"The terrifying Mountain God Temple..." Zhang Yuanqing leaned back, transferring his entire body weight to the chair back. Closing his eyes, he analyzed the temple, drawing on information from the documents, his personal experiences, and insights gained from playing games, seeking patterns and regularities. "The shoulder-pressing spirit can be dispelled by candlelight; each dispelling grants a safe period of fifteen minutes, and after the shoulder-pressing, the spirit doesn't suffer immediate injury..." "We need to be cautious about the fig tree in the eastern courtyard—don't turn around. Why not turn around? Under what circumstances can't we turn around? What happens if we do turn around? Why isn't this clearly stated in the documents?" "For now, we haven't yet confirmed whether the roar is related to the fig tree. If it's unrelated, that adds another layer of danger. The red dancing shoes—aren't they just props? Are they rule-based props? It sounds quite prestigious." It now appears likely that the senior construction workers were crushed to death by the red dancing shoes, their entire skeletal structures shattered under the pressure. "Although under my uncle's guidance I've learned some dancing, I still can't manage even a Level 1 Night-Wanderer deity—definitely not something I, as a child, could handle. If my uncle had encountered the Red Slippers, he'd surely dance until the very end of time..." Such matters should definitely be entrusted to an unreliable uncle, after all, he's spent his entire life doing nothing serious, only singing, dancing, and rapping. Wait! Zhang Yuanqing's eyes suddenly lit up. According to the records, the Night-Wanderer deity's primary failure factor—besides lacking dance experience—was simply being unable to remember the complex, disordered steps. This likely surpassed the average human's capacity for rapid memorization. Yet he himself didn't face such difficulties. In fact, whenever he pushed himself, triggered his chronic condition, and allowed his brain to become overloaded, everything he saw and heard would vividly reappear in his mind. Moreover, under such overloaded conditions, his brain's control over his body far exceeded that of ordinary people, making it entirely manageable to perform high-intensity movements. "The issue is that only non-spirit realm items can be brought in—my medicine might not make it through. Once my chronic condition flares up again, without medication to control it, I don't know what will happen." There's no need to figure this out on my own; I should just ask directly. Otherwise, what's the point of joining the official organization? Zhang Yuanqing picked up his phone, opened the call log, and dialed Guan Ya's number. After a few rings, the call connected. "Have you gone over the materials?" Guan Ya was about to rest. She's a woman who values self-care, dislikes staying up late, and especially hates being disturbed while sleeping. But with Zhang Yuanqing, she's very tolerant—how could anyone speak harshly to a boy whose life is nearing its end? Besides, he's handsome and speaks beautifully. "I've reviewed them, but I'm still unclear about a few points," Zhang Yuanqing said. "What exactly are the rule-based items?" "Guan Ya explained: 'The items in the spiritual realm are diverse in type and function. Our official organization has categorized them into three main types based on their characteristics: cost-based items, rule-based items, and a third category that remains unclear—my level isn't high enough yet, so I haven't had the opportunity to engage with it closely.' With a warm smile, she added: 'Rule-based and cost-based items are generally on par with each other, since their functions differ and cannot be evaluated by a single standard. However, there is one point of consensus: rule-based items are more complicated to handle and rarer; each one is truly invaluable.' She paused, then continued: 'The method for dealing with rule-based items is not a secret within our organization—it involves identifying its underlying pattern and deciphering its rules. The instance of the red dancing shoes inviting someone to dance likely aligns with its inherent rules. 