*Starlight? Star Escape! Have I been targeted by the Taiyi Sect? Why? I've always kept a low profile. This makes no sense...*
Jing's pupils constricted violently. Recognizing her opponent's skill, she did not hesitate for a second. Tilting her head back, she let out a piercing shriek, unleashing a Mental Strike.
Without even checking whether her opponent was harmed, she immediately activated Dream Traverse, intending to flee the scene.
Among all classes, an Illusionist's melee combat ability ranked dead last, stronger only than Scholars and Musicians of the same level.
When confronted with a Stargazer who appeared out of nowhere, putting distance between them using dreams was the sensible choice. Whether she would guide his emotions from the shadows or drag him into a dream to deal with him could be decided after assessing the situation.
This was a residential apartment complex, offering plenty of dreams to traverse.
Bizarre, kaleidoscopic dreamscapes reflected in Jing's eyes. She picked one at random, and her body instantly turned ethereal, on the verge of vanishing... But the next second, those bizarre dreams burst like soap bubbles, and Jing's body solidified once more.
Her Dream Traverse had failed. A higher-level Dream Master had "blown away" the surrounding dreams, preventing her escape.
Jing's expression changed abruptly. She would not have been surprised by any kind of attack, but she could not understand how a Stargazer could suppress her in a Dream Master's domain.
It was like a Fire Master discovering that a Stargazer, renowned for scheming, was even more brainless, impulsive, and short-tempered than himself.
With her Dream Traverse foiled, Jing decisively tore her throat open in a sustained scream, simultaneously taking out a vine and dashing toward the window.
A Mental Strike could effectively delay the enemy, while the vine would allow her to swing between buildings without plunging to her death.
Yet the moment she took a step, a sudden chill struck her back, and she froze stiff where she stood.
She had been possessed.
"Hehe..."
A chilling chuckle came from beside her ear. The familiar soul fluctuations turned Jing's panicked expression into sheer despair.
"Yi Chuanmei..." Recognizing the aura of the soul, she strained to roll her eyes toward the unfamiliar Stargazer. "Y-Yuanshi Tianzun?!"
"Ah, this despair... delicious," Yi Chuanmei, possessing her from behind, said with a sweet smile. "You little slut, I've wanted to kill you for ages. You think you're worthy of competing with me for favor? The way you stuck your ass up in front of the Sixth Elder was truly sickening. The way you swallowed and hesitated, that fiery passion of yours—all of it makes me want to vomit..."
"Shut up!" Zhang Yuanqing interrupted coldly.
Yi Chuanmei immediately wiped the venomous smirk from her face, looking as aggrieved as a little maidservant. "Master, just let me curse at her a few more times."
*If I let you keep going, I'll have to redefine half the dictionary,* Zhang Yuanqing complained inwardly. Keeping a cold face, he repeated, "Shut up!"
Then, he pulled out the fifty-centimeter-long Form and Spirit Annihilation Blade, one side white and the other black.
With a slight flick of his wrist, the black side receded as white lacquer spread, turning the single-edged blade entirely snow-white.
Zhang Yuanqing felt no pity whatsoever for members of such evil classes. Gripping the blade, he stepped forward and, under Jing's despairing gaze, plunged the tip into her heavy chest.
The white blade absorbed the spiritual blood within her chest like a sponge, and her fair, delicate body withered at a visible speed.
Jing's eyes flew wide, pupils trembling, before losing their luster within seconds.
Blackness surged in Zhang Yuanqing's eye sockets. Communicating with the remnant spirit in the corpse, he swallowed it in a single gulp.
His reason for using the white blade to kill her was to preserve her spirit body and extract information.
The price of doing so was that the Form and Spirit Annihilation Blade had only drunk blood today without devouring a soul; before midnight, he would need to find a living soul to feed it.
*I can find a few pets when the time comes...* Zhang Yuanqing closed his eyes and read the spirit body's memories.
In under a minute, he absorbed the spirit and acquired her fragmented memories. Sure enough, with the exception of the people at Wuhen Hotel, eleven out of ten evil-class individuals in this world deserved to die.
This woman's life could be summed up in four words: "rampant material greed." To satisfy her worldly desires, she had committed every conceivable wicked deed, tearing apart countless families and hounding numerous successful men enthralled by her beauty to their deaths.
*Men are just mud, fit only to provide me with nutrients!*
That had been Jing's creed in life.
Zhang Yuanqing put away the Form and Spirit Annihilation Blade, swallowed Yi Chuanmei back, took out Little Red Riding Hood, and tossed Jing's corpse into the hat's internal space, instructing Commandery Princess Yinyao to refine it into a yin corpse.
Just as he finished, a loud, melodious ringtone sounded.
Jing's phone, dropped on the floor, was ringing. The caller was an unfamiliar number.
*Spam, harassment, or the Sixth Elder calling ahead of an orgy?* Zhang Yuanqing raised an eyebrow, took out the Perfect Human Skin, and donned it, transforming into an oval-faced beauty with curvaceous contours.
It was none other than Jing!
*Turning into a beauty to get close to a big shot of an evil organization... this script sounds a bit familiar. Ah, right, the previous owner of the Perfect Human Skin used this trick to approach a mob boss, only to end up surrounded by burly men for sixty minutes... Bah, bah, bah! Unlucky thoughts, why am I even thinking about that...* Zhang Yuanqing spat in disgust and answered the call.
His voice turned soft, alluring, and lazy with sweet coquetry. "Who is it~?"
"Why did you take so long to pick up!" a slightly hoarse male voice demanded through the speaker.
The Sixth Elder!
