dealt with by his grandmother. "Knock, knock!" Upon reaching the hallway, Zhang Yuanqing rang the doorbell of his uncle's house. His aunt opened the door, wearing a sleek yoga outfit. Though in her mid-fifties, her figure remained youthful, still holding the grace of a woman in her early thirties—rarely seen. Plus, being well-cared-for and never doing housework, she looks only in her forties—completely unlike a mother of a thirty-year-old son. "Uncle's wife, where's my uncle?" Zhang Yuanqing peeked inside. "Who knows where he's ghosting off to these days," replied the aunt, rolling her eyes with a graceful air. "I remember he has a wallet—after all, he doesn't use it much. Why not give it to me?" Zhang Yuanqing stated his purpose. The cat king speaker was too uncomfortable to carry in his pocket, and it wasn't worth the effort of carrying a backpack. After all, the wallet was the best option. "He's in the dressing room—go find it yourself," the aunt said, clearing a path. Zhang Yuanqing rushed into the dressing room, searched around, and finally found his uncle's stylish purple branded wallet. As he tied it around his waist and walked out, he said: "Thank you, Aunt. You're always eighteen." "Wait!" The aunt called him back, gestured with her mouth toward the room behind her, and naturally added: "Take the trash from the living room and the bedroom “Zhang Yuanqing listened carefully and coldly rejected, ‘No!’ His aunt exclaimed, pinching her waist, ‘You’ve grown strong now, haven’t you? Go and take out the trash—here’s one hundred yuan for you.’ While not as stern as Grandma, who often clears the household with sharp words, Aunt Jiang is good at gradually wearing down young men through financial pressure. Because of her reluctance to do housework, she has long made Zhang Yuanqing her part-time worker, often saying, ‘Yuanzi, here’s your allowance—help Aunt Jiang with this.’ Over the years, Zhang Yuanqing earned quite a bit of money from her. ‘Aunt Jiang, I’m no longer a child—I don’t want to be treated as before, with money handed out just to keep me going.’ ‘Two hundred yuan.’ ‘Aunt Jiang, please trust me—I’ll take care of the trash.’ Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly went back inside. Aunt Jiang pulled out two red bills from her elegant Louis Vuitton wallet, then thoughtfully drew out a third. ‘Here you go!’ ‘Thank you, Aunt Jiang—I’ll always be your eighteen-year-old.’ ‘Stop it! Why don’t you say fifteen?’ Aunt Jiang gave him "Don't worry, Auntie. I'm calling the police right away to have Uncle caught." "Go on, go on..." Auntie laughed so hard she nearly fell over. ... Zhang Yuanqing took a taxi to the office, using his strong social skills to negotiate for masks from the frugal driver, then pulled on the hood of his hoodie, tucked his hands into his pockets, and walked into the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau. Upon entering the glass building and ascending to the second floor, he saw Li Dongze and Guan Ya gathered around Wang Tai. Guan Ya smiled warmly, saying, "Well done! I never expected you to quietly build such a strong connection with the daughter of a wealthy family. What does she see in you? Your nose isn't exactly prominent, is it?" Li Dongze, holding his walking stick, shook his head in resignation, murmuring, "You can't judge a person by their appearance. You can't judge a person by their appearance. Look at Wang Tai—so broad-shouldered and with such intense features..." Wang Tai sat at the table, looking utterly bewildered. "Oh, here comes our hero," Li Dongze's ear twitched, and "Well, since we're already bored, let's just take a look." Zhang Yuanqing was about to ask them what they had been discussing when Li Dongze nodded, his expression growing serious, and said, "Yuanshi, your plan is more complicated than I imagined... What's going on?" "What do you mean?" "General Fu is currently attending a meeting at the senior level. There's a serious disagreement among the elders regarding whether to sell this plan to the Taimei Sect."