Grandma's house, in the bedroom.

Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Yuer were sitting side by side in front of the TV, each with a controller, furiously manipulating their characters in the game.

Little Doubi was perched on Jiang Yuer's head, his chubby legs dangling. His dark, clear eyes were fixed on the TV screen, and his little hands were gripping Jiang Yuer's hair. His body was tense, as if immersed in the experience.

It was the weekend, and Jiang Yuer didn't have to work, so she dragged him into playing video games.

Currently, they were still in the "lying low" stage and didn't want to flaunt themselves outside. Staying at home was safe because there was a family disgrace, no, a great demigod protecting them.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing put down the controller, took out his companion spirit moon, and wore it on his forehead, instantly entering Night Tour (Stealth) state.

Upon seeing this, Little Doubi couldn't wait to tumble down from Jiang Yuer's head, clutching the controller tightly in his arms, and looking at Jiang Yuer with a pleading, watery gaze.

Jiang Yuer stroked his sparsely haired head and gave him a loving smile: "If you fail to clear the level, I'll send you to the afterlife."

Little Doubi's childish face showed a seriousness that didn't match his age. He raised his faint eyebrows and nodded vigorously.

His intelligence was now developed enough to communicate effectively, understand human language, comprehend body language, and learn to read people's expressions. His IQ was probably around six or seven years old.

But his appearance was still that of a newborn baby, white and chubby, with sparse hair. The image of a spirit servant was fixed, and he would forever be the way he looked when he died. The spirit body had no concept of development or growth.

The clicking sounds started again, and the two characters continued to fight bravely against the enemy.

In the Night Tour state, Zhang Yuanqing sat cross-legged. Through the information shared by the clone, he knew about Ling Jun's mother's keepsake. He needed to think about how to deal with it.

Tell his uncle? Tell Fu Qingyang?

If they found out, they could participate in it in the future. But once involved, without the protection of Stealth, his uncle and Fu Qingyang would be spied on by Ling Tu from the River of Fate.

Then Ling Tu would know about the existence of the seed, and Elder Zhao would be in danger.

Of course, given Elder Zhao's "I'm playing the not sticking the pan game, preserving the seed is a promise to the students" attitude today, he would most likely offer the seed with both hands.

In that case, he wouldn't be able to unlock the secrets of the seed.

Wait, wouldn't Ling Tu want to force me to explore this matter? He might have observed something in the River of Fate, but it was vague. So, while I was being cautious and vigilant, he had the Pure Yang Master come out to scare me. With my and Boss's intelligence, we could definitely judge that the Pure Yang madman was scaring me. Then I would have more reason to see Elder Zhao."

"And with my willingness to share, I would definitely tell my uncle or Fu Qingyang about it. In that way, Ling Tu could clearly observe the details of certain events in the River of Fate, and thus plan ahead, so that the future would go according to his wishes."

"Hiss, fighting wits with Ling Tu always feels like fighting wits with air. Even with the slightest thing, I have to think three times and consider both sides. The Fire Master is better, the Fire Master has no worries."

After analyzing this, he already had a decision.

He wouldn't tell his uncle and Fu Qingyang about the seed for now. He would first find a way to cultivate the seed and then consider other things.

As for how to find a way to cultivate the seed, Zhang Yuanqing already had a direction in his heart, which was to ask Ling Jun.

Since Ling Jun's mother left the seed, it meant that she hoped that the seed would be useful in the future, and that one day she could announce the secret she had discovered.

In that case, there must be a cultivation method left behind, and Ling Jun, as her own son, was undoubtedly the first choice for the task. However, Feng Ling might not be honest about the stakes involved.

He needs to find time to communicate with Ling Jun!

Zhang Yuanqing exited Night Tour, banished the matter of the seed from his mind, glanced at Little Doubi, who was immersed in playing the game with the controller, and flicked him away with his finger.

Little Doubi rolled a few times in the air and flew out of the bedroom.

