Zhang Yuanqing is now a 4th-level Saint. Most premium items are unusable, and most critically, his little red hat is among them. The little red hat contains both his shadow body and Lady Yin Yao. A night-wanderer saint who loses both his shadow body and spiritual attendant is effectively cutting off his own arms. Therefore, he must first restore his level to 5, which would exponentially boost his combat power. Thus, he must complete side quests to rescue Wang Xiu. "Where's the Ministry of Justice?" Red Chicken Brother asked loudly as he leaped across the roof tiles. Zhang Yuanqing had just been about to say, "Cut the chatter, follow me," when he suddenly saw Red Chicken Brother charging ahead, staggering slightly as if he had collided with something. At the same time, a sharp short knife protruded from his back, its blade glistening with fresh blood. Red Chicken Brother had collided with a woman dressed in a black-and-white Taiji fish robe who had appeared silently in front of him, piercing through his heart with the tip of the knife. A night-wanderer saint? Zhang Yuan's pupils constricted, then he erupted into rage, drawing out a short knife. A bright yellow hue flared at the center of his forehead, swiftly spreading to outline a face with wide, blazing eyes and an angry expression. Yellow face: +20% to all attributes. Zhang Yuan's muscles suddenly swelled, his speed enhanced, and he swiftly launched the knife. The graceful, yet expressionless and cold woman drew her short knife and dissolved into starlight. Though his blade missed, Zhang Yuan held back his urge to pursue, gripping Red Chicken Brother's arms and carrying him, continuing to rush forward. With only a few seconds of delay, the swordsmen of Shen Rui had closed in, their sword energy slicing through the air from ten meters away. Arrows rained down from behind. With his attributes now significantly boosted, Zhang Yuan skillfully maneuvered to evade the sword strikes, roaring, "Are you still alive? If you're not dead, hold onto me tightly!" He felt blood spilling from Red Chicken Brother's chest, warm and wetting his back. "Hurry up, I'm dying!" Red Chicken groaned weakly. "You night-wanderers are truly dogs!" To be honest, this was the first time he'd ever been attacked by a night-wanderer. In the real world, night-wanderers are rare, mostly concentrated in the Taimei Gate, which is an official organization and generally doesn't clash with him. "Night-wanderers accompanied by ghost servants and spirit attendants are even worse." As Red Chicken clutched his neck tightly, Zhang Yuanqing pulled out the Wind-Bringer gloves and, amid the rushing wind, rose into the air. Wind travel was the best way to evade the female star official's attack. Wearing a Taiji Fish robe, he must have been a disciple of the Master. That would mean the Master specialized in the night-wanderer spiritual power, while also studying the scholar path. Zhang Yuanqing ascended higher and higher, the wind roaring around him. He changed course and flew toward the Ministry of Justice's office. During this flight, he drew out a vial of Life Source Liquid, injected it into the vein of Red Chicken's arm, and then retrieved the Mountain God's staff, activating the gem at the staff's head With dual efforts, Red Chicken Brother's heart rapidly stopped bleeding and began healing, yet still not fully recovered. On the streets, the city defense troops swiftly changed direction and continued their pursuit, while several military commanders abandoned their carriages, removed their armor, and joined the three saints of Shen Rui Army, leaping across rooftops to pursue. One young woman in a Taoist robe, however, held her head high, her face expressionless, gazing upward at the sky without moving to join the chase. Zhang Yuanqing rose on the wind, looking down with a clear view of the bustling capital. The streets stretched out in orderly patterns, with pavilions and houses neatly arranged, people flowing continuously, and carriages moving steadily. At the same time, he noticed several city defense units rushing toward "Hong Xiu Hall," only to spot his aerial flight and immediately turn around to pursue him on foot. Indeed, the city defense forces had already planned ahead—the longer I stayed at Hong Xiu Hall, the more dangerous it became. Zhang Yuanqing then drew out another tube of life source liquid and injected it into Red Chicken Brother's arm. Originally intending to sneak into the Ministry of Justice to rescue her, now with the situation as it is, he can only make a bold break-through. Fortunately, in this era, the number of dominant figures is scarce; otherwise, such a bold move would have already seen him struck down by an arrow. As he thought this, Zhang Yuanqing instinctively turned his head toward the towering Tianji Building. He was deeply afraid that the Patriarch might suddenly emerge, sweeping him off his feet with a single palm, leaving him completely immobile and unable to speak. Besides the Patriarch, he also feared the six-tiered saints of the court, especially those of the Imperial Guard Bureau. Compared to the city defense forces, the Imperial Guard, serving directly as the emperor’s personal bodyguards, truly boasted an elite cadre. The Imperial Guard resided frequently within the palace, and as this is the inner city, it would take time for them