?Mobile reading The second elder looked at the group of junior disciples before him and said in a serious tone, "I've confirmed the details—the murderer is hiding in a civilian residence near the city outskirts. After verification, there are at least three of them, all of considerable strength!" One of the juniors spoke up, "Only three? We have eleven of us—more than enough to handle them!" "And all three are women," the second elder added. The ten disciples all laughed. If it had been three men, they might have taken them more seriously—after all, in both the mundane world and the cultivation realm, women generally don't compare to men in terms of strength and capability. "Even though they are all women," the second elder said, to ease the junior disciples' sense of underestimation, "we still need to remain cautious. After all, this is our first battle against cultivators in the mundane world—any mistake would be unacceptable!" The junior disciples nodded in agreement, showing they understood. Whether or not they truly thought that way, however, remained to be seen. After a series of explanations, the eleven set off. A single household in the outskirts was lit up, while the surrounding areas were dark and deserted—most of the residents had already moved to the city. Nine of them divided into three groups, while the remaining one stayed with Elder Two to guard the perimeter, moving to reinforce wherever the situation weakened. The three groups advanced silently, making no sound throughout the process. Through the windows, it was possible to see three women arguing—though the exact content of their conversation remained unclear. Still, Elder Two could guess that the dispute stemmed from the failure of the mission. The nine took their positions, and he summoned his flying sword, signaling the start of the action. Before departure, he had repeatedly emphasized that whenever possible, they should capture rather than kill the opponents; if resistance was strong, at least one should be left alive to question them about the reasons they had accused the White Crane Sect. Elder Two believed his arrangements were flawless—yet he had no idea that Qin Feng was concealed behind a cloud, watching every move unfold below. Nine people moved simultaneously, with a trio serving as vanguard rushing straight into the courtyard. Ssssh—One of them accidentally bumped into a thin steel wire, and as a result, a staff shot out from the opposite side, its tip secured with a dagger. Pff—Another one was struck, the dagger piercing his abdomen. He stared at the person who had triggered the mechanism, then reached out to pull the dagger free before setting the staff aside. Such minor injuries meant nothing to a cultivator. The three exchanged glances and pressed on. Suddenly, the wounded one collapsed to his knees, reaching down to feel his wound—only to find black blood seeping out. Poisoned. He quickly fished out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured a few pills into his mouth, and swallowed them. The second one was growing increasingly anxious. According to the original plan, the group should have already entered the house by now, but a series of unforeseen incidents had caused delays. Finally, the trio broke through the window and entered the room—only to find that the three girls who had been inside were now completely gone. "Where are they?" "One of them asked. "Exactly," said another. "We were right there just a moment ago." Sssss... pffh... pffh... crack... Qin, the young lord, plunged downward from the sky, unleashing his flying sword, incantations, and spells all at once upon the people below. The three had no time to react, didn't even manage to grasp what was happening, and were instantly killed. The event unfolded too swiftly—while the other three were just forming their defensive formation, Qin had already moved in and eliminated them. "Man, they must have had a hidden plan!" the second one shouted, "Let's go up and help!" "Got it, brother," the one beside him replied, and the two took to their flying swords, charging forward. The members of Bai He Sect were mostly at the Ling Po stage, and against Qin Feng, who had reached the Kui Tian level, they were nothing but ants. The three women launched themselves from the small tripod, immediately launching an attack on the three inside. Since it was a sudden assault, the women struck swiftly and together, and in a moment, they eliminated one of their targets. Immediately after, the one who had been injured in the abdomen was also killed. The remaining one, seeing the situation, promptly chose to flee, abandoning his post. Outside, the only one still breathing was the second elder. Only now did he finally realize who among his disciples had been slaughtered one by one like a chef chopping vegetables. "Qin Feng," he gritted out, "It's you, isn't it? I should have suspected this was connected to you from the beginning—this was your trap, wasn't it?" "I've been telling you, Second Elder, you're not exactly slow," he said with a mocking tone. "But now that you've finally figured it out, don't you think it's a bit too late? Yes, I've set this trap for you—otherwise, how could all of you have appeared together?" The one who had just burst out of the room was momentarily stunned and immediately surrounded by the three women. The second elder, gazing at the bodies of his disciples, expressed his fury: "Why target us specifically? Brother Sun Cheng had already died—why didn't you let us go?" "Sun Cheng is dead, but Zero Yuan the Immortal isn't. He's still causing me trouble." Qin Shao spoke slowly and calmly. "Also, you people have been actively working against me. Let me tell you the truth—Ming Yun and I are bitter rivals. By helping her, you've naturally become my enemies!" The second brother said, looking utterly defeated. "So it really is like that!" "This is entirely your doing. Blame no one else," Qin Shao said, preparing to strike him down. "Wait—why have you become so strong so quickly? In just a few months, we've already lost to you." The second brother wanted to know the reason. "Not only you, even if Zero Yuan the Immortal personally steps in, he'll still be beaten senseless. Rest assured—I won't tell you the reason, because it's my secret!" The second brother knew he wasn't strong enough to win, but his last shred of dignity made him choose to stand and die rather than kneel and live. He commanded his flying sword to charge toward Qin Feng. "In over its head." Qin Dashi's mind flashed, and his sword surged forward. Thud... crack... The second's sword was severed in two, and he himself gasped, spitting out a lungful of blood before collapsing to the ground. Whoosh... The sword pierced straight through his cranial cavity. With both hands braced against the ground, he stared defiantly at the empty space above where Qin Feng stood, then fell lifeless. "Didn't expect it at all—White Crane Sect has its toughs, just that they picked the wrong team." He drifted slowly down, retrieved his sword, and said to the second's body, "Next time, I'll definitely keep my eyes open!" On the other side, the three women's battle was nearing its end. Though their opponents were strong, they were ultimately outmatched. Luo Man shattered a fire dragon scroll, and the opponent hurried to dodge—just in time to give Shu Ya Jing and He Mu Qing the opening. With their swords simultaneously plunging into his chest, the man tumbled headlong from the sky. Qin carefully collected each of their spiritual energy spirals, smiling at them and saying, "Well done! Together, you've defeated three accomplished cultivators. At this pace, you'll soon be qualified to graduate!" "Indeed so."