"Find him?" Wang Qian furrowed his brows, hesitated. "We haven't had very deep interactions. I'm not entirely confident in him. You don't know, the very day after the conflict between the Xiaohou family and the Palace Mistress, he reached out to me—offering help—something quite suspicious...” With everyone's connections being rather casual, how could Wang Qian believe that Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn would risk offending the Xiaohou family just for him? Upon hearing this, Qingdian Dà Shèng paused. The young woman beside him glanced at Wang Qian, then at Qingdian Dà Shèng, and asked with growing interest: "Are you referring to that new recruit who cleared two S-level qualifications and has been gaining a lot of attention on the official forum recently?" Wang Qian nodded. "I'm his source." Qingdian Dà Shèng examined him closely, murmuring in approval. "Susu," he then asked, "what do you think?" Susu shook her head. "I'm quite interested in such talented young men, but I still know very little about him." "Qingdian Daxing pondered for a few seconds, then shared his thoughts: 'Master Yuanshi is relatively young and new to this journey. Among spiritual practitioners of his age, there's always a sense of pride and determination—people don't tolerate being dominated or treated unfairly. Saint Hand, send him a message and simply say that your sister has been kidnapped, suspected to be by the Xiaohou family. Don't go into too much detail. 'Let's see how he responds.' Wang Qian nodded, asking, 'Shall I go out again?' Qingdian Daxing shook his head: 'Just send it right here. We're about to relocate—once you've sent it, we'll be on our way.' The young man wearing headphones and the lively girl approached. Under the watchful eyes of his companions, Wang Qian pulled out his phone and typed: 'My sister has been kidnapped by people from the Xiaohou family. The Xiaohou family doesn't follow any rules—they've attacked my family directly, and the official authorities seem completely indifferent.' He reviewed the message and glanced at his companions." Qingdian Daxing shook his head: "Young talents are usually proud, preferring softness over firmness. Let me rephrase it: 'My sister has been kidnapped by the Xiaohou family. She's just an ordinary person. Please help me—save her.'" Wang Qian immediately revised the message and sent it. Guan Ya lifted her head from her computer, glanced at him, and smiled warmly. "Less than ten minutes, and now I have a clear, deep understanding of your endurance—what's wrong?" She suddenly noticed that the sky outside Yuan Shi was looking rather gloomy. Zhang Yuanqing spoke softly, "Wang Qian's sister has been kidnapped..." He quietly relayed the details to Guan Ya. Old Si Ji raised an eyebrow, and asked Zhang Yuanqing for her opinion: "Given this situation, what do you think we should do?" Upon hearing the news, his first reaction was anger—furious at Xiahou family's brazen behavior; the second was doubt—questioning whether the incident was genuine; and the third was caution. After a few seconds of thought, Guan Ya furrowed her brows and said, "I don't think this quite fits. Though the Xiahou family is indeed dominant, they shouldn't be this unyielding. Ordinary people certainly aren't of much value to them, but here in Songhai, they shouldn't be so openly assertive. You mean... the information is false? Or perhaps the people weren't actually taken by the Xiahou family?" "No, I mean, the Xiahou family has been overly punitive in their treatment of Zhi-Sha Palace—too harsh in their retaliation." Guan Ya spoke seriously. "My suggestion is to simply do nothing. There's a lot of complexity beneath the surface. If you absolutely must intervene, then apply pressure through official channels. But as an elite member, not the team leader, nor a steward, the Xiahou family won't fear you much." "I can call Fu Bai, the commander." Guan Ya gave a light laugh. "You don't know him well. I suspect he'll respond to you like this: If you believe in procedural justice, gather evidence first, then come to me. If you believe in results-driven justice, then you don't need to come at all." The Xiahou family's actions are undoubtedly clean—I won't be able to find any evidence, and gathering evidence takes time. Wang Qian's sister's current condition is still unknown. The longer we delay, the more dangerous it becomes... Results-driven justice—doesn't that sound just like Zhi-Sha Palace's own approach? Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her and said, "I'll go find out." Turned around and went back into the restroom. A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing stepped out, looking puzzled, and exclaimed loudly, "You woman, hurry up—what's the connection between you and Fu Bai, the captain?" Fu Qingyang's response was almost identical to what she had said. Guan Ya giggled, "Guess?" Zhang Yuanqing said nothing, frowned, and angrily carried his backpack away. Outside the police station, he hailed a taxi and headed to his sister-in-law Wang Qian's house. Sitting in the car, closing his eyes and thinking for several minutes, Zhang Yuanqing came up with a plan. "If we're to follow procedural justice, the best course is to borrow Fu Qingyang's banner and press charges against Xiahou Tianyuan. But since Fu is currently absent, I'll have to go alone—there's no telling if Xiahou will once again resort to physical confrontation. In that case, I'm afraid I might not be able to hold back and end up eliminating him. For the sake of substantive justice, I can use the Red Dance