Chapter 1 Understanding

Fu Qingyang had anticipated getting those two props. As long as Yuanshi came out of the dungeon alive, he would at least get one lost prop.

Perhaps the Yin-Yang Disc from the Jianghuai branch, or perhaps a rule-based prop component from the Xie family.

This premonition had no basis, no reason, purely trust. He didn't care what Yuanshi would do, but he knew Yuanshi could do it. This was the trust between strong individuals.

However, when he heard Yuanshi Tianzun say with his own ears that both props were in hand, Fu Qingyang was still stunned and remained silent for a moment.

Getting a share of the spoils and taking all the spoils into one's own pocket were two completely different things.

The former could be achieved through gambling and compromise, while the latter required suppressing teammates to convince them.

After several seconds of silence, Fu Qingyang's tone regained its coldness and said,

"Very good!"

"Come to the study immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Qingyang saw a dreamlike starlight appear on the red carpet of the study, spiraling upwards and solidifying into a young man wearing a black fitted short-sleeved shirt. It was Yuanshi Tianzun.

Fu Qingyang raised his eyebrows slightly, "It seems your experience points have increased a lot."

He had dealt with Xingguan (Star Officials) quite a bit. Low-level Xingguan could only mechanically use teleportation techniques and could not independently choose the distance and location of the teleportation.

Clearly, Yuanshi had already passed the low-level Xingguan stage, and his experience points had definitely reached over 50%.

"Next time I enter a dungeon, I'll be able to level up to Level Five," Zhang Yuanqing said.

After speaking, he eagerly wanted to see shock, envy, and other emotions on Money Master's face, but there were none. Money Master's face was as handsome as a knife-carved sculpture, with an aloof expression.

*He's probably extremely envious inside, but he's pretending to be calm on the surface. Hmph, Boss is really good at pretending. Can't you just let me feel good for a moment?*

*Crap, I forgot he's a Sentinel.* Zhang Yuanqing thought, feeling a chill in his heart.

Fu Qingyang supported his elbow on the table, interlaced his fingers, and coldly stared at his trusted subordinate:

*This kid Yuanshi hasn't been educated for a while, and his thoughts are getting bolder and bolder...*

The atmosphere solidified for a moment, and Zhang Yuanqing sighed:

"I've already tried my best to catch up with Boss's footsteps, hoping to one day fight alongside you, but you're like a high mountain, making me only able to look up and unable to approach."

Fu Qingyang was speechless and dismissed the idea of educating him, bringing the topic back on track:

"Give them to me."

Zhang Yuanqing didn't hesitate at all, grabbing the Yin-Yang Disc with his left hand and pulling out the Holy Infant's head with his right, placing both props on the table.

Fu Qingyang first picked up the Yin-Yang Disc, carefully reading the item attributes, and couldn't help but glance at Zhang Yuanqing.

"I've heard about this prop from the Jianghuai branch for a long time, also known as the 'Rogue Disc.' Heh, it lives up to your reputation," Fu Qingyang ridiculed.

*I'm suddenly a little regretful about handing over this prop.* Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but worry about his reputation.

Yuanshi Tianzun was the dream lover of countless girls in the organization and an object of admiration for countless male colleagues. He couldn't let a broken prop ruin his reputation.

*Some rumors and gossip might not be believed if they come from people's mouths, but the attributes of a prop don't lie...*

Fu Qingyang put down the Yin-Yang Disc and instead stroked the baby's head with his palm.

After reading the item information, he looked over again and chuckled:

"A very interesting prop."

"Yuanshi, do you think we should return the props to the Jianghuai branch and the Xie family?"

Zhang Yuanqing nodded, "Naturally."

If the Battle of Yashan was a solo dungeon, he would definitely not choose to hand them over.

Fu Qingyang maintained his finger-interlaced posture, "But I think the reward conditions need to be changed. For example, the B-grade merit points provided by the Huaihai branch can be exchanged for something else."

*As expected, after this punishment, Boss also realized that too many merit points aren't a good thing for me. It's better to exchange them for more direct benefits.* Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief.

He was just thinking about how to persuade Fu Qingyang to support him, after all, Money Master's political awareness was very high.

