He's testing me... Zhang Yuanqing has long since outgrown being a rookie. The traits of a Magus Heir are hard for outsiders to recognize. The only point that raises suspicion is his frequent visits to high-difficulty realms—yet that remains only a suspicion. After all, the Yeshen Tunnel isn't the first place where new Night-Wanderers have entered; the trials are already S-tier, so this doesn't constitute proof of being a Magus Heir. As for Jinshui Amusement Park, the realms have a matching mechanism—stronger individuals are paired with more challenging instances—which makes perfect sense. Therefore, this entire journey is purely a test of his. The Taiping Sect won't easily give up its search for a Magus Heir, and such tests will likely continue. Zhang Yuanqing gave a scornful laugh, displaying a touch of pride to solidify his status as a prodigy, and said with disdain, "Who do you think you're looking down on? What's a Magus Heir, really?" Lin Jun smiled warmly, "Then perhaps I was mistaken. If you are indeed a Magus Heir, then Brother Sun must be even more puzzled." "This guy has a surprisingly thick skin... Zhang Yuanqing didn't press the issue further, and asked curiously, 'When you all arrange such a situation for a senior monk, do you really feel it's just fine?' 'Of course there are issues,' said Ling Jun, gloating, 'but since everyone says it's fine, it's as if nothing has happened. When Sun Senior is angry, she can only go after the one who started it—the head of the Kangyang District, Yuan Ting, the team leader.' 'Poor Yuan!' Zhang Yuanqing silently offered her prayers in his heart. At that moment, Fu Qingyang returned with a cold demeanor, followed by Guan Ya, who looked sulky. After leaving a few elite staff to clean up the scene, the group departed. Li Dongze and the others returned to rest, while the arriving support team went to search for the true hideout of the rogue forces. The apartment location, Zhang Yuanqing had seen in her memory footage before." In the returning business sedan, Guan Ya lounged lazily on the leather seat, frowning. "Fu Qingyang must have taken the wrong medicine today—he scolded me quite thoroughly," she said. Zhang Yuanqing chuckled. "Perhaps because he's simple-minded but rich?" Guan Ya was startled, looking at him with suspicion. "Did you say something to him?" Zhang Yuanqing smiled. "Maybe because I have feelings but lack the courage?" "Well, then, you dare betray me—have you already prepared for a scene where the chickens fly and the eggs scatter?" "Arrogant old lady, who knows you might be the one humbled under my saddle?" "Come on!" "Come on!" Li Dongze silently watched his two subordinates, full of fiery determination yet motionless in their seats. The Dragon and the Phoenix. …… After returning to his luxurious villa, Fu Qingyang went up to the second floor without a word and entered his study. After closing the doors and windows, he dialed the phone of Elder Teddy, the one in charge of the Hei Wuxiang case. The Elder Ted is not actually named Ted; his spiritual realm ID is "The Elder and the Dog." He is a highly respected elder who, it's said, lost both parents at a young age and grew up relying on a dog for companionship. As a result, he often takes on the form of various dogs and rarely appears in his true form. Of course, this is also a means of concealing his identity. The phone call is quickly answered, and Fu Qingyang hears a dog barking through the speaker, followed by a clearing of the throat, and then the Elder's voice: "What's going on?" His tone is gentle yet authoritative. "Tonight, my team of spiritual realm explorers encountered a ambush while pursuing a particularly unruly group," Fu Qingyang calmly recounts the events. "Someone leaked the information..." the Elder says slowly. "How severe is the loss?" His tone carries a sense of seriousness. "Three are seriously injured; the others only sustained minor injuries," Fu Qingyang deliberately emphasizes. "Originally, they were expected to be completely wiped out." "Hmm?" "The newly recruited night-wanderer deity defeated a rampant threat, saving the entire team's lives." Fu Qingyang emphasized this point to boast before Yuan Shi Tian Zun, thereby strengthening his standing among the elders. With this, many issues originating from Taimei Sect would now be handled by the elders themselves. Elder Tedi remained silent for a few seconds, then smiled, "Well done—rarely have I encountered a fresh recruit as engaging as this one. Indeed, we cannot hand him over to Taimei Sect." He paused, his mood noticeably lifted, and asked, "Any more?" Fu Qingyang then recounted the intelligence gathered through Wen Ling. Elder Tedi said nothing further; on the other end of the line, silence settled in, even the faint sounds of dogs barking faded away. "Elder?" Fu Qingyang's gaze flickered, "Do you know anything about the 'Night Rose' organization?" A sigh came through the line. "The last time I heard of this group was over twenty years ago, during a disturbance involving a renowned spiritual lineage." "Any disturbances involving the Lingjing Clan?" Fu Qingyang pondered, as if he had just recalled something: "Among the three music families, one went extinct twenty-one years ago." "That's not something I'm at liberty to share—leastwise not here. If you'd like to know more, you'll have to find out on your own." Elder Tedi spoke calmly. "The Marshal has approved my request. Soon, the虎symbol will be sent to Songhai, and the annual 'major health check-up' is drawing near. I plan to combine the two matters. Hm, I'll see just how many misfits there are within the Five Elements Alliance." Then, Zhang Yuanqing changed into fresh clothes, turned the door handle, and pretended to go to the bathroom for the night, entering the bathroom to take a shower. After washing away