Entering the villa's hall, Zhang Yuanqing's eyes quickly scanned the area before he sprinted towards the second floor.

He stopped at the top of the stairs. At the end of the hallway, the door remained tightly shut.

Standing guard was a burly middle-aged man, wearing a black tank top, muscles bulging, with a fierce expression. He looked like a typical thug or bodyguard from a movie.

The villa was silent except for the man guarding the door. There was no one else.

"Wang Qian's sister should be inside. Xiahou Tianyuan brought her here. Damn it, if I had her with me, I'd have the evidence and call Fu Qingyang directly."

He peeked his head out, observing the layout of the second floor. From his angle, there was a security camera pointing directly at the room where the burly man stood.

If I were Xiahou Tianyuan, I'd have someone monitoring the cameras 24/7, ready to provide immediate support in case of any anomalies. Zhang Yuanqing quietly withdrew his head.

As the Night Watch ended, he leaned against the stairwell wall, recovering his strength while contemplating his next move.

He had two options:

One: Leave quietly and inform Fu Qingyang to send someone to rescue the "hostage."

Two: Take out these robbers and rescue Wang Qian's sister.

The first option seemed safer, but involving the official Night Watch would inevitably reveal his involvement in this matter.

Xiahou Tianyuan would know that the great Yuanshi Tianzun had ruined his plan.

Before, Zhang Yuanqing wouldn't have been afraid. He had merit points and trump cards. However, with Wang Qian's sister as an example, he had to consider whether the unscrupulous Xiahou Tianyuan would investigate his identity and target his family.

Accidents, sudden deaths… those methods couldn't be handled through due process.

And he hadn't yet formulated a safe plan to assassinate Xiahou Tianyuan.

Compared to that, the second option seemed more reliable, assuming he could act swiftly without revealing his identity. Xiahou Tianyuan would first suspect the people of the Zhisha Palace, not the great Yuanshi Tianzun.

Zhang Yuanqing carefully considered the feasibility of the second option:

"Xiahou Tianyuan wouldn't send a Saint realm cultivator to guard an ordinary person. A cultivator of that level wouldn't do such menial work. The absolute maximum would be a Level 3 cultivator in charge. The Xiahou family is a 'Scholar' family, they have plenty of items. Among this group, someone must have at least one item under their control."

"The middle-aged man at the door feels like a Pyromancer. His aura is deep and powerful, while the others outside are weaker. He must be the strongest."

After weighing his options, he decided to take the risk. He would eliminate the three outside first, and then take down the man at the door before Xiahou Tianyuan's people arrived.

A Level 3 Pyromancer with an item is powerful and will be a challenge for him.

"If all else fails, I'll use the red hood. But I'll have to destroy the body…" Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself. "After all, she's the mother of my child."

He chose to rescue her single-handedly, not for Wang Qian, but half for the anger and revenge against the Xiahou family, and half for the silly girl.

Having raised her son as a spirit servant, this was his way of returning the favor.

After clarifying his thoughts, Zhang Yuanqing opened his inventory and took out the disguise ring.

He already understood the ring's functions and limitations. After putting it on, visualizing someone's appearance would transform him into that person.

The limitations were that he couldn't change gender and couldn't become more handsome than his original appearance.

[Note: Don't you know what you look like?] That's the gist of it.

Putting on the ring, Zhang Yuanqing visualized Xiahou Tianyuan's appearance. After a few seconds, his face rippled like water, and when the ripples subsided, he had turned into Xiahou Tianyuan.

Entering Night Watch, he quietly went downstairs.

In the backyard, three middle-aged men were sitting around a round table, enjoying the late spring sun, drinking beer, and eating food, chatting casually.

"Speaking of which, that woman has a pretty good figure." The pot-bellied middle-aged man facing the living room gently stroked his belly and chuckled, encouraging his companions, "Brothers, want to have some fun? Young Master Tianyuan is just using her as a bargaining chip. As long as she doesn't die, he won't care about the rest."

The two companions didn't take the bait. One ate grilled meat, the other drank beer, and said, "Sure, you can call and ask Young Master Tianyuan. If he doesn't mind, we'll go in and take care of her."

The pot-bellied middle-aged man laughed sheepishly, "I just felt bored, trying to find some fun."

His expression suddenly froze, his eyes staring straight at the living room. On the thick carpet, by the door of the living room, a pair of brand-new red dancing shoes moved, one after another.

The scene was eerie and terrifying.

The pot-bellied middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and he warned urgently, "Behind you, behind you!"

The two middle-aged men tensed up and turned their heads sharply.

While the three men's attention was drawn to the red dancing shoes, Zhang Yuanqing appeared behind the pot-bellied middle-aged man. He covered the man's mouth with his left hand and gently stroked his carotid artery with the Bloodthirsty Blade in his right hand.

