Feng was thoroughly satisfied. He had been put on the spot earlier by Old Xu, who had made him feel quite uncomfortable because he didn’t know the background details and thus couldn’t mount any effective rebuttals. From her initial haughty demeanor and persistent demands, to her eventual flight in panic, the transformation took less than three minutes. In fact, Old Xu had prepared many harsh remarks—many specifically aimed at Qin Feng—and never even got the chance to deliver them. Now let's look at Guan Li-jie. He's covered with ointment, though the medication is the most expensive imported one—still, it will take no less than two or three days to reduce the swelling. Guan Li-jie frowns, waiting for his son's explanation. "I was hit so badly at the time—I simply couldn't remember anything else," insists Guan Zhuang, taking advantage of his grandmother's favor. "Besides, they weren't even injured, were they? Only I was hit—how does that make sense?" The grandmother huffs, "Having someone else fight on your behalf isn't unusual. But when your fiancée is taken away, and you don't even know it—what would you expect from a man? Everyone understands that. Yet you didn't even realize you were being treated unfairly, and now your family has to endure all this silence and submission." Guan Li-jie says, "Exactly. I wanted to avenge you, but I never got the chance. What if they upload the video online? Do you realize the impact that could have on our Guan family?" "He's afraid," Guan Zhuang insists, stubbornly. Guan Liye stared at him, saying, "He dares to fight you—what's so hard about uploading a video? Don't forget, that young man has Wei Qingtian backing him!" Guan Zhuhou, the 'pig-headed' one, drooped and whispered, "Why don't we just avoid provoking him?" Guan Liye was nearly furious, thinking, How could I have a son like this? I've always taught him never to hand over the initiative to others. Now, everyone in the family is at the mercy of someone else. The elderly lady nodded and said, "It's unlikely we'll be able to directly challenge the Wei family—the elder's standing in the military is deeper than our family's roots in the official circles. But we can certainly quietly undermine Qin's young man, making him uncomfortable—as long as we don't personally step in, he won't be able to find us to blame!" Guan Liye smiled, "Exactly. If others go after him, he's not just running a company, isn't he? And his business is quite substantial. Then we just target his company!" "While the pig head remained restless, he said, 'Great! Let's first collapse his company and make him a poor man!' ... At the Great Wall, Qin, the young man, looked deeply disappointed. 'What's wrong?' asked He Muqing, holding a roasted sausage in her hand. 'Didn't you say, "Without reaching the Great Wall, one isn't a true hero"? How come you're not happy now?' He sighed, 'The view simply doesn't live up to the description. This grand structure, so proudly hailed by the Chinese as one of the world's Eight Wonders, turns out to be rather unimpressive. The scenery on the other side is good—let's go check it out!' He pointed to a valley some fifteen kilometers away, a spot standing out vividly among the surrounding yellowed landscape. He Muqing blushed, 'You must be thinking of something negative. It's so cold today—I'm not going to spend the evening with you in the wild!' 'No, I'm not thinking of anything like that. I didn't mean to suggest a wild night together.' "Qin was really disappointed—didn't they always have to engage in outdoor battles? The current outdoor temperature is below freezing, and even with the strong constitution of cultivators, it's tough to endure such conditions." "Indeed, then let's go over there," said He Beauty, a little embarrassed. Taking advantage of the tourists' attention, the two of them arrived at the destination by riding their flying swords. The mountain valley was planted with numerous coniferous pines, offering only a rare touch of greenery, and otherwise the scenery wasn't particularly striking. As they walked along the ground covered with fallen leaves, Qin suddenly stopped. "What's wrong?" asked He Beauty, turning around. "I can't quite put my finger on it—I sense an undercurrent of unease, but I can't quite explain what it is," he said, frowning and scanning the surroundings. He Beauty also took a moment to survey the area and remarked, "Nothing seems out of place—this place is quiet, with neither people nor wild animals. How could there be any sense of unease?" "I really can't put my finger on it, but I have a strong feeling it won't go wrong..." Crack! A thunderbolt descended from the sky, and Qin Feng quickly darted to the side, but still was struck on the shoulder, sending him flying sideways and crashing to the ground. "Xiao Feng!" Hei Muqing gasped, rushing forward to check on his condition. "Stay back! There are cultivators hidden nearby." He shouted. Didn't they say cultivators weren't allowed to use magic in the mundane world? Why on earth would anyone dare defy the norm and strike me with a lightning bolt? Moreover, he still couldn't locate where they were hiding. Upon hearing about the cultivators, Hei Muqing immediately drew out her pistol from her meditation belt, her expression alert as she scanned every direction. Her meditation belt had been a gift from Qin the Younger—every girl with a cultivation background in his circle had received one—and these meditation belts had come from the treasure chest of the Plump Maitreya. Since no one could be found, he shouted loudly, "Which rogue has ambushed me? Hiding in plain sight? What kind of cultivator are you? You're nothing but a mouse! I know now—you must look terribly unattractive, ashamed to face anyone, so you've been avoiding showing yourself!" "Ha ha ha..." A strong, resonant laugh echoed. Qin Feng found himself unable to determine the source of the laughter. " youngster, I thought you were a truly remarkable figure—my three disciples fell at your hands. Now I see, you're nothing special. My tactics of provoking you have fallen flat. Save yourself the effort." From the tone, it was clear that the speaker was an elder. My three disciples falling at my hands—was that referring to Sun Cheng and his two senior brothers? Then it must be the Bai He Sect. Sun Cheng is a direct disciple of the Bai He Sect's master. Therefore, the visitor must be the master of the Bai He Sect. Ni ma, it's one thing to dominate the smaller ones, but to launch a surprise attack as well? The Bai He Sect truly has no good bones. He continues shouting, "Old baldhead of the Bai He Sect! As the saying goes, 'if the roof beam is crooked, the supporting beams will follow.' Your disciple Sun Cheng isn't exactly a good person—by the same logic, you mustn't be a good one either. Aren't you trying to settle scores with your disciple? When the young ones can't hold their own against the elders, the Bai He Sect truly sets the standard for cultivation circles!" "Young man, what did you just say?"