The next second, he crawled back crying, rolling around in front of Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Yuer.

Zhang Yuanqing patted Little Doubi's head and educated him: "You're still young, you can't play games. When you grow up, as tall as daddy, I'll let you play games."

Little Doubi cried even louder when he heard this.

Zhang Yuanqing said helplessly: "It's hard to fool children when they grow up."

"Let him play, let him play..." Jiang Yuer frowned: "It's too noisy."

As a "mother" by profession, she could sense the child's intense emotional fluctuations.

Zhang Yuanqing chose to compromise, shoved the controller into Little Doubi's arms, went to the desk, opened his phone, and logged into the chat software, pinging Xiao Yuan, Xiahou Aotian, and Demon Eye in the "Return of the Dead" group chat.

Yuanshi Tianzun: Everyone, if you are ready, prepare to enter the instance in three days. At the earliest tomorrow, at the latest the day after tomorrow, I will send you the unexploited, A-level and above instance data of the White Tiger Army Corps.

The so-called instance data was not a strategy, but an instance introduction.

After successfully hunting down the Southern Faction elder, Demon Eye Tianwang first proposed to enter the guild instance. He was beaten up by Extinction in the Cloud Dream Divine Realm, felt unwilling, and wanted to quickly improve himself.

Xiao Yuan, Little Aunt, and Fu Qingyang were all eager to improve themselves.

Only Xiahou Aotian didn't want to go back. He had recently returned to the Xiahou family. Yesterday, he said in the group that he was carrying a loudspeaker and sitting in front of the ancestral home of the ancestors for a day, and the ancestors couldn't do anything to him.

In a few days, he also wanted to imitate Yuanshi Tianzun and hold a dinner party at the Xiahou family, inviting friends from the spiritual realm families to eat, making the old things jealous and the little things feel inferior.

But Zhang Yuanqing told him that we will level up again after entering the instance, and if you don't go, you will become Zhong Yong.

Xiahou Aotian didn't think that entering an instance would allow him to level up, even an S-level instance was impossible. But on second thought, Yuanshi Tianzun's leveling speed was terrifying. If he was slack at this time, the gap would widen in the future.

As the protagonist, when can he not become famous?

Moreover, if Yuanshi and others teamed up to enter the instance, and he, the refiner, was missing, it would be like a fierce tiger losing its claws and teeth, and they would most likely die in the instance.

Xiahou Aotian: Wait, my materials haven't been replenished yet. The company has been short of funds recently, so I have to borrow money from the family.

Hearing him say this, everyone's minds invariably showed a picture of Xiahou Aotian stepping on a sewing machine while shedding tears.

Sun Miaomiao: I really want to enter the instance with you, but unfortunately, Saints cannot enter Dominator-level instances.

Tianxiaguihuo, Red Rooster Brother, and others expressed their regrets. Although the risk of entering the instance with Yuanshi Tianzun was great, it was directly proportional to the reward. They had more access to high-level information than ordinary Saints and knew that the conflict between the evil and orderly camps had become white-hot.

Don't look at the fact that after the morality value disappeared, both sides seemed to have called a truce and returned to their usual calm.

However, would the orderly camp, which had been severely calculated twice, really think that things were over? The middle and lower levels might think so, but the demigods definitely wouldn't.

On the contrary, after resolving the crisis twice by luck, and almost overturning twice, the sense of vigilance in the hearts of the orderly demigods was already ringing loudly.

Similarly, the evil camp had endured for a hundred years, hiding so many methods, and two of the moves that could be called trump cards had been resolved by the orderly camp. If they called a truce at this point, a hundred years of endurance would be destroyed, and they would inevitably take advantage of the victory to pursue and not give the orderly camp a chance to breathe.

The current calm was just the calm before the storm.

Tianxiaguihuo and others only hoped that they would have the ability to protect themselves before the storm that swept the world arrived, and if they had the strength, they could also protect the innocent around them.

