Chapter 1 The Beginning

"Your father is a Ruler. I remember Ruler-level dungeons take ten days to half a month, or even months, right? Patriarch Xie shouldn't be in the dungeon for more than half a month." Zhang Yuanqing stroked Xie Lingxi's head to comfort her.

"But..." The little green tea didn't smile because of her brother's comfort. She said worriedly, "My father entered dungeon number 015, the Siming Palace, a Grade A dungeon. There's a strategy for that dungeon. Our Xie family's ancestor was the trailblazer of that dungeon. That dungeon isn't the protracted type. Logically speaking, he should be out within a week. It's been ten days now."

Although she didn't have the authority to view the specific content of the 015 dungeon strategy, when her father entered the dungeon, the elders in the family would definitely reveal some information about the dungeon.

Such as the difficulty and duration of the dungeon.

Zhang Yuanqing frowned and pondered, "Perhaps he encountered some accident, but don't worry. In my experience, Grade A dungeons with strategies are at most B+. They can't even be considered weak. Your father is the patriarch. He doesn't lack top-quality items, right? Passing this dungeon shouldn't be difficult. Just wait patiently!"

Xie Lingxi thought about it and nodded vigorously, "Then can brother stay with me today? I've been suffering from insomnia and lack of appetite lately. I'm haggard."

She pouted her pink little mouth, pretending to be pitiful.

"Anything but sleeping with you." Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her.

As he spoke, footsteps came from the stairs. Guan Ya happened to be coming downstairs. Xie Lingxi didn't turn her head, but her ears perked up slightly. Suddenly, she said with a娇羞 look, "Oh, brother, what do you mean by sleeping with me? You just like teasing me. I'm ignoring you!" She turned gracefully and ran shyly towards the stairs, bumping into Guan Ya who was coming downstairs.

"Ah..." The little green tea hurriedly stopped and explained, "Sister Guan Ya, brother Yuanshi was just joking with me. Don't misunderstand."

After she finished speaking, she brushed past Guan Ya, as if she was caught cheating and fleeing in a panic.

After the little green tea returned upstairs, Guan Ya rolled her eyes, "The idea of framing is written all over her face. Your sister, if she's smart, she's indeed a scheming green tea, but if she's stupid, she's scheming in front of me. She's so stupid that I'm speechless."

"Alright, alright, don't talk about her." Zhang Yuanqing said.

Guan Ya snorted and glanced at her boyfriend, "You're quite protective of her."

Zhang Yuanqing didn't say anything. He pinned her on the sofa and gave her a passionate kiss.

No matter what attitude Guan Ya had on the surface, she would respond to her little boyfriend's requests and spoil him without any reservations.

After kissing her until her cheeks were flushed and she was panting, Zhang Yuanqing sat up contentedly. While licking his lips, he said, "The Queen went out shopping. Who are you practicing fighting with?"

Guan Ya was wearing a white martial arts uniform, and a black belt highlighted her slender waist. Her magnificent breasts could be seen bulging even through the loose uniform.

"I asked Xiahou Aotian to create a level 5 melee puppet to accompany me." Guan Ya sat up, tidied her disheveled hair, and her face was still a little flushed. "Scouts have to hone their swordsmanship after reaching the extraordinary stage. My swordsmanship is still far behind veteran swordsmen."

Although every swordsman controls sword energy and possesses the swordsmanship proficiency talent, this is just the beginning. The level of swordsmanship and the strength of sword energy need to be honed.

Fu Qingyang is a representative figure in swordsmanship.

Young Master Qian, whose skills are close to perfection, can defeat ten swordsmen of the same level.

"Honing your swordsmanship, then I won't accompany you," Zhang Yuanqing said regretfully.

If it were physical training, with his current level six peak and the Pure Yang Cleansing Record at the Small Perfection stage, he could completely compete with Guan Ya. But in terms of swordsmanship, first of all, with the Star Official's wretched fighting style, he would definitely use high mobility to cooperate with Yin corpses and spirit servants to grind down the fragile swordsman.

And if he abandons the characteristics of the Star Official and engages in close combat with a swordsman with sharp sword energy, the risk is too high. Star Officials don't have super defense. Being hit by a sword will result in missing arms and broken legs.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't think he was a good sparring partner, so he didn't force himself.

