In a luxurious apartment suite, Guan Ya sat on the bed with her knees drawn up, holding a tablet computer in front of her that was playing an urban romantic drama. After being thoroughly shaken by Yuan Shi—the young man—her mindset had been completely disrupted; she couldn’t fall asleep or focus on the show, sitting there for five or six hours straight until her bottom grew sore. “Ah…,” Guan Ya gently squeezed her brows, her delicate features showing a touch of weariness. With her robust constitution, two days and two nights without sleep would hardly bother her—what troubled her was the sense of uncertainty. Previously, when she posted casually on the forum about colleagues dying in instances, she only expressed sentiments of fate’s unpredictability. Now, suddenly, friends close to her were drawn into crises with uncertain fates. Honestly speaking, Guan Ya actually quite liked that young man—well-groomed, youthful, full of potential, and with a sharp sense of humor; the more she saw him, the more she admired him. Most importantly, he was truly adept at driving through challenges. In Team Two, Wang Tai was reserved and quiet, while Li Dongze considered himself elegant, believing that telling humorous, more physical stories wasn't befitting a gentleman—only Yuan Shi could tolerate her sense of humor and even build upon it. Yet this vibrant young man now faced significant odds. Guan Ya hadn’t experienced an S-level instance herself, though one of her relatives in the family had extraordinary talent—an elder sister who repeatedly matched with S-level instances at both Elevated and Sage Stages, each time narrowly surviving. She had personally detailed to Guan Ya the challenges inherent in S-level Spirit Realms. Each S-level Spirit Realm tested different domains—passing one didn’t guarantee success on another, since no individual possessed all-around excellence. Yuan Shi managed to handle the Divine Object—the Red Dance Shoes—thanks primarily to his exceptional memory (which he himself emphasized), but that strength might not hold in the setting of the Jinshui Amusement Park. Guan Ya had already prepared for the worst. Suddenly, a sharp ringing echoed through the bedroom, startling her. Wait? Calling now? She blinked slightly and swiftly turned her head to examine the brightened smartphone screen—Yuan Shi Tian Zun! At that moment, Guan Ya seemed to hear her own rapid heartbeat clearly. She quickly picked up her phone, took a deep breath, and answered: “Yuan Shi?” As soon as she said those two words, she held her breath. “Guan Ya Sister, I’ve just completed the Jinshui Amusement Park instance.” The familiar voice came through the speaker. … Guaan Ya sat utterly stunned, only one thought swirling in her mind: He has passed another S-level Spirit Realm! “Guan Ya Sister? Guan Ya Sister—are you listening?” Zhang Yuanqing’s voice pulled her back to reality. Guan Ya exclaimed: “You’ve passed the S-level Spirit Realm again—what a little spark of talent you are! The Chief will surely be delighted and go completely berserk.” “Yes, I can already anticipate what he’ll say,” Zhang Yuanqing smiled: “He’ll exclaim: Oh my heavens! God help us—is it possible that He has heard the prayers of His loyal devotion? Yes—He certainly must have!” In her heart, she quietly corrected herself: I’m not such a little thing after all. Guan Ya chuckled and happily kicked her long legs: “Don’t you dare to make fun of him like this in front of the Chief, or he’ll really give you a good beating.” Zhang Yuanqing also laughed. Intrigued by curiosity, Guan Ya asked: “Didn’t you check the forum? Last night, another official staff member entered the Jinshui Amusement Park—named He Bo. The team members who are scheduled to enter the Spirit Realm have been deeply anxious. Could you tell me what’s happening in the Jinshui Amusement Park?” Spirit Realm Guides and Props held an irresistible appeal for Pilgrims—like a stunning beauty at a corporate event. “No, I cannot tell you,” Zhang Yuanqing firmly declined. Guan Ya was surprised—he hadn’t expected such resistance; she assumed their relationship would be close. “Unless you offer me a Black Silk and Beautiful Legs Photo as a reward,” Zhang Yuanqing grinned. Lao Si Ji scoffed, her expression brightening: “A photo won’t do—it’s better if you come over to my home now. I’ll show you everything. And I’ll also send you a set of silk stockings—to take home and enjoy with Silk Stocking Milk Tea.” Zhang Yuanqing responded seriously: “I think using them for milk tea is a waste—I’d rather use them as cleaning cloths.” Guan Ya lay