At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing had already climbed onto the window sill, preparing to leap down. Gazing at the wraith approaching him, its posture twisted and its steps labored, Zhang Yuanqing felt as though he were once again back in the Shu Ling tunnel, fighting ordinary wraiths and zombies with just his human body. The situation was perilous, full of danger. Unlike during the mountain temple episode, when at least the main hall had served as a protective sanctuary, here in the dream, he had nothing—no props, no reinforcements, no skills. Real-world assets simply couldn't carry over into the dream world. Wait! Suddenly, an item he had forgotten surfaced in his mind—the In-Door Jade Symbol! A consumable gifted by Wu Hen, a magical item specific to the illusionist class, produced by the Nightmare Generator, a tool of the dream realm. Since it belonged to the dream realm itself, could it appear within the dream? But I can't open my inventory—wait, if it's a dream realm item, perhaps it doesn't need to be used in the real world at all. If this is a dream, then what if I simply imagine it? Witnessing the white-clad murderer approach closer and closer, Zhang Yuanqing no longer hesitated—he decided to try. At once, he visualized the outline of the black jade in his mind. During this process, he stepped half-way out of the window frame. By then, the white-clad murderer had retreated to the window, twisting her arms with a crisp snap to a full 180 degrees and raising the knife high above her head. Suddenly, a deep, serene glow emerged slowly from the top of Zhang Yuanqing’s head. Whoosh! The knife—capable of cleaving through steel security doors—was halted by this deep radiance. Immediately, the glow expanded rapidly, enveloping the entire dream, casting a dark veil over the room. The room’s scenery began to warp and transform: simple stone bricks replaced the elm floorboards, the ceiling with its celestial deities replaced the original ceiling, and vibrant candlelight replaced the bright overhead fixtures. Zhang Yuanqing looked around, and once again he found himself in that ancient temple—tall, majestic Buddha statues reaching up to the ceiling, beneath them, a silhouetted figure in green robes sat in meditation. The white-robed woman who had been killing someone stood just a few meters away, her knife raised high, as if enchanted and motionless. Ah, the Dream-Entrance Seal truly proves effective... Zhang Yuanqing felt genuine joy, alive after narrowly escaping death. He glanced down at his chest again—his wound remained, yet inexplicably, no longer bleeding. He immediately bowed deeply, clasping his hands in front of his chest and said: "Thank you, Master, for saving my life." Having witnessed the Master's extraordinary strength, Zhang Yuanqing felt even more respectful—this was indeed the power of a master-level presence. Master Wuhen faced away from him, his voice low and ethereal, as though struggling to suppress a deep pain, echoing throughout the hall: "Who have you disturbed?" Zhang Yuanqing's mind flashed through several possibilities, before shaking his head: "I don't know exactly. But after I returned to the hotel in the afternoon, I received a text message mentioning a local legend about the white-robed woman who enters dreams to kill people. Shortly after, I was pursued by her." "Having said that, Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the distant yuán líng, unsure what her face looked like. Yet, seeing the steadily diminishing black blood, he decided it didn't matter. Wú Hén's voice echoed: "This should be a piece of equipment that combines the skills of a conjurer and a night wanderer—a high-ranking item." Indeed, it was a conjurer's ability, but what exactly was an equipment item that fused two professions? Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brow, asking, "Is there really an equipment item that simultaneously possesses the abilities of two professions?" Wú Hén paused, seemingly surprised that he didn't even know such fundamental information, and replied, "The craft skill of 'equipment forging' mastered by scholars allows for the creation of items that blend two or even more professions. However, this is limited to lower-tier equipment. As the equipment's level increases, the exclusivity grows." So, was it the Xiaohou family that had done this? No, the father and son of Xiahou Xin have already died, and Xiahou Chi is imprisoned in the zoo. The other members of the Xiahou family have no need to kill me—otherwise, why would they treat Xiahou Tianyuan so harshly? Zhang Yuanqing fell into deep thought. After a while, he glanced at the back of the Wuhen Master and thought, Why should I be thinking for myself? "Master, I would like to know who intends to kill me. What advice do you have?