to arrive. Therefore, he needed to quickly rescue Wang Xiuu and then rehide himself—once the elite guards of the Imperial Guard arrived, he would be in serious danger. Zhang Yuanqing swiftly calculated these points in his mind. Soon, a series of buildings with a uniform style appeared ahead—wide, straight gables, Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the enemy troops far off, rode the rushing wind down, and entered the Ministry of Justice, landing at its rear. The prison must not be located in the front or central courtyards of the Ministry. Before the Ministry's elite could react, Zhang Yuanqing seized a middle-aged official dressed in blue court robes, pressed his neck, and asked, "Where are the three hundred young boys and girls being held?" The official cried out loudly, "Help! Help! There's a thief who has...!" Well, good luck with that—don't forget to adapt to the situation when you respawn. Zhang Yuanqing snapped the official's neck with a crisp sound, black, viscous energy welling up in his eyes. In a single breath, he absorbed the official's spiritual essence. Ordinary human spirits don't require immersive experiences; Zhang instantly digested and absorbed fragments of memory, then turned to Hong Ji and said, "Hold on a moment, I'll go rescue the others." Huangji Ge hadn't expected the Prime Immortal to come to the Ministry of Justice to save someone—he thought the most urgent matter at hand was to get out. But since it was the Prime Immortal's decision, he would unconditionally trust and follow him. Because the other one was clearly intelligent. So he nodded and said, "You hurry up—I don't know how long I can hold on." Then he launched fireballs in all directions and shouted, "On fire! On fire! Wait—no, it's flooding! It's flooding!" Hearing the commotion, the officials and clerks working in the office rushed out the doors, only to find the flames raging. Just as they began organizing to put out the fire, they saw Huangji Ge setting fires all over the place, and were furious, shouting, "The rogue is setting the buildings on fire! The rogue is setting the buildings on fire!" Huangji Ge brushed past, shouting defiantly, "Come and arrest me! Come and arrest me!" Amid the chaos, Zhang Yuancheng faded into the background and sprinted westward. The Ministry of Justice had two large prisons—one for ordinary offenders—located on the western side. A facility for housing practitioners located beneath the northern (rear) section. The young boys and girls were temporarily housed in the western cellars. After passing through several pavilions and leaping over several high walls, Zhang Yuanqing spotted a square block building constructed of gray bricks, without a roof ridge, but featuring square glazed windows. According to the memory of the middle-aged official, he hurried directly toward the third gray-brick block building on the left. As he approached, he heard a commotion of crying and cursing. With one foot, he kicked open the iron gate, and the chains snapped instantly. He rushed inside, scanning the room and saw that the side chambers, enclosed by wooden fences, were filled with young children—some crying loudly, others huddled against the walls, and some visibly ill, coughing violently. A guard waved his whip at the fence, scolding the children: "Crying every day, crying every day—my head's going to burst from all this crying! Keep it up, and I'll whip you to death!" Another guard was seated in the rest area directly facing the entrance, drinking wine. Two children, around ten years old, were cleaning up nearby, occasionally shyly glancing up at the guard. It wasn't until Zhang Yuanqing entered that the guard became aware of him, shouting angrily and drawing his knife: "Who dares to intrude upon the Criminal Department's prison!" As soon as he spoke, a sudden gust of wind blew, and the guard's head rolled to the ground, his carotid artery gushing out a fountain of blood three to four meters high, staining the ceiling red. The guards deep within the dungeon reacted in alarm, clutching their swords at their waists, retreating step by step, calling out, "You—you... please, go ahead..." Their heads soon followed, rolling to the floor. After using the military general's facial pattern, Zhang Yuanqing became more irritable and extreme, even more decisive in his actions. Amidst the children's cries, Zhang Yuanqing suppressed his urge to destroy everything around him, and in the midst of the children, he found Wang Xiu, who was sitting hunched against the wall, knees drawn up, face streaked with tears. She sat there quietly, small and still. Zhang Yuanqing immediately snapped the chain, stepped over the crowd of children, and lifted Wang Xiu. Wang Xiu instinctively screamed, "Xiu will be good, don't hit me, don't hit me..." Wang Xiu was a timid girl, and these past two days she must have been terrified. Upon seeing that it was Zhang Yuanqing who was holding her, she burst into tears, "Uncle, uncle..." Zhang Yuanqing frowned and scolded, "Stop crying!" And indeed, Wang Xiu grew silent, trembling. Zhang Yuanqing then produced the mountain deity's staff, held it single-handedly, and firmly struck the ground, sending out a gentle, pure green light that spread throughout the dungeon, encompassing all the children. The children's cries grew strong and steady, and the sick