The office, Wang Tai sat alone, his attention fully focused on the computer screen, ignoring the arrival of the noble Yuan Shi Tian Zun ascending from above. Hi, Wang Tai brother... Zhang Yuanqing mentally greeted him and turned toward the Chief's office. The office’s frosted glass door was open. Li Dongze held a walking stick in one hand, his shoulders swelling with effort, seated at the edge of the living room sofa, engaged in friendly conversation with Tunghuan. On the other side, a girl with fiery red hair was diligently writing homework on her desk while Guan Ya sat beside her offering guidance—her face, however, looked visibly unwell. "Oh, our big hero has arrived!" Li Dongze said, eyes brightening as he glanced at the doorway. "Chief," Zhang Yuanqing first greeted Tunghuan before turning to Li Dongze, "we have guests today, Li comrade." Li Dongze’s expression stiffened as his gaze swept between Tunghuan and Yuan Shi Tian Zun, then forced a smile: "It seems that while I was away, you've successfully won the team's respect and recognition. That's excellent, Tunghuan—I was worried you’d still struggle to connect with your colleagues." Tunghuan, lacking enthusiasm, responded simply: "I haven’t done anything extraordinary—only what I believed was expected of me." "Hmm?" Li Dongze emitted a puzzled nasal sound. "I’ve revised some regulations, increased meal allowances, provided heat subsidies two months in advance, and waived penalties for late arrivals..." As Tunghuan spoke, Li Dongze’s face grew steadily more expressionless. "Here, Chief," Zhang Yuanqing offered a glass of Cola to Tunghuan, adding fuel to the fire. "Oh my heavens! You’re doing something quite unusual—this isn’t how teams are managed!" Li Dongze exclaimed, criticizing with strong emotion: "You haven’t even been elegant at all." Listening to their exchange, Zhang Yuanqing sat down beside Jiang Jingwei, who was working on a multiple-choice question, furrowed in concentration, her face serious as if the problems on the page were formidable adversaries. The questions covered basic middle school content—triangles, square roots, equations, the Pythagorean theorem, etc. "Perfect timing," Guan Ya said with a weary, “Let’s just teach her how to do her homework.” Since they’d now collided, there was no choice but for Zhang Yuanqing to scan the questions and found an impressive accuracy rate of 100%. He immediately smiled: "That's quite good—very impressive indeed." Guan Ya groaned: "All of that was my work..." Watching Lao Si Ji’s tightly clenched teeth, Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "Then I’ll take over. After all, who am I but a Scorpio? Even if I’m the pig-headed type, I still have compassion." As he spoke, he studied her delicate face, and suddenly an unexpected thought flashed through his mind—what if that sharp nose were replaced with a pig’s? Guan Ya glanced at him skeptically, then pulled out a makeup mirror from beside her handbag: "Is there something wrong with my appearance?" "No way!" Zhang Yuanqing insisted. "You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known. To express my sincerity, I’ll even kiss you." "Get out of here!" Zhang Yuanqing then smoothly redirected the conversation to Jiang Jingwei and said in a pleasant tone: "Jingwei, which aspects of middle school math do you feel most confident about, and which ones still need work?" Jiang Jingwei tilted her head thoughtfully: "Most comfortable—basic arithmetic operations? Addition, subtraction, multiplication, division?" "Middle school!" Zhang Yuanqing emphasized. Jiang Jingwei shook her head. "Not even a little bit?" Zhang Yuanqing couldn’t believe such a child existed. Looking at the multiple-choice questions, Jiang Jingwei suddenly realized: "I’ve learned some small tips—when there are three long and one short choice, pick the shortest; when three short and one long, choose the longest; with two long and two short, go for option B; if it’s uneven or incomplete, select C. That’s how I usually answer." Zhang Yuanqing’s blood pressure surged: "And beyond that?" Jiang Jingwei’s face grew serious: "There's another crucial point—learning to let go!" Guan Ya also felt her blood pressure rising. After a moment of silence, Zhang Yuanqing said: "How about this—I’ll give you five hundred yuan, and I'll write your homework for you." Jiang Jingwei was stunned—was there really such a kind-hearted person? "No way!" Guan Ya objected: "You’re making things worse! She’s already not bright