'If we successfully fulfill the invitation, there is a certain probability of securing this rule-based item. Of course, that probability is not guaranteed.' It all depends on various factors—such as its willingness, or whether it's ownerless, etc. Nevertheless, just think of it when it comes to acquiring rule-type items; don't take it too seriously… she thought. Zhang Yuanqing listened patiently and then asked, "By the way, can medicines be brought into the spiritual realm?" "Most everyday items cannot be brought into the spiritual realm, except for medicines—though only those that have already been consumed." "What about medicines held in the mouth?" "Hmm…" Guan Ya couldn't answer. It seems only she could try it herself… Zhang Yuanqing said, "I have no further questions, thank you." Guan Ya nodded and smiled, "Take care, young man. By the way, today is the lucky day for Libra." Ah? Zhang Yuanqing didn't react immediately—by the time he looked up, the call had already ended. He put down his phone and checked the time—it was already past midnight. Tomorrow morning, he would enter the spiritual realm again. … The following day. Li Dongze held on to his walking cane, stepping into the glass-walled building of the police station in polished leather shoes. As a leader who didn’t need to clock in, he often arrived an hour later, sometimes skipping work altogether, enjoying his public salary and living a free, unhurried life. He similarly lacked strict oversight over his subordinates—the spiritual realm travelers. First, aside from Guan Ya, most of them weren’t part of the White Tiger military ranks and responded to orders only when called upon, not to official announcements. Second, the mortality rate among the spiritual realm travelers was extremely high—anyone could vanish during their journey into the spiritual realm. Life is short; enjoy it now. Li Dongze entered the office and walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of vodka, squeezed in lime juice, and took a hearty swallow. Just then, his phone buzzed. He set the glass down, sank into the soft chair, and opened his phone. Someone had tagged him in the chat group named "Kangyang District Lingjing Travelers Management Group." Five of the alliance's chieftains are legendary figures—Li Dongze has never met them personally, only knowing that the commander of his White Tiger troops and the master of the Water Deity Palace are both female. In private, the Five Elements Alliance regards these two chieftains as the "outstanding twin stars." "Kangyang District Spiritual Realm Traveler Management Group" consists of fourteen members: ten captains, three officers, and one captain from the Tai Men Sect, the Night-Wanderer Deity. Dai Ji-ba: "@Li Dongze, I heard you've recruited a Night-Wanderer Deity?" How did he know? Li Dongze furrowed his brows and replied, "What does it matter to you?" In the Five Elements, Fire governs Metal—White Tiger scouts generally dislike the Fire Sect's Fire Masters, finding them crude and impetuous, often lacking in thought. Wait—Li Dongze has actually recruited a Night-Wanderer Deity?! The captains in the group instantly perk up, like sharks sensing blood. Qing-Teng: "A Night-Wanderer Deity? Where has Li Shanzhang been lately, going to temples and praying "White Dragon: 'Across the entire Songhai City, excluding independent practitioners, there seem to be no more than ten official Night-Wanderers—all from the Taimei Sect.' Water Barge: 'Li Dongze, what kind of luck have you got? You've really spoiled me!' Suddenly, three captain-level figures stepped forward. [ Tang Guoqiang sent a red envelope ] The envelope was instantly snatched away. Li Dongze instinctively grabbed his share, only to find everyone else had over 100 yuan, while he had just over 100. Tang Guoqiang: 'Li Shanzhang, you've certainly had good fortune.' A sea of 'Thank you, boss' emoji expressions followed. Tang Guoqiang himself is also a captain, yet he serves as the CEO of the Construction Team Company—wealthy and reserved, rarely speaking unless he decides to send out red envelopes. Even this business magnate has been drawn into the conversation about Night-Wanderers. The Champion of Boxing: 'You two must have really poor memory—have you forgotten the agreement between the Wu-Xing Alliance and the Taimei Sect? When recruiting Night-Wander "White Dragon: "Qiang, you're not that forgetful at all—have you forgotten our Fu Bai, the Commander? With his deep ties to the Taiyuan Gate, it would be no problem leaving a Night-Wanderer behind." Qiang remained silent. A few of the bubble-level captains felt a pang of envy. Whether due to the Night-Wanderer's scarcity or their strong career potential, they clearly outshone other professions. Well-developed, they would become reliable assets in the