In the headquarters, Secretary Zhou was hunched over his desk, reviewing documents, when he suddenly heard a "ding" sound from the computer screen. This was the notification sound for a new email.

Secretary Zhou put down the document, glanced at the computer with a Yi gaze, and reached for the mouse. He clicked on the new email.

"I am the Illusionist. Notify your master. Tonight at midnight, 26 Shazhoumen Road, Chaoyang District, Jingcheng, room 3002." Secretary Zhou's pupils contracted slightly. He suddenly straightened his back, and his entire aura changed, like a tourist wandering in the mountains encountering a hunting tiger.

The Illusionist is the Lingjing ID of the Grand Elder of the Southern Faction, a peak Ruler.

Secretary Zhou immediately grabbed the landline and dialed Elder Cai's phone, but he quickly hung up. After thinking for a few seconds, he picked up the landline again and contacted his assistant: "Prepare, I'm going back to see Elder Cai."

The night was hazy, and the cool breeze was blowing. The neon lights of Songhai intertwined to create a dazzling and gorgeous night scene.

The curtains in the room, where something inappropriate for children was happening, were tightly closed, with no light.

Heavy breathing and sweet moans had just stopped, and the bed also took a moment to breathe with the rhythmic "creak" sound.

Guan Ya was covered in sweat, and her秀发 clung to her face, curled up under a thin quilt, revealing half of her rounded fragrant shoulders, and her neck and chest were covered with red strawberries.

She lazily pushed the boyfriend beside her, her voice lazy and hoarse, "Turn on the air conditioner, it's hot~"

"If it's hot, take off the quilt." Zhang Yuanqing was still in sage mode and didn't want to move, so he lifted the Yin-Yang Harmony Quilt. Suddenly, a snow-white and plump娇躯 appeared in front of him.

Guan Ya's body curves were very attractive, with round and wide hips, rounded and firm thighs, and mermaid lines and vest lines outlining a pleasing abdomen.

Not to mention the scenery of the snow peak standing proudly in the plum blossom bushes.

A truly attractive figure,

Is covered with a thin layer of body fat in the exquisite and charming, that layer of body fat is the most touching plumpness of a woman.

A washboard figure is not good, and too much body fat becomes bloated赘肉.

Looking at it, Zhang Yuanqing's sage time disappeared. He eagerly pounced on it, his waist squeezed open two big white pythons, and sent the lance into the gun holster.

The real work of procreation continued until midnight, and Zhang Yuanqing gave all the gold in his bag to his girlfriend and left empty-handed.

He came to the rooftop of the villa and began his daily stargazing again.

The Star Official is a chess player who secretly plans and strategizes. Since Zhang Yuanqing was promoted to Star Official, he has rescued the Demon Eye, arrested the Underworld God, fought the Heavenly Punishment Saint, and hunted down the six elders of the Southern Faction. Several operations have been excellent.

But now, facing a possible killing calamity originating from a high position, even stargazing is powerless.

"Alas, I still can't see anything." Zhang Yuanqing put away the Grand Luo Star Compass and took out his phone.

He opened the address book and hesitated between "Sister" and "Dog Elder," wondering whether to tell them about Master Wuhen's attempt to break through to demigod.

"Although Master Wuhen is devoted to good, he is, after all, an evil profession. Once he fails to break through to demigod, the consequences will be disastrous. It is very likely that the entire Jinshan City will become the price of his madness. Logically speaking, I should report to the headquarters."

"But the headquarters will not watch a level nine nihilist advance to demigod. No matter how harmless the master is, he is still an evil profession. The official, as a force that slays evil professions, has an animosity towards evil professions engraved in its bones. The contradiction between camps cannot be coordinated, and once Master Wuhen fails to break through to demigod, he will really lose control. In this case, I am afraid that even the dog elder will not stand with the master."

"The price of losing control may be the annihilation of a city, and may even affect Songhai. Who dares to gamble with the lives of the people in a city?"

"The result of reporting to the headquarters is that the Five Elements Alliance will take action to encircle and hunt Master Wuhen." Zhang Yuanqing grimaced.

Changing his train of thought, Master Wuhen is wholeheartedly devoted to good and is definitely not a madman who regards life as worthless. If he is not confident in breaking through to demigod, he would not make such a decision.

