Zhang Yuanqing's gaze followed the orange cat, watching it swiftly arrive at the villa's entrance and slide through the gap in the iron gate, vanishing behind the wall's shade. A few seconds later, one by one, trees pushed their heads out from the walls, growing rapidly to reach two stories tall. Blossoms hung at the corners of the walls and along tree branches, blooming brilliantly—within moments, the villa and its courtyard transformed into a vibrant garden. Guan Ya stepped closer and whispered: "Hold the detox pills in your mouth until you enter; otherwise, it will be too late." Zhang Yuanqing glanced around at his fellow companions and noticed that each of them had quietly pulled out the specially prepared pills from the Baihua Association and held them in their mouths. He then turned to Guan Ya, who also held one—her left cheek bulging slightly with a bright, fresh face that now appeared especially endearing and cute. She still wore her white shirt, black stockings, and skirt dress; long, smooth legs were secured with two gun holsters, the skirt’s zipper opening all the way to just below her thighs—a design that enabled easy movement and made it effortless for her to execute a spinning kick if she so wished. Of course, Zhang Yuanqing suspected she must have been wearing underpants beneath, but he couldn’t verify this by lifting her skirts, so there was no concrete proof. "Will these pills protect against the Wu Gu Master's poison?" he asked as he tucked the fragrant pill into his mouth. "Definitely not," Guan Ya said seriously, no longer smiling consistently: "The Wu Gu Master’s poison is rarely so easily subdued—it can only mitigate its effects and prevent life-threatening consequences." "The Night Wandering Deity has strong vitality—you should be most at ease concerning that." Zhang Yuanqing nodded, scanning his companions. Among the fifteen Realm Walkers, there were five captains, himself and Lao Si Ji, eight others—two Water Spirits, two Fire Masters, two Earth Oddities, two Wood Demons. The occupational distribution was even, aiming to ensure no weaknesses. Moreover, all these members were Level 2 Realm Walkers; Level 1 Realm Walkers had no eligibility to participate in the operation. Level 1 Orderly Professions were likely little more than chickens when facing Level 3 Evil Organizations at full maturity. At that moment, the plants and trees ceased growing. Green Vine, the Captain, spoke softly: "Proceed!" The fifteen Realm Walkers moved quietly through the quiet neighborhood streets, swiftly advancing toward the villa. Near the villa’s entrance, the Green Vine Captain slowed down; Da Ji Ba, accompanied by two robust Fire Masters, approached and grasped the door lock of the villa, applying silent strength. A gentle red glow appeared, followed by bright molten iron drops landing softly on the ground. Three Fire Masters stepped back, while Tang Guoqiang, leading two Earth Oddities, advanced first into the courtyard. As a shield formation, then a line of fighters—Zhang Yuanqing immediately thought this, and indeed, Da Ji Ba led the two Fire Masters close behind the three Earth Oddities. Then came the mages, followed by the Healer—the Healing Artisan! Zhang Yuanqing silently imagined. The Water Spirits and Wood Demons entered next. And yet, the scouts were no better than healers—Zhang Yuanqing glanced back at the Chief and Guan Ya, noticing their unusual expressions. Li Dongze held his walking stick steadily, maintaining grace, and said softly: "Our scouts must remain behind, coordinating from the rear and observing all surrounding movements." Chief, you don’t need to force your prestige! Zhang Yuanqing decided to support him with a measured tone: "Understood—visibility will be crucial during the team battle." Li Dongze’s expression stiffened as he recalled that moment of his subordinate's embarrassment. He glanced at the lush vegetation near the wall corner and added, "I'm considering whether I should place you right there." At this point, the official Realm Walkers gathered their hand guns and arrived at the secured front door of the villa’s lobby. Since the villa was protected by a ward, they did not need to spread out and surround the building—given that the enemy was a Level 3 Evil Organization, dispersion might have resulted in casualties; thus, everyone chose to break through from the main entrance. Tang Guoqiang pressed his hand against the lock, and the wall behind it began rapidly sanding down, flakes cascading like snow. He did not enter immediately