The old man had white hair and beard, his feet planted on an ancient-looking flying sword, exuding a serene, mystical air. Without a doubt, this gentleman must be the master of Bai He Gate—otherwise, he wouldn’t be so incensed. Qin, the young lord, bore visible marks from a lightning strike. He was certainly furious. After all, they were fellow practitioners; even if they had no personal ties, one wouldn’t expect a lightning bolt at first meeting. Moreover, if I had taken down your three disciples, that would be their own fault—proof of their lack of ability. You should have gone after them, not come to me. "You are Qin Feng," the elder said, speaking with lofty authority. Qin rubbed his nose and snorted, "Yes, that's me. But who are you? Don’t think because you’re older that you’re famous—truthfully, I’ve never heard of you! "The elder spoke with pride, 'I am the Deputy Master of Bai He Sect, by the Dao name Zero Yuan True Person...'" As the saying goes, "a person who walks barefoot needn't fear shoes"—Qin Daxiao has taken this principle to its very essence. Standing by, He Muqing has kept her gun pointed at Zero Yuan True Immortal the entire time, never letting her guard slip even the slightest bit. Unfortunately, from the start, she was completely overlooked. As a newcomer just stepping into the True Immortal realm, she naturally stood out as unremarkable. Qin Feng turned to her and said, "Put down your gun. Even if you fire all your bullets, you won't be able to touch that old man's hair!" Zero Yuan True Immortal lowered his gaze, fixing his eyes on him for several seconds before humming, "Young man, you're not exactly special. In terms of rank, Elder Two is stronger than you, and they have three of them—so why did they all end up falling to your hands?" "Do you want the truth or a fabrication?" he asked with a sniff. "What nonsense is this? Of course I want the truth—what would I do with a lie?" the elder sighed, clearly displeased. Qin Da lightly shrugged. "But why should I tell you the truth? Just because you sent me that lightning bolt, or because you've been so proud all along—do we have any real connection? Why should I share it with you?" "Young man... cough, cough. This young friend here, I merely wanted to test your strength—no ill intent at all." The elder changed his expression, smiled gently. "Please don't mind me..." "But I already do mind," Qin Feng interrupted. "If you want the truth, it's simple—let me send you a lightning bolt. Once that happens, everything that happened just now will be settled!" Zero Yuan the True Immortal narrowed his eyes. "You're quite bold, youngster! Very well, then—I'll let you send me a bolt. But if you can break through my defense, then you've truly earned your chance!" Qin Feng drew out six or seven lightning seals from his storage talisman, most of them mid-level. He didn't bother to remind his counterpart, and promptly activated them one after another. Crack... crack... crack... Seven lightning bolts converged in the air, forming a thick, powerful surge over a diameter exceeding a foot, rushing swiftly toward Zero Yuan Zhen's head. The old man was startled—he had never imagined that incantations could be used so effectively. Yet, with his strong prowess, he ultimately managed to deflect the lightning with a shield of spiritual energy. Qin, the young noble, was a kind-hearted man. Having now vented his grievances, he spoke spontaneously, "Your three members from the White Crane Sect were arrested by the police for prostitution—there's absolutely no connection between them and me. We never even had any intense direct confrontation!" The old man raised an eyebrow. Of course it was true—the fates of those three had been entirely orchestrated by me. Though I won't reveal the full details to you. Zero Yuan Zhenren looked deeply disappointed, murmuring, "It seems the rumors were all true. What a disgrace! Our Bai He Sect has produced three such failures. They not only entered the secular world on their own, but also—oh, they even engaged in prostitution! That's not bad enough—now they're arrested, by the police!" What else could one expect? Would anyone else care about such matters besides the police? "Your questions have been answered. You may now leave." He was quite unceremonious. The elder raised his eyebrows again, "Young friend, I still have one more question—how did the conflict between you two originally begin?" "Sun Cheng coveted my girlfriend's beauty and couldn't compete with me, so he resorted to physical confrontation, which I promptly dealt with," said Qin, the young magnate, in a calm tone. "After all, one should endure humiliation and bear the brunt of such an attack. Yet he refused to do so, instead bringing two senior colleagues to seek vengeance. To honor his two seniors, the three of us jointly engaged in prostitution—only to be arrested afterward!" Zero Yuan True Master still harbored some doubts, yet the person before him spoke with calm assurance, his expression so natural that it seemed impossible he was lying. As for Qin Dashi—what kind of person was he? It wasn't just a minor lie that would make him flush or his heart race; even a grand, sweeping falsehood would send him into a state of visible distress. A young disciple, self-taught with no school or lineage, achieving such remarkable accomplishments at just twenty years old—this alone commands the awe of the entire cultivation realm. Master Zero Yuan, moved by his talent, envisioned that if he could bring him under his own banner, the Bai He Sect would rise anew. He smiled warmly, saying, "Young friend, I know you've had no formal lineage. Would you be interested in joining our Bai He Sect?" "Not at all," he replied without hesitation. What's so special about your Bai He Sect that it deserves my allegiance? The elder quickly added, "As long as you agree to take me as your master, I will share all my knowledge and ensure you gain fame and prominence within the cultivation world in a short time—perhaps even becoming the next Sect Master!"