In the darkness, Qin Feng pushed his speed to the absolute limit. Eight Zero E-book A silhouette streaked past, his feet lightly touching the tips of grass, his form even leaving faint afterimages. That's the advantage of cultivation—though at present his level was still low, insufficient to cast spells or perform the legendary feat of walking from roof to roof, his physical agility surpassed that of ordinary people by several times. After pursuing for some time, he began to doubt whether the one being chased was Wu Dong at all. Wu's grandson had been shot—how could he possibly run so fast? Qin, the young noble, had given his utmost effort and managed only to stay within striking distance. Could it be the Vajra? Possibly—then he had to keep chasing. He spread his legs, gritting his teeth and accelerating further. After struggling hard to close the gap, the figure ahead suddenly surged forward, once again hurling him far behind. Yaya, this is absolutely insane! My speed's even approaching Bolt's, yet I'm being left behind—how is that fair? After gritting my teeth and pushing through for over ten minutes, I finally couldn't go on anymore. I bent over, stood by the roadside, gasping for breath. It wasn't that Qin Feng was slow or lacked endurance. After a straight sprint of over twenty minutes, even a professional track athlete would struggle to match that. Is the other guy even human? Shh... Shh... Qin, the young lord, was ready to give up. You're running so fast—how about you just keep going? I can't catch up with you, so why do you stop when I stop? What's the point? With one hand gripping his waist and the other pointing toward where the sound was coming from, he shouted angrily, "What kind of monster are you? Show yourself!" "If you're a man, we'll face off head-on—should I blink even once, you'll be my grandson. If you're a woman, that'll be even easier—let me show you how to make it in the bed, and I'll guarantee you'll be satisfied, even if I end up exhausted to the very last drop of energy. I'd never resort to such pedestrian, unbecoming remarks if I could catch up with you. But just a few words and I've already managed to rile you up—seems a bit shaky. Shhh... shhh... Huff... huff... Qin Dashi stared wide-eyed, thinking: Is the legendary Vairocana really this touchy? Is she even upset? Records indicate that Vairocana, the foremost among the Four Pillars of the Birth Gate, is actually a woman. As for her age and appearance, however, no one knows. What's certain is that Vairocana has established her reputation for a long time. Thus, Qin Feng has repeatedly questioned whether she's a senior lady—perhaps even in her forties, at the very least a mature, accomplished woman." What if she were an unattractive older woman, took his earlier words literally, and insisted on having a full three rounds of passionate bed combat—wouldn't that be tragic? As this thought crossed his mind, Qin's legs involuntarily trembled. He found himself murmuring, "Why don't we just make a quick exit?" He wanted to run, but it was too late. Huff... A dark silhouette soared upward, its flowing sleeves sweeping past two meters in length, making it impossible to tell whether it was a long coat or a long dress. Once it reached a certain height, the silhouette suddenly turned and swooped toward Qin Feng. "Whoa! A ghost!" Qin was covered in gooseflesh—someone who had seen countless life-and-death moments could hardly be startled by anything, let alone this. He turned and fled, now running faster than ever before. The dark silhouette followed closely behind, with a white skeletal head leading the way. The circular eye sockets glowed with a serene blue light, casting an especially eerie atmosphere. He ran nonstop for several kilometers, and the shadow followed steadily, occasionally emitting chilling sounds—the clashing of its upper and lower rows of teeth. Qin Feng suddenly stopped and turned, shouting, "What in the world do you want? I'll stay with you till the end. Just draw a line, then—I simply can't outrun you." At the same time, he held his rifle in one hand and the Fire Meteor in the other, ready to fight at any moment. He never expected the young Shōro from the Small Gate to possess such abilities—when floating in the air, his body didn't even touch the ground, which far surpassed the legendary light-footed skills described in Chinese legends. If Qin Feng had already reached the level of a master of light-footedness, then this Shōro had certainly achieved the rank of flying and traversing the heavens. "Jie-jie... Jie-jie..." The skeleton head chuckled, a sound that made one's teeth itch. "You're such a naive youngster! Didn't you say you wanted to have bedchamber intercourse with me? Well, I've already got everything ready... Jie-jie..." "Hee-hee… To be so clean and pure, it's absolutely hilarious! You're dating two girls at the same time, plus maintaining romantic ambiguity with three more young women—this is what you call traditional?" The skeleton head seemed to have heard the most magnificent joke ever. Nonsense—what else could it be traditional? "The traditional Chinese custom is three wives and four concubines. My friend, I'm simply upholding the noble virtues of our ancestors. What's wrong with that?" Qin Feng suddenly realized something and pointed at it: "You're not Chinese, aren't you? Take off your mask. Even if we have to fight to the death, why not reveal your true face? Unless you're afraid I'll defeat you." "Little spirit, you've always been my underdog!" A female voice spoke, though not quite fluent in standard Chinese. Qin, the young lord, was completely stunned. He knew this voice so well—he had heard it countless times on the Island of Death. He immediately charged forward, arms outstretched, embracing her, and shouted: "Commander—it's you!" It really is you! I'm so delighted to see you. Do you know, I've been thinking of you every single day... cough, cough—could you please take off your mask? It's absolutely hideous." At the moment when he held her, her body finally settled from floating to standing firmly on the ground, she huffed, "I'm not taking it off. You little nuisance! You nearly killed me as a commander, yet you still dare to boast that you think of me every day." This person was Isabella, the immortal commander of the Death Island, who had originally remained hidden in the shadows, intending to lend her support to Qin Feng when he faced danger—only to be mistaken by the young man for one of the Four Great Pillars, the Shura. He seized her mask firmly and pulled it downward. "No!" Isabella caught his wrist with greater speed, shaking her head and saying, "My face has already become quite unattractive."