Fujiawan. A luxury villa community in the prime location of Kangyang District. In Songhai, suburban villa prices range from 90,000 to 120,000 yuan; city villa prices, however, Zhang Yuanqing had never personally investigated. Yet, since he lives in Kangyang District, he's well aware of Fujiawan's reputation—just a few years ago, the most expensive villa there was priced at 350 million yuan. Such a high-end community is inaccessible even to taxis. Zhang Yuanqing got out of his taxi at the entrance and waited quietly for several minutes until a graceful, well-dressed woman in a windbreaker approached, swaying elegantly. "Master Yuanshi Tianzun?" she smiled warmly. "That's me," Zhang nodded. "General Fu assigned me to escort you," she added with a smile. The woman was tall and elegant, with long legs and black stockings, her makeup refined yet understated—clearly a standout beauty. Following her, Zhang walked along the wide pathways of the community for about fifteen minutes, and they stopped at the entrance of a grand, luxurious villa. Beyond the intricately carved iron gate lay a vast courtyard, resembling a refined garden, where the landscape was enhanced through thoughtful arrangements of flowers, trees, rock formations, and water features, and where elegant buildings and well-designed pathways further elevated the ambiance, creating a serene and beautiful environment. At the heart of this "garden" stood a grand three-story villa, beautifully surrounded by scenic elements. A high-quality rabbit lady... At that moment, the poised woman who had escorted him to the villa removed her wind coat, revealing her sleek, alluring rabbit lady uniform, and fastened a pair of white ear accents on her head, smiling, "The Centurion is waiting upstairs. Follow me." In an instant, she transformed from a dignified woman into a curvaceous, well-proportioned uniformed rabbit lady with a slender waist and long legs. Upon reaching the second floor, the rabbit lady guided him to the doorway of the study, softly saying, "The Centurion is waiting for you." Then she stepped back. Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand and gently knocked on the double doors of the study. "Come in," came Fu Qingyang's voice from within. The double wooden doors were not locked, so Zhang Yuanqing pushed them open gently, and the scene inside came into view—more like a living room than a traditional study. A vibrant red carpet covered the spacious room, with elegant wooden sofas, antique cabinets, bookshelves, and paintings, armor, Western iron swords, and Chinese ancient swords displayed on the walls. Fu Qingyang sat at a desk directly facing the entrance, behind him not a bookshelf, but a portrait of himself. Guan Ya was right—he truly was arrogant. Zhang Yuanqing walked across the long carpet to the desk and said, "Centurion." "Hm," Fu Qingyang nodded with a stern expression. Some people appear cold and restrained on the surface, yet secretly maintain a rabbit girl in their household... Zhang Yuanqing glanced at him, silently criticizing. Fu Qingyang said, "Xiahou Tianyuan is confined in the basement. I'll take you there shortly." "Would it really be all right to kill him like this?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. Fu Qingyang replied calmly, "Even without considering the offenses he's committed, merely his alliance with the secret organization is enough to warrant his death a hundred times over. When you speak to Ling, I'll arrest Xiahou Xin and execute him according to law. As for Xiahou Chi, he's held in the zoo managed by the Dog Elder—there will need to be a formal request for his detention." Indeed, this Centurion of the White Tiger Brigade is both decisive and resolute. Zhang Yuanqing felt a wave of sentiment, and quietly added: "Too bad, she's just an LSP." At the very moment he saw these rabbit maidens, Zhang Yuanqing mentally replayed a full 100GB of storyline—his DNA almost stirred. At that point, Fu Qingyang furrowed his brows: "Do you have any complaints about me?" Ah? Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, shaking his head vigorously: "No, no, the Centurion is truly brilliant." "You do," said Fu Qingyang. "No, I don’t." "You do," the wealthy young noble emphasized, frowning. "Any attempt to hide it in front of the scouts is futile." Well… Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing let go of his pretense and chuckled: "The truth is, I never expected the Centurion to have such a private life—indeed, your taste is exceptional. Unlike me, who only enjoys black stockings and long legs, with a rather simple taste." …Fu Qingyang’s eyes twitched, and after a few seconds of silence, he explained: "They are the housemaids—responsible only for household chores and meals." Ah? ...Following the stairs downward, Zhang Yuanqing trailed behind Fu Qingyang and arrived at the second underground level. The layout resembled that of a hotel, with red-carpeted corridors flanked by individual cells. Why had Zhang Yuanqing established a dungeon within his home—was it a personal preference, or a taste favored by the White Tiger troops? He glanced curiously left and right. A well-functioning ventilation system ensured the underground area remained fresh and well-ventilated. Fu Qingyang approached a steel door, struck a match, lit a cigarette, and through the grille, gazed into the cell. Following his line of sight, Zhang Yuanqing turned his gaze to the interior. Xia Hou Tianyuan wore steel manacles around his wrists and a wooden collar around his neck, seated by a single bed. His complexion appeared healthy, suggesting he had not gone without food or clothing. The manacles and wooden collar must have been props—otherwise, they could not have confined a Level 3 Spiritual Realm practitioner. Zhang Yuanqing studied Xia Hou Tianyuan closely. He had already heard the