The two middle-aged men heard a muffled "woo" sound and immediately turned around. They saw the pot-bellied middle-aged man's terrified expression, saw the blood gushing from his neck, and saw the young man with blood splattered on his face.

"Young Master Tianyuan?" The two men's expressions changed.

Taken by surprise, they wasted too much time. Zhang Yuanqing swung his blade and stabbed the chest of the middle-aged man on the left.

The man instinctively reached out to grab the blade, but his hand grasped at empty air. The incoming willow blade shattered like a bubble.

An illusion.

The next moment, he felt a chill in his back, and blood spurted out.

"Night… Night Wanderer?" He uttered those words in anger and unwillingness before slowly collapsing to the ground.

On the other side, just as the last kidnapper was about to react, he saw the pair of strange red dancing shoes rushing towards him, "pat-a-pat-a."

He instinctively threw a punch to meet the attack, but he heard a "crack" sound, and the bone at his wrist pierced through his skin, the fist hanging limply.

Bang bang bang!

The red dancing shoes repeatedly stomped on the kidnapper's chest with great speed and force.

The middle-aged kidnapper flew backward and never got up again.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

Zhang Yuanqing walked forward and stabbed the Bloodthirsty Blade into the chest of the last kidnapper, letting the weapon of the Enchantment Demon absorb enough blood essence.

Holding the hilt of the sword, he felt a hot and powerful energy surge into his body.

The slight fatigue brought about by the continuous use of Night Watch disappeared completely. In fact, his physical condition even surpassed his usual peak.

The passive ability of the Enchantment Demon - Bloodthirst.

Zhang Yuanqing held the Bloodthirsty Blade and swaggered into the living room. Just as he stepped onto the soft carpet, a swift burst of flame lit up at the doorway, blowing his head off.

But it was just an illusion.

The black tank-topped man didn't know when he'd put on red fingerless gloves, and his punch missed, his expression slightly stunned.

At that moment, the real Zhang Yuanqing appeared like a ghost behind the man, stabbing a knife towards his back.

The attack of the Night Wanderer was silent and unpredictable. However, the instant the tip of the knife pierced the skin and entered the muscle, the Pyromancer rolled forward with astonishing reflexes.

"Night Wanderer," the black tank-topped man said, getting up after a roll. He raised his eyebrows. "You're not Young Master Tianyuan. Who are you?"

At least he's broken his defenses. He'll keep bleeding… Zhang Yuanqing ignored the other man's words, closed the living room door, then concealed his figure, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

At the same time, he quietly took out the Toad Cauldron and kicked it under the sofa, issuing a kill order to the red dancing shoes.

Ta-ta-ta… the red dancing shoes ran toward the middle-aged man with light steps. Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to go around from the left, trying to flank the Pyromancer with the red dancing shoes.

If he had enough time, he could completely replicate his success in the underground garage killing Ou Xiangrong. Unfortunately, not every battle could have such good conditions.

"Hmph!"

The black tank-topped man snorted coldly. A raging flame surged up from the hands wearing gloves, and he punched the red dancing shoes.

He quickly experienced the helplessness of his dead companions. The flames and fists passed through the attacking dancing shoes, followed by two "bang bang" sounds, and sharp pain came from his chest.

The huge power sent his heart into a momentary standstill, and he staggered backward.

An opportunity!

Zhang Yuanqing lowered his body and darted toward the enemy like a leopard. At this moment, he saw the black tank-topped man brace himself with his heels, stabilized his body, and slammed his fists hard against his chest.

"Boom!"

Like a high-explosive grenade exploding, heat waves and shockwaves raged, sweeping across the large living room. The carpet, sofa, and wooden cabinets were ignited, and tall flames rose up.

Zhang Yuanqing was also blown away, feeling so much pain he almost fainted. His hair was curled up, his clothes were on fire, and black and red burns appeared on his face.

The black tank-topped man's face turned pale, as if he had also suffered from the backlash of the explosion. He pounced fiercely, his back muscles bulging, and his right arm pulled back with a clenched fist.

Snap! The air seemed to be torn apart.

Zhang Yuanqing, half-stunned, couldn't dodge, so he chose the correct response. He reached out and grabbed a golden bead in the void.

The next moment, the fierce fist landed on his face.

Bang bang bang - dull sounds echoed in Zhang Yuanqing's ears, each punch landing heavier than the last on his face and chest.

He seemed to have forgotten to resist, staggering backward, and even his steps were extremely heavy, as if he were carrying a mountain on his shoulders.

An earthy yellow halo covered his body, rippling in small circles. The power of the punches passed through the defense of the "Steadfast One" bead, pouring down on him. It hurt, but he could bear it.