future. Qingteng: "By the way, our Kangyang District's Spirit-Wanderer team hasn't had a team-building event in a while. Why don't we schedule one and gather everyone?" White Dragon: "Oh, the lively ones from the Hundred Flowers Assembly are back at it again, trying to draw people in? But I'm all in with that." Shuipiao: "I've just finished my sailing duties recently, so gathering everyone would be perfect. Li, I've been meaning to have a drink with you for a while now. Why don't we also invite the Night-Wanderer?" Tang Guoqiang: "The team-building idea is great—everyone should gather Li Dongze’s mouth twitched, his mood already frayed, and he sent a furious message: “I’ve seen arrogance, greed, and underhanded intentions of wall-crawling in your words. I must be cursed by Ling Neng Group—my luck has truly turned sour lately.” Da Ji Bu: “What’s a ‘Versailles’?” Shui Shang Piao: “I’d love to have that bad luck myself.” At that moment, the Night-Wanderer from Taimei Temple popped in. Yuan Ting: “That Night-Wanderer—we don’t need him. Didn’t you remember? It was just after Qingming Festival.” Qing Ting: “What does that mean?” Yuan Ting: “Li Dongze hired the Night-Wanderer, with the trial task being the Shē Ling Tunnel.” The group fell silent instantly. Though they weren’t Night-Wanderers themselves, as official Lingjing practitioners from Longhai City, they were familiar with the renowned Shē Ling Tunnel. Bai Long: “Not this unlucky, surely.” Yuan Ting: "To save that poor fellow, Fu Bai, the commander, specially sought detailed information about Shela Ling Tunnel from our Sun elder yesterday." Da Ji Bao: "Hmm... Is there really any need to save him? Since the 1900s, no newcomer has successfully completed the Shela Ling Tunnel. Li Dongze—what a pity. I can imagine your expression when you heard that the trial realm of the recruit was the Shela Ling Tunnel." Fire Master is always straightforward. Do you want to fight?! Li Dongze, standing by his desk, nearly reached for his cane and stormed out of the office to face this man head-on. He quickly took a deep breath, repeating in his mind: graceful, stay graceful... Water-Float: "We've just received an unexpected order this month to sail—let's put off the team-building activities." Tang Guoqiang: "That's a shame." Green Vine: "Got it. What a pity for the new recruit." Fire Master, again, directly tags Li Dongze: "Did you manage to make Fu Bai waste a personal favor? Have you been scolded?" Li Dongze: "Shut up! If you say one more thing, I'm heading straight to the gym and smashing your head like a dog's." It's not like we share information—Taiyuan and Wuxing are two separate organizations. Fu Bai Fu (the steward) has to expend personal goodwill every time he requests intel from Taiyuan. Da Ji Bu: "You still can't beat me." The other captains remained silent, as if they no longer cared. At that moment, one of the three Stewards, Fu Qingyang, sent a message: "Are you all really that idle? Do you need to be sent back to the training camp for refresher training?" Li Dongze and Da Ji Bu immediately fell quiet. A few seconds later, Fu Qingyang sent another message: "Once you're part of our team, you're under my command. The White Tiger troops will never abandon any of our colleagues—this is our principle, regardless of their value." Li Dongze sighed. He had indeed messed this up. Fu Bai Fu never said it outright, but who knew if it wasn't already taking a toll on his standing. … At 10:30 a.m., Zhang Yuanqing locked the door of the room, tied her shoelaces, and drank two full glasses of water. Then, she opened the medicine bottle and held five blue pills between her teeth. Next, she lay down on the bed and silently waited for the spiritual realm to activate. Time passed, one minute after another. About ten minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing heard a cold, clear voice in her mind: 【The spiritual realm is activating…】 【Ping! The spiritual realm map has been loaded. Welcome to "Night-Wanderer – She Ling Tunnel," ID: 0079.】 【Difficulty Level: S】 【Type: Solo (Death-based)】 【Main Objective One: Survive for three hours (Completed).】 【Main Objective Two: Explore ID 0079 spiritual realm. Current exploration progress: 20%.】 【Note: Non-spiritual realm items cannot be brought in.】 【Wishing you good fortune, Prime Immortal!】 The ceiling began to warp, as if disturbed by a gentle breeze, and when the image stabilized, Zhang Yuanqing found herself immersed in the warm glow of candle