Now, watching Yuanshi Tianzun team up to enter the instance, they felt particularly uncomfortable.

Zhao Chenghuang: The guild instances of Return of the Dead have all been cleared. It is almost impossible to upgrade the guild in the short term. You can consider joining the five major organizations and enter the guild instances of the five major organizations.

Tianxiaguihuo: First of all, joining too many guilds is not a good thing. The more guilds you join, the greater the probability of backlash. Secondly, you can't join or leave the five major organizations whenever you want. I don't want to be too restrained.

Yuanshi Tianzun: Then join the White Tiger Army Corps. The Marshal is my cousin. You can join and leave whenever you want.

Guan Ya: Actually, we may not be able to enter the instance together.

Sun Miaomiao: ???

Red Rooster Brother: ???

Tianxiaguihuo: What do you mean?

Guan Ya: If it is a spiritual realm instance, Saints can never enter the Dominator's instance, but the guild instance is different, um, to be precise, the White Tiger Army Corps' guild instance is different.

Guan Ya: Everyone knows that the Scout is a military position. The White Tiger Army Corps corresponds to the military system, so the alliance leader is called Marshal, and the Dominator can be positioned as a general. Since there are marshals and generals, there must be soldiers. In the White Tiger Army Corps' guild instance, the Marshal and generals can bring their own soldiers into the instance.

Everyone suddenly understood.

Guan Ya: However, not all instances can bring "soldiers" in. Only some special instances can. I don't know what they are specifically. I can ask Fu Qingyang later.

Yuanshi Tianzun: Is it risky?

Guan Ya: It's hard to say. Theoretically, soldiers have soldiers' tasks, and generals have generals' tasks, but it depends on the specific situation. For example, some instances' tasks are to defeat the enemy. Then, the tasks of the soldiers and generals are actually the same. If the general loses, the soldiers will definitely die. So it depends on what the specific task is.

Zhang Yuanqing thought about it and decided to let Fu Qingyang pick the instance or let Guan Ya solicit his opinion, he wouldn't participate, he had an important thing to do.

Exiting the chat group, he clicked on Ling Jun's avatar:

Teacher, are you free tomorrow?

Ling Jun: Aiyo, Lord Yuanshi, you are the most beautiful boy in the Second District. Teacher, this is an honor that this junior cannot afford.

Yuanshi Tianzun: Isn't it just stealing your limelight at the dinner party? You're so narrow-minded.

Ling Jun: Do you know how difficult it is for me to come out once? Victoria only allows me to come out for gatherings once a month.

Yuanshi Tianzun: Okay, stop talking nonsense. I have something to ask you. Give me an address. I will come over at this time tomorrow.

A clone can only be created once a day.

After getting Ling Jun's address, Zhang Yuanqing left the desk, grabbed Little Doubi and placed him on Little Aunt's head, picked up the controller and continued playing the game.

The next day.

In front of a villa in the Fourth Ring Road of Beijing, Zhang Yuanqing's clone, randomly disguised as a passerby, rang the doorbell.

As the harsh doorbell echoed, Ling Jun, wearing loose trousers and an oversized t-shirt, hands in his pockets, lazily came out of the main building and waved at him.

Zhang Yuanqing remained indifferent and continued to press the doorbell.

Ling Jun ran over with a confused look, opened the wrought iron gate, and said unhappily: "Why don't you just teleport in?"

Zhang Yuanqing also said unhappily: "Didn't you see that I'm pretending to be an ordinary visitor?"

"Heh, you're quite cautious... Pui, you're so cautious to come and find me, it must be nothing good. If it's eating, drinking, whoring, or gambling, you find me. If it's serious, you find Fu Qingyang. I'm just a humble Saint." Ling Jun was full of vigilance:

"What do you want me for?"

"Affair."

"Are you cursing people?"

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at him: "It really is an affair."

Ling Jun was stunned, and finally reacted. Instantly, he transformed from a lazy stallion into a sharp lion.