children's faces gradually turned rosy. They were all dead from the shock... Zhang Yuanqing carried Wang Xiu, quickly making his way out. As he stepped out of the prison, he donned the Wind-Walker gloves and rode the wind out of the Ministry of Justice. At the very moment he passed through the Ministry's outer walls, a spiritual realm notification sounded in his ears: 【Ping! Congratulations! You have successfully completed A "nebula" emerges at the center of his brow, powerful Yin and stellar energies flowing into his body, restoring Zhang Yuanqing to the 5th level of the Sage Realm. Some of the items in his inventory unfold further, including the Little Red Cap. Additionally, his two 5th-level spirit servants residing within him regain their connection with their master—except for the small, cheerful one. Zhang Yuanqing has not maintained any 4th-level spirit servants, as their utility is significantly lower compared to the more versatile Yin corpses, which can serve as expendable units or frontline shields. Spirit servants are also particularly vulnerable to being countered by other Night Wanderers of the same profession. In contrast, Yin corpses are not suppressed by the "Siphon Spirit" skill; the "Seal Corpse" technique may weaken or briefly immobilize them, but never destroy them. Thus, in Zhang Yuanqing's view, spirit servants are only valuable if they are strong; weaker ones offer little significance. Outside the relatively quiet Xingbu Street, Zhang Yuanqing opens his inventory, retrieves the Little Red Cap, removes a fourth-level Yin corpse, and commands it to carry Wang Xiu, swiftly fleeing. He himself then rides the wind, returning to The various halls of the Ministry of Justice were shrouded in black smoke, the flames having been extinguished by the water spirits. Three saints were now surrounding Red Rooster. The latter, relying on his "Fury" ability and some props, managed to hold his ground. As the Saint of the Beast, the Saint of Pestilence, and the Saint of Dreams, Zhang Yuanqing identified their roles and then raised his head, emitting a sharp cry. A mental assault! Except for the Saint of Dreams, the Saint of the Beast, the Saint of Pestilence, and Red Rooster all experienced a ringing sensation in their ears, their heads pounding with intense pain, warm blood gushing from their nasal passages. Zhang Yuanqing dissolved into starlight and materialized beside the Saint of Dreams, his hands—wearing gloves of the Wind Saint—clenched into fists and launching a swift series of attacks. Though the Saint of Dreams was skilled in combat, his close-range capabilities could not match those of the Star Official. After several desperate parries, he was finally opened up, subjected to a barrage of powerful attacks, and fell dead on the spot. During the battle, the Saint of Dreams attempted to escape through dream-jumping, only to Instead, the Red Chicken Brother and the other two Saints once again endured the pain of steel needles piercing through their skulls. At that moment, a noisy commotion of footsteps came from the distance—large reinforcements arrived, the city's garrison came on the scene. On the other side, three Saints from the Divine Sharp Army, confident in their skills, also broke through to the Department of Justice to pursue their enemies. Together, these two groups brought nearly ten Saints. "Damn it! The enemy is growing stronger—go first, don't wait for me!" the Red Chicken Brother exclaimed. "I'll just pray for a chance to weave around and maybe survive." Zhang Yuanqing replied, "You're the one who should go. You have five minutes—how far you can run, that's how far you go." The Red Chicken Brother was taken aback. "Then how will you find me?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing agreed, "That makes sense." Then he summoned the Red Dance Shoes and issued the command to pursue and hunt down the Red Chicken Brother. "Damn you, old sixth!" the Red Chicken Brother turned and sprinted off, while the Red Dance Shoes followed with steady, rhythmic footsteps. The attack of the Red Dance Shoes is deadly to the extraordinary, but not so much to the Saints—though being kicked all night is another matter entirely. Zhang Yuanqing can locate Red Chicken Brother by sensing the connection between the props and their owners. "O昏君, perish!" The Fire Demon of Shen Rui Army, impetuous and fiery, hurled a fire ball at him, then activated the Fire Element to close the distance, spewing a surge of flame from his palm that coalesced into a long, crimson blade. Suddenly, his expression changed—seeming to witness something terrifying—and he wildly waved the blade, slashing at the air around him. Zhang Yuanqing donned the Hou Tu boots, activated the prop's effect, and delivered a powerful, forceful kick straight into the heart of the Fire Demon. The illusion shattered! The Fire Demon retched, spitting out three measures of blood, and flew backward like a cannonball, severely wounded and unable to rise. The two Saints of Shen Rui Army, the officers of the City Garrison, the Saint of the Ministry of Justice, and the armored soldiers alike, all halted in their tracks. Zhang Yuanqing took out the little red hat, gently shook it, and four spectral corpses landed at his feet. As he exhaled, he summoned two spiritual attendants. Instantly, the ambient阴energy surged dramatically.