The sound of the doorbell echoed through the quiet office. Black Unusual, with a narrow face and keen eyes, glanced at his subordinate. The young woman, composed and cautious, stepped close to the door and whispered, "Who is it?" A deep, familiar voice answered from outside, "It's me!" The young woman, named "Rui," beamed with relief and hurried to open the door. Unusual as he was, he maintained a good relationship with the Heavenly Injustice—his preferences within the small group of Black Unusual had gradually been assimilated, and over time, they had lost interest in ordinary women. Only Heavenly Injustice and "Rui" still held a strong attraction to human females, while showing hesitation toward female beasts. In the darkness outside, Heavenly Injustice stood silently, his gaze cold and steady, sweeping over Black Unusual and "Rui," as if confirming something. Seeing his colleague's indifferent expression and unfamiliar eyes, "Rui" felt a sudden weight settle in her heart. Then, she noticed Heavenly Injustice reaching into his pocket and pulling out a clay statue about the size of a palm. This clay figure is a giant bare-chested, struggling to carry a mountain forward. To the astonishment of Hei Wu Chang and Shao Fu He Run, the unjust heavens cast the figure into the office. Thud! The figure crashes to the ground, making a deep, resonant sound. At that very moment, Hei Wu Chang and Shao Fu He Run are frozen in place—shaking with trembling bodies, their shoulders bearing the weight of the mountain, unable to move. Standing outside the office, the unjust heavens draws a pistol from its waist and aims it steadily at Shao Fu He Run’s head, then calmly fires. "Bang, bang, bang…" The bullets pierce the head, shattering the skull, splashing blood and brain tissue everywhere. Yet at this moment, Shao Fu He Run’s body is only just beginning to transform—hardened keratin covering just 50% of her body—when she is taken from life. The unjust heavens stands at the door, now turning the muzzle toward the innermost figure, Hei Wu Chang, and fires again—"Bang, bang, bang…" The remaining bullets pour into Hei Wu Chang’s body. Yet the saint remained unharmed, even without being afflicted by the spirit-worms; merely relying on his physical strength, a spirit-worm master could easily withstand bullets. Seeing the bullets fail to make an impact, the heavenly justice, standing at the doorway, collapsed straight to the ground. From the darkness outside, a figure in white robes slowly approached. Black Lament observed the approaching white figure and said, "The Holy Cup is stored in my inventory. Should I be killed, it will be reclaimed by the spiritual realm." Fu Qingyang extended his hand, catching the bronze Eight-Direction Sword, and said calmly, "It makes no difference." Returning to the spiritual realm would mean that for a long time to come, no spirit-worm master would be able to obtain this rule-based artifact. Black Lament sneered and declared loudly, "Did you hear that? The Five-Element Alliance wishes to return the Holy Cup to the spiritual realm." ... At the convenience store, Zhang Yuanqing finished his ramen and ordered another serving of hot pot. Leaning against the counter, he chatted warmly with the store attendant. "Oh, your son studies at the Business School, right? The Business School is excellent—there are so many beautiful girls there. I bet your son's girlfriend must be quite lovely," Zhang Yuanqing expressed with admiration. "Ah, just average, not outstanding," the aunt sighed, finding the young man's words pleasant and thus asking, "By the way, what university are you attending?" Zhang Yuanqing looked deeply thoughtful, saying, "I never went to university. I graduated from high school and started working right away. So, I always thought university graduates were the real elite. My dream back then was to get into Songhai University." "Songhai University, isn't that a truly remarkable institution?" the aunt replied, at the same time offering reassurance, "Nowadays, university degrees aren't as valuable as they used to be—academic qualifications aren't as highly regarded. Once you enter the workforce, you still have to rely on your own efforts." For some reason, despite the fact that her son was only a regular undergraduate, she now felt a touch of pride and her mood had brightened considerably. "Indeed, aunt, you're absolutely right. You're someone who's been through it." Zhang Yuanqing nodded repeatedly, saying, "Could you please add a spoon of soup, Auntie?" Auntie added one spoon. "Thank you, Auntie. Your food is so delicious—I'd like to take a string of kelp with me." After a moment's hesitation, Auntie handed him a string. While sipping the fresh, spicy, hot soup and chatting with Auntie, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt a strong wave of palpitations. The battle had begun! Black Unseen had indeed been lurking at Songhai No. 3 Primary School. Zhang Yuanqing remained calm on the surface, quietly summoning Xiao Doushi and instructing him to observe the match. He intended to watch the battle from the perspective of a spiritual servant. The feeling of being out of the loop in such a situation was rather uncomfortable—having an immediate grasp of the situation upon any unexpected event would allow him to think more clearly and respond effectively. Moreover, he longed to witness the combat of high-level spiritual realm practitioners. Xiao Doushi lay on the ground, lifting his head, instantly captivated by the snacks and beverages displayed on either side of the shelves, his large, bright eyes filled with longing. You can't eat anything—go do your All I have to do is go back and buy some snacks, eat them right in front of you—let you have your fill… He added mentally. The little dork slowly climbed out of the convenience store, vanishing into the night. … With the cry of the Black Unusual, a crimson stream of flame surged from afar and exploded beside Fu Qingyang. Like a burst of fireworks, the quiet campus suddenly brightened. Amidst the swirling flames, a tall, imposing figure emerged. He didn’t close the distance to launch a direct attack on Fu Qingyang, the famed Fu family prince renowned as nearly invincible even below the Sovereign Realm. Instead, he reached out and firmly grasped. The flowing flames in the air coalesced into flaming arrows, pointed downward, aimed precisely at Fu Qingyang. Facing this elite scout at the peak of the Saint Realm, close combat was not the wisest move—despite being a fire specialist himself. “Which branch of the Five