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. The Wuhen Master's calm voice echoed throughout the hall: "Ask Ling!" Ah, although it is merely a prop, Ling is a spiritual entity. As long as it is a spiritual being, I can absorb it... Zhang Yuanqing was initially delighted, but then sighed with a sense of helplessness: "Yet at this moment, I am in a dream, and thus unable to activate my skills." The Wuhen Master patiently explained: "I will use the power of the dream to trap it, sealing it within your consciousness. When you awaken in reality, you will then be able to absorb it." "Thank you, Wuhen Master," Zhang Yuanqing said, deeply pleased, and When he opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar ceiling and found himself lying on a soft bed, covered by a light, air-conditioned blanket. "Ahhhh—" Suddenly, sharp pain surged from his chest, and a rich, blood-filled scent flooded his nostrils. Zhang Yuanqing lifted the blanket and was stunned to see a dramatic gash across his chest—deep enough to expose the bones. The bleeding had stopped, but even the healing power of the Night-Wanderer required sufficient time to fully mend it. "Injuries sustained in dreams manifest in reality… Good thing, or I'd have been done for." Recalling his dream experience, he felt a wave of relief and relief. Fortunately, he had the Dream-Entrance Jade Symbol gifted by Master Wuhen; otherwise, the Five-Element Alliance would have lost one of its most promising talents by morning. He hadn't dared to think about his family's reaction. "The illusionist truly ranks among the three great evil professions. Each of the peak professions has its own terrifying qualities. Though I've managed to survive today, if the mastermind behind this attack isn't eliminated, I'll face danger again tomorrow, the day after—day after that, too. The Jade Seal of the Master of Unseen Trace can only be used once. He didn't offer me a second one, which means he won't assist me next time." "Later, after I close my eyes, you'll give me a—..." Zhang Yuanqing gestured and pointed until the little comic finally grasped the complex instruction. Fearing the Fumigating Staff, the infant clutched it carefully, gently tapping it with the sparse tuft of hair on his head. Good son... Zhang Yuanqing settled comfortably on the bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to communicate with the restless spirits deep within his consciousness. But then, a sharp pain shot through his lower leg. A brilliant golden light erupted, flooding his body with purifying energy. ?? Zhang Yuanqing sat up stiffly, looking at the infant now huddled by the window. "I only just closed my eyes..." Zhang Yuanqing's mouth twitched. After several minutes of re-establishing communication, Zhang Yuanqing closed his eyes again, deliberately waiting a few seconds. When he saw the infant truly understand his intent, he finally felt at ease, settled his emotions, and began to communicate with the malevolent spirits in his consciousness. His awareness suddenly expanded, and fragments of memory poured into his mind, accompanied by strong negative emotions. … The scene transitioned from chaotic to clear. He saw a pressing, dim sky, with dark, heavy clouds overhead, beneath which lay a classical Jiangnan water-town. On a stone-paved path, a body lay sprawled, its chest torn and bloodied. The scene shifted again, revealing numerous other corpses scattered throughout various corners of the town—on streets, in ancient manor houses, across stone bridges. Was this a restless spirit the boss of a solo spiritual realm of a night-wanderer deity? Zhang Yuanqing began to understand. After an unknown length of time, someone finally conquered this solo spiritual realm, and the spirit manifested as a reward in the form of an item. Its true form was a simple, ancient blue-and-white porcelain vase. Then, the scene changed. Inside a small shop cluttered with goods, a woman stood by the counter—wearing a black bodysuit and loose trousers, graceful and radiant, her fingers holding a slender lady’s cigarette. The flaming red lips spurted white mist and chuckled, "Would you like a piece of equipment capable of killing most extraordinary beings?" She turned, browsing through a cabinet cluttered with various items and tools, and retrieved an old, worn smartphone. "This item combines the powers of dreams and spirits. When you send a text message to a designated number, the spirit residing within the phone will enter the recipient's dreams and kill the target. It's ineffective against 3rd-level scouts, 3rd-level enchanters, and 3rd-level illusionists—otherwise, it works for nearly all other professions. It's not expensive—five million. Considering you're a steward of the Five Elements Alliance, I'll give you a discount to four million. I'll send you the message content shortly." "Deal!" A hand reached out and took the old smartphone. Looking at the hand, one saw a man in a white judo uniform, with a square face and a serious demeanor. Pang, the Steward? The scene shimmered like ripples on water, and new memories unfolded. He saw the opulent bedroom, where Master Pang sat at a desk, composing a text message with a cold, composed demeanor. Midway through, a brilliant golden light surged and shattered everything. Zhang Yuanqing snapped awake, seeing the Vow-Bearer resting at his feet, while Xiao Doushi huddled near the gaming console, propped up on his arms, eyes wide and fixed on him. "I'm fine! I did great!" Zhang first comforted Xiao Doushi, then fell into