“Yes, Young Master!”

One bunny girl entered the bathroom, and a moment later, the sound of rushing water came from inside.

Another bunny girl left the master bedroom and went to the study to retrieve a laptop.

Fu Qingyang watched their retreating figures, silent for a few seconds, then soundlessly breathed a sigh of relief, his brow relaxing as he removed his breastplate, arm guards, and the broken cuirass.

As a scout, he had discerned from the expressions of the two bunny girls during the earlier questioning that Yuanshi had already emerged from the killing副本 (fùběn, instance/dungeon).

The Saint-level killing 副本 (fùběn) was a fierce and bitter battle, one of the most difficult fights he had faced since becoming a Lingjing Xingzhe.

But it was not yet a major crisis.

Clearly, the evil organization had set their “target” on Yuanshi.

That Yuanshi was able to emerge from the killing 副本 (fùběn) indicated that he had thwarted the plot laid by the evil organization, and Fu Qingyang was looking forward to hearing about the Supernal-level killing 副本 (fùběn).

With his abilities, his points should be comparable to the Marshal and the Demon Lord… Fu Qingyang removed his semi-destroyed armor, standing bare-chested in the room, his physique well-proportioned and upright, his sculpted muscles displaying masculine beauty.

His waistline was smooth, his abdominal muscles sharply defined, his body fat shockingly low.

Such an impressive and proud figure, coupled with that handsome, masculine face, made Qian Gongzi, in terms of pure physical attraction, the most appealing of the official Four Young Masters to women.

Fu Qingyang lowered his head to glance at the penetrating wound in his abdomen, and the injuries on his chest where flesh had been torn and bones severed. He walked to the bedside table with little concern, opened the drawer, and took out a metal box half an arm's length long.

“Clack!” He opened the box. Within the shockproof foam were three syringes, filled with a rich, golden liquid (undiluted).

Fu Qingyang took one, injecting it into a vein in his neck. Seconds later, his cells began to divide and multiply, broken bones reconnected, and the terrible wounds slowly healed.

This process lasted two or three minutes.

After reaching the Dominator realm, the healing ability of the Life Elixir noticeably weakened.

However, Dominators possessed formidable life force, and ordinary fatal injuries were not enough to threaten their lives.

The reason Fu Qingyang used a Life Elixir worth a thousand gold was simply because he disliked having injuries on his body. For others, such an item was almost impossible to obtain, but for him, it was merely “quite expensive,” nothing more.

The bunny girl exited the bathroom, and seeing that the young master was shirtless, turned and walked to the wardrobe, taking out a silken robe to drape over him.

At this moment, the other bunny girl returned to the master bedroom with the laptop.

Fu Qingyang took the laptop, sat down on the single sofa, and hastily entered his account and password, logging into the official forum.

He created a highlighted announcement:

#Supernal-Level Killing 副本 (fùběn), Evil Faction Wiped Out, Yuanshi Tianzun’s Score Breaks Historical Record#

The two bunny girls beside him, seeing the young master’s face illuminated by the screen’s glow, paused for a moment.

Immediately, he composed himself, his fingers moving on the touchpad, clicking open a post.

The next second, the bunny girls saw the young master’s aloof expression freeze, their gazes slightly dazed as they stared at the screen, expressionless and motionless for a long time.

Fu Qingyang strode to the desk, saying, “Bring the mouse over.”

The bunny girl found the mouse and connected it to the computer. Fu Qingyang straightened his back, sat at the desk, and eagerly grabbed the mouse, scrolling and clicking furiously.

He would occasionally move the mouse, opening and closing posts, and sometimes sit there motionless, staring at a particular post for a long time.

Fu Qingyang looked for a full half hour. During that time, the bunny girl had to go to the bathroom to add hot water.

Finally, after scanning the posts in the forum and understanding the events of the killing 副本 (fùběn), Fu Qingyang soundlessly exhaled.