Elements Alliance are you from? Or are you one of the fire specialists secretly trained by the Night Rose?” Fu Qingyang stood with his sword in hand, deeply in peril, yet his expression remained calm. The man in the mask, his voice rough and hard to discern, said, "You don't need to know." With his right hand clenched, he pressed downward, sending a cascade of fiery arrows soaring through the air. Fu Qingyang strolled through the rain of arrows, occasionally sidestepping, stepping forward, or retreating, his bronze octagonal sword slicing through the air in a series of shimmering afterimages. Arrows struck the blade, shattering into brilliant sparks. He moved like a high-performance computer, anticipating the trajectory of every arrow as it fell. At this moment, Hei Wuxiang seized the opportunity, stepping out of the office one steady step at a time, trembling slightly. The Fire Master of the Night Rose had secured precious time for him. "I was careless," Hei Wuxiang muttered, a cold scoff escaping him. "I didn't expect you to have already taken control of 'Heaven's Injustice' beneath the surface." His abdomen swelled into a spherical shape, rising gradually until it lodged itself in his throat. "Ah—ah—ah!" Hei Wuxiang gasped, violently dry-heaving, finally expelling a toad the size of a "Gurgle... gurgle..." The toad expanded its abdomen, emitting a resonant call. Then it opened its wide, gaping mouth, spewing out a dense mist of deep purple. The mist spread and coalesced like thick smoke, quickly forming a "low-altitude cloud layer" above the campus. The campus vegetation rapidly withered and lost its vitality. Fu Qingyang furrowed his brows, for his scouts lacked resistance to poison, and the poison could not be merely avoided. Suddenly, the purple mist began to flow toward a corner of the campus, rushing out like water released from a floodgate. Black Wandering's expression tightened. He turned to gaze at the point where the mist was draining—there, a three-meter-tall humanoid figure of flesh and blood stood, its mouth wide open, greedily consuming the mist. This poison so potent that even sages would hesitate, proved utterly ineffective against him. "The King of Gūs?!" Black Wandering exclaimed sharply, "How could you be here? How could you have secretly allied with the King of Gūs? Indeed, what a young master of the Fu family! What a steward of the Five Elements Alliance!" "The Fire Master sneered, 'Fu, we're on equal footing—neither of us holds any superiority over the other. At least the Night Rose remains within the Lawful faction; your underlings are even lower than mine.'... Fu Qingyang didn't feel the need to explain, choosing instead to remain silent. At that moment, a clear and pure beam of light descended from the deep night sky, striking the King of the Wus directly. "Shhh—shhh—" The blood mist dissolved in the golden glow, and the King roared in pain. Power of the Sun God! At the very instant the luminous beam arrived, the Grand Guardian revealed his position. He stood atop the teaching building, draped in a black cloak, his face masked in black, gazing down upon the crowd below. A slender thread of red, like a delicate hand, reached out in the night breeze, and then burst into thousands of such threads—radiating like dense beams of light, forming clusters and waves, wrapping around the Guardian. The origin of these red threads was a woman dressed in a long gown of Song Dynasty style, wearing a silver mask. She stood motionless in the air, her flowing gown catching the wind, her grace unparalleled. The Guardian's form vanished into the air, only to reappear moments later, his ankles now bound by a fine thread as thin as a cow's hair—the very thread that pulled him from his nocturnal wanderings. "Hmph!" A voice issued from the large guardian's nasal passage. Suddenly, the red thread surged with a bright, scorching golden flame and effortlessly melted. At that moment, a sigh echoed through the night sky: "Today, it seems every kind of strange creature has turned up..." As the words settled, life returned to the campus—dry vegetation revived, sprouting fresh green grass in clusters; saplings pushed through the cement ground and, within seconds, grew into towering trees. In a matter of moments, the entire elementary school was enveloped by a lush forest, brimming with vitality. Moreover, spectral animals descended from the sky—some in groups of monkeys, others upright brown bears standing two meters tall, some majestic elephants with a jade-like luster, and others solitary, splendid tigers—each with blank, cold eyes, solemnly gazing upon the living beings on the ground. Outside the campus, at the iron fence, round and endearing infant spirits lay nestled in the crevices, trembling and peering in with apprehension. The body of the spirit servant housed the consciousness of Zhang Yuanqing. At this moment, the only thought running through his mind was: "I don't understand, but I am deeply moved." It wasn't necessary to display a cataclysmic power to be considered strong—indeed, the aura and techniques of the higher-tier spiritual practitioners from the school deeply stirred Zhang Yuanqing, prompting genuine awe. Especially when the forest came alive and animals emerged, Zhang Yuanqing became acutely aware that the entire elementary school had been sealed off, enveloped by a soft, misty light shield. "The elders of the Hundred Flowers Assembly are stronger than I expected—this is good, yet it's also a drawback." The good news was that Black Immortality and the members of the Night Rose would find it difficult to escape in the short term. The downside was that if the official forces took the lead, even if the Master of the Stopping of Killings obtained the list, she would still have to make concessions—only hoping she would be clever enough to destroy the list. Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing noticed Xiao Dubei leaving the fence and crawling toward the intersection outside the school. This isn't Zhang Yuanqing steering the course, nor is it simply Xiao Dubei's own idea—it feels more like an instinct... After a brief moment of astonishment, Zhang Yuanqing immediately grasped what was happening. At this crucial moment, Xiao Dubei's innate sense of treasure-hunting had been activated. The infant spirit is still young, having only just mastered the ability to exchange items; she hasn't yet developed the more advanced skills of treasure-hunting. Something nearby seems to be drawing her attention, sparking her natural instinct to seek treasures.