When Lin Caivui heard that Sun Cheng was the thief of the Imperial Seal, she was shocked—outside crisp, inside tender. "Impossible! He's a cultivator. Why would he steal such a national treasure? Just because the Seal is worth billions?" Lin's eyes widened in astonishment. Qin Dashi shrugged. "I find it strange too, but the facts clearly prove he did it!" Lin still wasn't fully convinced. "Even if the Seal is worth several hundred million, it wouldn't justify a cultivator making such a sacrifice. Cultivators live far beyond ordinary human lifespans—something that can't be measured in value. Stealing a national treasure from the secular world would severely damage Sun Cheng's reputation in the cultivation circles. He might even be abandoned by his sect, or have his cultivation abilities completely undermined. Unless he's a fool, no one would make such a move!" Qin Feng chuckled, thinking how fortunate his friend was not to have joined the cultivation world—otherwise, he'd surely be just as constrained. He analyzed, "So, Sun Cheng wasn't after money, was he? Maybe there's some hidden secret inside the seal!" "Possible," Lin Beauty nodded. He grasped the beauty's small hand, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" The herdsman sped off from the school, just as he reached the main gate and encountered Chen the Elder pushing his bicycle. The elder shook his head at the car, "These modern people—how can they never find peace? Wait, that doesn't seem right. That bicycle looks familiar!" Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the very one his daughter had been shaken by during the previous incident. Ignoring his own dignity, the elder burst into furious protest, "You! Stop right there! I'm going to have a serious talk with you!" Lin Beauty, seated on the car, glanced through the rearview mirror at the elder leaping and jumping about, and exclaimed in surprise, "What is Old Dad doing now?" "Qin Dashi saw this and sighed with a look of resignation, saying, 'I think he's issued a duel challenge to me. This old man is just so stubborn. Good thing we left in time; otherwise, it would have been quite a hassle!' The security guard at the door had no idea what had happened and thought the car had just collided with Professor Chen. He hurried over to ask, 'Professor Chen, are you all right?' The elder scholar glanced at the guard, helped himself up from his bicycle, and remarked with a sniff, 'I'm absolutely fine!' Then, with his head held high, he strode off, more dignified than usual. The two guards exchanged glances, wondering what had come over Professor Chen—after all, such a refined scholar, what could there be to be proud about? When Qin Feng arrived at the gathering point, He Muqing was already there too. Dozens of military police stood in neat formation, fully equipped and armed with rifles. There were also a few reporters from television stations, along with cameramen carrying their equipment." Qin Da was slightly taken aback and asked, "Director, don't you find reporters annoying? Why are you calling them over?" The Director smiled and said, "Don't worry—people like us won't appear on television. There are two objectives: first, to publicly inform the public that we've caught the thief; second, to make this matter known throughout the cultivation world, so that young Sun doesn't find himself in a desperate situation!" Qin Feng's eyes lit up—this was clearly shaping Sun Cheng into a "star." He gave the Director a solid thumbs-up. Upon hearing the commotion below, Sun Cheng first put down the jade seal he was studying and walked to the window. There, he was stunned. Hundreds of police officers and military guards had gathered downstairs, and there were snipers stationed at several elevated positions. Several cameramen were already filming toward this very spot. Only now did he realize the police were targeting him specifically. "Good heavens," he thought, "I should have moved immediately when the police first arrived." He couldn't help but become flustered. Although he had several ways to escape, it was now broad daylight, and he absolutely couldn't use magic or summon his flying sword. He rubbed the Na-jing ring on his right middle finger, called forth the flying sword, held it briefly, then thought again and put it back. He stepped swiftly and rushed out the door. Below, Shu, the police officer, waved her hand and issued the command: "Action begins! The assault team goes up to seize the suspect. The rest of the departments take their positions and ensure the suspect is captured!" The six-member special police assault team moved toward the building. The cameraman tracked the team's movements, while a reporter provided live commentary: "The high-profile case of the national treasure theft, which had been making headlines recently, has finally yielded leads. Now, police and military personnel are jointly launching an operation to arrest the suspect..." Inside the command vehicle, Shu remained calm and composed, like a fisherman at ease. Soon, the assault team reported: "The room is empty—no one is there!" "How could that be? The suspect has been under constant surveillance—the very idea that he would simply vanish and continue to evade detection is impossible. We must keep searching," said the young police officer firmly. A few minutes later, the assault team transmitted a clear message: "Following a second search, no suspect has been found. We request to withdraw." At the side, the leader remained composed, his expression grave: "The suspect must have some secret strategy—otherwise, how could he have disappeared so completely? I'm going to issue a nationwide, top-tier wanted notice. I want every single person to remember the name Sun Cheng!" The young police officer reluctantly issued the order for the assault team to withdraw. Six military police officers began descending the stairs. As they passed the second-floor rest platform, one of them remarked, "That's odd—I remember seeing this large cardboard box on the fourth floor. Now it's here on the second floor. Must I have mistaken something?" "It's definitely you," said a colleague. "This is a large cardboard box, nearly two meters tall," he added. "Wait—let's check that box." "Shu Ya, just after putting down her earphones, called out. Thud... thump... The sounds of a struggle came through the earphones, lasting only a few seconds before settling into quiet. Five of the six military police officers were knocked unconscious, and the remaining one lost his strength, reporting the situation in a weary tone. He Muqing picked up her phone: "Qin Feng, Sun Cheng is trying to escape—take care of him!" "Don't worry, leader. I'll definitely bring back the Imperial Seal," came Qin Feng's characteristic lazy voice through the speaker. Shu, the young officer, looked disappointed. She had expected a smooth capture of the suspect, but the outcome turned out to be such a setback. The leader smiled and said, "It's not over yet. I'm confident Qin Feng will bring Sun Cheng in!" "Of course, Xiao Feng will succeed—I'm certain," Shu's confidence instantly returned. Sun Cheng moved swiftly, successfully evading the sniper stationed at a higher position, and in a few strides, reached a street that was usually deserted. "You're still too green to catch me," he murmured. "Really?" Qin Feng suddenly appeared behind him, smiling. "Then let's rephrase that—instead of us being green, it's you who's green!"