And without the support of Fu Qingyang, an elder, it would be difficult for him to bargain with the Huaihai branch, or even headquarters.

Fortunately, Fu Qingyang never disappointed him.

"Let's put this matter aside for now. There's an emergency I need to inform you about." Fu Qingyang put down his hands, straightened up, and said in a deep voice:

"While you were in the dungeon, the president of the Merchant Guild, a high-level member of the Dionysus Club, and the Marshal had a fight in Songhai. The president's Myriad Treasures Tree was damaged, and over a hundred props hanging on the tree were scattered everywhere. Yesterday, headquarters convened a meeting of the Ten Elders, requiring all major branches to mobilize all manpower to retrieve the scattered props, lest the Marshal's morality score be cleared."

"I took the opportunity to exempt you from a month of confinement. You're free again. Your main task now is to clean up that garbage's mess."

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.

A piece of ancient bronze sculpture had already caused such a commotion in Jinhui City. Hundreds of props scattered among the people... this, this was simply unimaginable.

"With the level of the demigods, don't they have any crowd control abilities?" He found it unbelievable.

"That garbage has only been promoted to demigod for a few years after all, and he's an extremist. His destructive power is rare in the world, but his sword qi can't be controlled freely." Fu Qingyang said with regret, "There are no heroes in these times, allowing garbage to occupy high positions."

"Boss, aren't you afraid of death? Have you forgotten how you were beaten last time? Don't blame me this time. Don't think about taking it out on me again if you get beaten!" Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a moment and asked, "What's the Myriad Treasures Tree?"

"A rule-based prop of the Void profession."

"A rule-based prop was damaged?" Zhang Yuanqing was shocked.

"Rule-based props can't be damaged so easily. Anything that can be easily damaged can definitely be easily restored. These aren't the main points. The main point is that this event is both a crisis and an opportunity." Fu Qingyang opened his computer, typing information while saying, "Headquarters has issued a notice. After collecting and subduing the props, you don't have to hand them over, or you can exchange them for merit points. In addition, according to the analysis of several existing cases, solving a case caused by a prop can earn you extremely high morality points." As he spoke, he turned the laptop towards Zhang Yuanqing.

The latter looked intently. The screen displayed an investigation report.

The report summarized several recent cases caused by props:

#More than a dozen residents in a community in Songhai were collectively burglarized. The surveillance cameras didn't capture anything unusual. Is it a supernatural event, or is there something else going on?#

#Several female college students at Songhai University were seen running naked on campus at night, stating that it was their master's task#

#Bank vault robbed#

#A man disappeared while jogging at night and was found dead in the park the next day, suspected of being strangled by vines#

These cases had been properly resolved, the lawbreakers had been arrested, and the props had been recovered. According to the feedback from the official Spirit Realm cultivators who handled the cases, they received a large amount of morality points.

*It really is a good opportunity to accumulate morality points and merit points. Although I don't need merit points, morality points are what I want, um, and props.* Zhang Yuanqing thought deeply, sighing:

"Most people, after obtaining props, will indulge their desires and try things they wouldn't normally dare to do. This is the consequence of superpowers falling into the hands of the people."

Spirit Realm cultivators who are restricted by morality points will still do good deeds while committing evil, let alone ordinary people who have no restrictions.

Perhaps not everyone will do bad things, but as long as some people have evil thoughts, it's enough to cause chaos.

"You don't have to worry too much. The Void profession has treasure-hunting skills. That president will solve most of the problems himself. The rest is what we and the Dionysus Club have to deal with."

*Who would have thought that one day, the evil professions would be busy maintaining order?* Zhang Yuanqing first complained in his heart, then Fu Qingyang's words inspired him:

*Little Doubi (referring to himself) has treasure-hunting abilities. I can completely use it to quickly collect the props in Songhai City and make a killing.*

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait.

Next, the two mainly discussed the handling of the two props, the benefits they hoped to obtain, and the bargaining process with the Huaihai branch and headquarters.

After speaking, Fu Qingyang said:

"Guan Ya still doesn't know that you went to the Battle of Yashan. I only told her that you entered a dungeon."

