While Luo Man was going upstairs, Qin Feng, seizing the opportunity, involuntarily lifted his head. He suddenly stepped back, drawing his pistol hidden at his waist, and as he continued to retreat, steadily aimed. With the crosshairs and the缺口 perfectly aligned with the target, forming a straight line from the three points, he instinctively pressed the trigger. Yet the gun did not fire—it instead slipped downward along with his arm, which left him astonished. How could such an unexpected occurrence happen, given his skill in shooting? It was simply unbelievable. He strained to lift the gun, only to see a section of his arm raised high, severed at the joint with a remarkably smooth cut. It was only when he saw this that blood began gushing out. "Ah!" he cried, retreating to the base of the wall, gripping his bleeding arm tightly and slowly sitting down on the floor. Luo Man leaned forward to look down and asked, "What's wrong?" "There's nothing special about it," Qin Feng replied. "This guy isn't cooperative—he wanted to shoot me, but I cut off his arm." "Oh, don't kill him too quickly," the beautiful manager instructed. "Then just move faster," Qin Shao smiled. "With an arm severed, the major arteries must have been damaged too. Even though he was gripping it tightly, who can guarantee he'll make it?" The beautiful manager nodded. "I'll handle it right away!" Ma Fengliang was gasping heavily, in pain, as he struggled to breathe—he never expected to be unable to parry even a single move from his opponent. Moreover, he had no memory of how his arm had been severed. It must have been that sword hovering above him. Wasn't he… a cultivator? The term "xianxia cultivator" he had only seen on wuxia and xianxia novels. It wasn't until the previous time the Grand Master sent a confidential message—reporting that several key figures in the business group had been killed, possibly by cultivators—that he realized such a group of people existed in the world. He grew even more startled, as after the great blow to the Tianli Sect, the Grand Master herself, who had once been so skilled, now ordered the entire sect to retreat, forbidding anyone from mounting any resistance. This clearly indicated that even she was no match for a cultivator, let alone him, a relatively minor sect leader. "Wait—you're from the Bailing Gate?" he speculated. "Hah! The Bailing Gate doesn't even qualify to dust off my shoes," Qin Feng laughed. "Why were you killed, and why did you impersonate someone from the Bailing Gate?" he asked. The term "Bailing Gate" had also come to him through the Grand Master. Qin Feng said with deep intention, "I've never claimed to be a member of the White Crane Sect—this is merely your Master's assumption. As for why you must be killed, does that matter? Let me put it this way: because your very existence has blocked the path of me and my friends, you must fall!" Ma Fengliang quickly grasped the point: "So it's true—whenever the people who remain loyal to the Master die, others will gradually install their own trusted allies, taking control of the Tianli Sect's power and eventually overthrowing the Master, isn't that right?" "You are indeed a sharp mind. It's no surprise you've reached the position of Sect Master—this is well-deserved. Qin Shao rarely praises his opponents, but this man is truly intelligent, capable of discerning the correct course from mere words. Moreover, it seems he has already figured out who it is." Gradually, his expression grew weary. "Indeed, it's true that each age produces its own talents, each leading the vanguard for several decades. Though the Master never quite accepts aging, she has truly grown older. Even as she constantly embraces new things, her thinking remains rooted in the past. Liu Su was, after all, the daughter of the previous Master, and it was only natural that she would succeed her. Yet I never expected that a young woman barely in her twenties—someone so fresh and dynamic—could stir such a powerful wave, drawing in so many cultivators to serve her, far beyond anyone's expectations!" "Major mistakes often begin with minor ones. Once these details accumulate to a certain point, they inevitably evolve into significant failures," Qin Feng said with a slight upward curve of his lips. "You're truly intelligent. If you stay by Liu Yun's side, I'm certain you'll help her turn this setback around. You might even become my strongest rival!" It's often said that when a person is about to die, their words become kind. Ma Fengliang is now in exactly that state—full of ambitions he seems unable to realize. Yet Qin Feng won't soften. Lu Man won't either, for she holds a personal grudge against the Ma family. Soon after, she dispatched the lesser followers and descended the stairs, slightly pale, asking, "What were you two talking about?" After all, having killed fifty-some helpless people in one breath, even as a warrior of the Shura, she found it hard to meet such a scene of bloodshed. She could only carry out the act because it had to be done, and because these people had captured her earlier—acting as allies to the enemy—and thus deserved to be slain. "Nothing much," Qin's younger brother smiled. "He's figured out my identity, as well as Liu Su's." Lu Man frowned. "Indeed, he's quite a capable one!" She slowly raised her pistol, aiming it at Ma Fengliang's head, and asked, "When you killed my family back then, have you ever regretted your actions?" Ma smiled, "To achieve success, one must be willing to go to any lengths—this is the foundation of success. What could I possibly regret? You yourself were once a member of the Heaven's Righteous Sect. Didn't they instill this mindset in you? If it's necessary to kill, then kill—never have I regretted any of my own actions!" "As you wish. People like you truly don't belong in this world." She pulled the trigger, firing until every bullet in the magazine was expended. Besides the two shots to his head, every other bullet struck Ma Fengliang—his arms, legs, and body were no exception. This clearly demonstrated the depth of Luo Man's resentment. Even after the magazine was empty, she continued pulling the trigger, as though she still hadn't found satisfaction.