The new director is easygoing, humble, and professionally outstanding—far surpassing Lyu Director in every way. Under his careful guidance, all five advertisement segments were completed in less than a day. Eight Zero E-Book (txt02.com) Since the new director has taken over, Lyu Director’s previous work naturally becomes obsolete. During the filming process, Zhou Xiaoniu has greatly improved her performance skills, gaining substantial experience. In her own words, even facing off one-on-one against senior third- and fourth-year students in acting, she would never fall behind. They had arranged to have dinner together that evening. Qin Feng drove Zhou Muxi and Lin Caiwei toward home. "Feng-gong, don't you go to school every day? Isn't that a bit of a problem?" "Lin, I'm wondering—how exactly do you plan to handle Mr. Chen's matter? It's clearly not working out well to keep dragging it on. Mr. Chen simply doesn't buy into this approach. While others' temper usually wears down over time, his is getting stronger and stronger!" "Once I've dealt with Han Yuxuan and Yuan Long, I'll be able to resolve Yueyue's issue," Qin Feng replied. They continued driving, and by experience, they should have turned into another road, yet no junction appeared ahead. He glanced down at the dashboard, where the speed read 55 kilometers per hour—normal. "Vivi, have you noticed anything unusual?" he asked in a steady tone. "Something's off," Lin paused, her gaze fixed on the roadside outside the window. "Why do I feel like we've already passed this stretch of road? There's no one around—those shops look a bit blurry and unclear!" Qin Feng picked up his phone and dialed the instructor's number: "Sasha, where are you? Can you see my car? Please tell me your exact location!" A voice came through the speaker: "Little bad boy, I can't see you guys—I only see a dark, hazy mass, like a mist. Are you guys trapped?" Indeed, exactly as he had anticipated. "Then perhaps we've entered an environment created by some kind of magical artifact," Lin Meiren said, her brows furrowed. "Yes, definitely. Feng, we must stay alert and focused!" "Understood," Qin Feng replied calmly. Zhou Xiaoniu didn't know what had happened, yet she sensed something from the two of their tense expressions. With care, she asked, "Is it the cultivator who previously threatened you—the one who's come after me?" "Qin Feng gave her a reassuring boost: "Don't worry. We have our own artifacts too. Vi Vi, once the battle starts, if we can defeat them, go ahead and fight—aim to eliminate them completely and settle the matter once and for all. If we can't, just retreat into the small stele. Then, who will be able to do anything against us?" "Agreed," Lin Beauty nodded. "I'm going to find out just which sect dares to treat Si Si as a furnace vessel. He's truly a pariah in our cultivation world!" In the cultivation realm, using pills and incantations has long been considered unconventional, even unorthodox. To use ordinary people as furnace vessels—something that amounts to dishonoring one's teachers and destroying one's own lineage—is seen as a grave offense. Yet, the benefits of the furnace vessel practice are so remarkable that many practitioners often take bold risks and go against the grain. Qin Feng pressed down on the brakes, the tires screeching against the pavement as the vehicle swerved and came to a horizontal halt beside the roadside. He knew that the scene unfolding before him was not real. Precisely because it wasn't real, he dared not drive his car into it—what if it were a deep trench? It would be all right if he himself got hurt, but the key point was not to damage his two beloved, stunning women. He opened the car door and jumped down, extending one hand toward the flowerbed by the roadside. The green plants appeared real at first glance, but upon touching them, he realized they were merely illusory. "I wonder if any high-ranking master has set up this scene and decided not to make an appearance," he called out warmly. "Young man, just who are you, that you've managed to see through my illusion?" A slightly abrupt voice responded, and then a face emerged from the sky, magnified countless times beyond its actual size. Indeed, it was the very person who had threatened him last time, Qin Feng coldly remarked, "A mere trick—how dare you display it like this? Do you think you're the only one who practices spiritual cultivation?" "Ah, so you're a fellow practitioner. I thought you were an ordinary person. There's another spiritual cultivator on the car as well—I can feel her presence." "Han Yuxuan smiled, saying, "It seems you've also taken a fancy to Zhou Mushi—she truly is a rare gem. Friend, I was the one who first discovered her and secretly protected her for a long time. You've taken her away while I was away. Isn't that rather unkind?" "Unkind? I've never treated Si Si as a mere vessel at all! You, a piece of trash in the cultivation world!" Qin Feng stormed, "If I were you, I'd feel ashamed of my actions. To treat ordinary people as fuel for your cultivation journey, and yet boast about it with such confidence—don't you fear being scorned by the cultivation world?" "I'm afraid—I'm certainly afraid," Han Yuxuan said, his true form stepping into view from beyond the mist, calm and composed. "That's why I've used a magical artifact to create these illusions and brought you both here. Let me tell you the truth—I don't just want Zhou Mushi. I want to eliminate you both and eliminate the witnesses. That way, no one will ever know. Hahahaha!" "Go on dreaming your grand tales." Lin Caiwei stepped down from the carriage, holding her long sword and hummed, "Don't look down on yourself—after all, who knows who will live and who will die?" Han Yuxuan laughed, his laugh full of confidence, saying, "You're at the peak of the Soul Refinement stage, and she's still unclear about her level. In terms of aura, however, you're not quite as impressive as this lovely young lady. At most, you're two Soul Refinement practitioners. Do you really think two Soul Refinement-level fighters could defeat a master at the Transcendent Stage?" The young lady was taken aback, "You're actually a Transcendent Stage master!" "Ha ha ha! Now you're afraid—too late," Han Yuxuan summoned his flying sword, a long, four-foot-long jade-green blade with a classic design, radiating strong energy fluctuations around it, looking exceptionally sharp. Qin, the young noble, asked innocently, "What's going on, my dear wife? Is a Transcendent Stage master really that formidable?" "Lin Meiren nodded and said, 'The Hua Zhen stage is the biggest hurdle when cultivators reach the mid-stage of their journey. Only upon entering the Hua Zhen stage can one truly be considered a master!' 'But you previously said that reaching the Lian Hún stage already made one a master,' Qin Feng exclaimed, his eyes wide open. 'The Lian Hún stage is a capable junior master, while the Hua Zhen stage marks a true master—there is a clear distinction between the two,' Lin Meiren explained. Han Yuxuan laughed with renewed confidence: 'Since I know you're masters, I urge you to surrender. Perhaps in a good mood, I'll even spare your lives. This young lady has a lovely appearance and figure—should you wish to serve as my personal consort, I might just consider letting you live. Hahahaha!'