"Perfect. Let Little Green Tea (Xie Lingxi) contact the Xie family." Zhang Yuanqing bowed slightly, snapped his fingers, and turned into a dreamlike starlight to escape.

Small villa.

In the living room on the first floor, Xie Lingxi, wearing hot pants, sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a pillow, and said:

"Queen Sister, hasn't Brother Yuanshi come out of the dungeon yet? It's been a day and a half."

She had a fluffy bun, with messy strands of hair falling down, giving her a lazy beauty. The girl's legs weren't round enough, but they were fair, slender, and bony, with crystal-clear jade toes curled slightly.

The Queen and Guan Ya sat at the dining table, enjoying the afternoon tea prepared by the Bunny Girl. Neither of the two hot big sisters paid attention to her, focusing on browsing the forum.

"So many props scattered outside... it's fine if ordinary people get them, but if they're obtained by evil professions, they'll definitely create a batch of high-quality enemies." The Queen pinched her brows, then turned her head to respond to Little Green Tea, "The original wife (Guan Ya) isn't worried, why are you, a little maid, so worried?"

"Don't be sarcastic," Guan Ya said, biting a sweet treat, "Fu Qingyang didn't tell me the dungeon level. What's the point of worrying blindly? Yuanshi has experienced so many storms since becoming a Spirit Realm cultivator. It's better to wait for news."

Xie Lingxi actually had the same mindset, and immediately asked curiously:

"Why didn't Elder Fu tell you the dungeon information? Is there something special about the dungeon Brother Yuanshi entered?"

"I bet it's S-level," Li Chunfeng, who was coding and taking on private work at another table, interjected:

"Yuanshi Tianzun's performance in the slaughter dungeon determined the difficulty level of his first dungeon in the Saint realm."

"S-level is S-level, but why hide it from Guan Ya?" the Queen asked, puzzled.

Li Chunfeng couldn't answer, so he continued coding.

"Ah, I really want to know about Brother Yuanshi's dungeon." Xie Lingxi lay down on the sofa, sighing while looking at the ceiling.

Suddenly, she heard the Queen exclaim in surprise:

"Captain, you're back?!"

Xie Lingxi suddenly sat up and saw Brother Yuanshi's familiar face.

She opened her arms in surprise and rushed towards her brother, but was pushed back onto the sofa by her heartless brother, who pressed on her forehead.

Zhang Yuanqing said:

"I made you worry."

Guan Ya hurriedly got up to greet him, her rushed body language showing that she wasn't as calm as she appeared.

"What kind of dungeon was it this time?" the old driver (The Queen) asked curiously.

Xie Lingxi and the other two waited with interest for the answer.

Zhang Yuanqing was about to speak when he noticed a few grains of white sugar on her exquisitely carved mouth, so he stretched out his finger to wipe them off and put them in his mouth to suck.

"Eww~"

Xie Lingxi and the Queen showed expressions of disgust and jealousy at the same time.

Guan Ya, however, had a charming and bright smile.

Zhang Yuanqing finished sucking his finger and said, "The dungeon I entered this time was the Battle of Yashan."

Guan Ya and the Queen were still pondering the name of the dungeon when Xie Lingxi's sharp scream had already torn through the quiet of the living room:

"What? The Battle of Yashan?!"

She rolled off the sofa and jumped to Zhang Yuanqing's side, grabbing his arm with both small hands, stammering:

"Y-Y-The Battle of Yashan? Is it really the Battle of Yashan?!"

Zhang Yuanqing said 'hmm'.

Xie Lingxi's heart was pounding wildly. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress her excitement:

"Then, then, who took my family's prop? Brother Yuanshi, who were your teammates?"

Looking at the excited Xie Lingxi, Guan Ya and the Queen suddenly realized and remembered the relevant bounty for the Battle of Yashan.

"Brother, tell me quickly, that prop is too important to our Xie family. After the Holy Infant's head was lost in the dungeon, the old ancestor was angry for months. No matter who has it, our Xie family must buy it back. Zhang Yuanqing only remained silent for a few seconds, but she couldn't wait any longer.