I told you to meet at the peak, not to cheat! Fu Qingyang asked:

“Is Yuanshi still at the villa?”

“He went back the day he left the 副本 (fùběn),” the bunny girl said.

The other bunny girl smiled and said:

“Young Master, Mr. Yuanshi Tianzun became famous with that battle. For the past few days, Lingjing Xingzhe of the official branches have been discussing him.”

Fu Qingyang slowly nodded, “His results are acceptable!”

He immediately added, “Much better than those trash.”

“Young Master, would you like to dine in the restaurant or in the room?”

“To the restaurant!” Fu Qingyang had originally planned to eat in the room, sleep after eating. He was too exhausted.

But after reading the forum content, he was inexplicably energized.

At this moment, the phone on the desk rang. The caller was—Dog Elder!

Fu Qingyang answered the phone, saying, “Elder!”

“Congratulations on your promotion to Dominator!” Dog Elder said with a chuckle, offering his congratulations. Then, his voice deepened, “Qingyang, the Marshal has ordered you to go to the capital immediately after leaving the 副本 (fùběn).”

Fu Qingyang frowned, “Now?”

“She only said to see her immediately after leaving the 副本 (fùběn),” Dog Elder said.

Fu Qingyang’s frown deepened. He had just come out of the killing 副本 (fùběn). The physical injuries had already healed, but his mental fatigue required rest.

If it was to offer congratulations, sending an email would suffice. If it was an adjustment in position, there was no need to rush.

He really couldn’t figure out what reason the Marshal had to see him so urgently.

Fu Qingyang coldly refused, “I will not pay for her willfulness.”

Dog Elder said in a low voice, “You should still go. Being beaten in the capital is more dignified than her running to Songhai to beat you.”

Fu Qingyang’s heart sank, “What do you mean!”

Dog Elder coughed and said, “Didn’t you say something you shouldn’t have to Yuanshi Tianzun? Like, ‘The Marshal is trash.’ You know, she’s always been petty.” Fu Qingyang: “…”

“I understand,” Fu Qingyang said, his mood heavy, and hung up the phone.

That trash Yuanshi!

The next day, early in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing returned home, covered in dust.

Grandma was holding a steamer of buns, walking out of the kitchen. Seeing her returning grandson, she paused, “Yuanzi, up so early?”

It wasn’t getting up early, but not sleeping all night. Zhang Yuanqing casually said:

“Went out for a run.”

“Since when did you have the habit of running?” Grandma was old and liked to meddle.

“Wouldn’t you get one if you had a girlfriend?” Zhang Yuanqing said. He had actually gone out to look at the stars. After using the Da Luo Star Compass the day before, he had a strong urge to stargaze for two consecutive nights, an urge that neither porn nor games could suppress.

Last night, he finally couldn’t resist and took a taxi to the suburbs of Songhai to look at the stars. However, there were no stars in the suburbs, so he spent 1500 yuan to charter a taxi for the night, running to Jiangnan province, 200 kilometers away. Finally, in a suburb, he saw a sky full of stars.

He looked up at the night sky, indulging himself until three in the morning before driving back.

Along the way, the taxi driver gave him strange looks, but didn’t send him to the mental hospital for the sake of the money.

The cost and intensity of a Saint-level item were far greater than that of a Supernal-level one.

Zhang Yuanqing even wanted to move out of Songhai. Not only was the air pollution in this broken city serious, but the light pollution at night was even more terrible. He couldn’t see the stars at all. How was he going to live in the future?

Wouldn’t you get one if you had a girlfriend? Grandma thought for a moment and was speechless, “Alright!”

Zhang Yuanqing went into the bedroom.

A few minutes later, the security door opened again, and Chen Yuanjun, wearing sportswear and covered in sweat, came in.

“Grandma, give me a bowl of iced soy milk, I’m dying of thirst,” Chen Yuanjun said, sitting at the dining table.

“Where did you go?” Grandma scrutinized her grandson.

“Running!” Chen Yuanjun replied.

