Overall, Luo Man has been quite reliable as an assistant, even though she hasn't yet fully mastered the cultivation arts. She's more than capable of handling the more robust members of the team. Qin Feng's targets have been gradually taken down through their joint efforts, and the process has gone smoothly. After finally securing the last one, the beautiful manager rushed into his arms, her legs cradling his waist, and beamed with excitement, saying, "I've made progress, haven't I?" "Indeed, quite noticeable," he replied with a balanced assessment, adding, "Your composure is excellent—you never feel tense. Even when casting incantations or performing basic spells, you're a little slower, but that doesn't affect the outcome at all." "Of course," she said with pride, "being a cultivator facing ordinary people gives us a clear advantage." Suddenly, Qin Feng sensed a sense of danger, and his expression immediately changed. "What's wrong?" "Román asked in a steady tone. "I sense the presence of cultivators around us. If my guess is correct, they must have been sent by Liu Yun." He replied. The elegant manager blinked rapidly. "Then what shall we do—should we quietly retreat, or handle him?" "Of course we handle him. If we leave these people, they'll eventually become a source of trouble." His consistent approach is to eliminate the root cause and ensure no lingering threats remain. "That sounds great," Román said, his excitement naturally rising. "Let me try my hand against a cultivator—how does that sound?" Qin the young noble thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, just remember one thing—don't charge ahead constantly. Stay close to me!" He was certain the opponent wouldn't be a particularly high-level cultivator. With his own near-master status providing protection, Román would be safe. Román summoned his flying sword and, holding the elegant manager's waist, took off together toward the southwest. Amidst the small grove, a rather awkward-looking figure extended his head, rotated his eyes, and murmured to himself, "I clearly felt the spiritual energy ripple coming from this direction—how come it's gone now?" When Román had successfully secured his target, he had used a charm, which naturally generated a subtle spiritual fluctuation. However, this fluctuation was so faint that unless one was a true master of spiritual cultivation, most people could only roughly pinpoint the location—misjudging the exact spot was entirely normal. "A lower-tier Purity-Refining stage—indeed, not very high in rank," Qin Feng judged upon a quick glance. Still, compared to Román's peak at the Bone-Quenching stage, there was a clear difference. He didn't forget to add, "Stand behind me—you may attack the enemy, but don't move to the front. Remember that?" "Oh, yes, I'll remember," she replied obediently. Huff— The two of them descended swiftly from the sky, startling the awkward figure. "Wow, really, there are cultivators here!" The man leapt out from his hiding spot, holding a long sword, and demanded, "Master, could you kindly tell me your sect and lineage? Why are you employing spells in the mundane world? That's a cardinal offense for cultivators!" It was customary to ask about one's sect upon first meeting. The man studied Qin Feng several times, yet couldn't gauge his cultivation level—though it was clear from his age that he was remarkably young and likely not a master. While ordinary people often couldn't discern a cultivator's age, this was well-known among cultivators themselves. Nevertheless, Qin Feng had descended from the sky, riding a flying sword—demonstrating at least a level beyond the Purity Stage. As soon as the man spoke, he invoked the unshakable laws of the cultivation world, positioning himself as morally superior. Qin Feng didn't care about these established rules at all. He was self-taught, unaffiliated with any sect, and strictly speaking, wasn't even a true member of the cultivation world—so why should he abide by their rigid traditions? After all, don't you also have a presence in the mundane world? What right do you have to criticize me? Rather than answering his questions, Qin, the young man, countered, "Are you one of the White Crane Sect's people?" The other was taken aback, then feigned casualness and replied, "What's the White Crane Sect? I'm not one of them!" "Then you must know someone named Liu Yun," he added. The man's heart skipped a beat—he immediately thought this person was his rival. Since he could name Liu Yun, he gave a quick, forced smile and said, "Liu Yun, Li Yun—what's the difference? I don't know either!" "Really?" Qin, the young man, drew out his words with deliberate emphasis. "Liu Yun is a truly elegant woman—so refined, in fact, that she's said to particularly enjoy sleeping with men, especially cultivators, since their yang energy is richer and more beneficial for her to draw upon to replenish her yin." The man broke into a cold sweat. It was true—every time he shared a bed with the Master, he felt weak in his waist and knees, though the experience was incredibly exhilarating, so he hadn’t taken it too seriously. Since he’d started sleeping with Liu Yun, however, he’d noticed his progress in cultivation had slowed dramatically, barely making any headway over the past two months. The same was true for most of his fellow disciples—while Liu Yun’s strength was steadily growing. Could it be that he had truly become the sacrificial vessel, being drawn upon by others? “Stop acting all noble,” Qin Feng said coldly, “You’re a cultivator, yet you don’t adhere to the principles of simplicity and purity. You’ve even ventured into the mundane world, settling into a relationship with a woman who’s been juggling multiple partners. And you’ve done plenty of things that undermine the very order you’re supposed to uphold—do you have any idea what your fate will be?” "He narrowed his eyes, 'What's your business? You dare interfere with my affairs? Since you know I'm from Bai He Gate, you should at least show some courtesy. You mentioned Liu Yun—how did you manage to guess my sect? That means, those people you're referring to were killed by you, isn't it?' 'Yes. And what of it?' Qin Daxiao smiled with deeper intent. 'I'm not only going to eliminate Liu Yun's people—I'll make you face the same fate.' 'Arrogant!' The man tossed his long sword high into the air. 'Don't think you're the only one who can wield a flying sword—I can too!' The sword looked quite ordinary, and after hovering in the air, it kept trembling—clearly indicating that he hadn't mastered the art of flying sword techniques for very long. With such limited skill, he dared to display it so proudly? Were Bai He Gate's disciples all that dull? 'Hahahaha!' Qin Daxiao laughed, then turned to the Romana hiding behind him. 'This guy is truly a talent. I'll capture her shortly, and then hand her over to you. How does that sound?' "Great! Great!" the beautiful manager was thrilled. She had expected to just watch from the sidelines, hoping to avoid the conflict altogether. But now, with Qin Feng making this decision, if she could personally defeat a cultivator, she would be able to stand tall in front of He Muqing and Shu Yajing.