Shoes to locate Wang Qian's sister, secure evidence, and then present the case—see how Xiahou Tianyuan will defend himself." Zhang Yuanqing pulled out his phone and sent a message to Wang Qian: "Got it." ... In the suburban area, a modest, older flat house. Wang Qian heard a soft chime from his phone, his expression brightening immediately. He quickly turned on the screen: "He replied." His colleague hurried over. "Got it..." Wang Qian read the message, his face falling. The three simple words—neither a clear yes nor a firm no—left him uncertain. Qingdian the Mad Saint sighed: "Let's change locations and wait a bit. The fact that he didn't commit to anything yet suggests he's steady and composed, doesn't it? At least he didn't back out." Wang Qian nodded. Heaven is unkind and I follow my own way exchanged glances, then silently sighed and began packing. ... In the car, Zhang Yuanqing heard the notification sound on his phone. He picked it up—it was a message from Guan Ya: "I'm his cousin." Guan Ya? Cousin to Fu Qingyang? Zhang Yuanqing found it both surprising and not surprising. He had always known that Guan Ya was no ordinary person, but he hadn't expected such a coincidence—she was actually Fu Qingyang's cousin. Not at all a coincidence, in fact. Fu Bai, the battalion commander, assigning his cousin to work under him was entirely logical. Moreover, Guan Ya's deep familiarity with Fu Qingyang, coupled with her lack of respect, now made perfect sense. So, did Guan Ya's birth name happen to be Fu Ya? At the very least, she shared the Fu surname. At that moment, the taxi stopped outside a residential complex. The driver asked, "Would you like to scan the code or pay in cash?" Zhang Yuanqing paid in cash and pushed open the door, entering the community where Wang Qian's sister lived. Wang Qian's sister resided not in Kangyang District, but in the neighboring Fenghui District. The community's infrastructure was solid, and its location was quite favorable. As a native of Songhai, Zhang Yuanqing easily assessed the property prices. He estimated the cost to be around 80,000 yuan per square meter. "Knock, knock!" He reached the floor where Wang A few seconds later, footsteps approached, paused at the door for a moment, and then someone peered through the peephole at Zhang Yuanqing before finally turning the handle and opening the door. A young man stood inside, pale and visibly anxious, his eyes filled with concern. He studied the stranger outside. "Who are you looking for?" Zhang Yuanqing didn't respond—he stepped into the room, while the young man remained frozen in place. He had been affected by a spell. Thinking of this, he scanned a shared bicycle and, in a quiet spot, summoned the red slippers, threading his hair into them. Then, he performed a spell to make the slippers vanish. Tink-tink-tink... the red slippers danced joyfully around their useless owner before bursting into a swift, spirited run. Too fast! Zhang Yuanqing pedaled furiously, chasing after them. After an hour, Zhang arrived at the outskirts of Fenghui District, where commercial and residential buildings gave way to lush greenery and villa neighborhoods. The slippers advanced with lively, confident strides, hopping and bounding with a proud, unapologetic gait. As they reached the outer edge of a villa community, they entered the premises with a stiff, unyielding rhythm, right before the gatekeepers' eyes—so grandly and boldly that they would have been trampled had the guards seen them. Zhang casually set the bicycle by the roadside, surveyed the surroundings, and spotted the road cameras. With swift movement, he slipped into the roadside greenery and entered his night-wandering state. Hidden in the shadows, Zhang Yuanqing sprinted into the villa complex, following the signal and locating the Red Dance Shoes. They were now approaching a two-story villa with a garden. Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing immediately ended his pursuit. The Red Dance Shoes then tapped briskly back toward their owner, demanding payment: 【Would you like to dance with me? If so, please stay put.】 How could he possibly find time to dance with you right now... Zhang Yuanqing sighed, and together they left. A few minutes later, reappearing in his invisible form, he returned to the villa, climbed over the fence, and entered the courtyard. Standing close to the villa walls, he wound his way to the back garden, where three middle-aged men sat at a table under the sun, enjoying a spread of beer and snacks. One of them, a stout man, took a sip of his drink and asked, “Has this woman seen our faces? Should we kill her?” “Master Tianyuan still has use for her,” his companion shook his head. “We’ll wait until we’ve caught the person from the Stop-Killing Palace.” Another companion remarked, "This is Songhai—after all, it's the territory of the Five Elements Alliance. Isn't it better not to kill anyone?" The middle-aged man with a broad chest chuckled, "How many ordinary people has the Tianyuan young lord quietly eliminated?" "Those were all done subtly—either by stealth or by making them appear as accidents or sudden deaths. We're different. We shouldn't rush things. In a few days, Wang Qian should reach out to the Tianyuan young lord on his own." Zhang Yuanqing stood still for a few seconds, then, as the night stroll ended, activated his skill once more, becoming invisible, and swiftly moved along the wall, passing through the back garden and entering the villa. Throughout this process, the several middle-aged men seated at the table remained completely unaware.