but turned to Zhang Yuanqing. Night was the Night Wandering Deity’s domain—where visibility vanished, the Night Wandering Deity moved with effortless ease. Zhang Yuanqing instantly understood and disappeared from view under everyone's gaze. He swiftly entered through the foyer, deliberately rotating and leaping to avoid any potential ambushes—the posture was elegant; in his night-wandering state, he could effectively mask all sounds. Standing at the junction between the foyer and the living room, Zhang Yuanqing scanned the spacious living area with a steady gaze. The villa’s living room was wide and open—central seating areas featured sofas and coffee tables on one side, an open kitchen and dining table on the left, and stairs leading upward to the second floor on the right. The ceiling soared high, and the villa’s internal layout formed a “return”-shaped plan—the second-floor balcony offered a panoramic view of the first-floor living room. After advancing to Level 2, his night-wandering duration extended to thirty seconds—though still insufficient for a detailed inspection of the living room, Zhang Yuanqing initially concluded there was no immediate danger and then stepped back into the official group’s field of sight. "The first floor is clear," he murmured. "As for the second floor, we don’t yet know." Tang Guoqiang promptly responded: "Proceed!" He moved forward first; the others followed with well-practiced coordination and order. Upon entering the dark living room, a sharp “crack” sound rang out—the crystal chandelier suspended above the ceiling brightened instantly, casting light over both the interior of the villa and the official Realm Walkers who had just entered. The official team was momentarily startled. A medium-height man appeared on the second-floor balcony—slender-faced with a sharp jawline and narrow eyes set like a sword; this was precisely the person known as Unimpeded. This Wu Gu Master, holding his arms against the railing, looked down at the official group with a mocking smile: "Fifteen Orderly Realm Walkers—ah, you truly hold me in high regard. To capture me, you’ve all gathered here—well, I suppose who's the hunter and who’s the hunted might be hard to define..." Before he could finish speaking, Guan Ya raised her two guns and fired. The first bullet sank deep into the second-floor wall; the second bullet anticipated his rolling motion and struck him cleanly, producing a crisp metallic sound. Unimpeded pressed against the wall, firmly completing his speech with a hearty laugh: "I love adventure—I enjoy breaking rules. To defeat fifteen Orderly Professions in reputation is worth the risk—enjoy my prepared feast of slaughter!" The ceiling above exploded, showering everyone with cascades of glass fragments. The spacious living room plunged back into darkness. Amid the crashing sound of glass, Zhang Yuanqing heard a faint, steady “hum”—light and dense, like countless mosquitoes fluttering their wings. Immediately after, Li Dongze issued an alert: "Overhead!" Da Ji Ba and the two Fire Masters took deep breaths, inflating their cheeks, then exhaled powerfully—"Hoo!"—a surge of flames immediately flared, illuminating the dark living room. Dancing sparks cascaded down like rain; a sharp, acrid smell filled the air. These falling black specks were insects of various kinds—some with prominent mouthparts, others resembling grasshoppers, some large enough to cover a palm-sized area—many species remained unidentifiable. They shared one common trait: vivid colors. The flames danced and swayed, bringing light but also causing shifting shadows; the lighting was limited in intensity—thus, it was difficult to guarantee against attacks from these insects. Zhang Yuanqing’s eyes lit up as he crouched down and moved toward the open kitchen, flipping on the lights there. Such a large living room could not rely solely on one chandelier for illumination. "Excellent!" Bai Long, holding his black long sword, exhaled in relief: "We broke the water faucet—now we need water." Zhang Yuanqing immediately punched through the faucet—the surprise was that no powerful jet of water erupted; instead, thick streams surged out from the broken pipe, as though alive, flowing gracefully upward. The stream swept over the floor, past the sofas, and through every corner of the living room—carrying with it a variety of insects—and finally coalesced into a single, large water sphere suspended midair, within which countless insect bodies floated, being carried along and gently bobbing. Bai