A theatrical mishap left everyone disinterested. With such an incident unfolding, the hotel owner himself now faced mounting pressure, urgently summoning the general manager to not only offer sincere apologies but also waive the meal charges. "Old fox, with just a few sentences, he's already kicked the ball over to Qin Feng, as if he's begging to take on the mission." "You're a cultivator, aren't you?" The elder didn't wait for a reply before continuing, "Cultivators have always been a rather secretive group in our Chinese nation. This organization holds immense power, yet the vast majority of its members choose to remain detached from fame and fortune, focusing solely on cultivation. To them, nothing is more important than ascending to the heavens!" Qin, the young noble, grew impatient and said, "Could you just get to the point? All the things you're saying are common knowledge—don't treat me like a student!" Faced with this direct criticism from his junior, Wei Qingtian blushed slightly and replied, "Then your mission is simply this: infiltrate the cultivator's organization and persuade them to serve the nation!" Huh—this is really simple. If you know they value tranquility and detachment, then why should they set aside their cultivation to lend a hand for you? Moreover, if one merely serves the country, perhaps others might still consider it. But plainly, you're a politician—basically serving your ruling elite. Why should anyone else give you a second thought? Immortals are inherently proud; who would willingly serve as a mere foot soldier, constantly being summoned and directed around? He really wanted to ask: "Did Old Wei take his medicine this morning? How come he hasn't slept yet and is already talking nonsense?" My joining the Special Operations Unit was entirely due to your beloved granddaughter's insistence, plus the circumstances at the time. Without these two factors, I would never have ended up working under her. Perhaps feeling that his demands were a bit excessive, the old man quickly replied, "Actually, your immortals aren't entirely detached from the world or completely indifferent to worldly affairs. Throughout history, there have been several large-scale instances of immortals entering official service—such as during the Han Wu Dynasty, and later, the Zhenguan Reign under the Tang Dynasty. These great eras of prosperity were made possible precisely because of the significant contributions of countless immortals, who helped shape the reigns of great emperors like Wu Di and Taizong." Editor, keep going—how come you never mention that every era of prosperity in Chinese history had immortals playing a supporting role? If that's true, then why are there not a single record of it in history? Seeing that he remained unconvinced, the old man immediately added, "History is often rewritten. Whenever a dynasty changes hands, the victors' first priority is to revise history—refining their own image and suppressing their rivals!" "Then, what did Mao Zedong do after he established his rule?" Qin Feng would always ask questions that seemed oddly out of place. Wei Qingtian blushed and changed the subject, saying, "Dongfang Shuo during the Han Wu Di period and Xu Maogong during the Tang Taizong's reign were all cultivators—only their identities remained hidden from later generations. In addition to them, there were numerous others who assisted from the sidelines. In fact, it has proven that with the help of cultivators, a prosperous era could arrive swiftly and last for a long time. Since the founding of the Huaxia state, although we have consistently been striving to catch up, we still fall significantly behind certain major powers, and many of our former advantages have now vanished. To achieve rapid development once again seems almost impossible. Wei Qingtian, eager to make a mark, only then thought of the cultivators. Though he wasn't entirely confident, he wasn't unwilling to try—historical precedents of success still held strong appeal." Fortunately, the granddaughter had just absorbed a cultivator, so he immediately rushed over. All the previous pressures—marriage demands, awards, invitations—had been merely preparations for this moment. Qin Dashi spread his hands: "I'm self-taught, and I've never had any direct contact with these cultivators. How can I possibly help you recruit someone?" The elder smiled right away: "I've already thought of this. Now you have the chance to join their ranks. All you need to do is get to know them well—whether through emotion or logic—just bring them back to me!" Wow, how much I've admired Hu Muqing's habit of creating challenges for her own people—this trait is absolutely inherited from you. Truly, the top doesn't set the standard, and the bottom follows suit. Qin Feng felt that joining the special operations team had already been a disadvantage; now, stepping into the elder's well-planned pit, he'd hardly have any personal freedom left. "Little Feng, this is also a great opportunity for you to become part of the cultivator community." "Old man began to patiently instruct: 'I know this won't be easy, but as the old saying goes, 'as long as you work hard enough, even a rusted iron rod can be ground into a needle.' As long as you accept this task, everything else will fall into place!'" "Miss He was almost crying, how could it be like this? I'm your granddaughter, aren't I? Haha, Qin Young Sir was delighted—didn't you always have such confidence? Now that your grandfather stands by me, what do you think? "Mr. Elder, you should know that immortals in the cultivation world live very long lives, and it takes more than just a few days to earn their trust." He continued making his requests: "Therefore, after I accept this assignment, no one—under any circumstances—shall urge or interfere with my work. On this matter, I'll communicate solely with you. Is that acceptable?" The old man was open-minded, and honestly, he didn't feel confident handing this over to anyone else. He nodded and said: "Agreed!"