Why is he here? For heaven's sake, why has he appeared at Songhai University? Zhang Yuanqing's heart raced uncontrollably, adrenaline surging wildly—like encountering a white-shouldered, golden-eyed tiger deep in a dense forest. He froze in place, his mind racing. —is it mere coincidence that the Mage-Eye has appeared at Songhai University? Is it? If not, then he must have come specifically for me. My age speaks for itself—a native of Songhai in his early twenties, with a strong likelihood of attending university. I personally defeated Ouyang Xiangrong at Songhai University back then. Though this hasn't been widely publicized, several official agents from the Songhai branch are aware of the matter. Given the Mage-Eye's stature and capabilities, gathering this information wouldn't be difficult. I recall that the Mage-Eye possesses the ability to "recognize" the spiritual realm travelers—exactly the method he used to discover Kou Beiyue. The King of the Mysterious Eyes has likely already searched the Tonghai University many times without my knowledge—luckily, I haven’t come to school much lately, so I’ve accidentally escaped unscathed… Thinking about this, Zhang Yuanqing was already sweating coldly at his brow. “Stay calm, stay calm. The Mysterious Eyes don’t recognize me. Fu Qingyang analyzed that his method of identifying Lingjing practitioners is a specific skill—one that must be actively summoned, rather than a passive ability always in effect. So I should just act as a casual passerby, glide past him, and then slip out through the back entrance. From now on, I won’t be coming to school anymore.” Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yuanqing waited until the Mysterious Eyes was fully focused on sweeping the floor. He then reached into his pocket, put on his mask, and, maintaining a relaxed, natural gait, pulled out his phone to send a group message to Fu Qingyang, Guan Ya, and Li Dongze: “Help! The King of the Mysterious Eyes is at the Tonghai University entrance!” His eyes remained calm, and his fingers, steady as an old dog, typed with quiet precision—every storm and wave of After sending the message, Zhang Yuanqing calmly tucked his phone away, maintaining composure, looking straight ahead without glancing aside, and continuing along his original path toward the King of the Magical Eyes, who was wearing a sports headband. One step, two steps, three steps... Finally, he passed by the King of the Magical Eyes, who was intently sweeping the floor, paying no attention to the students coming and going around him. Zhang Yuanqing made a concerted effort to hold his breath, suppressing subtle reactions such as a sense of relief or ease. Only after passing through the main plaza at the entrance and turning onto the quiet path leading to the teaching buildings did he finally let out a deep breath. Ah... it's so terrifying, so terrifying. As long as the King of the Magical Eyes remains at Shuanghai University, I can't rest. This man requires evidence before taking action—he must have already dispatched someone to investigate me. I believe he knows I am a law-abiding citizen. Yet he still comes to Shuanghai University to conduct reconnaissance, which means he's determined not to let me go. The evil profession is the evil profession—flexible in its moral standards. Talking about evidence for murder? That's just empty rhetoric. Zhang Yuanqing muttered under his breath, quickly moving forward, intending to leave through the school's back entrance. The Mage-Eye King, holding a broom, exhaled, saying, "Your unusual presence at the school gate was quite obvious—of course, that's not your fault. For ancient war gods like us, even the slightest breeze or movement on the battlefield stands out vividly. With so many people at the gate, it was impractical to engage directly, so I followed you all the way. Hmph! How could a student from Songhai University possibly know me? Even more coincidentally, I've recently been searching for a man named Yuan-Shi Tianzun—he's also a student at Songhai University. Isn't it possible that you're the one?" At the very instant he saw the vertical eye, Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts exploded, shattering into countless chaotic fragments—without pain, without fear, as though returning to the most primal stillness of death. Yet in reality, his face contorted into a fierce, wild expression, tears streaming from his eyes, his vital energy of the Yin force spiraling out of control, devouring the life within his body and transforming his flesh into that of a shadow corpse. "Ah!" Suddenly, a clear, resonant dragon's roar echoed within Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness. This roar seemed to possess a magical power that cleansed his soul, pulling it back from the brink of collapse and allowing his thoughts to reassemble. His mind suddenly cleared. With regained awareness, he once again saw the Magi-Emperor standing several meters away, and saw the terrifying vertical eye. It still struck awe and fear, yet no longer seemed so overwhelming. What on earth was that dragon's roar just now? Zhang Yuanqing felt both bewildered and delighted, too excited to dwell on his questions, and swiftly activated his Night-Wanderer technique, entering invisibility, then sprinted off. "Interesting!" "The King of the Mystic Eye didn't pursue—he merely lifted a corner of his mouth. 'A modest university like Songhai, and yet it hides the Rain Lord.' 'Woo-woo...' The wind howled fiercely, dark clouds gathering overhead like a veil drawn across the sky, plunging the world into gloom. The gale swept across the area, bending the plants around the King of the Mystic Eye at an angle, their trunks bowing into half-circles, as if ready to snap. Students near and far were thrown to the ground, some even lifted into the air by the force of the wind—lighter girls flying through the air, their cries echoing ceaselessly. Glass panes of nearby buildings shattered one after another. Amidst this apocalyptic storm, the vertical eye on the King of the Mystic Eye began to weep blood, fully awakening. From the edge of his eyes, dark, twisted patterns—like tattoos—spread rapidly across his body. 'Huh, huh, huh...' the King of the Mystic Eye supported himself on his broom. 