Why is he here? Damn, why did he appear at Songhai University?

Zhang Yuanqing's heart inevitably accelerated, adrenaline surged wildly, as if he had encountered a white-browed tiger while walking in the deep mountains and forests. He stood still, his brain working frantically.

—Is it a coincidence that the Magic Eye appeared at Songhai University?

If not, then he must be here for me. Given my age, as a twenty-something native of Songhai, it's highly likely that I would attend university. Back then, I killed Ou Xiangrong at Songhai University. Although this matter was not widely publicized, many of the official practitioners at the Songhai branch knew about it. With the status and abilities of the Magic Eye, it's not difficult for him to have obtained this information.

I remember that the Magic Eye King has the ability to "identify" spirit realm practitioners, and he found Kou Beiyue through similar means. The Magic Eye King has most likely been investigating Songhai University many times without my knowledge. Fortunately, I haven't been to school much these days, and I inadvertently escaped a disaster. Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Calm down, calm down. The Magic Eye doesn't know me. Fu Qingyang analyzed that his ability to identify spirit realm practitioners is a certain skill that needs to be actively used, rather than a passive skill that exists at all times. Pretend to be a passerby, then slip away from the back door. I can't come to school anymore in the future." Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, put on a mask from his pocket while maintaining a relaxed and casual pace, and sent a message to Fu Qingyang, Guan Ya, and Li Dongze:

"Help!! The Magic Eye King is at the gate of Songhai University!!" His eyes were calm, and the fingers typing the message were as steady as an old dog, hiding all the raging storms and hurricanes in his heart.

After sending the message, Zhang Yuanqing calmly put away his phone, kept his eyes straight ahead, and continued walking towards the Magic Eye King, who was wearing a headband and sweeping the floor. One step, two steps, three steps...

Finally, he passed by the Magic Eye King, who was focused on sweeping the floor, and was indifferent to the students coming and going around him, lacking attention. Zhang Yuanqing tried his best to hold his breath, not showing any slight reactions of relief or relaxation.

It wasn't until he crossed the square at the school gate and turned into a secluded path leading to the teaching building that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That was too scary, too scary. If the Magic Eye King doesn't leave, I won't be able to sleep or eat in peace. This guy needs evidence to kill, and I believe he has already sent people to investigate me. He should know that I am a law-abiding citizen, but he still came to Songhai University to scout, which means he doesn't want to let me go.

Evil professions are just that—evil. They have flexible moral boundaries. What evidence for killing? It's all nonsense, right? As Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart, he quickly moved forward, planning to leave from the back door of the school.

At that moment, a light and airy voice came from behind, with a sunny smile: "Do you know me?"

Zhang Yuanqing's steps stopped, and his body suddenly stiffened. Then, his neck, like a rusty gear, slowly turned. The path was lined with trees, and the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled light spots.

In these scattered and flickering light spots, a young man with a headband around his forehead, leaning on a broom, looked at him with a smile. "Are you talking to me?"

Zhang Yuanqing's emotions exploded in his heart, but the more anxious he felt, the more expressionless he became. The Magic Eye King leaned on the broom and said, "Your abnormality at the school gate was too obvious. Of course, this is not your fault. For us ancient war gods, any movement on the battlefield is extremely vivid. There were too many people at the school gate, so it wasn't convenient to act directly, so I followed you all the way here."

"Tsk tsk, how could a student at Songhai University know me? What's even more coincidental is that I'm looking for a guy named Yuan Shi Tianzun recently, and he's also a student at Songhai University. Could it be you?"

Without thinking, Zhang Yuanqing instinctively wanted to use Night Travel and escape.

But at that moment, the Magic Eye King took off the headband from his forehead. "I need to confirm whether you are a spirit realm practitioner."

As the headband slipped off, a red eye socket and a pale gold vertical eye were exposed. This eye was cold and ruthless, filled with evil and chaos, turning slowly. "Boom!"

At the sight of the vertical eye, Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts exploded, shattering into countless chaotic fragments. There was no pain, no fear, as if returning to the most primitive silence.

But in reality, his face became distorted and twisted, tears of blood flowed from his eye sockets, and the power of the Taiyin within his body went out of control, destroying the vitality of his body and turning it into a Yin corpse. "Roar!"

