“Find him?” Wang Qian frowned, hesitating: “We haven’t had very deep interactions. I’m not sure I can trust him. Head, you don’t know—right after the conflict between the Xiaohou Family and the Palace Master, he reached out to me and said he wanted to help. That’s highly suspicious…” Their acquaintance was superficial. How could Yuan Shi Tian Zun, a relatively new member of the realm, risk offending the Xiaohou family for such a modest connection? Hearing this, Qingdian Daxing immediately paused. The young woman beside him glanced at Wang Qian and then at Qingdian Daxing, showing genuine interest: “Are you talking about that new recruit who cleared two Rank-level challenges and has been trending on the official Forum?” Wang Qian nodded: “I’m his source.” Qingdian Daxing examined him critically, murmuring in approval. Then she asked: “What do you think, Suzi?” Qingdian Daxing shook her head: “I find such young talent appealing, but I don’t know him well.” After a moment of thought, Qingdian Daxing shared her perspective: “Yuan Shi Tian Zun is relatively young and new—many Realm Walkers in his age group still carry a certain sense of pride. They’re uncomfortable with being dominated or seeing strength used to oppress others. Suzi, send him a message saying your sister has been kidnapped—suspected by the Xiaohou Family—and don’t go into too much detail.” “See how he responds.” Wang Qian nodded: “So I’ll need to go out again?” Qingdian Daxing shook her head: “Just post it here. We’re moving locations now—once you’ve sent the message, we’ll leave.” A young man wearing headphones and a female colleague approached. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Wang Qian pulled out his Smartphone and began typing: “My sister has been kidnapped by people from the Xiaohou Family. The Xiaohou Family isn’t following any rules—they’ve attacked my family—does the official office really do nothing?” He reviewed the message, then glanced at his companions. Qingdian Daxing shook her head: “Young talents generally pride themselves and don’t respond well to pressure. Make it softer—my sister has been kidnapped. She’s just an ordinary person. Help me, save her.” Wang Qian immediately revised the message and sent it. … Zhang Yuanqing dismissed Sheng Lingxi’s repeated questions about whether “her brother was injured” or if “Xiaohou Tianyuan is a complete fool,” and as soon as he hung up, received a notification. “Finally—Wang Qian has sent me a message!” His heart surged with relief; now his disguise ring would finally prove useful. Yet upon seeing that Wang Qian’s message was addressed to “Yuan Shi Tian Zun” rather than to the anonymous number, Zhang Yuanqing’s expression darkened instantly. A kidnapping of family members? Could it be that the Xiaohou Family had already taken action against Wang Qian's relatives—treating ordinary people as expendable? That was nothing short of what an Evil Organization would do… He tucked his phone away and left the restroom. At her computer, Guan Ya raised her head, gave him a glance, and smiled warmly: “Less than ten minutes—and now I have a deep, clear understanding of your stamina. What’s wrong?” She suddenly noticed that Yuan Shi Tian Zun’s mood had turned gloomy. Zhang Yuanqing spoke softly: “Wang Qian’s sister has been kidnapped…” He shared the message content with her in detail. Lao Si Ji raised an eyebrow, and Zhang Yuanqing asked for her advice: “Given this situation, what should we do?” His initial reaction was anger—furious at the Xiaohou Family's overreach; his second was skepticism—he questioned whether the incident was genuine; and third, he felt cautious. After a few seconds of thought, Guan Ya frowned and said: “I don’t think this is quite right. The Xiaohou Family may be dominant, but not this far beyond bounds. Ordinary people are indeed less valuable to them, yet here—in Songhai—this level of disregard seems out of place.” “Are you suggesting the information is false? Or that someone else besides the Xiaohou Family is involved?” “No,” she said seriously, “I believe the issue lies in how the Xiaohou Family is treating Zhishake Palace—their response has gone overboard.” “My suggestion: don’t intervene too much. There’s a lot of complexity here. If you must act, pressure them officially—but as an elite member, not a team leader or an organization representative, the Xiaohou Family won’t be afraid of you.” “I can call Fu Bai Fu Chang.” Guan Ya gave a light chuckle: “You don’t know him, I suspect he’ll respond like this: If you believe in procedural justice—gather evidence and come back to me. If your belief lies in results-based justice—you don’t need to come at all.” The Xiaohou Family’s actions are undoubtedly clean—I won’t be able to find any proof, and collecting evidence takes time. Wang Qian’s sister’s current condition is still unclear—the longer we delay, the more dangerous it becomes… And isn’t that precisely what Zhishake Palace has always done? Zhang Yuanqing looked at her: “I’ll go ask.” He turned back into the restroom. Minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing emerged with a look of puzzlement and exclaimed: “You—you woman—what’s your connection to Fu Bai Fu Chang?” Fu Qingyang’s reply was nearly identical to Guan Ya’s. Guan Ya giggled: “You guess?” Zhang Yuanqing remained silent, his face darkened, he picked up his backpack and left in evident displeasure. Outside the police office, he hailed a taxi heading toward Wang Qian’s sister’s home. In the car, closed eyes for several minutes, Zhang Yuanqing formulated a plan: “If we pursue procedural justice—the best approach is to borrow Fu Qingyang’s standard banner from him and press Xiaohou Tianyuan directly. But right now, Shichang isn’t here—I’m going alone. I fear he’ll intervene again—possibly even physically attack