?Mobile reading Can't deny it—Han Yuxuan's performance was truly impressive. If this were an ordinary person, they'd have been completely intimidated already. The hard pebbles, which he handled with ease, were effortlessly ground into fine powder—what a tremendous amount of force! Qin Feng hadn't even tried to gauge whether he himself could achieve such a feat, nor did he consider this kind of street-performance act anything remarkable. After all, for a cultivator, shattering a single stone was no different than an ordinary person crushing an ant. "Young man, did you catch that?" Han Yuxuan, besides his threatening expression, radiated clear disdain, believing ordinary people simply weren't worthy of competing with cultivators. "Your pebbles must be made of flour—thinking that'll fool me?" Qin, the young noble, feigned deep expertise. "I've seen my share of such street acts. Can you do anything fresher than that?" Han Yuxuan was nearly driven to the point of expelling blood from his lungs, questioning me wasn't enough—now he called it mere street performance? Fine, then go ahead and perform something for me to see. "The feeling of having your true credentials exposed isn't pleasant, is it?" Qin Feng continued in a condescending tone. "Whether you're sent by whom or not, get out of my way—do you think I'm intimidated? If you show up again, you'll be finished. And before you leave, clean up the mess on the ground. You should have turned the flour into bricks, not just smaller pebbles!" Because he possessed the ability to subtly channel inner qi, Han Yuxuan had yet to detect any hint of it. He longed to give this arrogant young man a solid slap to knock him senseless, yet he was constrained by the strict rule among cultivators that they must not engage in physical combat with ordinary people—feeling utterly helpless, much like a scholar encountering a soldier with no clear way to resolve the matter. "You'll have to live up to your words. I won't rest until I see that." With that, Han Yuxuan tossed the remark over his shoulder and turned to walk In fact, Qin Feng's back was already drenched in cold sweat. Han Yuxuan's rank was clearly superior to his own, and Isabella was monitoring Gong Zihao rather than providing the usual subtle protection. That meant if a confrontation occurred, Qin Feng would be at a severe disadvantage. After all, up to now, he had not even managed to summon a single flying sword—facing higher-ranked cultivators, he would likely have no choice but to flee in panic. He grew increasingly worried about Zhou Muzi. Indeed, the young woman's pure yin constitution had evidently drawn the attention of the cultivators. He immediately called Lin Caiwei and relayed what had just happened. Lin analyzed, "Muzi will be safe for the time being—her birthday in eighteen days is likely the reason the opponents are waiting. Of course, this doesn't mean we can relax our vigilance. Perhaps they'll choose to secretly detain Muzi, transport her to a remote location, and then, on her birthday, drain all the energy from her body." "Qin Feng nodded. "What I'm most concerned about is exactly this. It seems we'll need Shasha to return and provide covert protection for Si Si!" Lin Beauty volunteered, "I'll go too. Even if I'm not her match, at least I can apply some pressure on her, making her less unchecked." "Agreed. From now on, the three of us must ensure round-the-clock protection for Si Si." Qin Feng made the decision. ... Gong Zihao has been feeling restless these days, finding it hard to concentrate on his tasks. He believes this is due to the impact of the incident involving Lian Mingfei's injury. Lian, the Party Secretary, is currently resting in his hospital room enjoying a peaceful recovery. His injuries are actually not serious—he can be discharged after stitches and bandages, and with just a few nutritional supplements, he'd be fully recovered. Yet, he's not making the most of this rare opportunity. Instead, he's taken the chance to take a well-deserved vacation. Of course, the government matters still rested with him—just shifting from being on stage to operating from the sidelines. Another advantage was that, upon hearing of his injury, people纷纷 brought gifts to visit him, effectively securing a substantial income. The hotel's compensation alone was sufficient to buy him a house in the city center. Moreover, his guest, Gou Zihao, didn't disappoint, presenting him with a necklace set with two-carat diamonds, worth several hundred thousand yuan—perfect for winning over his lover. The only thing that bothered him was that Qin Group had successfully secured the approval for their new products by arranging with officials at the Health Bureau and the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. He hadn't anticipated this development—Qin Group had moved with such speed that by the time he learned of it, he had already lost control of the situation. Several bureau directors who had always followed his directives were publicly scolded, but by then, it was too late; he could only accept the reality with a bitter sigh. The number of people who could visit him was small, and Gao Zihao was one of them. Today, he brought a floral arrangement and a box of ginseng, reportedly wild-harvested from Changbai Mountain, a premium product. "Little Gao, have you heard of the Qin Group?" Lin Mingfei asked tentatively. Go Zihao is much like the late Lei in many ways—he not only has to contend with Qin Feng, but also aims to take the Qin Group under his own control. As for financial strength, Go Zihao has no concerns. Even if the Shengmen fails, there are still seven other gates he can rely on. With focused efforts, securing the Qin Group should not be too difficult. Since Ming Fei has already proactively offered this opportunity, Go Zihao naturally wants to leverage this convenient relationship. So he feigns difficulty, saying, "It's not easy to accomplish, after all, Qin is a major enterprise with substantial financial and material resources—how difficult it would be to acquire it!" "Plus, with the power I hold," Ming Fei coldly added. Go Zihao's eyes lit up. "Then it will surely be much smoother—would your uncle really need to take direct action against them?" "Of course," Ming Fei reassured Go Zihao, then casually asked, "Little Go, with your business expanding so significantly, I have a few things I'd like to move abroad. Do you have any connections to help me with that?" Go Zihao immediately grasped his meaning— wasn't it just about money laundering? Why all the formalities? He nodded: "We have the connections, and the risks are low, though the fees are slightly higher." Lian Mingfei waved his hand: "As long as it's safe, the cost isn't an issue—anytime you'd like, is that okay?" "Anytime you'd like—just let Uncle Lian know."