"What's going on?" Zhang Yuanqing had a hunch. "There's a battle among the spiritual travelers in Fenghui District—one death, one injury—and we need you to perform a spiritual inquiry." Li Dongze's voice was noisy, as if people were arguing. Indeed, it was clear that they needed a spiritual inquiry—Zhao Chang wouldn't be asking for assistance, and he couldn't really help anyone else either, since he was still quite young. "Where is the night traveler from Fenghui District?" The Taiyuan Sect stationed a night traveler in each major district of Songhai. In Kangyang, it was Yuan Ting. Fenghui District would naturally have one too. "The deceased is a Wugushi master—their spiritual bodies are notoriously strange and fierce. But this particular Wugushi master is different… he poses a significant risk of spirit consumption. The night traveler from the Taiyuan Sect is reluctant to take such a risk and has been in dispute with our colleagues from Fenghui District." Li Dongze's voice carried a tone of quiet gravity. As he spoke, the noise on the other end grew even more intense. A Wugushi master's spiritual body? Zhang Yuanqing was pleased to hear this. Over the past few days, he had reviewed numerous professional profiles, and according to spiritual strength rankings, both Night-Wanderers and Illusionists ranked first, while Wugui Masters came second. This would certainly boost his experience significantly. Nevertheless, Zhang Yuanqing frowned and asked, "The Taimei Sect is also an official organization—shouldn't there be someone overseeing its responsibilities? If there are risks involved, then since they enjoy official benefits and privileges, they should be actively fulfilling their duties rather than merely maintaining their positions without doing much." "Zhang Yuanqing said. At that moment, he faintly heard someone speaking through the speaker: 'Li Dongze, your approach isn't appropriate. Although I really need Wenling, he's still only level 1...' The voice cut off abruptly, and Li Dongze hung up the phone. Zhang Yuanqing then ended the call, and the elderly Si Ji turned her office chair, facing him again, and smiled, 'From the tone, it sounds like it's Li Yuanfang from the second team. The second team in Fenghui District hasn't achieved any notable accomplishments in a long time—performance has always been at the bottom, which is why the Night-Wanderer of that district has such a stiff posture.' Li Yuanfang? Such a nice name! Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, mentally commenting. Guan Ya added, 'The team leader of the second team in Fenghui District is also one of our Baihu troops.' The elderly Si Ji gave him a flirtatious glance. She was hinting that she wanted to build good relationships with the mid-level officers of the Baihu troops and cultivate personal connections. Zhang Yuanqing, with a complex expression, said, 'Guan Ya, you've been so kind to me He looked startled at his two colleagues—when had they suddenly grown so amiable, and had I completely missed it? "Old Bull?" Guan Ya's eyebrows shot up; her smooth forehead pulsed with veins, her full lips pressed tightly together. "Yuan-Shi, I believe we still have a good fight before the Shizhong's car returns." "I was wrong!" Zhang Yuanqing proved himself adaptable. ... The black executive sedan entered the Fenghui District Public Security Office. Through the window glass, Zhang Yuanqing saw Li Dongze, holding a walking stick, waiting patiently at the entrance of the office building. After stepping out, the two exchanged nods and entered the building together. A few minutes later, they arrived at the mortuary. Outside the mortuary, in the spacious and bright corridor, several to eight spiritual practitioners gathered. Zhang Yuanqing glanced casually at them, guessing their professions based on their appearances and demeanor. Muscular, looking quite irritable—Li Shi has no choice but to make his escape. The bird standing on his shoulders—what profession is that? Ah, yes, Shixiang mentioned that the wooden spirit of Baihua Association has a deep affection for animals. The one with a reserved expression clearly appears to be a soil monster. All the spiritual realm travelers seem somewhat resentful. Finally, Zhang Yuanqing turns to the middle-aged man approaching. The man is in his forties, with sunken eyes, a sharp nose, and thin lips, giving off an impression of sternness and seriousness. "Allow me to introduce you—this is Captain of Team Two from Fenghui District, a Level 3 Scout, with spiritual realm ID Tang Da Li Yuanfang," says Li Dongze, a smile playing at his lips. "Li Dongze, you're always eager to introduce my spiritual realm ID to everyone," the man sighs, looking at Zhang Yuanqing, his serious face softening into a smile. "I've been obsessed with Tang Dynasty-themed dramas lately, so I went with that name. You're the newly recruited Youshou Shen from our Baihu military contingent—so young, and so well-dressed." "I don't know if either of you has a name like Di Renjie—well, you'd definitely feel awkward, no, actually, it'd be hilarious. Zhang Yuanqing managed a smile, shaking hands warmly with the other person and constantly calling him 'Captain.' This made Li Yuangang's smile even wider. "Honestly, our own Night Wanderer is much better," he remarked. "I've heard the situation from Li Dongze, right? I'm sorry, but the Night Wanderer stationed in Fenghui District of Taiyuan Gate has refused to inquire about the spirit. With no other option, we've had to turn to you for help." The young man with broad shoulders gave a sharp sniff. "Even if there's a risk when devouring a Wugushi, it's not life-threatening, is it? Doesn't that mean we, on the front lines, battling against evil professions, face risks too? The Night Wanderers of Taiyuan Gate always seem so aloof—every time we ask them for help, it feels like we're asking