Zhang Yuanqing's body suddenly tensed. It wasn't his nervousness, but Jing's. During her last service, all three of her orifices had been breached as the Sixth Elder pumped a massive amount of evil energy into her, leaving her unable to bear sleeping with a man for a long time afterward.
For a full day afterward, her stomach had turned with a nauseating, fishy stench.
"Sixth Elder, I... I was taking a shower," Zhang Yuanqing murmured meekly.
From the other end came the Sixth Elder's cold voice: "Send me your address. Someone will pick you up at ten tonight!"
A wave of intense delight surged through him. Zhang Yuanqing's shapely body tensed uncontrollably as he stammered excitedly, "Thank you, Sixth Elder! Thank you, Sixth Elder!"
The other side grunted an acknowledgment and hung up.
*Done. I'll get to see the Sixth Elder tonight, and tonight will be the day he dies...* Even as Zhang Yuanqing thought this, his body honestly texted the address and dashed excitedly into the bathroom.
Forty minutes later, wrapped in a woman's bath towel with a towel turban around his hair, he walked out of the bathroom with a dazed look, only one thought echoing in his mind: *Holy crap, women really take forty minutes to bathe! Talk about an eye-opener!*
Drying his hair, he changed into sexy shorts and an off-the-shoulder T-shirt. Standing before the full-length mirror, Zhang Yuanqing felt a pang of embarrassment.
*The figure's not bad, though—the abs and V-line are both pretty hot. But Master Tianzun is a respectable gentleman; if word of this ever gets out, how am I supposed to face the world? Sigh, none of the people present tonight are walking away alive. Every single one of them has to die...* Zhang Yuanqing sighed.
He peeled off the Perfect Human Skin and waited quietly. When ten o'clock rolled around, the charging phone chimed with a ping.
A text message arrived from an unfamiliar number:
"Downstairs of your apartment. Black car. License plate: XX·SB250."
*That plate looks ridiculously expensive at a glance...* Zhang Yuanqing unplugged his phone, donned the skin, tossed the phone into a designer handbag, and strode out of the bedroom. Arriving downstairs, he immediately spotted the black sedan.
It was parked beside a flowerbed. A man dressed in black clothes and black pants, wearing a black peaked cap, leaned against the hood, puffing on a cigarette.
Seeing "Jing" come down, the man's eyes beneath the cap lit up slightly. A lecherous grin curled on his lips. "Not bad. You've already got a read on the Sixth Elder's tastes—the more revealing, the better; the sexier, the better."
With that, he pulled open the rear door, gesturing for Jing to get in.
Carrying the bag, Zhang Yuanqing walked toward the rear seat with the click-clack of high heels. Just as he bent down to climb into the vehicle, the man in the peaked cap reached out and gave his plump buttocks a hard squeeze, looking utterly intoxicated.
"Damn, that's soft."
*I am definitely refining you into a yin corpse, into a spirit servant!!* Goosebumps erupted all over Zhang Yuanqing, yet his expression remained completely placid. After taking his seat, he even cast a coquettish wink at the man.
"Don't touch me recklessly~ I'm very expensive~"
These words were not spoken of his own volition; having inherited Jing's karma, he made the response uncontrollably.
"Little slut!"
The man licked his lips and opened the driver-side door. After getting in, he did not drive off right away, but asked, "Same old rules—two questions. First question: where did you serve the Sixth Elder last time?"
"Leather City."
"Second question: how many people served, and what were their Spirit Realm IDs?"
"Six people: Yi Chuanmei, Mirage, Everything Is Fake, Drunk in the Mortal Realm, Fox Sister, and me," Zhang Yuanqing answered fluently.
The man nodded and drove off.
Jing's residential complex was in Hang City. After leaving the complex, the man in the peaked cap drove aimlessly around the city for an hour before heading out along the elevated highway.
During this time, Zhang Yuanqing used Yi Chuanmei's peak Level 6 illusions to confound the man, taking off the Perfect Human Skin to reset the item's cooldown.
The car traveled southwest along the expressway, arriving in Liandu an hour and a half later.
It was worth mentioning that the Southern Sect's territory was mainly distributed across the coastal provinces: Jiangnan Province, Fu Province, Jiangnan West Circuit Province, and Nanyue Province.
Upon reaching Liandu, Zhang Yuanqing, having put the Perfect Human Skin back on, underwent two more interrogations and a test using an Illusionist-class item, passing every inspection flawlessly.
At the same time, he learned from the inspectors that this service would last five days, with a reward of either two Saint-grade materials or a low-grade Saint-stage item.
At the time, Zhang Yuanqing's only thought had been: *Holy crap, that's way too cheap! With my current wealth, I could assemble an imperial harem of three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines!*
His second thought was: *No, wait, that's insanely expensive. A Saint-grade item, even a low-grade one, is worth over ten million.*
*Ten million for five days—what an enviable income,* Zhang Yuanqing mused. But recalling the memories he had glimpsed from Jing's spirit body, he felt that this was truly her hard-earned blood money; he couldn't begrudge her that.
Finally, at three in the morning, having reset the skin's cooldown three times, Zhang Yuanqing arrived by car at a detached suburban villa, pulling to a stop in its courtyard.
Shutting off the engine, the man in the driver's seat chuckled eerily. "Go on in. Serve the Sixth Elder well."
*What a sickening grin...* Zhang Yuanqing pushed the car door open, glanced at the villa with its curtains drawn tight, and took a deep breath. Harboring a mixture of dread and anticipation, he strode on high heels toward the towering brown wooden door and pushed it open.
As the wooden door swung open, as if some boundary had been breached, a woman's shrill scream and the crack of a whip striking flesh came drifting out.
Chapter 613