Man, the Ghost-Eye Judge was really killed by the Demon King... Zhang Yuanqing's heart surged with emotion. Although the idea that the Demon King had killed the Ghost-Eye Judge was his own proposal, it had been a bold assumption, lacking careful verification. Thus, when Fu Qingyang firmly stated that the Fallen Holy Cup had been influenced by the Demon King and that the Ghost-Eye Judge had indeed been slain by him, Zhang Yuanqing found the Centurion's judgment overly confident and even somewhat dogmatic. But now, after hearing this conversation, Zhang Yuanqing firmly believes the Ghost-Eye Judge was killed by the Demon King. In fact, the very reason Black Unusual established ties with the Night Rose also traces back to the Demon King. The entire chain of events now makes perfect sense. "Has the Night Rose's influence already penetrated down to the Staff level? Man, the Five-Element Alliance is so vast—there's no way to avoid the inevitable conflicts. Brother Bing said not to trust the official channels too much—perhaps that's exactly the reason... " "Why does the Demon King say that killing ten Lawful-class professionals each month is his duty? Where does this duty come from? Is it arranged by the Spirit Realm?" Is this why he became a fallen one, despised by the Taiyuan Sect? Well, the Magistrate King and the Judge of Mysteries, as well as Black Unusual, do indeed have connections. Then I understand why Brother Bing asked me to obtain the registry... Zhang Yuanqing immediately considered whether he should subtly share this information with Fu Qingyang. This would undoubtedly be a major opportunity to make a significant impact and strengthen their rapport. "No, it's unnecessary. In the memories of the ever-dominant one, the hint has already been given—there's no need for me to reiterate. Moreover, I'm still questioning whether Fu Qingyang, who can penetrate even the level of Executive Officers, is truly trustworthy." Zhang Yuanqing waited a moment, and the Cat King speaker continued to play no audio. He promptly wrapped the speaker in a thin blanket for simple sound insulation and then crawled into bed. "The Mage King has experienced the Ming Dynasty-era quest. The characters there rely on cultivation—doesn't that match exactly with the records I saw at the San Dao Mountain Lady's Temple? If the Spiritual Realm is a parallel world, then we are the 'system'-based outsiders, advancing by completing tasks and leveling up? Indeed, it's not just me who has sensed that the Spiritual Realm holds hidden secrets. As a high-level Spiritual Realm traveler, I wonder if the Mage King will continue investigating this matter. The best course of action would be to meet with the Lady of San Dao Mountain, though that old stick-in-the-mud is quite intimidating. The Cat King's speaker has recorded countless secrets and can provide me with information far beyond my usual access. By leveraging this information advantage, I can gain more secrets and knowledge than other travelers in the Spiritual Realm. He drifted into thought, gradually entering a dream-like state. ... Morning. At the dining room of Huayu Hotel, in a luxurious and grand private suite, Xie Lingxi warmly welcomed two distinguished guests—Xia Hou Xin and Xia Hou Tianyuan." "To be honest, it's been some years since I last saw my niece, and she's grown even more beautiful." Xue Hou Xin lifted his coffee, took a sip, then gestured in the air, producing a small mirror with a bronze handle and a brass surface, about the size of a palm. With a smile, he said, "This is a gift from my uncle. It's a small accessory, not particularly useful—just treat it like a toy." "Thank you, Uncle," Shé Lingxi brightened, speaking softly and tenderly. Xue Hou Tianyuan, standing by, couldn't help but glance at her several times. He hadn't seen her in years—the last time, she was still in junior high. Though she was neat and graceful, a true beauty, she was still quite young. He hadn't expected that in just a few years, she would have grown so refined and elegant, her voice so sweet and fresh, her eyes bright and her smile pure and innocent. After presenting the gift, Xue Hou Xin moved straight to the point: "Lingxi, I've heard you came to Songhai to meet Lady Zhishika?" "Yes, I haven't seen the Lady Director in a long time Xiahou Xin nodded with a satisfied expression, speaking in a gentle tone. "Do you know where she is?" Xie Lingxi shook her head. "After she fought with Grandfather Xiahou, she disappeared. I don't know where she is now." Xiahou Xin was not surprised by this response; he smiled slightly and changed the subject. "You and Tianyuan are of the same generation—spend more time getting to know each other. Though Tianyuan may not be the most outstanding, he has already reached level three. Becoming a Saint is just a matter of time." Xie Lingxi immediately adopted a look of admiration, clasping her hands together and her eyes sparkling with wonder. "Tianyuan brother is so amazing!" Xiahou Tianyuan was momentarily taken aback. He had seen countless women flatter and court him, but this genuine admiration—so pure, so untouched by worldly experience—was like a young girl genuinely worshipping her next-door big brother. It was so beautiful and so sincere. He felt a little enchanted. Then, shifting her tone, Xie Lingxi added, "I've heard that the Wuxing Alliance has a young man named Yuansh Xiaohou Tianyuan's face darkened, a sudden surge of anger rising at the