Why is Ou Xiangrong appearing at Songhai University? And why is he with Xu Yingying together? How could he possibly be showing up there when he’s under official pursuit—the very person being hunted—so bold, or does he have a serious issue going on? Zhang Yuanqing felt his body tense, stopped walking, and said to his classmates: “First, you go ahead. I’ll make a call.” Call someone first… Then walk over and talk. He stepped to the roadside, pulled out his Smartphone, and dialed Li Dongze’s number. “Your line is currently off.” The voicemail message indicated that the phone was powered down. He then tried Guan Ya’s phone—also dead. What if she's meeting with someone? What if she’s already embedded in the area near Songhai University, working quietly behind the scenes? Zhang Yuanqing went through a series of mental scenarios. If it were the latter, then he might not be involved at all. But if Guan Ya was attending a meeting and unreachable—then Ou Xiangrong, as an official target, couldn’t stay long at Songhai University. Missing this moment would have been such a waste. With that thought in mind, Zhang Yuanqing opened his contact list and dialed Wang Tai’s number. Thanks to his social habits, he’d already saved Wang Tai’s phone number—though the man spoke little, rarely engaged, and every time Zhang Yuanqing approached him, he'd just give that expression of “just go away, don’t bother me.” “What’s up?” Wang Tai’s flat voice came through the speaker. “I saw Ou Xiangrong—he's the one who killed Zhao Yingjun. You know about that case, right?” “Oh yes—I understand—but why are you calling me? You should’ve reached out to the Chief instead.” Wang Tai remained as calm and composed as ever. You wouldn’t say “wow, impressive” or something like that—what a quiet guy! Zhang Yuanqing thought while speaking: “The Chief can’t reach either Guan Ya or Lao Si Ji.” “Who is Lao Si Ji?” “That’s not the point,” Zhang Yuanqing explained briefly. “Can you connect with any other small teams’ Realm Walkers?” “Yes…” Wang Tai typed rapidly on his keyboard. “I’ve pulled up Zhao Yingjun’s case files—he maintained a large number of female students, one of whom is from your university—Xu Yingying. Based on what you told me, I suspect he wants to find leverage among the women close to him.” Ah—the financial backer for Xu Yingying was Zhao Yingjun! That explained why an officer had come to visit yesterday. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly understood. Wang Tai continued: “Ou Xiangrong is a Level 3 Enchantment Demon, carrying evil energy. He sustained serious injuries during the recent siege, which has reduced his danger level significantly—but still, he’s not someone you can easily overcome. I’ve analyzed this and recommend that you stay vigilant, wait for official reinforcements, and use your Night Wanderer skill to disrupt him occasionally. But avoid direct combat—otherwise, you’ll be in serious danger.” Even if he doesn’t talk much, Wang Tai is quite reliable at handling things. Zhang Yuanqing pretended to enjoy the scenery, and quietly followed Ou Xiangrong and Xu Yingying from a distance. “Can’t reach the Chief or Guan Ya? Does that mean they’re stationed near Songhai University?” Zhang Yuanqing asked with growing anticipation. “No,” Wang Tai replied. “Xu Yingying is just an ordinary student—no real value. As for Ou Xiangrong… he’s starting to lose his mental stability.” He paused, then added: “Your fellow student is definitely going to meet a tragic end.” With such cruelty, he wouldn’t leave her alive at all. At that moment, Zhang Yuanqing saw Ou Xiangrong gently holding Xu Yingying as they entered the underground parking garage of the main building. They disappeared from view down the steep incline. “They’ve gone into the garage. I’ll stop here—get in touch with other teams quickly.” Without waiting for a response, Zhang Yuanqing hung up. The area is quiet and secluded—the same way as before, using pedestrians to shield him wouldn’t work now. If he entered the garage now, he’d definitely be noticed. Zhang Yuanqing paused thoughtfully, then removed his backpack from his shoulders and placed it on the greenery by the roadside. Then, activating the Power of the Moon within himself, a shimmering black mist burst forth—expanding with a sound like “pop”—and effectively erased his form. Now in Night Wanderer state, he sprinted straight into the underground garage. With the Divine Object and Night Wanderer skill, even if he couldn’t defeat Ou Xiangrong, escape would be manageable. So it was worth taking this risk. Xu Yingying might have been ambitious and financially driven—but she was still a living person. Zhang Yuanqing didn’t intend to leave her behind in such circumstances. And with Ou Xiangrong—so clearly unstable—he wanted to resolve the matter early, before things escalated further. He didn’t need to hide