Suddenly, a clear and vigorous dragon chant echoed in Zhang Yuanqing's sea of consciousness.The sound of the dragon's roar seemed to have the magical power to cleanse the soul, pulling his soul back from the brink of collapse, his thoughts reassembled, and his mind suddenly clear. He regained consciousness and saw the terrifying vertical eye of the Demon Eye King a few meters away. It was still terrifying, but somehow not as frightening as before.

What was that dragon's roar just now? Zhang Yuanqing was both confused and pleasantly surprised, but he didn't have time to ponder it. He quickly used Night Travel to enter stealth mode and ran away. "Interesting!"

The Demon Eye King did not pursue, but instead smirked, "A small place like Songhai University actually hides a Rain Master."

A mournful wind raged, and the sky was covered in dark clouds, shrouding the world in darkness.

The fierce wind covered the area, causing the greenery around the Demon Eye King to bend and the trees to appear as if they were about to break. Students nearby were thrown about, and even the light-weight girls were blown away, their screams filling the air.

The glass of nearby buildings shattered one by one. In this apocalyptic storm, the vertical eye on the Demon Eye King's forehead shed tears of blood, completely reviving. Starting from the eye sockets, twisted black lines spread rapidly across the Demon Eye King's body, like tattoos.

"Hey, hey, hey," the Demon Eye King leaned on a broom, "I don't mind fighting, but if it affects innocent people, I'll be angry." He cracked a mad, sinister smile.

"Phew, phew, phew..."

Zhang Yuanqing, with his severely injured body, exerted the utmost limit he had never reached in his life, running out of Songhai University towards the direction of Fu's family bay.

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His speed surpassed that of speeding cars, drawing astonished gazes from passersby. Some even took out their phones to film, but by the time they took out their phones, he had already disappeared. After running for who knows how far, Zhang Yuanqing stopped in a secluded park.

He collapsed on the grass, his chest heaving violently, gasping for air. After two or three minutes, his breathing became more regular, and he finally gathered some energy to assess his condition.

The greatest trauma was to his soul, as if it had been shattered and reassembled, causing the most intense headache he had ever experienced. Then there were multiple injuries to his internal organs, and his body temperature was extremely low, a result of the uncontrolled chaos of the Taiyin power.

"Just a glance almost killed me. This is the bewitching demon of the Dominator Realm. If he hadn't intended to kill me, I wouldn't have had any chance to resist and would have been turned to ashes." Zhang Yuanqing shuddered for a moment, recalling the dragon's roar that had saved him.

"Who helped me? To cast a spell that interrupted the Demon Eye King, it must be a Dominator-level expert. I remember Guan Ya or Fu Qingyang mentioned that there was an elder at Songhai University. The fierce wind and dragon's roar... I don't know which profession that elder belongs to, but it's definitely not a Fire Master."

At that moment, a sharp ringing came from his pocket.

I need to change this annoying ringtone! Zhang Yuanqing's heart stopped for a moment, and he took out his phone. The caller ID showed: Fu Qingyang!

He quickly answered, and Fu Qingyang's voice came through the speaker with a sense of relief, "It seems that the elder of the Water God Palace intervened just in time."

Does that mean the Centurion informed him? Zhang Yuanqing's heart stirred. "Did the Centurion inform him?"

Fu Qingyang responded with a simple "Hmm," and then changed the subject without any hint of pride, "Have you exposed your identity?"

"Yes," Zhang Yuanqing replied wearily. He had used Night Travel to escape the scene, and the Demon Eye King would definitely have seen through it. As a student of Songhai University and a Night Travel God, it wouldn't be hard for him to be identified.

Fu Qingyang pondered for a moment, "Your student records were destroyed and classified as confidential when you joined the Five Elements Alliance. It would be difficult for the Demon Eye to find your family address through that channel. But you haven't disclosed your address to your classmates, have you?"

After a moment of recollection, Zhang Yuanqing shook his head, "No."

Even if the Demon Eye King knows I'm a student at Songhai University, he doesn't know that I'm Zhang Yuanqing. And there wouldn't be any information about Zhang Yuanqing in the school records. As long as I don't go to school in the future, the Demon Eye will have a hard time finding me in the short term. But this is not a long-term solution. This guy is so annoying.