at all..." Zhang Yuanqing replied: "Then let her teach me." Guan Ya fell silent. "An ancient saying goes: 'Teach according to each student's aptitude.' Every person has a unique talent—imposing one rigid method on everyone is inherently flawed. Clearly, this girl isn’t inclined toward academics. Her talent lies elsewhere. Spending so much time studying these basics serves what purpose?" Zhang Yuanqing explained. Jiang Jingwei exclaimed with enthusiasm: "That makes perfect sense! I love fighting—I’d like to learn how to fight. Yuan Shi Tian Zun, let’s go to the combat room now!" Zhang Yuanqing: "Oh—so I’ve become a student?" At that moment, Li Dongze paused his criticism and looked at Zhang Yuanqing seriously: "I came today for two reasons. The first is that there's an evening dinner party scheduled for the second team, celebrating your A-level merit as well as our collective achievement. The second—well, I’d like to give you a warning." A warning? Zhang Yuanqing now adopted a serious tone. Li Dongze said calmly: "It’s now early May. In one month's time, we’ll reach the halfway point of the large-scale killing instance—an event held every six months. At this time, many members at Level 3 in the Elevated Stage and Level 6 Sages typically seek career transitions. For Realm Walkers, this is a significant matter. Our Five Elements Alliance, Taiyi Gate, and Spirit Realm families will jointly host a tournament to identify outstanding performers. The purpose? On one hand, to assess potential talents; on the other, to select the most exceptional ones for careful cultivation." Jiang Jingwei interjected: "I understand—like our school’s monthly mock exams." Li Dongze nodded and continued: "The Evil Organization also conducts such 'mock exams,' but they are far more brutal. They dispatch promising talents to infiltrate major cities, hunting down official organization candidates. Theoretically speaking, even I—a Level 3 Scout—could be targeted, since I qualify for the mid-year killing instance. But Jiang Jingwei and Yuan Shi Tian Zun hold significantly higher priority than me, especially Yuan Shi Tian Zun—who has recently cleared two S-level challenges and earned an A-level merit, making her remarkably prominent. The Evil Organization’s Realm Walkers will certainly watch closely, aiming to hunt down and eliminate you in order to establish their own reputation and claim rewards." Zhang Yuanqing felt a deep sense of concern, recalling that official Forum discussions from yesterday had already touched on this issue. He immediately said: "Chief, I’d like a list of the Evil Organization’s Elevated Stage members with active hunting targets." Li Dongze replied: "Go to your own Archive and find it—your access level exceeds mine. For the coming days, stay low-key, wear masks and hats when going in and out. Tunghuan, don’t expect to be a passive member at home either—the second team will have you as a steady presence, and with our support, the Evil Organization won't dare to intrude." Tunghuan nodded slightly, adding: "Yuan Shi Tian Zun, I’ll consider applying for a 'Stress-Induced' allowance on your behalf." ... Zhang Yuanqing didn’t know whether he should thank or be angry. "By the way," Zhang Yuanqing asked, "does Fu Bai Fu Chang also face danger?" Fu Qingyang, though only in his twenties, is at the peak of the Sage Realm and is determined to enter the Council of Elders—he will definitely participate in this killing instance with hopes of advancing to the Master Realm. Thus, he too will become a target for elimination by the Evil Organization. "Of course," Guan Ya said: "Several Evil Organization Sages have already expressed interest in eliminating him. Previously, when he was in Capital City, there were numerous attempts on his life—though most failed. Back then, however, he wasn’t at his current level. Now, those who target him are undoubtedly at the peak of the Sage Realm." Guan Ya’s eyes reflected deep concern. Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her—he had noticed that when Li Dongze mentioned someone targeting himself, she didn't seem worried at all, but when speaking about her cousin Fu Qingyang, she became deeply concerned. Hmph—women! Ultimately, he’d underestimated her. Jiang Jingwei added: "Fu Qingyang is only Level 2—likely to miss this transition opportunity and still bear the risk of elimination. That’s a real shame!" Li Dongze reflected: "Yuan Shi Tian Zun has one more multi-Realm instance scheduled after this. Even if you succeed, it might not be sufficient to reach Level 3. And even at Level 3, that would be the weakest among peers—participating in the killing instance will indeed be a real challenge..." ... In the outskirts of Songhai, at a large villa. Li Xianzong, dressed in a black vest and camouflage pants, hands tucked into his pockets, arrived outside the villa. He surveyed the three-story structure, then dropped to one knee and leapt several meters high, clearing the wall, entering through the gate. With one hand still in his pocket, Li Xianzong drew out his butterfly knife for play, casually pushing open the double wooden doors of the villa. The first floor was empty and elegantly furnished—smart home systems, costly handmade furniture—all reflecting the owner’s refinement. Li Xianzong paused, hearing faint cries of distress coming from upstairs. A smile curled at his lips as he maneuvered with his butterfly knife in graceful arcs up the spiral staircase. His mission: to meet a guardian of the Void Sect—a Sage-level figure, exceptionally formidable. According to Tian Lingling’s intelligence, this guardian's primary hunting target is Fu Qingyang. Upon reaching the second floor, Li Xianzong pushed open the main bedroom door—this was a spacious room over one hundred square meters. On the left side of the entrance stood a soft bed large enough for six or seven people. On the right were an assortment of strange objects—actually, they were instruments of punishment, hung on the walls. Seven or eight strong men were currently tormenting a woman with a lovely face, each continuing their activities as if seeing him arrive had only caused a brief glance. This scene lasted for half an hour while Li Xianzong stood silently by the door, expression unchanging. After all participants finished their satisfaction, one sturdy man dragged the nearly lifeless woman from the bed to the area on the right where the instruments hung. He tossed her down onto the floor and removed his whip, striking with firm force. Crack! A deep gash appeared on the woman’s skin. Then—thump, thump, thump—the whip continued beating across her delicate body, cracking open the surface of her skin, causing her to shudder and emit sharp cries. After several dozen lashes, Li Xianzong tapped his butterfly knife against the doorframe and said with a patient tone: "Are you done? My patience is limited." One man who had been admiring the woman’s distress approached angrily and shouted: "Get out of here!" Li Xianzong plunged the blade into the man’s chest, withdrew it, and drew a great stream of blood. The man clutched his chest and staggered before falling to one knee. Others ignored him—some continued beating the woman, others remained watching. Minutes later, the woman ceased her cries. She no longer appeared helpless but instead assumed a cold, regal demeanor, calmly saying: "Please step aside." Only then did the men cease their activity and bow respectfully before retreating from the main bedroom. The woman sat down on her knees, battered all over, yet her expression remained high and commanding—her lips curled upward in pride. "I detest when others disturb my possessions," she said. "You must remain here for three days, or I won’t honor the face of the Commander-in-Chief." Li Xianzong didn't flinch at the woman’s demands—he chuckled: "If it were me, I’d decapitate you and then slice your body into pieces, serving them down to the drains." The woman trembled slightly, unconsciously rubbing her legs, her cheeks blushing with grace, and laughed softly: "That's a wonderful idea—my favorite toy is the one who is enchanted. I enjoy your roughness—so go ahead and play with me now." Li Xianzong studied her elegant features and graceful figure before saying coolly: "I’m here to collaborate with you—and besides, I only care about killing instances." According to intelligence, this woman has a strong fixation on being dominated, humiliated, and abused—she requires frequent male partners. One or two men are often insufficient. She demands daily participation in multi-participant activities; when she's not satisfied, she will kill them. Guan Ya glanced at Li Xianzong’s motionless crotch area, smiled lightly: "Indeed, a man who has become quite inactive—go on then, I dislike interruptions to my entertainment." Li Xianzong didn’t leave—he said with a smile: "Do you have any interest in Yuan Shi Tian Zun or Fu Qingyang?" The woman’s eyes lit up; she licked her lips: "Give me three minutes." ...