The answer given by the Wuli spirits was both logical and unexpectedly surprising to Qin Feng. "Indeed, it was Jun-nan Nakamura, that Sun-born man. I remember back then I only kicked him once and scolded his arrogant underlings." As he recalled, he said, "How could he possibly go all the way across the world just to have you, the Wuli spirits, come and kill me? That's quite extraordinary!" Wuli responded, "I don't know exactly what he thinks, but I do know that this assignment comes with substantial rewards. Should we succeed, the Wuli School will gain full control of Nakamura Group's business operations across Europe. The fixed assets of these operations are reportedly over 150 million euros, and the annual profits exceed 50 million euros. Therefore, our organization holds this mission in high regard. Upon learning of your strong capabilities, we've decided to deploy two senior Wuli spirits specifically to handle you!" Well, Nakamura Jun-nan truly is a wealthy man—spending so much on this. Thinking back on what happened last time, it truly was a great humiliation for the proud, face-obsessed Japanese. "Are you certain only two senior shenling have arrived?" asked Qin, the young gentleman. The shenling nodded. "Only us two. The Chinese realm is the heartland of the cultivation world; they never hesitate to respond firmly to foreign incursions, so they wouldn't send a large contingent. We came in batches specifically to avoid drawing attention from the cultivation circles!" "Then what about your superior?" This was his final question. The shenling replied, "After everything has been arranged, he has already returned to Europe by plane!" "Wait—back to Europe? You're not lying, are you? The mission hasn't even been completed, and as a leader, how could he possibly leave?" Isabel exclaimed, her voice rising. "If you dare to utter a single falsehood, I'll make you suffer beyond measure!" "Wu Ling quickly replied, 'I've experienced this firsthand, so I can't possibly be lying. He believed his plan was flawless and felt no need to stay here any longer—thus he returned. This is a very common occurrence, not something new!' Qin Feng thought he wasn't lying and smiled, saying, 'But now you've failed. Won't he have to come back again and develop a second assassination plan?' Wu Ling nodded, 'Exactly. The compensation paid by the other side is sufficient to drive the entire Wu Ling sect mad. Senior officials will never give up until their goals are achieved. With this failure now in their experience, they'll be more cautious next time—sending not only more senior Wu Ling practitioners, but even high-ranking, general-level Wu Lings!' According to his statement, the two learned that within the Wu Ling sect, Wu Lings are divided into five ranks: junior, intermediate, senior, general, and royal. Most missions are typically carried out by intermediate and senior Wu Lings. 'Will a royal-level Wu Ling ever appear?' asked the beautiful instructor. "No, because throughout our entire Wuzheng Sect, we only have two Royal-level Wuzheng. They will never appear unless we face an imminent threat of entire clan extinction." He replied. That's good. Royal-level Wuzheng are stronger than even the Count-level vampires. Not only would a single Qin Feng and a single Isabella be a challenge, even doubling that strength wouldn't guarantee victory. The Wuzheng glanced thoughtfully, speaking cautiously, "I've now shared everything you wanted to know. Shouldn't you release me now?" "Very well. Go ahead." Qin, the young lord, made a gesture of invitation while drawing his flying sword. Suddenly freed, he found it hard to believe—having expected further difficulties from the other side. He slowly rose to his feet, taking a tentative step forward. Should the other side launch a surprise attack, he would respond swiftly. Qin Feng turned around, facing away from him, and spoke to the beautiful officer, "Since the Wuli people prefer to enter Huaxia through conventional means, I believe it's essential that He Leada and Jingjing assign personnel to closely monitor those passing through customs. With such monitoring, we should be able to uncover some subtle clues—giving us ample time to prepare, so we won't be caught off guard by the new assassins!" "Agreed," the beautiful officer nodded. The two completely treated the Wuli as if they were invisible. He felt his heart, which had been hanging in the air, settle back into place, and hurried forward. After walking about fifteen steps, he glanced back and saw the two still chatting. It seemed that they truly intended to let him go—he was now completely at ease. Yet, despite this, he paused. He had thought of another matter: if they launched an attack on them at this very moment, it would surely be effective. He extended his still-intact left hand and, as the bone staff nearby flew back on its own, murmured under his breath, "Wa qi... you jie..." Ssssh... pffh... His incantation seemed about to conclude, yet it stalled. He looked down and saw the fire meteor already embedded in his chest. "You... " With his heart pierced by the dagger and life rapidly draining away, he could no longer continue chanting. Qin, the young lord, remained calm, turning to face the man who was now collapsing to the ground and saying, "Did you really think I'd let you live? Never mind dreaming about that!" "You... unprincipled Chinese! I should never have trusted you," he said, his voice strained. The female officer glanced at him and remarked, "Pah, so what's it now—us being unprincipled or you? Don't forget that it was *you* who initiated the attack. We were merely exercising our right of self-defense. So it's you who's unprincipled!" "You... you how do you know I'd... I'd...?" He leaned back, then collapsed completely to the ground, his body convulsing violently until it turned to stone. Isabella walked over, stepped on him, and his body turned to ash. She looked up and asked, "Little Feng, I also want to know—why are you so certain he intends to attack us?" To kill the opponent and position himself on the side of righteousness may sound easy, but actually achieving it is far from simple. Qin, the young lord, smiled gently. "Given my understanding of human nature, think about it—what is his mission? He has not only failed it, but has also betrayed the Wuzheng Sect. Even if he survives, would his own allies let him live? But if he suddenly launches a surprise attack and wipes us out, then not only does he fulfill his mission, but he also avoids being seen as a traitor. What could be better?" "The beautiful instructor furrowed her brows, 'So you simply pretended to be having a lively conversation with me, making him think we were completely unprepared for him!' 'Exactly,' he smiled. 'Under these circumstances, he'll have a nine-out-of-ten chance of forming a sudden attack plan, and he'll adopt the most secure strategy—he'll launch an energy sphere!' Clap. Clap. Clap... The beautiful instructor gave several sharp claps, 'You've calculated perfectly. That man, by accident, fell right into the trap you'd set. Not only did he lose his life, but you also successfully positioned yourself on the side of righteousness. Now, I'd like to know—what if he hadn't turned around? What then?' 'He'll be killed without hesitation,' he said, smoothing out his smile and speaking coldly. 'He's already dead. If he wants to complain, he'll have to go to the Lord of the Underworld. Who else will know that I, Qin the Young Noble, have been inconsistent and untrustworthy?' "