his footsteps because Night Wanderer mode could mask not only sounds but also heat emissions from his body. Just as he entered the garage, he heard Xu Yingying’s voice trembling with emotion: “I… I don’t know where you’re looking for—when I followed Zhao Yingjun, it was just for the money—he gave me twenty thousand per month—and I’d been dating him ever since.” Twenty thousand? Before I got a permanent position, my monthly salary was only twenty thousand. You must be doing something truly impressive! Zhang Yuanqing turned and saw Xu Yingying standing near the back of a black sedan—her face pale with fear—as Ou Xiangrong held a knife at his side. “Don’t tell me you don’t know!” Ou Xiangrong’s voice rose in angry, nervous intensity. “I’ve given you one last chance—did Zhao Yingjun ever share any information about the Skill or the Documentation?” “I… I really have no idea what you’re talking about…” Xu Yingying’s eyes were red with tears rolling down her cheeks. Ou Xiangrong paused for a few seconds, then sighed deeply. The sound echoed through the garage. His pupils lit up in bright crimson; his expression grew fierce and wild as he murmured: “Give me an opportunity—you’ve failed to make use of it! You’ve failed to make use of it!” Ou Xiangrong used his calloused hands to grip Xu Yingying’s slender neck, lifting her high. Her face turned flushed, then purple; her legs kicked wildly as her eyes rolled back. With a satisfied growl, he lifted the knife and pressed its tip against her chest. Just as he prepared to plunge it into her heart, his Enchantment Demon instincts sent an urgent signal—his arms’ hairs suddenly stood on end. There was no one nearby. No movement or disturbance whatsoever. Yet he felt a deep, internal chill—a sense of imminent danger approaching him, enveloping him. Realm Walker! An experienced Enchantment Demon instantly recognized this as an attack from a Realm Walker. With his hands still gripping Xu Yingying’s neck, he used instinct to push her hard into the rear—then released her with force. Crash! Xu Yingying landed heavily on the ground and rolled several meters before losing consciousness. Seeing that the attacker wasn’t going to save this woman, Ou Xiangrong stepped back in a series of quick movements while simultaneously swinging his Liu Ren blade forward. The sharp blade sliced through the air with a brilliant arc—the sound “clink” rang out vividly, spilling bright sparks into the space ahead. He had struck the weapon of the opponent. Feeling the impact, he sensed the precise location of the attacker and immediately tensed his leg muscles—his body rising like a spring—and launched himself forward with a powerful knee strike. The sound was deep and solid—the blow landed firmly on Ou Xiangrong’s knees—accompanied by a low grunt from the attacker. Then, in mid-air, a young university student emerged—one wearing sports pants and a baseball jersey, handsome features, bright spirit, holding a yellow copper staff about half-arm length long. “Night Wanderer?” Ou Xiangrong instantly understood—the reason for the swift, sudden attack last night—and why that near-death siege had originated from this very person. In his current disoriented state, he saw not just surprise but also anger and strong determination—directed at this Night Wanderer in front of him. Holding the Liu Ren blade high, Ou Xiangrong leaped into the air with powerful force—he soared over more than ten meters, then charged down to strike the still-rolling student with fierce intensity. His movements were so powerful it felt as though he had transformed into a living dragon. Witnessing this, Zhang Yuanqing nearly shouted: “Sorry for disturbing you—please spare my life!” Instead of trying to rise, he continued rolling along with his momentum, simultaneously drawing on the Power of the Moon and re-entering Night Wanderer mode. His form suddenly vanished from Ou Xiangrong’s sight—the Enchantment Demon lost his immediate target. After surviving that attack, Zhang Yuanqing leaned against the side of a white car, breathing heavily. That knee strike had nearly stopped his heart. “Ow—I’m really hurting!” The pain in his chest made him pale; each breath felt difficult—though thanks to the strength and self-recovery capacity of a Night Wanderer, these injuries would heal quickly. Yet through this encounter, Zhang Yuanqing clearly recognized the gap between their two levels of capability. Ou Xiangrong possessed keen intuition and rich combat experience, and his physical power was exceptional—he seemed to be especially skilled in close-range fighting. Then he heard a sound—“thump”—as Ou Xiangrong leaped onto the roof of another black sedan several meters away. Ou Xiangrong scanned the underground garage with sharp, cold eyes: “The Night Wanderer from Taiyi Gate should not be at Songhai University. Are you the Night Wanderer from