*From what you said, I know the Xie family's attitude.* Zhang Yuanqing smiled and asked:

"Then how much are you willing to spend to buy it? Give me a price, and I'll consider it."

Xie Lingxi was stunned. She stared blankly at Yuanshi Tianzun for about three or four seconds before the girl's sharp voice echoed again:

"Ahhh, Brother Yuanshi, I love you to death!"

In the study, Fu Qingyang dialed the phone number of an elder from the Huaihai branch.

"Fu Qingyang?" A righteous and dignified voice came from the phone, with a hint of doubt: "You're looking for me?"

The Cold-Blooded Detective Elder was an excellent detective before becoming a Spirit Realm cultivator. Later, he obtained a character card and became a Sentinel, joining the White Tiger Corps of the Five Elements Alliance.

Although they were both elders of the White Tiger Corps, he and Fu Qingyang didn't have much contact, and there was little business interaction between the Huaihai and Songhai branches.

Therefore, the Cold-Blooded Detective felt deeply puzzled by Fu Qingyang's call.

Fu Qingyang said:

"Yuanshi Tianzun just came out of a dungeon."

"So?" The voice on the other end of the phone became even more puzzled.

Fu Qingyang replied calmly: "He entered the Battle of Yashan. The Yin-Yang Disc is with him."

After speaking, he heard rapid breathing from the phone.

Crab City, a lush green garden.

Fish ponds, rockeries, pavilions, towers, flower beds, green trees, winding paths... gardens in the Jiangnan (south of the Yangtze River) style always make people think of these words involuntarily.

Whenever you think of these words, you feel that the scenery is as beautiful as a painting.

In such a picturesque scene, in the gazebo by the fish pond, there was a woman more beautiful than the scenery.

She was wearing a light green cheongsam, with lifelike lotus flowers embroidered on the skirt. Her retro hairstyle was adorned with pearls and gold hairpins.

Her full hips supported the skirt, revealing a crescent-shaped side view of her buttocks. Her waistline suddenly narrowed, revealing a slender waist, and above that, there were endless charms.

Her face was also extremely outstanding, with a beautiful oval face, light makeup, and black eyeliner outlining bright and expressive eyes. Her eyebrows and eyes had a girlish innocence, yet were also charming. Her features were five or six points similar to Xie Lingxi's.

The cheongsam beauty held a celadon bowl in her jade hand, pinching the ingredients with her green onion-like fingers, gently sprinkling them, attracting the koi in the pond to compete for food, creating splashes.

In the gazebo, a man with handsome features and fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes was slowly sipping tea.

"Old man, when are you bringing our daughter home?"

The beautiful woman stood by the pond, frowning her delicate and slender willow eyebrows, "She's been locked up for half a month. I originally planned to have her learn the piano during the summer vacation. You say, this Yuanshi Tianzun is really something, making trouble as soon as he gets promoted. What kind of future can Lingxi have following him?"

Her voice was soft and coquettish, able to make people feel weak in the bones.

"Aren't you quite fond of him?" Xie Su smiled.

"Wasn't I just bewitched by his beauty? He played so well in the broadcasting competition. The ladies in the circle are all obsessed with him. I haven't seen him for a while. I've even forgotten what he looks like." Xie's mother sighed.

Xie Su shook his head helplessly.

Xie's mother was a typical fangirl, liking this young heartthrob today and that young heartthrob tomorrow, but her memory wasn't very good. If she didn't watch the show for a while, she would forget what the young heartthrob looked like.

"With his personality, it's indeed difficult to survive in the organization. But Lingxi clearly said that he's very slippery, saying human words to humans and ghost words to ghosts. I'll meet him in person at the Crab Banquet in September," Xie Su said.

He no longer doubted Yuanshi Tianzun's talent. What troubled him now was his disposition.

When Xie Lingxi praised Yuanshi Tianzun in front of him earlier, she said most often that 'this child is cunning' and a talented person who could thrive in the system.

"Then why don't we let Lingxi come home?" Xie's mother asked tentatively.

Just as she was speaking, Xie Su's phone rang. The caller was his precious daughter, Xie Lingxi.