'Fighting is fine, but when it comes to inconveniencing the innocent, I'll be quite displeased.' He cracked a smile, revealing a wild, frenzied grin. "...Huff, huff, huff..." Zhang Yuanqing, dragging his severely wounded body, pushed himself to a limit he had never reached in his life, sprinting out of Songhai University toward Fu Family Village. His speed surpassed that of speeding cars, drawing astonished glances from passersby. Some people shouted, pulled out their phones to record, only to find him gone before the cameras were even raised. Fifteen minutes later, having run far beyond what anyone could have imagined, Zhang stopped at a quiet park. He collapsed onto the green grass, his chest heaving vigorously, gasping for breath with rapid, labored exhalations. After a few minutes, his breathing gradually stabilized. Finally, gathering a bit of strength, Zhang took a moment to assess his condition. The most severe injury was to his soul—seemingly shattered and reassembled—leaving the most tangible effect on his body being a severe headache, as though the temples had split open. It was no less intense than the pain of a chronic illness relapsing. Then the internal organs were severely damaged, and the body temperature was extremely low—this was due to the loss of control of the Taiyin energy, resulting in its chaotic surge. "Just one glance and I was on the brink of death. This is truly a master-level spirit that bewitches through enchantment. And this is only because he didn’t intend to kill me. If he had, I wouldn’t have had any chance to resist—I’d have turned to ash right away." After a moment of shock, he recalled the dragon’s roar that had saved him. "Who helped me? Someone capable of interrupting the Magician’s Eye King must have been at the master level. I remember Guan Ya or Fu Qingyang mentioning that there was a senior monk from Songhai University. "The wind and the dragon’s roar—though I don’t know what profession the senior monk holds, I’m certain it’s not a fire specialist." At that moment, a sharp chime rang out from his pocket. It was time to finally replace this broken bell… Zhang Yuanqing’s heart instantly stilled. He pulled out his phone, and the caller ID read: Fu Qingyang! He quickly answered, and the voice of the Fu family’s son, now "That means..." Zhang Yuanqing's mind stirred. "Was it the centurion who informed him?" Fu Qingyang nodded softly, not at all boastful, and changed the subject. "Have you revealed your identity?" "Yes..." Zhang Yuanqing replied, weary. He had definitely been noticed by the King of the Magic Eye during his night-walking escape, and it was only a matter of time before anyone—especially someone with a keen imagination—figured out he was a student from Songhai University. Fu Qingyang paused thoughtfully. "Your student records were already destroyed when you joined the Five Elements Alliance, classified as confidential. It would have been difficult for the King of the Magic Eye to trace your home address through that channel. Have you ever disclosed your address to your classmates?" Zhang Yuanqing recalled, shaking his head. "No." Even if the King of the Magic Eye knew he was a student from Songhai University, he still didn't know that I was Zhang Yuanqing. And there would be no record of me in the university's archives. As long as I don't go to school anymore, the Mago-Eye will have a hard time finding me in the short term—but that's still not a sustainable solution, hey, what a pain. Zhang Yuanqing felt a surge of annoyance. It was Li Xianzong who had initially come after him, and he had only killed Li Xianzong through his own strength—the Mago-Eye is treating him like a junior, acting blatantly ungracious. No, actually, the blame should fall on the Master of the Stop-Killing Palace. The Mago-Eye came to Songhai specifically to eliminate her, and he was merely a secondary beneficiary. Without the Master of the Stop-Killing Palace drawing attention and creating opportunities, the Mago-Eye, a true titan, wouldn't have traveled all the way to Songhai just to pursue a mere minor figure. What a nuisance—this woman. Fu Qingyang said: "You've already been caught by the Mago-Eye. Given his usual style, I expect he'll reach your home within a week. I'll urge the elders to act swiftly and bring him in for handling." Within a week reaching my home... Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill. Fu Qingyang pondered, "Then you'll be in danger. My plan is to shield your aura so that the Mage's Eye can't detect you. If you're a Saint Realm Night-Wanderer, you might manage it—currently, however, you'll have to rely on props. These props are relatively rare, and the inventory at the Songhai Branch doesn't have any. I'll request similar props from headquarters for you, should they be available." A brilliant golden light erupted, performing a purification process on his body. Two faint golden glimmers flashed briefly in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes. Under the cleansing force, his mind became exceptionally clear, and suddenly, a name surfaced—Bill Tarantino. This overseas trader, a specialist in the realm of the Void, must have a substantial inventory when he comes to Songhai. Ling Jun once mentioned that the merchant guild's stock is the most diverse among all major organizations of spiritual travelers across the world. He could ask Fu Qingyang to purchase items that shield one's aura—though this would put the captain of the hundred into a defensive position during subsequent negotiations. Moreover, if the branch purchases the items, they belong to the organization, and he could only borrow them. A single item capable of shielding one's aura is definitely worth acquiring. Even if he no longer needs it, he can sell it back to the Songhai branch. Perhaps it's better for him to personally seek out Mr. Tarantino himself. Though this would make Mr. Tarantino aware that he is a spiritual traveler. But Zhang Yuanqing felt that Mr. Bill must have anticipated this, after all, injuries treatable only with blue pills were mostly related to the spiritual realm travelers. Both Void and Desire are lawful professions, and in line with Mr. Bill’s philosophy of traveling the world, with his extensive network and standing, he undoubtedly had many friends. To him, I was just one among many. So it wouldn’t be a problem if he knew my identity as a spiritual realm traveler—well, but my spiritual realm ID must remain confidential, as Master Yuanshǐ’s status and reputation in Songhai are truly exceptional. "Perhaps there was a moment of silence on that end, and then Anne finally remembered this person, her expression warm and enthusiastic: 'May I ask what brings you here?' 'I would like to purchase something from Mr. Bill.' 'You've decided to spend one million to acquire information about the population using the pills?' Anne asked, clearly surprised. 'You're just daydreaming!' Zhang Yuanqing neither confirmed nor denied, speaking calmly. 'I would like to meet with Mr. Bill right now—would that be convenient for you?' 'Of course!' Anne readily agreed. 'Shall I send a driver to pick you up?' 'No, thank you.'