footsteps, and now fixed his venomous gaze on the two enemies standing at the door, finally settling on Zhang Yuanqing, and coldly remarked, "Oh, here to visit your father, are you? I'm doing just fine. When I finally step out, I'll peel you alive and draw out your sinews, you ungrateful son." He then turned to Fu Qingyang, sneering, "Fu Qingyang, how long can you keep me locked up? I'm the direct descendant of the Xiaohou family. Your evidence may hold me for a few years at most. Once I reach the Saint Realm, Xiaohou family will surely rescue me." Even imprisoned, he felt confident. Xiaohou Tianyuan had conceded, but what then? At most, he'd be confined for a few years. Should he achieve Saint Realm status during one of the major combat missions in the middle or late of the year, the family would fully support him and ensure his release. Though other branches of the family desperately wanted him dead, once he attained Saint Realm status, the elders would certainly protect him. Fu Qingyang replied calmly, "All this journey your Xiaohou family has made all the way to Songhai— Xiahou Tianyuan smiled coldly, said nothing. Zhang Yuanqing took on the role of the supporting voice, saying, "I think there's another motive behind this." Fu Qingyang glanced at him, his expression calm. "Oh? What do you mean?" Zhang Yuanqing replied, "I believe Master Zhi Sha has likely obtained certain secrets from Xiahou Tianwen, which is why Xiahou Chi has brought his core forces to Songhai—to eliminate key figures and eliminate potential threats." Fu Qingyang nodded in sudden understanding. "Then, what kind of secrets do you think?" Zhang Yuanqing said, "For instance, Xiahou Chi's line may have been secretly collaborating with the Night Rose." Upon hearing this, Xiahou Tianyuan's pupils constricted sharply, and the arrogance and confidence on his face were replaced by astonishment and disbelief. No—this couldn't be true. How could they possibly know? A storm of thoughts surged within him. "I don't understand what you're talking about," Xiahou Tianyuan quickly regained his composure, regaining his defiant posture. "What? Do you intend to fabricate charges against me?" Our Xiaohou family may not compare to the Fu family, but we certainly won't allow you, Fu Qingyang, to slander and undermine us so openly and without restraint." Fu Qingyang stared intently at the other man's defiant expression, pulled out a door access card from his pocket, and handed it to Zhang Yuanqing. "Ding!" Zhang Yuanqing took the card and swiped it to open the door. As he stepped into the prison chamber, he reached out, palm upward, and plucked from the air a willow blade measuring forty centimeters in length, gleaming with a cold, sharp light. Xiaohou Tianyuan's face paled, his gaze flickering between the blade and Zhang Yuanqing's face, his voice rising in shock and anger. "What are you doing?!" Zhang Yuanqing smiled, his lips curling. "I'm going to kill you—then ask the spirit!" Xiaohou Tianyuan's expression froze, then turned wild, like a cat startled and fluffed up, roaring, "You dare kill me? The Prime Immortal! You dare kill me? "I am the eldest son of the Xiaohou family, and my father is a descendant of the ancestral line. Zhang Yuanqing stepped forward steadily. Xiahou Tianyuan's face shifted from anger to fear, repeatedly pleading, "Master Yuan Shi, don't let Fu Qingyang exploit you—he's using you! Our differences are not insurmountable. Don't be used!" Emotions can be controlled, but the spiritual essence can truly reveal a person's true nature. Xiahou Tianyuan was precisely such a person—born with a fiercely harsh disposition. Zhang Yuanqing inhaled deeply and absorbed the spiritual essence, and at once, a torrent of fragmented, chaotic memories surged into his consciousness. These memories were scattered and disordered, flashing like a carousel of images in his mind. Zhang Yuanqing witnessed several key moments from Xiahou Tianyuan's past. During his junior high years, he had already gathered friends to bully weaker students, even assaulting the English teacher, eventually resolving the matter with the help of his family. Yet he remained unchanged, continuing to assault several female classmates in a row. In high school, he learned to use money as leverage, manipulating female teachers and students, and consistently targeting the vulnerable. After adulthood, his behavior grew even more severe—he pressured entrepreneurs, forged alliances with state-owned enterprise leaders, and even cultivated wild spiritual practitioners as his enforcers. One after another, these memories rushed past, until finally, Zhang Yuanqing caught sight of the several memories that left the deepest impression on Xiahou Tianyuan. In the brightly lit study with tightly closed doors and windows, Xue Hou Xin sat at the desk, his face serious. He looked at his son and said in a steady tone, "The Night Rose is an organization so terrifying that it's beyond imagination. Its influence spans both official and civilian spheres. One day, every spiritual traveler in the realm will bow to it. 'Father, such an organization could easily carve out its own territories and become either a new official or a powerful evil force. Why then does it remain hidden?' Xue Hou Xin paused and replied, 'Do you know why the Five Elements Alliance and the Taiyuan Gate have been able to become official organizations?' 'Because the most number of travelers belong to the Orderly faction?' 'No. It's because the five alliance leaders control the most profound secrets of the spiritual realm—including the leaders of the enduring evil organizations. Heaven, the opposition between Order and Evil is far more complex than you might imagine. 'The Night Rose's ambition is to dominate the entire spiritual realm.' The scene fragmented, and Zhang Yuanqing stepped out of the inquiry.