Ta-ta-ta!

The red dancing shoes arrived to rescue their useless master, landing two heavy kicks on the Pyromancer's waist.

Zhang Yuanqing finally seized the opportunity, immediately retracted the bead, held the knife forward, and stabbed the Pyromancer's abdomen.

At this moment, the black tank-topped man's body spontaneously combusted and disappeared in front of Zhang Yuanqing.

The next second, he appeared in the flames not far behind Zhang Yuanqing.

Fire Travel!

After the black tank-topped man materialized, he immediately kicked out a ball of blazing fire.

With scorching wind coming from behind, Zhang Yuanqing lunged forward as quickly as possible, letting the fireball fly past his head and crash into the wall not far away with a "boom," leaving a large patch of charred black.

He had just fallen down and hadn't had time to enter Night Watch when the second and third fireballs came one after another.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled sideways, avoiding the first fireball, but was hit by the second on his waist. His clothes instantly caught fire, and a burning pain struck.

Bang bang!

Two more flying kicks gave him a chance to breathe again. Zhang Yuanqing's rolling figure disappeared.

The black tank-topped man dodged a frontal stomp and suddenly felt a chill on his head. Then, he caught a glimpse of the Night Wanderer, disguised as Young Master Tianyuan, quietly appearing on the left, swinging his knife horizontally.

"Hmph, ghostly tricks!"

This time, he did not take the initiative to meet the attack, but flicked out a stream of fire with his finger, easily shooting through the ambushing Night Wanderer, causing him to turn into a bubble and dissipate.

But at this moment, the black tank-topped man's vision went dark, and he lost his sight.

He felt a chill in his heart. Without hesitation, he slammed his fists together at his chest, creating a terrifying flame and shockwave.

Boom!

The shockwave shattered the TV, overturned the potted plants, and the living room burst into flames.

The black tank-topped man who wasn't ambushed breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, his vision returned, and the chill on his head was gone.

Suddenly, an itch crept up his throat, and he couldn't help but cough. The more he coughed, the itchier it became. The black tank-topped man bent over, coughing until his face was red, coughing until he collapsed, his limbs aching and numb.

The red dancing shoes seized the opportunity and attacked frantically, stomping on the black tank-topped man again and again.

In the stairwell leading to the second floor, Zhang Yuanqing quietly watched all this, with a "tearful" round infant beside his feet. The little guy was pulling at his master's trouser leg, and pointing at the middle-aged man in black with his other finger, complaining that he had been frightened by him just now.

Just now, it was Little Doubi who had been lying on the Pyromancer's head, and Zhang Yuanqing manipulated him to steal his vision.

The purpose was to force the black tank-topped man to use the "explosion" again, because Zhang Yuanqing had keenly realized that this was a tactic that injured both sides.

All of this was a prelude to the "poisoning." When the knife pierced the back of the black tank-topped man, Zhang Yuanqing came up with a fighting style.

A fighting style that used the red dancing shoes and the Bloodthirsty Blade to inflict damage, and the Toad Cauldron as the killing move.

The poison of the Toad Cauldron continuously evaporates. In theory, taking a breath would cause poisoning, but the initial toxin was weak, and ordinary people could withstand it.

So it needed time to accumulate.

But if the target's physical condition was very bad, very weak, his immunity would definitely decline.

Therefore, he formulated a plan to consume the enemy with the red dancing shoes and the Bloodthirsty Blade's bleeding, and then let the Toad Cauldron end the battle.

And he had just used the Toad Cauldron so boldly, not gambling, but confident that his immunity would be stronger than the Pyromancer's. The Night Wanderer's powerful vitality and self-healing ability were his confidence.

The Pyromancer did not have such passive skills.

Seeing that the Pyromancer had finally stopped moving under the trampling of the red dancing shoes, Zhang Yuanqing was still not at ease and used the willow knife as a flying knife, throwing it with force.

The sharp blade was nailed into the opponent's abdomen, and only then did he feel relieved. Without delay, he groped for the Toad Cauldron under the overturned sofa and put the item, which was made of bronze and ebony, back into his inventory.

Then, he successively retrieved the Bloodthirsty Blade and the red dancing shoes, as well as the pair of gloves on the Pyromancer's hands.

At this time, the fire had already begun to spread, burning fiercely, with a tendency to engulf the entire living room.

Zhang Yuanqing seized the time, rushed to the second floor, jumped high, and smashed the security camera with a punch.

Deng deng deng… He ran in the corridor paved with elm wood flooring and soon came to the door. Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's pupils contracted sharply, staring fixedly at the edge of the door.

A cell phone was lying quietly there, the screen lit up, maintaining a call.

The caller - Xiahou Tianyuan!