the Five Elements Alliance?” “Hmph—only a Level 1 Night Wanderer! You dare to attack me? Let me think… A Level 1 Night Wanderer can remain invisible for no more than twenty seconds. How long can you keep hiding?” Ou Xiangrong was certain that the opponent was at Level 1. If it were Level 2, he would have gained an advantage in their interaction earlier. And if it were Level 3—then now, it would be him who needed to flee. His current condition—severely injured and weakened—made it impossible for him to match a peer-level Night Wanderer. After all, both Night Wanderers and Enchantment Demons are among the top-tier professionals. Twenty seconds? You’re way too generous—I’ll only manage ten… Zhang Yuanqing crouched beside the tire of another vehicle, holding his breath. “This guy is impressive—especially that he hasn’t yet activated his Enchantment Demon abilities. Let me recall the official forum reports on Enchantment Demons.” In the superhuman realm, such an evil organization possesses strong offensive capabilities—they enter a frenzied state after killing someone and become even more aggressive in combat. Additionally, during battles, they can mark their opponent using special techniques—ensuring that even if the victim escapes, they will relentlessly pursue them. Finally—the core ability of the superhuman realm: Enchantment! This is a mental control skill—activated proactively—and combined with powerful close-range fighting—it’s nearly unbeatable. At precisely ten seconds, Zhang Yuanqing's form emerged clearly. Then—a sharp crackling sound—like wind rushing past his ears—Zhang Yuanqing felt alert instantly; he knew the attack had arrived—he didn’t dare to look up and immediately rolled forward again into invisibility. Crash! The white sedan’s body bore a deep dent from a powerful leg swing—the alarm sounded sharply. Ou Xiangrong’s gaze remained cold as he surveyed the surroundings, maintaining constant alertness while using words to pressure Zhang Yuanqing: “From your appearance—you’re a student at Songhai University, aren’t you? Do you know that for Realm Walkers, revealing one's identity means danger spreads to one’s entire family? Knowing you're a student, I can take my time—locate you slowly—and then kill you… and finally erase your whole family.” With these words, Ou Xiangrong tightened his grip on the Liu Ren blade—he silently counted down in his mind—waiting for either the young student to reveal himself or to be attacked. Crazy… Zhang Yuanqing felt a deep sense of concern. Though he recognized this as a deliberate tactic, he couldn’t help but feel increasingly irritated—and genuinely afraid now. Zhang Yuanqing hid behind another vehicle’s tail end, his mind racing—planning his next move. “This person has an incredible sense of intuition. If I don’t deliver a decisive killing blow right away, I shouldn’t risk attempting a surprise attack. But I can’t stay hidden forever—I can only maintain my Night Wanderer state twice more before exhaustion forces me to flee—and official personnel won’t arrive that quickly.” “If I let him go, then both I and Grandmother will be in danger.” “The Enchantment Demon’s three abilities—frenzied state, marking, and enchantment—the first one, if he doesn’t kill me immediately, can be ignored. The second—I probably have already been marked, though Night Wanderer mode may shield him from sensing it. The real concern is his close-range combat strength—and the Enchantment skill. Oh—what if it were evening now…” As these thoughts flowed through his mind, Zhang Yuanqing had already formed a strategy: Use the Divine Object as the primary offensive force—with the less important host student acting as support and ready to strike at the right moment. This would be an excellent opportunity to test the performance of this rule-type prop. “Bang!” Ou Xiangrong leaped again onto the roof, now overlooking the underground garage from above. He silently counted the time, waiting for the enemy to emerge from the Night Wanderer state. Suddenly, he heard an eerie footfall sound coming from behind him. This unexpected footsteps echoed through the vast, empty warehouse, sending even the experienced Ou Xiangrong on alert—instinctively holding his blade and turning around, adopting a defensive stance. Then, he identified the source of the strange footfalls. There, three meters away from him, stood a pair of fresh Western-style Divine Objects, gently rising and falling in rhythm within the spacious and quiet setting—as though someone invisible were wearing them and doing spot steps in place. This scene was so haunting that it could send an ordinary person staggering, trembling, or even screaming out loud. A supernatural Prop? At the very moment Ou Xiangrong saw the Divine Object, a message appeared in his line of sight: 【Would you like to dance with me? If so, please keep stepping in place.】