Why is he here? Wow, why does he appear at Songhai University? Zhang Yuanqing’s heart beats faster involuntarily; adrenaline surges like a forest deep in the mountains where he unexpectedly encounters a white-maned tiger. He stands still, his mind racing. —is this mere coincidence that the Magi-Eye appears at Songhai University? Is it? If not, then he must have come specifically for me—my age is clear: a native of Songhai in her twenties, just starting university; I once fought Ou Xiangrong at Songhai University back then. Though this incident hasn’t been widely publicized, the official Realm Walkers within the Songhai Branch know quite a bit about it, given the Magi-Eye’s stature and capabilities—gathering such information isn't difficult. I recall that the Magi-Eye has the ability to “identify” Realm Walkers; he discovered Kou Beiyue precisely through such means. It's likely that the Magi-Eye has already visited Songhai University many times without my knowledge—fortunately, I haven’t come to campus much lately, so I’ve inadvertently escaped detection… With this thought, Zhang Yuanqing’s brow starts sweating coldly. “Calm down, calm down—the Magi-Eye doesn’t recognize me. Fu Qingyang analyzed that his method of identifying Realm Walkers is a specific skill, one he must actively deploy—not a passive ability always present. I need to act as if I’m just an ordinary passerby, move past him, and then quietly exit through the back entrance… never come back.” Zhang Yuanqing takes a deep breath, taking advantage of the Magi-Eye carefully sweeping the floor, reaches into his pocket, puts on his mask, walks with relaxed ease, and sends out a group message to Fu Qingyang, Guan Ya, and Li Dongze: “Help! The Magi-Eye King is at the Songhai University entrance!” His eyes remain steady; his fingers tapping the screen move as smoothly as an old dog’s. All the chaos inside is masked beneath. After sending the message, Zhang Yuanqing calmly folds up his smartphone, keeps his gaze unbroken, and continues walking straight toward the Magi-Eye, who is wearing a sports headband. One step, two steps, three steps… Finally, he passes by the Magi-Eye—whose head remains bowed as he diligently sweeps the floor, paying little attention to students passing around him. Zhang Yuanqing holds his breath tightly, not showing any subtle signs of relief or release. Only when he turns through the school’s main plaza and steps into a quiet pathway leading toward the teaching buildings does he finally let out a deep sigh. Ah—what a terrifying experience! What a terrifying experience! As long as the Magi-Eye King remains at Songhai University, I can’t sleep or eat well. This man demands evidence before killing—he’s already dispatched someone to investigate me, and I believe he knows I’m a diligent, law-abiding citizen. Yet he still comes here—to visit—indicating he intends to pursue me relentlessly. Evil organizations are indeed evil; they uphold flexible moral standards: insisting on evidence for murder? That's just rhetoric! Zhang Yuanqing mentally curses the whole while, hurriedly moving ahead, planning to leave through the school’s back entrance. Just then, a soft voice comes from behind—warm and sunlit: “Do you know me?” …Zhang Yuanqing stops mid-step, his body stiffens instantly; then, like gears stuck in rust, his neck slowly turns to face the speaker. On both sides of the narrow path, lush trees provide shade, sunlight filtering through the leaves creating scattered patterns of light. Under this patchwork of shifting shadows, a young man wearing a sports headband, holding a broom, smiles gently and watches him with attention. “You—you’re talking to me?” Zhang Yuanqing’s emotions surge within him, yet as he grows more anxious, his outward expression remains calm and composed. The Magi-Eye King, still holding the broom, hums softly: “When you were at the entrance, your behavior was too noticeable—of course, that isn’t your fault. For ancient warriors like us, even the slightest movement in battle is vividly apparent. With so many students at the entrance, it wasn’t convenient to act immediately, so I’ve followed you all the way here.” “Hm—I wonder how a Songhai University student could recognize me? Even more surprising—recently, I’ve been searching for someone named Yuan Shi Tian Zun. He’s also a student at Songhai University. Could it be that you’re the one?” Without hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing instinctively reaches for his Night Wandering technique—his best move: to flee. But just then, the Magi-Eye King removes his sports headband. “I’d like to confirm whether you are indeed a Realm Walker.” As the headband slips down, a vertically aligned eye with red irises and golden pupils appears—one that is cold and detached, radiating evil and disorder—and rotates slowly with a soft *gurgle*. *Boom!