I will observe again and get through the tribulation of death first. I should worry about my own life first.

He temporarily put aside Master Wuhen's matter and sent a string of cartoon pictures to his sister.

His sister replied in seconds, but it was an automatic system reply: "In dungeon, leave a message if you need anything."

Zhang Yuanqing originally wanted to ask her if her dear brother's good brother, his cousin's boyfriend, was in a life-and-death crisis, could she protect him for a month.

As a result, she was in a dungeon and lost contact. Then I have to rely on myself. After attending the crab feast, I will enter the dungeon…

"No, enter the dungeon first and let the clone attend the crab feast. Anyway, I can share the clone." Zhang Yuanqing decided to play it safe.

To create a clone, he needs to borrow the Yata Mirror from the Thousand Crane Group again.

He had three chances to borrow it. The first time he chose the Yata Mirror, and the second time he chose the Kusanagi Sword, giving it to Guan Ya for self-defense for a month.

Guan Ya only used it when she was on missions. Most of the time, it was lying in the item bar. When entering the dungeon, Guan Ya hid it in her room, which was a waste.

The last chance to borrow it, he still chose the Yata Mirror. At that time, he participated in the crab feast with the idea of befriending the Xie family. It would never hurt to befriend the Lingjing family.

Now Yuanshi Tianzun is already a big figure. It is not important to befriend or not befriend at the crab feast. The relationship between the Xie family and him is already very close.

He is attending the crab feast mainly to meet the Xie family's ancestor and inquire about some past events of the Chu family from this demigod.

At midnight, 3002, 26 Shamen Road, Chaoyang District, Jingcheng. This is a two-bedroom apartment. The stove, sink, and floor in the kitchen are covered with a thin layer of dust.

Obviously, this apartment has been unoccupied for a long time.

A figure walked from the dark living room into the kitchen and turned on the faucet.

La la~

The faucet poured out tap water containing bubbles. Instead of falling into the sink, it meandered down to the ground, writing two words on the dusty ground.

"What is it!"

The figure smiled and said, "Cai Qinhe, you are still so cautious."

The two words "What is it" on the ground deepened, as if a silent, repeated inquiry was unwilling to waste words with him.

The figure said, "Wangshi Wuhen has obtained the key item to become a demigod and is trying to break through to the demigod realm. I am ordered by the sect leader to tell you about this."

The two words "What is it" disappeared, and a new stream of water poured out, writing a line of words: "What can I get?"

The figure sneered, "I'm just telling you this information. As for what you can get from it, think for yourself." After speaking, he turned and left.

October 1st, 6:30 pm, Xie Lingxi, wearing white knee-high味平底小皮鞋, light makeup, and a light-colored knee-length pleated skirt, hugged Zhang Yuanqing's arm and waved goodbye to Guan Ya, "We're going back, we'll be back tomorrow."

Her dress was simple yet elegant, with white tassels tied into a bow, dotted in the waterfall of black hair, making her look like a delicate little princess.

Early October, the Xie family crab feast.

Guan Ya ignored the little green tea's words and said, "Come back earlier tonight!"

Originally, Guan Ya also wanted to attend the crab feast, but Xie Lingxi said embarrassedly, "Oh, sister, the Xie family crab feast doesn't invite outsiders. Brother Yuanshi is a guest personally selected by the ancestor. I'm really sorry."

When she said this, the Queen was embarrassed to follow.

In this way, the little green tea finally had the opportunity to monopolize Brother Yuanshi. In the business car, Zhang Yuanqing leaned on the soft seat,翘起腿, and asked, "Your father hasn't come out yet?"

Xie Lingxi was quite happy at first, but when she heard this, her small face collapsed and she shook her head with a pout.

"It seems that something really happened..." Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart.

Xie Su had been in the dungeon for half a month, and that Siming Palace dungeon should have been cleared within a week.

"What did the Xie family elders say?" Zhang Yuanqing put away his relaxed expression.

"What else can they say? They are not in the dungeon and don't know the specific situation. They only say that with dad's strength, nothing should have happened."

Xie Lingxi sighed, "My mother, that old Chencha, hasn't been acting up lately. It seems she's really worried."

"What a good old Chencha…" Zhang Yuanqing said, "Your ancestor should see me. I'll ask him then."

"Thank you, brother." Xie Lingxi leaned into his arms.