thought that his own merits had been taken away. He glanced at his father and casually replied, "Someone who can clear two S-rank spiritual realms certainly has some talent." She looked at him with a bright smile and said, "I believe Tianyuan brother is stronger than him." After breakfast, the Xiaohou father and son bid farewell and left. Once they were gone, the pure sincerity and sweetness on Xie Lingxi's face settled into a more composed and serious demeanor. Had there been a conflict between Xiaohou Tianyuan and Yuanshi brother? Indeed, at least some discomfort had occurred. The day before, Yuanshi brother had called to inquire about the Xiaohou family. She found it odd—hadn't such information been easily gathered through a simple inquiry within the Wuxing Alliance? Basic details were sufficient to satisfy her curiosity. So why had he specifically asked her? Thus, she had just tried to probe. Given Xiaohou Tianyuan's usually proud nature, he likely had been flattered by her subtle praise as a musician. Yet when she turned to praise Yuanshi brother, Xiaohou Tianyun's temper Mostly, there's been a conflict, and the Xiahou family doesn't want anyone to know about it. Yuanshi, after all, has his merits—how could he have been treated so poorly by Xiahou Tianyuan? While thinking whether or not to call and comfort her brother, the female assistant beside her said, "Madam, they just used polygraph devices to test you." Shé Lingxi nodded, saying, "Go find out if there's been a conflict between the Xiahou family members and Yuanshi brother, and investigate the cause." The female assistant: "Yes!" ... In the elevator, Xiahou Tianyuan remarked, "This girl is getting more and more beautiful. Father, I'd like to marry her. You go to the She family and make the proposal on my behalf." Xiahou Tianyuan is different from his brother Xiahou Tianwen. While the latter's indulgence lies in his passion for women, Xiahou Tianyuan's is rooted in his personality—arrogant, domineering, and assertive. Xiahou Xin said, "By the way, your third aunt-in-law is from the She family's extended side The father and son said nothing more, stepped out of the elevator, and entered the car under the escort of the bodyguards. Xue Hou Xin looked ahead and began speaking on business: "The girl indeed doesn't know where the Master of the Halt-Slaying Palace is hiding. Perhaps she has some means of communication, but that's no longer important—we simply can't compel the Shieh family's eldest daughter. Now, the leads for the other members of the Halt-Slaying Palace have also been lost. You've been with me for so long now—what do you think?" "We can't do much about the core members of the Xie family, but we can influence the ordinary people within the Xie family, sending them out to gather information." Xiahou Xin glanced at his son. Compared to his eldest, he preferred his younger son—though bold and assertive, often disregarding formalities, which actually freed him from being constrained by them. When Xiahou Tianyuan was young, Xiahou Xin had already noticed this strength in his son. Over the years, he had nurtured it by allowing him room to grow, occasionally reminding him or giving him gentle guidance, and the result had been quite satisfactory. Xiahou Tianyuan had certainly not let him down. While there were many young talents within the family who surpassed him in natural ability, whenever conflicts arose, Xiahou Tianyuan was never the one who suffered the most. With a bit more refinement, once he mastered the balance of his "boldness," he would undoubtedly achieve greater success than his elder brother, Xiahou Tianwen. "Are there any more?" Xiahou Xin asked. "Of course," Xiahou Tianyuan said, stroking the silver ear studs, and with a cold smile added, "Wang "I'll have someone drive his family to their deaths, issue a warning, and he'll come out on his own." Xue Hou Xin shook his head. "That's too extreme. We're not on our home ground—this will draw intervention from the Wu Xing Alliance." Xue Hou Tianyuan seemed to have anticipated his father's response, and then proposed the second plan: "Then, take his family hostage, detain them without killing them. Once we've lured out Wang Qian, we'll release them. The Wu Xing Alliance will naturally won't turn against us." Xue Hou Xin nodded slightly. "Both plans will be executed simultaneously." He said no more, his gaze fixed on the window, a touch of concern etched on his brow. Someone must be behind that woman's ability to trace back to the Xue Hou family. This situation is particularly challenging—we may have to try even more radical measures. ... Xie Lingxi donned her workout attire, stretched her graceful figure like a willow branch, and headed for the hotel gym to exercise for half an hour. Well, lately I've been eating quite a bit—large portions of fish and meat, plus desserts after meals. However, for a musician at the extraordinary stage, physical strength improvements are limited, and without regular exercise, she still faces a risk of gaining weight. Of course, gaining weight isn't necessarily bad—what's worrying is if she gains it where she shouldn't, or where she should. Quick, bring the phone over—I need to give my brother a little sympathy; he must have been beaten up by Xiaohou Tianyuan. The female assistant immediately walked to the bedside, unplugged the phone charger, and as she moved toward the floor-to-ceiling window, said: "There's one more thing from last night."