* At the moment the vertical eye is revealed, Zhang Yuanqing’s thoughts explode—shattered into countless fragments—without pain or fear, just returning to an utterly still, original silence. Yet physically, his face contorts into a fierce, strained expression; tears well up in his eyes; his inner Power of the Moon loses control, disrupting his bodily vitality and beginning the transformation of his body toward a shadowy corpse. “Ah!” Suddenly, a clear, resonant dragon’s roar echoes within Zhang Yuanqing’s consciousness. This sound seems to have a purifying power, pulling his soul back from the brink of collapse and allowing him to reassemble his thoughts; his mind instantly clears. With regained awareness, he sees once again the Magi-Eye King several meters away, now clearly observing that unsettling vertical eye—still startling, still intimidating—but no longer as overwhelming. What was that dragon’s roar? Zhang Yuanqing is both puzzled and delighted—too preoccupied to question further; he quickly activates his Night Wandering technique, enters into invisibility, and sprints off. “Interesting!” The Magi-Eye King does not pursue—he merely smiles at the corners of his mouth. “Even a small university like Songhai has hidden a Rain Master.” “Oh… oh…” A fierce wind sweeps through—by now, a dark overcast blankets the sky, as if draped in a velvet veil, making everything dim and hazy. The wind rages, overwhelming the area; trees near the Magi-Eye King bend to one side, their trunks curving into half-circles, showing signs of imminent breaking. Students nearby are thrown off balance—some even fly into the air—shouts fill the air. Glass panes across nearby buildings shatter in sequence. In this apocalyptic storm, tears stream from the Magi-Eye King’s vertical eye—and it awakens fully, spreading black, twisting patterns like tattoos rapidly over his body. “Huh? Huh? Huh?” the Magi-Eye King says, holding firmly onto his broom. “I’m fighting for justice—hurting innocent bystanders is not something I’ll tolerate.” He stretches his lips into a wild grin, now visibly excited. … “Pant! Pant! Pant!” Zhang Yuanqing drags himself through injuries beyond anything he’s ever experienced before, sprinting out of Songhai University toward the direction of Fu Jiawan. His speed surpasses that of any speeding cars—drawing astonished glances from onlookers; some reach for their smartphones to record, only to find him gone when they lift them up. After about fifteen minutes, Zhang Yuanqing finally stops at a quiet park. He collapses onto the green grass, his chest heaving rapidly, gulping in deep breaths, gasping with urgency. A few minutes later, as his breathing stabilizes, Zhang Yuanqing gathers enough strength to assess his condition. The most severe impact has been on his spirit—seemingly shattered and reassembled—as if undergoing a major reconstruction. His physical body bears the consequence of intense headaches, as though the temples have split open—like an old illness flaring up again. Then, bodily organs suffer multiple damages; his body temperature is low—a direct result of the uncontrolled turbulence of his Power of the Moon. “A single glance and I’m nearly dead—that’s a true master-level Enchantment Demon. And even that’s not enough to kill me—otherwise I’d have no chance to resist at all, reduced to ash.” After a moment of stunned realization, Zhang Yuanqing recalls that dragon roar. “Who helped me? Someone who interrupted the Magi-Eye King must be at the master level—I remember Guan Ya and Fu Qingyang mentioning there was a senior at Songhai University. What was their profession—probably not Fire Master.” At this moment, a sharp chime rings from his pocket. I’ll never replace this broken bell again… Zhang Yuanqing’s heart stutters momentarily; he pulls out his smartphone—the caller is displayed: Fu Qingyang! He answers immediately—he hears Fu Qingyang’s voice, relaxed and relieved: “It seems the Water Spirit Palace senior acted promptly.” The implication—Zhang Yuanqing thinks—it means… “Did the Hundred-Man Commander notify him?” Fu Qingyang nods gently, shifting the topic gracefully without boasting. “Have you exposed your identity?” “Yes,” Zhang Yuanqing replies, weary. Having used his Night Wandering technique to escape, he’s sure the Magi-Eye King saw it clearly—any university student with a Night Wandering ability would surely recognize him. Fu Qingyang pauses thoughtfully: “Your student records were destroyed when you joined the Five Elements Alliance, classified as confidential. The Magi-Eye may find it difficult to trace your home address through this channel—you’ve never shared your address with any classmates, have you?” Zhang Yuanqing reflects, shaking his head: “No.” Even if the Magi-Eye King knows I’m a Songhai