“Do you have a girlfriend too?” Grandma was surprised.

Chen Yuanjun: “…”

The reason Chen Yuanjun exercised was simple. Starting yesterday, he felt a chill on his forehead, and his lower back and knees were sore in the middle of the night. He woke up several times from the cold. When a man reaches thirty, there’s only one possibility for sore lower back and knees—kidney deficiency!

That’s why he thought of jogging in the morning to stay healthy.

What does it have to do with a girlfriend?

After breakfast, Zhang Yuanqing took a short nap. At 9:30, he was awakened by the sound of his aunt frantically manipulating a game controller.

“Can’t you let people sleep in peace early in the morning?” Zhang Yuanqing grabbed a pillow and threw it out.

Auntie cried out, “Ouch!” and angrily said, “I’m dead… It’s all your fault, humph, you little beast.”

Immediately afterward, the pillow was thrown back.

Zhang Yuanqing caught the pillow and got up to look. His aunt was wearing hot pants and a tank top, sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, playing a bloody killing game.

From Zhang Yuanqing’s angle, he could clearly see half of her full, elastic buttocks, rounded by her sitting posture, and a small section of her white, tender waist revealed under the tank top.

Perched on her head was a round, adorable baby, its short, chubby legs hooked around his aunt’s neck, its little head resting on top of her head, watching her play the game intently.

This little beast, my orders are no match for the temptation of the game? If it weren’t for the fact that my cousin was off work today, I would have killed you. Zhang Yuanqing glared fiercely at the little brat.

“My score is about to break the record, it’s all ruined! Are you jealous that I’m breaking your record?” Jiang Yuer manipulated the controller, starting again.

The game’s background was a free and democratic city, where a terrible virus had broken out, turning everyone into zombies.

Zhang Yuanqing leaned against the headboard, watching his aunt operate the character, smoothly moving, switching between knives and guns, reaping the approaching zombies, humming:

“You, breaking my record? Keep dreaming!” Jiang Yuer also hummed:

“What are you so smug about? This score is clearly because you searched online for strategies, learned the above-mentioned methods to exploit bugs, and got this high. Do you really think it’s your own strength?

“Give you an inch and you want a mile, give you a ray of sunshine and you want to shine. You don’t even know your own weight.

“I’m too lazy to talk to you.” Zhang Yuanqing opened his phone and logged into the official forum. The Saint-level killing 副本 (fùběn) should be over. Let’s see how it went.

On the forum homepage, the highlighted and pinned post had changed to #Saint-Level Killing 副本 (fùběn) Results Announced#. The Supernal-level announcement was relegated to second place. Zhang Yuanqing tapped the post to view the content.

“The following is the list of those who successfully advanced to Dominator in the mid-year killing 副本 (fùběn):

“Fu Qingyang: Scout, Five Elements Alliance.”

“Silver Moon God General: Enchanting Demon, Military Sect.”

“E’du Ghost King: Night Wanderer, Taiyi Sect.”

“Devouring the Stars: Signing in to Become a God”

There were twenty-four spots for Supernal to advance to Saint, but only three spots for Saint to advance to Dominator.

As expected of someone whose skills were close to the Dao, he really got a spot. I can’t call him Centurion anymore, I have to call him Elder now. Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Fu Qingyang’s promotion to Saint was within his expectations.

“The following is the list of those who died in the mid-year killing 副本 (fùběn):

“Thirsts for Human Blood: Witch Gu Master, Spirit Energy Society Southern Branch.”

“Phantom Immortal: Illusionist, Void Sect Northern Faction.”

“Maniac Zhang San: Witch Gu Master, Spirit Energy Society Western Branch.”

“War Rhythm: Enchanting Demon, Rogue Cultivator.”

“Earth Guardian: Earth Monster, Five Elements Alliance.”

“Netherworld Overlord: Night Wanderer, Taiyi Sect.”

“Hundred Flowers Fairy: Wood Fairy, Five Elements Alliance.”