back on the bed, laughing with her chest heaving: “How could you say such things before a lady like that? Are there more?” … At 7:30 AM, Li Dongze’s first action upon waking was to grab his phone from the bedside table and check for any missed calls or unread messages. He felt deeply disappointed. “Such an unmanageable child…” he sighed, gazing at the ceiling for over a minute before finally rising and dressing. His movements were graceful—deliberate, unhurried—and no matter how emotionally worn, he never lost his sense of elegance. At breakfast, Li Dongze enjoyed a meal prepared by the housekeeper, yet his thoughts remained elsewhere. An instance at the Elevated Stage typically emerged after one night; if there was still no update by midday—his spirits sank further and the food lost all its flavor. He set down his chopsticks: “Please take away the dishes.” The housekeeper nodded and began to clear the table, only to hear the phone ringing in the bedroom. “I’ll go get it…” She turned toward the bedroom, where her employer suddenly jumped from his chair with an agitated face: “No—don’t bother!” Then, this very elegant employer rushed into the room without any grace. Li Dongze ran to the bedside and saw that the caller ID read Yuan Shi Tian Zun—the breath in his chest quickened. He picked up the phone, took a deep breath, and spoke calmly: “Yuan Shi—have you emerged?” His expression grew tense. “Chief,” Zhang Yuanqing’s voice conveyed exhaustion: “I just came out—I immediately called you.” He had been chatting with Guan Ya so deeply that he’d completely forgotten the time. Li Dongze’s rigid posture softened as he asked: “Did you suffer any injuries? Any strong psychological impact leaving a lasting impression?” “Yes—within the amusement park, the ghost bride showed me deep affection and insisted on marrying me—not to let go of her emotional bond—I deeply felt guilty—and I now carry that lingering sense of regret.” “That sounds good,” Li Dongze smiled reassuringly: “Then I’m relieved. You just take it easy at home for a while—can return to the office later, but please submit your instance guide as soon as possible and send it via email. I’ll arrange the recognition and rewards on your behalf. By the way, is there any shortage of Cola at home? I’ll have some delivered.” Curious—why hadn’t the Chief said “Oh my heavens!”? Zhang Yuanqing thought to herself: “I’d rather enjoy the moment when he says firmly, ‘I’ll get it myself.’” Li Dongze: … After hanging up, Li Dongze took another deep breath and could no longer suppress his emotions. “Oh my heavens! God help us—did You hear my faithful prayers?” He was wrong—he hadn’t just displayed talent; he had demonstrated true brilliance. If passing one S-level instance might include a bit of luck, then succeeding twice clearly went beyond chance—it warranted training as an Assistant Steward. Even with potential to reach the Senior Level. Among the younger Spirit Realm Pilgrims in the Five Elements Alliance, Fu Qingyang was seen as the most promising for becoming a Senior Elder—but even he had only passed one S-level instance so far. … On the second floor of the villa, at the dining table, Fu Qingyang in a white suit with a stylish short ponytail skillfully cut through eggs and steaks with his knife and fork, maintaining a composed expression. Across from him sat Ling Jun, wearing a relaxed T-shirt and pajama pants, eating heartily. At that moment, the Rabbit Dancer approached with her hands holding a smartphone, softly saying: “Master, it’s Mr. Li Dongze.” Fu Qingyang glanced at the phone, set down his utensils, and surveyed his friend who was deeply engrossed in food, indifferent to everything else outside. “What is it?” He answered calmly into the phone. “The Hundred-man Commander—Yuan Shi Tian Zun has just completed the Jinshui Amusement Park instance,” Li Dongze said with strong energy. Clink—Fu Qingyang glanced at the young man whose knife and fork had fallen to the table, a smile forming on his lips: “I understand.” He handed the phone over to the Rabbit Dancer and smiled gently: “My oversight—I should have bet against you.” Though he said it, his tone was exceedingly cheerful with no trace of regret. “I always thought those S-level instances would eventually be mastered by our Taiyi Gate,” Ling Jun expressed deep disappointment: “Why didn’t the Sun Elder see this coming?” Fu Qingyang asked in surprise: “Did you know about this?” “Oh, it’s a new trend at our Taiyi Gate forums—I frequently visit them.” “And yet, you’re so critical of the Elder—will he not reprimand you?” “Don’t