Long spread his palms wide and then slammed them together. "Boom!" The water sphere burst; droplets mixed with the insect corpses splashed across every surface of the room. What a brilliant display—Zhang Yuanqing sincerely admired, thinking how much more impressive it was for a mage compared to himself. If it were his own turn under these circumstances, he would have simply opted to retreat. After all, at the Elevated Stage, the Night Wandering Deity’s role is that of an assassin. At this moment, Li Dongze suddenly raised his head, sensing a rapidly expanding threat from the second floor and immediately called out: "There's danger on the second floor—four forces!" The official team felt their spirits sink; experienced members finally confirmed one thing—their positions had been ambushed. From Unimpeded’s tone of voice, from his demeanor, and from his prepared responses, it was evident that he had anticipated this capture operation. They were now being set up—like a trap. Though Zhang Yuanqing lacked experience, he wasn’t foolish—he glanced at the faces of his companions who looked serious yet silent, suppressing his growing doubts. Now was not the time to dwell on such matters. A steady "thud-thud" sound echoed through the quiet environment—the shape of a tall humanoid monster emerged at the railing. Its appearance was extremely unattractive—featuring insect-like sharp mandibles, a flat nose, amber-colored eyes, standing two meters tall with a deep brown body adorned in a layered armor made of keratin plates resembling sturdy armor. Its nails were black and pointed, easily leaving deep grooves on the railing. "Ah, my dear insects," it said—its voice echoing Unimpeded’s: "brave as they have been—they have not died in vain, for they secured ample time for me to prepare—come now, let your fellow companions emerge!" Three such monsters emerged gradually from the three sides of the “return”-shaped corridor. They were: A woman with a body like a spider abdomen—the upper half of her was a delicate, fair-skinned figure, completely bare except for her skin, with plump, rounded fat protruding below her navel; eight sturdy, iron-like legs extended easily into the floor and walls. A robust insect-human—standing upright like a human being, featuring thick muscle groups in both abdomen and chest, bent knees, strong limbs rich in power, capable of powerful jumps, and with a hard, luminous shell on her back emitting a clear glow. A creature nearly ten meters long—a person-headed snake body—its form coiled around itself, covered in dark green to black scales; it extended its head over the railing, gently flicking out its tongue toward the group below. All three shared one common trait—their eyes brimmed with fury and lacked human rationality. "They are all servants of the Guiyan Judge," Unimpeded said with a smile. "The power of the Fallen Cup is tormenting them—so, in order to survive, they willingly accept my transformation, offering their lives to secure victory through your defeat." Servants of the Guiyan Judge? The same as Ou Xiangrong's servants? Zhang Yuanqing could only mutter with confusion. Green Vine and Tang Guoqiang and others were visibly stunned. "I shall enjoy this moment," Unimpeded declared, opening his fierce mandibles. "Today, every one of you will fall—no one will survive!" ... In Fenghua District, an abandoned factory. Zhang Yuanqing stood at the second floor of the administrative building, observing the convoy surrounding the plant, frowning: "This facility has been abandoned for many years with no human activity—you’re certain that Black Unusual appears here?" Behind him were Ling Jun in a loose, slightly rumpled shirt with messy hair, and an older man wearing a white judo-style robe with a square face. The man frowned, puzzled, "Our eyes on the Baihua Association have detected it—just to be safe, I’ve reviewed the surrounding surveillance footage—and yes, Black Unusual is indeed present." Zhang Yuanqing shot him a cold, skeptical glance: "Could Black Unusual be captured by surveillance?" The man’s expression shifted slightly. Ling Jun lazily rubbed his head and shrugged: "We've been outplayed—Black Unusual deliberately led us here; whether it's the actual person or not remains uncertain—but why bring us here at all?" Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a few seconds, then his stern face suddenly changed: "Ling Jun, follow me." He jumped directly from the second floor. Person_name was startled—rarely had he seen Fu Qingyang so anxious and tense. …