Zhang Yuanqing felt a surge of anger. It was Li Xianzong who had tried to kill him first, and he had every right to fight back. The Demon Eye King was bullying the weak, shamelessly. No, the leader of the Stop Killing Palace should be the one to bear this responsibility.

The Demon Eye came to Songhai with the intention of killing her, and he was just a side target. If it weren't for the assassination of the Palace Master, the Demon Eye King wouldn't have come all the way to Songhai for a small fry like him. This annoying woman.Fu Qingyang said, "You've already been caught by the Demon Eye. Given his modus operandi, I estimate that within a week, he'll be able to find your home. I'll urge the elders to wrap things up quickly and deal with him."

A week to find my home? Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill in his heart, "What if the elders can't deal with him?"

I'm afraid it's the elders who might get dealt with. Fu Qingyang pondered, "Then you'll be in danger. My plan is to find a way to shield your aura so the Demon Eye can't find you. If you were a Saint-level Night Wanderer, perhaps you could do it, but now we can only rely on artifacts. Such artifacts are quite rare, and the Songhai branch doesn't have them in stock. I will apply to the headquarters for the loan of a similar artifact, if they have one."

The Demon Eye's carpet-style search will eventually find Yuan, and if we can shield against the Demon Eye's methods, perhaps we can avoid disaster.

The application process is cumbersome, and just waiting for a reply takes several days. What if the artifact doesn't arrive before the Demon Eye finds me, and what if the headquarters doesn't have it? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but grumble.

"Thank you, Centurion." After expressing his gratitude, the two ended the call. Zhang Yuanqing immediately sent messages to Guan Ya and Li Dongze to report his safety. He looked around, saw no one nearby, and quietly took out the Demon-Subduing Staff, gently stabbing it into his thigh.

A burst of brilliant golden light erupted, performing a virus scan on his body.

A faint golden glow flashed in the depths of Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, and under the purifying power, his mind became exceptionally clear. He suddenly thought of someone—Bill Tarantino.

This foreign practitioner of the Void profession came to Songhai for trade and must have a large inventory on hand. Ling Jun had said that the inventory of the Merchants' Guild was the most diverse among all the spiritual realm organizations in the world. Fu Qingyang could make a purchase on behalf of the organization for an aura-shielding artifact, but that would put the Centurion at a disadvantage in the negotiations. Moreover, if the branch made the purchase, the artifact would belong to the organization, and I could only borrow it. An artifact capable of shielding one's aura is worth acquiring; it would not be a loss to buy it, and later, if it's no longer needed, it could be sold to the Songhai branch. I should go to Mr. Tarantino myself. Although this would let Mr. Tarantino know that I am a spiritual realm practitioner.

But Zhang Yuanqing felt that Mr. Tarantino probably already had an inkling, as injuries that require blue pills to heal are mostly related to spiritual realm practitioners. Both Void and Lust are orderly professions, and with Mr. Tarantino's philosophy of traveling the world, his connections and status, surely he has a wide circle of friends. To him, I am just one among many.

So letting him know about my identity as a spiritual realm practitioner is not a big issue. Hmm, but I can't reveal my spiritual realm ID, after all, the status of Yuan the Celestial Venerable in Songhai is extraordinary, too well-known. With that thought, Zhang Yuanqing dialed Bill Tarantino's number.

"Dudu~" After a few seconds, the call connected, and Annie's gentle voice came through: "Hello, may I ask who's speaking?"

She spoke in a foreign language.

Who's speaking? Didn't she save my number? You two foreigners don't take this Celestial Venerable seriously at all. Zhang Yuanqing replied in a foreign language: "Miss Annie, it's me, the son of Chen Shu."

There was probably a silence of two or three seconds on the other end before Annie finally remembered who he was, her voice warmly eager: "May I ask what you need?"

"I'd like to purchase some items from Mr. Tarantino."

"Have you decided to spend ten million to buy the pills for the group information?" Annie asked excitedly. What are you thinking! Zhang Yuanqing neither denied nor confirmed, and said solemnly:

"I'd like to meet with Mr. Tarantino, right now, if it's convenient."

"Of course!" Annie agreed cheerfully: "Do you need me to send a driver to pick you up?"

"No need."