for favors." The young man with a bird perched on his shoulder chuckled. "So, after all, it's better to have people from our own team." Li Yuanfang waved his hand, cutting off his subordinates' complaints, and said thoughtfully, "Although Li Dongze has guaranteed your assignment, I still want to remind you—the spirit of a witch-guerrilla is exceptionally strong yet often restless and chaotic. The deceased was a third-level witch-guerrilla. His lingering spirit is particularly dangerous. Do you feel confident handling this?" The body had short, deep green hair, brown skin that was rough and resilient, thick keratin deposits covering the elbows, knees, and other joints, resembling armor, with dark, sharply curved nails ending in a potent toxicity. His facial skin was also brown, and his eyes had diffused, dimly glowing pupils resembling those of a serpent, with amber-colored irises. Li Dongze supported himself with a cane in one hand and explained: "Wu Gu masters of the Transcendent Realm possess two primary techniques: first, they cultivate and nurture the insects, using them to kill their enemies silently and invisibly; second, they achieve a state of harmonization with the insects, gaining specific abilities based on the insects' characteristics, thereby enhancing their close-combat prowess—such as self-healing, vitality, strength, speed, or toxicity." Zhang Yuanqing remarked with admiration: "It sounds truly powerful—no wonder they're considered a villainous profession." Notably, among the native spiritual realm professions, Wu Gu masters, Illusionists, and Enchanted Beasts rank among the elite, standing on par with the Night Wandering Deities. Thus, the villainous professions are limited to just three, and their numbers fall far short when compared to Li Dongze said, "He was killed during the process of being transformed into a spirit-moth. His body has remained in this state all along—rather ungraceful, indeed. Because of the deep integration with the spirit-moth, his spiritual essence is filled with anger and wild animal instincts, severely polluting his mental state. This is precisely why the Night-Wanderer Spirit of Taimei Gate avoids him." Zhang Yuanqing nodded. He was protected by his Magic Rod, so he was immune to such mental pollution. Li Dongze continued, "The one who fought against him was also a Wuzhu (spirit-moth) practitioner. When our team arrived, we killed one and the other escaped with injuries. We suspect this survivor might be a member of the Spirit-Ability Association or possibly a subordinate of Hei Wuxiang." "We need to act quickly and gather as much information as possible. I'm sure the colleagues from the second team outside are already eager." Zhang Yuanqing nodded, opened his inventory, retrieved the Magic Rod, and handed it to Li Dongze. Then he walked over to the humanoid corpse and awakened the residual spiritual essence still resting within the body. A faint, ethereal figure slowly emerged, with a vacant expression Even more agitated than the spirit itself—wishing to devour it while at the same time unwilling to do so… Zhang Yuanqing sighed silently, a thick black light welling up in his eyes, filling his eye sockets. He opened his mouth and drew in the spirit, swallowing it whole. A sharp ache surged in his brow, and a cascade of fragmented memories flashed through his mind. These memories were scattered and disordered, and through half-seeing, half-guessing, Zhang Yuanqing pieced together parts of the deceased’s life. Before becoming a spiritual realm traveler, this witch-guerrilla had been a jobless wanderer, bold and combative, specializing in collecting debts for financial firms, often resorting to tricks like the "sage's deception" at nightclubs, pressuring women from outside the region to sell their services. Despite his many misdeeds, his life had been prosperous and comfortable. By chance, he was chosen by the spiritual realm, receiving a divine role card and becoming a spiritual realm traveler. He named himself "The Lawless Outlaw." As a spiritual realm traveler, he became passionate about philanthropy. Once he accumulated sufficient moral merit, he began to kill ordinary people and exploit women, channeling out his These fragmented, disordered memories were painful for Zhang Yuanqing; they profoundly shook his worldview, giving rise to a growing sense of contempt and resentment. At that moment, he accessed the desired, pivotal memory. In a lavishly furnished tea room, a man with his upper face concealed by a silver mask sat at a glass round table, sipping tea from a ceramic cup. He looked at the "Zhang Yuanqing" across the table and said, "The Judge of the Mystical Eye has passed away. The position of President of the Eastern District of the Spiritual Energy Association now belongs solely to the host. After years of rivalry between the two vice-presidents, this matter has finally been settled." "How exactly did the Judge of the Mystical Eye die?" Zhang Yuanqing heard the voice of the host. "That is not something you should know," the man with the silver mask said, his gaze sharpening. "I'm sorry, Sir. The man in the mask softened his gaze, poured him a cup of tea, and said, "Black Unusual has taken refuge with the Holy Chalice and the Register. The Holy Chalice is a rule-based item of the Wuzhu Specialist profession—its importance is self-evident. The Register compiles the servants gathered by the Ghost-Eyed Judge over the years. 'By controlling the Register, one controls numerous spiritual travelers. Both items are crucial. Champion, our opportunity has arrived. By helping our master locate Black Unusual and consolidate the strength of the Eastern Branch, we can now stand a chance against the Five Elements Alliance's Songhai Branch." "Then, Sir Executive, what should I do?" The Lawless Champion breathed slightly faster, his tone tinged with excitement.