?Phone reading Qin Feng had thought that Nakamura Toshihisa would go for a last stand, even admired his courage. Yet the final outcome was quite different—Nakamura was actually fleeing. At the eight-zero electronic book, he immediately ordered his flying sword to pierce straight through the wooden bed, then swiftly rotate and drill through the floor, chasing after him. However, once the floor was penetrated, he encountered a solid titanium alloy steel plate. Although the flying sword could penetrate it, it required some time. Crackle, crackle, whoosh—then a powerful engine sound came from below. Qin Feng shouted, "This isn't good!" and rushed over, lifting the bed aside—his sword was still drilling through the metal. Clearly, Nakamura had already escaped, and there must be a dedicated emergency evacuation passage beneath, along with a vehicle capable of instant acceleration. "Man, he's escaped again! I'm really regretting it now," Qin Feng said, wishing he had anticipated this from the start. He should have acted immediately with the flying sword upon arrival, instead of wasting time talking to him. Now things are settled—the opponent has fled, deep underground, and even if he wanted to pursue, he simply couldn't. This was the first time he'd been successfully evaded, and that felt rather unexpected, given the sudden arrival of the Sun Kingdom's fighter jets. But this time, it was entirely different—he had watched helplessly as the opponent escaped, and could hardly help but regret it. All five of the earlier ninjas had also managed to escape, leaving him with nothing to show for his efforts. "Damn it! I've destroyed your base!" He launched himself out through the window, riding the flying sword. Moments later, a massive explosion erupted, sending the luxurious villa into flames and reducing it to a pile of rubble. The shockwave reached the guards outside, killing dozens of them. Qin, the young lord, could only vent his frustration this way. At a distance, Unshō, hidden among the grass, kept a vigilant eye on the figure growing farther and farther away. The elder ninja at the forefront spoke, "Have each of you confirmed that you made no mistakes? Why has that person, who has been struck by our Five Elements poison, remained unharmed to this point?" The four nodded seriously, affirming their accuracy. "Then that is indeed puzzling," said the elder ninja, removing his headgear. "I have certainly made no mistake. Yet why has our reliable Five Elements poison failed to take effect?" One ninja suggested, "Could it be that since the opponent is a cultivator, the poison simply lacks potency?" "That's very plausible," replied another ninja. "Our throwing kunai simply cannot penetrate the opponent's defenses—how then could the poison even reach them?" The elder ninja paused and reflected, "You're both right. However, I remain confident in the Five Elements poison. I suspect it may not be ineffective, but rather, it requires a certain amount of time to take full effect." The four nodded, but it was clear from their expressions that they were far from confident. Qin Feng continued flying forward, heading toward the hotel he had previously visited. With only a slight change of appearance before entering, he was certain no one would notice. Suddenly, his mind went completely blank, and his heartbeat quickened to the point where he could clearly hear the steady drumming of his pulse. He shook his head vigorously, the motion nearly causing him to fall off the flying sword. What was going on? This had never happened before. He strained to open his eyes and maintain his flight posture. Yet, barely lasting less than a minute, his vision began to blur. The visible distance—once several kilometers—rapidly shrank to less than two hundred meters, then one hundred, then fifty meters... His field of view appeared as though thick white mist had suddenly enveloped him. Subconsciously, he slowed his flight speed—otherwise, with his vision lost, he'd have tumbled headlong and ended up bruised and disoriented. Perhaps he had been poisoned, he thought. With no delay, he summoned a vial of detoxifying pills from his Na Ji and swallowed it whole. His mind gradually regained clarity, and his vision extended from the current several dozen meters to several hundred meters. The detox pills were effective—this confirmed that he had indeed been poisoned. Yet he had no memory of how he had contracted the poison. His spiritual shield had remained intact throughout, untouched by enemy attacks. Where had the poison come from? He couldn't allow this point to remain unexplained. As his mind began to function again, it immediately went blank once more, and his vision dimmed. He then produced two more vials of detox pills, totaling over forty pills, and downed them all. Yet this time, the effect of the pills was less pronounced than before—he only regained a modest degree of clarity. If not, he could always find more in the nāgā. He gulped down several more bottles in succession, yet the effect remained insignificant. Doubts began to stir within him—what now? Out in the wilderness, he couldn’t very well land by the roadside to detoxify. It wasn’t enough that people saw him; should the troublesome nīgās pursue him, he’d be in serious trouble. At the very least, he needed a safer spot. He fixed his eyes ahead, where he thought he saw a forest. Yet in his mind, his thoughts had now dwindled to their barest essence—like a person who has drunk too much wine, his thoughts had narrowed to a single line. In truth, he could have easily tucked himself into the small ding to detoxify. But at this moment, he couldn’t recall that option at all. His only thought was to find a place with no one around and press on, despite himself. Ahead, there was no forest at all—only a tunnel. He had mistaken the vertical mountain walls for towering trees. His consciousness grew increasingly hazy, yet he still struggled to maintain his flight, drifting forward with a wobbly, uncertain motion. Arisawa Keiko was driving on the highway, having been out all day. She had visited several luxury hotels, but couldn't find Qin Feng. Unwilling to waste time, she decided to head overnight to the next city. In her estimation, Qin Feng would surely choose a coastal city, one with beautiful scenery. She had once again been right. For someone she had only met once, her ability to so accurately grasp his mindset was no ordinary talent. Ahead, a tunnel appeared. She wasn't unfamiliar with this route—she knew the road inside wasn't straight, so she reduced her speed and turned on the headlights. The tunnel was over several hundred meters long, and fortunately, no vehicles approached from the opposite direction, which gave her a sense of relief. Finally, they reached the tunnel's exit. She turned off the headlights and had barely pressed the accelerator when suddenly something dark emerged. Thud... A person had crashed directly into the hood of her car, fortunately at a moderate speed, so she reacted promptly and applied the brakes. Squeal... The tires screeched against the ground, and the car nearly swerved sideways to a stop, the person who had hit the hood rolling to the ground. "I've hit someone."