University student, he doesn’t know my name—Zhang Yuanqing—and no records of me exist in school archives. As long as I avoid campus regularly, the Magi-Eye will have difficulty finding me in the near term—but this is only temporary. Honestly, how annoying is this guy! It’s not even true that Li Xianzong wanted to kill him—while he himself fought Li Xianzong on equal footing. The Magi-Eye acts arrogantly, showing no sense of fairness. No—the responsibility actually lies with the Master of Zhishake Palace. The purpose of the Magi-Eye’s visit to Songhai is to eliminate her—not him at all. If it weren’t for the Master of Zhishake Palace drawing her in, the Magi-Eye King wouldn’t have traveled so far just for a mere individual like himself. That woman… Fu Qingyang continues: “You’ve already been caught by the Magi-Eye—given his style, I estimate he’ll reach your home within one week. I’ll urge the senior members to act swiftly and contain him.” Within one week… Zhang Yuanqing feels a chill. “What if the seniors don’t manage to eliminate him?” Then it might be the seniors who are in danger. Fu Qingyang reflects: “If that happens, you’ll be at risk—my plan is to shield your presence so that the Magi-Eye can't detect you. If you’re currently a Sage-level Night Wandering Deity, this may be achievable. But until then, we'll rely on props. These props are relatively rare—the Songhai Branch doesn’t have them in inventory. I’ll request the headquarters to lend us similar ones—should they exist.” As long as we can block the Magi-Eye’s methods, there's a chance we might survive this crisis. The application process is lengthy—it could take several days just for a reply; by then, perhaps even before the props arrive, I’ve already been visited at home—and if the headquarters doesn’t have such items… Zhang Yuanqing can't help but complain. “Thank you, Hundred-Man Commander.” After expressing gratitude, they end their conversation. Zhang Yuanqing immediately sends messages to Guan Ya and Li Dongze to report himself safe. He turns around, sees that no one is nearby, and quietly extracts the Artifact from his pocket, lightly piercing it into his thigh. A brilliant golden glow bursts forth—performing a cleansing treatment on his body. Two faint golden glimmers flash briefly in his eyes—the purifying energy enhances clarity of thought; suddenly, he remembers someone: Bill Tarantino. This foreign Realm Walker came to Songhai for trade—he must have an extensive inventory. Ling Jun mentioned that the Merchant’s Guild holds the most diverse range of goods among all Spirit Realm organizations. He could ask Fu Qingyang to arrange a purchase of props capable of blocking presence—but this would leave the Hundred-Man Commander in a vulnerable position during future negotiations. And since the props belong to the organization, he could only borrow them—though he might eventually sell them back to the Songhai Branch. One such prop is definitely worth acquiring—he can simply use it and later resell it to the branch. Still, by purchasing from him, he would reveal himself as a Spirit Realm Walker. Although that may be expected—after all, injuries requiring blue pills are often linked with Spirit Realm members. The professions of both Void and Desire are Orderly Professions; with Bill’s philosophy of traveling the world and his wide network of connections, he likely already knows many such individuals. To him, Zhang Yuanqing is just one among countless friends. So knowing Zhang Yuanqing’s identity as a Realm Walker, the matter wasn’t serious at all—well, but he couldn’t reveal my Spirit Realm ID. After all, Yuan Shi Tian Zun held an exceptionally distinguished position in Place, with an unmatched reputation. Thinking on his feet, Zhang Yuanqing dialed Bill Tarantino’s phone. “Ding-ding～” After the ring tone sounded for several seconds, the warm voice of Anne came through: “Good afternoon. May I ask who this is?” She spoke in a foreign language. Who? Did they not have my mobile number saved? These two foreigners simply didn’t value the Yuan Shi Tian Zun at all… Zhang Yuanqing replied in foreign terms: “Miss Anne, it’s Chen Shu’s son.” On the other end, there was probably a pause of two or three seconds before Anne remembered this person and responded with a bright smile: “Could I help you with something?” “I would like to purchase some items from Mr. Tarantino.” “You’re considering spending one million dollars for information about an entire group using pills?” Anne exclaimed, clearly surprised. You must be dreaming, Zhang Yuanqing thought! He neither confirmed nor denied it, simply stating in a measured tone: “I’d like to meet with Mr. Tarantino right now—would that be convenient?” “Of course!” Anne responded enthusiastically: “Should I arrange for a driver to come and pick you up?” “No thanks.”