worry,” Ling Jun reassured, picking up her utensils again: “The Sun Elder doesn't use technology—he barely knows how to operate a smartphone. Well, this time, it might be hard to keep quiet. When he was only considered a promising potential stock during the Sheling Tunnel instance—now with another S-level success, we’ve proven his capacity and potential—he will surely achieve great things. I’m beginning to resent the Sun Elder myself. “As for the next instance, if he clears it at A-level or above, then everything is fine; otherwise, early departure might be expected. What are you doing now?” Fu Qingyang hurried out of the room: “I’ll report this to the Elder Council—requesting recognition and rewards as soon as possible. Before the Taiyi Gate begins to recruit from us, I must earn my reputation. Oh—and by the way, Taiyi Gate wants a detailed guide on Jinshui Amusement Park—they’ll have to pay for it.” … At the scattered province’s lakeside villa: Morning sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows as Xie Lingxi stepped out of her bathroom wrapped in a towel. Her body still in the early stages of development—though not yet fully mature, she carried an undeniable youthful grace and freshness; her knees were softly pink. The man-made lake shimmered with golden waves, bordered by willow trees at their most tender growth—the scenery was enchanting. Now, one after another, luxury vehicles approached along the lakeside roads heading toward the villa. “Knock-knock…” A few knocks sounded on the bedroom door. Xie Lingxi lifted her tea cup and sipped it lightly, her voice calm: “Enter.” The female assistant in a small suit entered, stopping at the threshold with respectful grace: “Miss, here are the materials you requested.” Xie Lingxi didn’t take them yet—she settled into a chair by the window, still wrapped in her towel, one leg curled elegantly, radiating cool dignity like a corporate executive. She said simply: “Tell me.” The assistant opened the documents and read aloud: “Wang Tai—member of the Second Small Team at the White Tiger Army, Konghua District Branch of the Five Elements Alliance. His superior is Li Dongze, a Level-3 Scouting Officer in the White Tiger Army. His profession is Scholar.” “These are basic details—we can only access this much. Photos and actual personal identities remain unavailable.” In official organizations, such fundamental information was publicly accessible—part of personnel records. However, detailed personal identity details were typically available only to the Elder Council or direct supervisors. Scholar… Xie Lingxi nodded, with a graceful tone: “Go further—you check on the other members in Team Two and their social networks. Also, monitor both Taiyi Gate and Five Elements Alliance forums—alert me immediately upon receiving any news about Jinshui Amusement Park.” The assistant nodded. Xie Lingxi added: “Arrange transportation—I’d like to visit Konghua. And under the name of the Xie family, send a formal invitation to the Konghua Branch of the Five Elements Alliance. I’m heading there for business—preferably with Wang Tai from the Second Small Team to host me.” The assistant glanced out the window and hesitated: “The elder relatives are gathering—they haven’t met you yet. There’s a lunch banquet scheduled today, and everyone is waiting to celebrate your S-level achievement.” “Ah—so they’re expecting a celebration?” Xie Lingxi chuckled, shifting into a youthful, somewhat vulnerable tone: “I’m only seventeen—I enjoy being playful. Surely my elders won’t mind.” The assistant sighed helplessly. … After reporting to the Chief, Zhang Yuanqing changed into his nightwear, tousled his hair slightly, and pretended to be sleepy with yawns, then opened the door and made her way to the living room. Grandmother was in the kitchen—Grandfather had left—the cousin Chen Yuanjun had already eaten breakfast, and at the dining table sat Jiang Yu'er perched on a chair, delicately holding a serving of oil noodles with her fingers. She always chewed with her mouth slightly closed—her naturally round face resembled that of a small storage mouse enjoying its meal. When she heard the sound of the door opening from the bedroom, Jiang Yu'er looked up and softly called out: “I want to finish off every stick of youtiao so you can have just white porridge…” She suddenly couldn’t speak, standing there quietly and gazing at Zhang Yuanqing. “What are you staring at?” Zhang Yuanqing sat down beside her. Jiang Yu'er turned her head away, not looking at him. “Auntie, why is your cheeks so flushed?” “Don’t bother me with that.”