the stains and blood, he felt as if the fatigue and minor injuries had also been cleansed. With the vibrant vitality of Ye You Shen, as long as the injuries were not life-threatening or involved amputations or limb loss, no treatment was needed. Back in the room, he sat at the table, closed his eyes, and reviewed the day's battle. "With my current abilities, I should be able to handle a single combat against three Level-3 Avatars without any issue... Ah, Red Slippers took on one, the Ghost Bride handled three, the Cat King controlled the battlefield, and the little comic character provided support... "Unfortunately, the Blood-Drinking Blade and the Divine Magic Mallet lack self-awareness and cannot act independently to engage enemies." He opened his eyes, opened his laptop, and logged into the official database. In the search bar, he typed: "Origin of the Spiritual Realm." There are dozens of search results, but they all reflect the official explorers' speculations about the spiritual realm. The more credible ones suggest the spiritual realm originated from an extraterrestrial civilization or was a technological legacy of a prehistoric culture. The less credible ones propose that the spiritual realm is a genuinely existing parallel universe, and they present a compelling personal account: during one of their dungeon expeditions, they developed a romantic connection with an enthusiastic and cheerful woman. Enthusiastically sharing their insights, the woman warmly welcomed them, creating an experience indistinguishable from reality. Therefore, the spiritual realm is a real parallel universe. "My goodness, the content is deteriorating—no, it's turning yellow—why haven't these posts been edited?" Zhang Yuanqing sighed and logged out of the database. The posts retrieved are all imaginative conjectures by the official explorers, with no official endorsement or documented organizational stance on the matter. This situation either indicates that the organization lacks relevant research or that Zhang's access permissions are insufficient. I can only tackle this matter later, once I'm promoted. Right now, my priorities are answering Taiguan's questions, tracking down the Black Immortal, and avenging myself on this turtle-nephew of Xiahou Tianyuan. Zhang Yuanqing stood up from his chair, ready to go to sleep. At that moment, the Cat King speaker, resting in the drawer, began emitting a faint hissing of electrical static. Was it about to sing, or was it playing a soundtrack from a little-known audio clip? Zhang Yuanqing was startled, paused, and opened the drawer. Almost simultaneously, a hoarse, low voice came through the speaker: "Today, I just concluded a solo spiritual realm case, set in the Ming Dynasty. From it, I learned a curious phenomenon—their extraordinary abilities were gained through cultivation. Is this merely a background design, or is there something deeper at play?" "Never mind. I don't need to dwell on these details. I've already reached Level 3. Once I complete my first killing mission, I'll be promoted to the Saint rank. For now, I haven't found a way to break through the current limitations." I hope the Saint Realm brings some rewards... That's... the Magistrate's voice. His eyes narrowed slightly as he held his breath and listened intently. "Not joining the official ranks was our biggest mistake. The Night-Wanderer's solo Realm is extremely demanding—there's a lack of副本 guidance. Even A-level Realms can leave people with a headache, and S-level Realms have a death rate of up to 90%. I wonder if there are any even more difficult ones. Anyway, I'm already unable to join the official ranks, and I'm not passing the major physical exams. "I've heard that the female Marshal of the White Tiger Army has consistently cleared S-level Realms during both her Transcendent and Saint phases—what a remarkable woman! I'd like to sleep with her." Not exactly. You won't be able to sleep with her—you were actually defeated by her later on. Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but comment. It turns out that during the Magistrate's own Transcendent phase, the female Marshal of the White Tiger Army had already been promoted to Marshal. How old is she now? "The Supreme Marshal is a top-tier spiritual journeyer—so distant, she can be a lofty goal. But right now, what matters most is to stay grounded. I must go hunting evil professionals. Without sufficient prestige points, I can't act against the lawful spiritual journeyers. Each month, I must kill ten lawful professionals—this is my duty..." "This month, I'm still short by one. Today, I captured a wood spirit from the Blossom Society. Oh, she's so delicate—she offered to trade her body for her life, pleading for survival. I think, though, performance is more important than that." "The wood spirit from the Blossom Society is truly exquisite—such a beauty. As a gesture of goodwill, I spared her life. Hey, that's what integrity is all about." Integrity? You're out of your mind! Zhang Yuanqing's brows furrowed as he heard this. Now he truly understood why Yuan Ting of the Taiyuan Sect described the Demon King as a fallen night wanderer—this person's character was indeed untrustworthy. How could the soldier even be associated with someone like this? The King of Cats' speaker emitted a crackling hum of electricity, and the voice of the deity gradually faded. Zhang Yuanqing waited a moment, and then the second audio segment came through. This time, it was not the deity speaking to himself, but engaging in conversation: "Then, hand me the guide for the 0029th spiritual realm." the魔君 said. After a quiet pause of several seconds, the魔君 said with satisfaction, "The transaction is complete. Black Immortal, are you planning to enter a solo spiritual realm in the near future?" "What does that have to do with you?"