me. In that case, I might not be able to contain myself.” “If we follow results-based justice—I can use the Divine Object—the Red Dance Shoes—to locate Wang Qian’s sister and bring her into custody. Then, see how Xiaohou Tianyuan will justify it.” Zhang Yuanqing pulled out his Smartphone and sent a message to Wang Qian: “Understood.” … In the suburban area, an old, modest apartment building. Upon hearing the gentle chime of his phone, Wang Qian smiled brightly and quickly lit up the screen: “He’s replied!” His companions gathered around immediately. “Understood…” Wang Qian read over the message content, his expression now turning disappointed. Three words—neither an acceptance nor a rejection—left him uncertain. Qingdian Daxing sighed: “Let’s change locations first and wait—we’ll see. The fact that he didn’t offer a commitment suggests he’s steady, doesn’t he? At least, he hasn’t disengaged.” Wang Qian nodded in agreement. Tian Di Bu Ren and Qingdian Daxing exchanged glances, silently sighed, and began gathering their things. … In the taxi, Zhang Yuanqing heard a notification sound—opened his phone to find Guan Ya’s message: “I’m his cousin.” Was Guan Ya Fu Qingyang’s cousin? Surprised yet not surprised—he had always sensed Guan Ya’s significance, but now it turned out so coincidental. Not at all—Fu Bai Fu Chang has deliberately placed his cousin under his supervision. That makes perfect sense. And Guan Ya’s deep familiarity with Fu Qingyang, combined with her apparent lack of formal respect, now explained itself. So perhaps Guan Ya’s given name is Fu Ya—at least bearing the surname Fu. At this moment, the taxi stopped outside a residential community. The driver asked: “Scan or cash?” Zhang Yuanqing paid in cash and stepped out into the courtyard of Wang Qian’s sister’s home. Wang Qian’s sister lived in Fenghui District—not in Kangyang District—where infrastructure was solid and the location well-regarded. As a native of Songhai, Zhang Yuanqing could easily assess the property value—at around eighty thousand yuan per square meter. “Knock-knock!” He arrived at the floor where Wang Qian’s sister lived and knocked on the security door. After about ten seconds, footsteps came—paused briefly—and someone observed him through the peephole before turning the handle and opening the door. Inside stood a young man, pale-faced, with visible anxiety and concern. He stared at Zhang Yuanqing as if he were an intruder: “Who are you looking for?” Zhang Yuanqing didn’t answer—he stepped inside, while the young man remained frozen in place. He had been under a spell. In the living room, Zhang Yuanqing surveyed the layout and accurately located the bathroom. He pulled out several strands of long hair from the drain outlet—then, as an added measure, checked the pillow beside the bedroom and found matching hair there. After securing the hair strands, he left Wang Qian’s sister’s home. Outside the residence building, Zhang Yuanqing considered his next move: “First, establish Wang Qian’s sister’s location. If she has been moved to a secret location—then secure her and rescue her. If she is being held at close quarters with Xiaohou Tianyuan, then wait in place and call Fu Qingyang.” With that thought, he scanned a shared bicycle and summoned the Red Dance Shoes at a quiet spot, placing the hair strands inside. Then he cast a spell to conceal its presence. Tik-tik-tik… The Red Dance Shoes danced joyfully around the idle owner before charging ahead with spirited speed. A little slower—too fast! Zhang Yuanqing hurried after it on his bicycle. An hour later, Zhang Yuanqing reached the outskirts of Fenghui District—a place where commercial buildings and residences were fewer, and green spaces and villas more abundant. The Red Dance Shoes moved briskly, stepping confidently and proudly. At the edge of a villa community, facing the gate guard, it entered with an air of unapologetic authority—uttering its own rhythm as though it had no regard for protocol. Thankfully, the gate guard didn’t see it; otherwise, he would have been stepped on. Zhang Yuanqing set his bicycle beside the roadside and surveyed the surroundings—he spotted a road camera—and swiftly ducked into a landscaping strip, entering Night Wanderer mode. Once concealed, he dashed into the villa complex, following the signal to locate the Red Dance Shoes. It was heading toward a two-story villa with a garden. Zhang Yuanqing immediately ceased his pursuit. The Red Dance Shoes now trotted back to its owner and demanded payment: “Would you like to dance with me? If so—please stand still.” Not a moment to spare for dancing… Zhang Yuanqing sighed, and together they left the scene. A few minutes later, in invisible form, he returned to this villa, climbed over the fence, and entered the courtyard. Zhang Yuanqing moved along the villa walls, reaching the rear garden—where three middle-aged men sat at a dining table beneath the sun, sipping beer and enjoying snacks. One of them, with a prominent belly, took a sip: “Has she seen our faces? Should we kill her?” “The Tianyuan Lord still has use for her—he’ll need to extract someone from Zhishake Palace first,” said one colleague, shaking his head. “But isn’t this Songhai—the domain of the Five Elements Alliance?” asked another. The belly man chuckled: “Doesn’t Tianyuan Lord kill ordinary people often?” “Mostly quietly—either covertly eliminating them or fabricating accidents and sudden deaths. This one is different—we shouldn’t be too rash yet. In a few days, Wang Qian should naturally reach out to the Tianyuan Lord.” Zhang Yuanqing waited there for several seconds—the Night Wanderer state ended—and then activated another skill, vanishing from view as he swiftly moved past the garden and entered the villa. The three men at the table were completely unaware of his passage.