The two could imagine how devastating their fate would be once the scandal of opening the black shop came to light. The relatives and friends of those they had exploited and harmed would swarm in to seek vengeance, leaving them with no place to stand in the cultivation world. The young attendant, trembling, said, "Master, we should hurry and get out—otherwise, we're done!" "Run? Where to? The world is vast, yet we have no place to stand anymore," the plump Maitreya gave him a sharp slap. "All your fault! You insisted on pursuing the young ladies—now you've ruined everything!" The attendant, feeling委屈, replied, "It's not my fault at all. We haven't even caught a single man. Master, we must go now—otherwise, we won't have the chance to run at all!" After a moment's thought, the Maitreya said, "They may have taken refuge, but I believe they haven't yet left. We still have a chance to turn things around!" "The second-in-command furrowed his brow: 'Your meaning is that they haven't yet escaped—once we locate them, we can turn the tide!' 'Exactly,' the plump Maitreya said with a fierce expression, 'Either you die or I do. We must find them immediately!' 'Agreed. We'll split up and search.' The second-in-command waved his flying sword. 'Wait,' the Maitreya analyzed, 'They're surely hiding somewhere concealed. You first adjust the mist's condition so they can't escape this area. Then you take charge of the cellar!' The second-in-command looked puzzled: 'By now, aren't we supposed to be protecting the cellar? Oh—I see. The cellar holds a full supply of Zui Xian wine, plus upgraded Zui Xian nectar. If they feel cornered, they'll choose to fight to the end and destroy our wine cellar!' The Maitreya smiled grimly: 'Precisely. No more words—act now!' The waiter vanished instantly, unaware that Qin, the young lord, had been quietly listening to every word of their conversation from beside him. He chose to follow the waiter, determined to understand exactly how the mist was generated through the mechanisms—otherwise, once he had dealt with these two, he might find himself stranded without a way out, which would indeed be a pity. Soon, the waiter reached the back of the kitchen, lifted the stone mill’s grinding plate, and tapped a few times beside it. A section of the mill rose on its own, and the waiter quickly tapped it several times before returning it to its original position. Qin, holding his phone, captured the entire process. As for the precise mechanics of how the system operated, he would leave that for further exploration later. Next, he followed the waiter to the wine cellar entrance, which was even more concealed than the stone mill—located behind the inn, nestled within a natural rock hill. After a few adjustments from outside, a section of the hillstone opened on its own, and a delicate aroma of wine drifted gently into the air. The young attendant smiled and strolled inside, murmuring to himself, "The master manager has indeed assigned me a splendid task. As for the wine cellar—well, even if I don't keep an eye on it, aside from me and him, no one knows exactly how to get in!" He felt particularly relieved not having to face Qin Feng and Lin Caivé directly. It was clear that both of them held high status; should they have to confront each other face-to-face, the outcome might have been uncertain. Therefore, it was better to leave any physical clashes to the manager. He had no idea that a small, elegantly shaped bronze tripod had quietly followed him into the wine cellar. After closing the door, he brought over an empty wine jar to serve as a chair, poured himself a cup of Zui Xian wine, and took out a packet of roasted peanuts from his sleeve, sipping it leisurely and tossing a few peanuts into his mouth. With a few sips, his face turned as red as a monkey's rump. After another few drinks, he completely forgot his earlier concerns and even began to hum a gentle tune with ease. Qin Da, rarely seizing the right moment, stepped gracefully out of the small tripod, his right two fingers forming a seal. The celestial steel sword roared forth, piercing the back of Xiao Er's neck. Xiao Er sensed a sense of danger, yet he had already been drinking heavily and instinctively tried to dodge—only to find himself too late. Plunged... The sword severed through his neck, and he felt a sudden coolness. Looking down, he saw the blood-streaked blade. Qin Feng took two steps forward, raised his right hand charged with spiritual energy, and struck it firmly against the top of Xiao Er's skull. Crack— His skull shattered. Xiao Er never managed to utter a sound throughout his final moments, for the celestial steel sword had pierced his throat. "Ah... ah..." He tilted his head, his body collapsing to the ground. Qin Feng spread his five fingers wide, grasping the Yuan Ling just emerging from his dantian, and coldly remarked, "Do you still wish to flee? Do you intend to seek a new body to take over, and thus achieve rebirth, do you not?" The junior attendant's spiritual essence was utterly stunned, shrieking, "Release me! If you will spare my life, I shall give you everything here—every single item—except the wine. All the assets we seized through fraud and deceit, I shall hand over to you!" Qin Dashi's expression grew even colder. "I've already killed you," he said, with a cold sigh, "and I can still claim all these things. What use is it to release you?" The attendant's eyes widened in alarm, indeed—he now feared even more—and added, "Great Immortal, please forgive me! If you will just let me live, I shall serve you faithfully, do whatever it takes..." "I don't need that," Qin Feng said firmly, squeezing his spirit so hard that it burst into a cloud of smoke. He then clapped his hands and smiled to himself, "What kind of nonsense is it to still demand conditions after having nothing left but your pride? A true fool!" As he spoke, he began walking around the wine cellar, each bottle of fine wine flying into his meditation vessel as he passed. He beamed with delight, unable to contain his joy. At the far end of the wine cellar, two locked redwood chests stood, secured with heavy locks. With a single slash of his sword, he cleaved through the main lock, revealing several dozen flying swords and other magical artifacts, along with a substantial number of pills and precious jewels and metals. There were no fewer than twenty-some meditation rings. It went without saying that the owners of these rings had all been slain by the plump Maitreya and the young attendant. He gathered all the meditation rings, the jewels, and the magical items, yet deliberately left the flying swords behind—each one a crucial piece of evidence exposing the truth about the plump Maitreya. Outside, the Maitreya was in a state of frenzy, clutching a sword in one hand and a dagger in the other, wandering the valley in search of his enemies. Thud… He struck a large stone with his sword, and as the stones crumbled to the ground, he still found no trace of them. "Where are they?" he shouted, his voice strained. "Show yourselves! Let's face each other and fight it out. If you win, I'll surrender my life—and everything here, too, to you!" "Truly, he's no ordinary waiter—his words are far more polished. At the very least, he knows how to leverage his resources. He searched frantically, then panted to himself, "I should have kept that boy with me instead of sending him off to look for the cellars. I'm certain he's already had his fill. Counting on him was simply too optimistic!"