thoughtful reflection. Why did Pang want to kill me? I had no connection with him, no personal grudge—why would he seek my life? Ah, he was close to the Xiaohou family, one of their key official allies. I had caused Xiaohou Tianyuan to be imprisoned. So, that must be why he wanted to kill me. The motivation is there, yet something still feels missing... Now that I've broken his props, I've effectively turned into his sworn enemy. After tonight, if he learns I'm still alive, he might retaliate further. This man must be killed. Zhang Yuanqing doesn't want to endure another nightmare. Moreover, Pang, the Senior Official, has reached the Saint Realm. This time, by using props for an ambush assassination, he deliberately left no trace—should he personally step in next time, Zhang Yuanqing doubts he'll be able to match a Saint Realm-level opponent. I simply can't afford such a person. This rescue effort is equivalent to repaying the debt of gratitude for having failed as a father. Zhang Yuanqing felt utterly stuck. After much deliberation, he decided to inform Fu Qingyang. After making up his mind, Zhang Yuanqing dialed Fu Qingyang's phone number. The phone rang for a long time before it finally connected. Fu Qingyang's cold, detached voice came through the speaker: "I gave you my contact information, not to expect you to call me only at midnight." I'll try to be more mindful from now on... Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and got straight to the point: "Captain, Pang Director wants to kill me!" There was a pause on the other end before Fu Qingyang replied, "What happened?" Zhang Yuanqing then recounted his experiences today in full detail, omitting the name of the Master of the Unseen Trace, mentioning only that he knew a skilled master who had rescued him. He knew this account had inconsistencies, and Fu Qingyang would certainly notice. If Fu Qingyang pressed for further questions, he would be honest; otherwise, he would feign ignorance. "You come find me right away," Fu Qingyang said. "I'm afraid that won't be possible..." Zhang Yuanqing spoke with a weak tone, smiling slightly in resignation. "I've sustained serious injuries." "Fu Qingyang's tone suddenly grew serious: 'Are you injured?' 'I'll rest for half an hour and should be much better then, but right now, I can't move at all,' Zhang Yuanqing said. 'I'll notify Li Dongze and have his driver come pick you up,' Fu Qingyang said coldly. 'I'll resolve this matter before dawn.' How do you plan to resolve it?' Zhang Yuanqing held back the question, weakly responding, 'Thank you, Lieutenant.' After hanging up, he winced repeatedly. 'Ideally, I'd like to have Pang Senior killed; if that's not possible, then imprisonment will do.' Then, he pressed hard against the burning pain in his chest, removing the blood-stained air conditioning blanket, bedsheet, and clothes and placing them neatly in the wardrobe. After a simple cleanup of the scene, Zhang Yuanqing leaned against the head of the bed and opened his attribute panel to check his experience points. That day, after completing the Golden Water Amusement Park, his experience level had reached 23%. Later, after guiding the spirits of Heng Xing Wuxing, Xiu Hou Tianyuan, and several ordinary deceased, it had risen to 28 The malevolent spirit devoured tonight granted him an additional 5% experience points. Thus, his frailty was merely a pretense to win sympathy from Fu Qingyang. Now, he is brimming with strength, his Tai Yin energy growing more profound, and his physical constitution and skills have also improved. Half an hour later, Zhang Yuanqing quietly left his home, took the elevator downstairs, and waited outside the residential complex. Not long after, Li Dongze's business sedan arrived at the complex gate, the electric doors sliding open automatically. Twenty minutes later, Li Dongze's vehicle parked outside the Fu Family Village villa district, while another white business sedan remained parked at the entrance. As Zhang Yuanqing stepped down from the sedan, he just happened to see the window of the white sedan lowered, revealing Fu Qingyang's handsome face. He quickly approached and boarded the luxurious interior of the vehicle. Fu Qingyang glanced at him, his expression slightly easing, and said, "The self-healing ability of the Night-Wanderer is truly admirable." Before Zhang Yuanqing could respond, Fu Qingyang instructed the driver, "Let's go!" "The car roared to life and sped along the open, spacious streets. Zhang Yuanqing seized the opportunity to ask, 'Magister, what are your plans?'" Unless the Night Rose knows the truth that he is the heir of the Mage King, then it wouldn't be a murder—it would be a capture. "Do you remember the night when you were ambushed by the Unrelenting? I wasn't in Kangyang District; I went to Fenghua District, where I spotted the Black Immortal in an abandoned factory that evening." Fu Qingyang said calmly, "And the one who sought my assistance was Pang Wudi." "Did you suspect him all along?" Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback. "Not certain, so I've been observing. Your encounter tonight has confirmed my suspicions," Fu Qingyang replied.