A total of twelve peak Saint-level powerhouses died. Each of them was a well-known figure.

Every time a killing 副本 (fùběn) was opened, it was a major reshuffle for the Lingjing Xingzhe in the real world.

Long-established experts either survived by hook or by crook, or died. New geniuses rose up to fill the vacancies.

Cruel but realistic.

Zhang Yuanqing got out of bed, left the room, and sneaked to the balcony to call Fu Qingyang, but the voice prompt said the phone was turned off.

“Resting?”

He thought for a while, wanting to edit a congratulatory text message, but felt that words would affect his sincere emotions, so he gave up the idea of sending a message.

Capital Airport.

Fu Qingyang’s private jet landed. The young master, dressed in white, left the VIP channel accompanied by two assistants and arrived at the airport’s underground parking garage.

A luxury car had been waiting for a long time.

Fu Qingyang entered the car. One of the assistants sat in the passenger seat, and the other sat next to him. Skillfully, they opened the car refrigerator, poured a shot of liquor, and lit a cigar.

The vehicle started slowly, darting out swiftly, but the liquor in Fu Qingyang’s hand didn’t ripple at all.

After leaving the airport, the luxury car did not head to the city center, but sped towards the suburbs.

Forty minutes later, it stopped in front of a villa.

Rather than a villa, it was more like a manor. It had a garden covering several acres, a sunroom, a large swimming pool, a fountain pool, and a castle-like main building.

Security personnel in suits and leather shoes, wearing headsets and equipped with handguns, were either standing guard or patrolling.

Several shuttle buses were parked in the parking spaces at the entrance.

As soon as Fu Qingyang got out of the luxury car, the security personnel guarding the villa entrance proactively swiped open the gate and bowed, inviting Young Master Fu inside.

Fu Qingyang took a shuttle bus to the castle-like main building and was led to a reception room by a maid in the house.

“Young Master, please wait a moment.”

The maid’s voice was soft and gentle. “Miss will see you in five minutes.”

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly, sat down on the handmade leather sofa, and waited patiently.

Five minutes later, he heard a Lingjing notification sound in his ear:

[Ding, the Lingjing map is opening, you will enter the Lingjing in 10 seconds. The Lingjing you are entering this time is “The Marshal’s Study”, Number: 7606]

[Difficulty Level: SSS]

[Type: Multiplayer (Non-Death Type)]

[Main Mission: Defeat the Marshal.]

[Note: Non-Lingjing items cannot be brought in.]

This woman… Hearing the notification sound in his ear, Fu Qingyang’s stern face twitched fiercely.

The next second, the scenery in front of him blurred, then cleared.

He appeared in a world filled with whiteness. The sky was white, the ground was white, and as far as the eye could see, the whiteness was endless, with no boundaries in sight.

In front of him, a dozen meters away, was a row of tall bookshelves filled with all kinds of books.

In front of the bookshelf was a wide desk covered with milk tea, coffee drinks, and plates of chocolate candies, cakes, and other sweets.

In the corner of the desk was a pile of manga books, with *Dragon Ball*, *Doraemon*, and the “Big Four” (popular long-running manga) piled up haphazardly.

Sitting in front of the desk was a woman, who unceremoniously propped her long legs, clad in riding pants, on the desk, lazily leaning the weight of her upper body against the back of the chair.

She was holding a file up in front of her, blocking her face, revealing only a head of smooth white hair.

Fu Qingyang looked closely. The file cover had the words “Yuanshi Tianzun’s File” written in large characters.

“You’re here!”

A clear, extremely pleasant voice came from behind the file.

Just as Fu Qingyang was about to speak, the voice suddenly turned cold, “Fu Qingyang, you have a lot of nerve, actually daring to protect a descendant of the Demon Lord!”

ps: Recommending a book: "Legends of Unusual Immortals", by Wandering Toad. The style of this book is different from his previous works, quite interesting.

Will correct typos after posting.