Below, a group of reporters had been waiting patiently, hoping to capture the moment the thief was caught—yet by the time they arrived, only a group of military personnel emerged empty-handed from the building entrance. At that moment, an officer with a large belly walked up, held up a first-class wanted notice to the camera, and said in his crisp, duck-like voice, "We have confirmed that the person responsible for the theft of national treasures is this individual, named Sun Cheng. His official identity is a transfer student from the Department of Arts at a university in Plain City. His age and true identity remain unknown. We are now issuing a nationwide warrant for his arrest. A reward of 500,000 yuan will be offered to anyone who can provide verifiable information!" The reporters immediately began asking questions, all focused on why the operation had failed. The officer with the large belly smoothly explained the situation, easily deflecting the journalists' inquiries. Shu, the young officer, stuck her head out from the roof of the command vehicle and said, "Director He, Xiao Feng and the team have gone missing—definitely, they've caught up with Sun Cheng!" "Leader He also stuck his head out and said, 'It really seems necessary to recruit several more cultivators into the team. I can't even imagine how we'd manage the mission without Qin Feng. By the way, Jingjing, could you kindly recommend us to Lín Cǎiwēi and the immortal instructor Isabella? If either of them joins us, our combat strength could double!' Shū, the police officer, shrugged and replied, 'Qin Feng mentioned he doesn't want all his family members working in the same unit.' Leader He's eyes sparkled, realizing that the initiative lay with Qin Feng—once he secured his son, the women around him would naturally follow. That's it—our main focus should be on him. On the street, Sun Shèng looked coldly at first at the woman in front, then back at Qin Feng, and said, 'With just you two trying to stop me, you're simply dreaming!' 'Last time,' he added, 'it was you who were driven to retreat in defeat after we teamed up.' "Qin Feng replied, "Since there's a first, there will surely be a second. As a cultivator, to steal a national treasure—how could you fail to gain fame this time?" Sun Cheng gritted his teeth, saying, "As long as I'm willing to run, no one can stop me. Don't think too highly of yourselves!" "Then let's find out," Lin Nü didn't bother to say much more, simply summoning her long sword at her side. Qin Feng also drew out his pistol, his dagger at his waist turned to ash, and was ready to launch an attack at any moment. "Then let's see who truly stands on solid ground. I want to make you understand clearly that the gap in rank is unbridgeable." He summoned his flying sword, the ancient-looking blade circling around his body. "Lightning Seal!" Qin Feng shouted. Sun Cheng sneered, thinking, "I've already been fooled once before. Do you really think I'll fall twice in the same spot?" Crackle— A bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere, rushing swiftly toward Sun Cheng. Sun Cheng was startled, hastily dodging, yet still struck on his right back, causing half his body to go numb. Thump, thump, thump... Qin Feng took the opportunity to fire bullets, while Lin Caivi launched her attack from ahead. Now in a state of panic, Sun Cheng managed to deflect Lin's attacks with his flying swords, slightly bending his legs, ready to retreat—only to suffer setbacks the moment he made contact, which made him hesitate to press on. As long as he could escape safely, he could easily deflect the charges from the secular world, simply by not admitting fault himself, and with the support of his sect, no one would be able to mount a serious challenge. Whoosh... His body shot upward like a cannonball, already having planned his escape route—there was a perfect spot at about fifty meters high where he could gain leverage, allowing him to clear the next leap and break free from both Qin Feng and Lin Caivi. Just as his foot touched the leverage point and he was about to generate power, a gust of cool wind blew in from the side. He exhaled deeply, a strong sense of crisis surging through him. He turned to see a dark figure flash by, followed by a sudden coolness at his right wrist. Then, completing the leverage motion, he smoothly planted both feet on the flying sword, only to find his right wrist severed at the base, his right arm now descending steadily toward the ground. Ah! He cried out in pain, instinctively clutching the bare lower portion of his right arm with his left hand, yet blood still poured forth uncontrollably. On the opposite roof, Isabella held the blade Saraville, concealed in the shadows. She had clearly observed that Sun Cheng’s flying sword had emerged from his right hand’s talisman, thus causing the severance of his right arm. “Sun,” Qin Feng shouted, “come down and keep fighting—you’re going to die today!” Though his right arm was severed, he certainly wouldn’t give up. Yet he didn’t fully understand Isabella. What if he couldn’t overcome her? With just Qin Feng and Lin Caivé already posing a challenge, the situation would be enough to worry him. Sun Cheng braced himself and chose to flee, the flying sword carrying him swiftly until he became just a small black dot in the sky. Qin Feng stepped on the severed hand he had left behind, shaking his head and saying, "This guy truly knows how to endure hardship and bear adversity. Vivian, how did he manage to transform someone else's nagi into his own? You must know the method, right?" Qin Da xixi smiled, "I don't just want to claim the items inside—I also intend to take the naja as my own. You must have a way, right? It's not that I'm greedy; my sisters at home haven't even received the naja yet. As head of the household, I can't simply ignore that!" Lin Meiren whispered, "First, drip the master's blood onto it. Once the naja is opened, then drip someone else's blood, and the transfer is complete!" So, Sun Sheng's blood proves to be quite useful after all. He bent down, placing a small glass bottle on the break, and within a short while, filled it halfway. As a few drops of blood fell, the naja opened on its own. To be honest, Sun is quite frugal—besides the jade seal and a few ordinary pills, the rest are all just trash. Qin Feng was about to toss the pile of trash away when Lin Meiren, with keen eyes, spoke up first, "Hold on—don't throw that brown notebook away. It might be useful."