The room was filled with smoke, and several people grew louder and more agitated, their disputes revolving around territorial claims and perceived losses. Like ordinary people, vampires too are greedy. The leading vampire king slammed the table and declared, "Have you all had enough of this? For such petty gains, you're making yourselves no different from those farmers—remember who you are: a great vampire, not someone so short-sighted!" Though the group bowed their heads, their expressions clearly showed they were not satisfied. The king could see this clearly and continued, "It's precisely because of your petty concerns that we've always been looked down upon by the bloodline. They can proudly claim noble status, while we remain hidden in the damp, shadowed corners—because we hold these minor advantages so dearly!" These heartfelt words revealed the weak point of the vampire race—many people had noticed this, yet everyone's standards were simply too low to bring about any real change. Qin Feng, standing aside, shook his head and murmured softly, "Indeed, a tragic race. If reform is so difficult, why not simply let them go extinct?" This was just standing on the sidelines without bearing the weight of one's own burdens—consider a nation that constantly claims to be a land of refined etiquette; its citizens' standards are equally low, yet it thrives just fine. Several vampires watched the King of Ghosts with cautious attention, as their status differences ensured they would only receive reprimands in his presence. Any who dared to challenge him risked being eliminated. The King of Ghosts was reasonably satisfied with their performance, for some things cannot be transformed overnight. As long as his views gained general recognition, he considered himself content. After a moment's pause, he spoke again: "It's said that recently, two of them led their troops to stir up trouble in the Chinese realm, only to suffer a complete defeat. This experience reminds us that we shouldn't think we're particularly outstanding—there are so many capable people in the world. Therefore, it's better to keep our heads down and act modestly!" Qin, the young lord, expressed deep admiration. It's well known that vampires are intellectually limited, yet here were some truly wise among them. Unfortunately, your companions have gone too far, dragging you into the mess. Suddenly, he leapt out of his hiding place, his flying sword striking the enemy first. One of the senior vampires hadn't even reacted when he was pierced right through the heart. "Who?" The Ghost King drew his floral sword, deflecting the sword aimed at him. Qin, suspended in midair, looked down upon them with a calm, cold smile. "I am the Chinese person you mentioned just now—the one who has come to seek vengeance against you!" "The Ghost King furrowed his brow, 'Revenge? We have no grudges against each other. Even if vampires go to your side and cause trouble, it's their personal matter—nothing to do with us!' 'Wrong,' Qin the Young said, his smile growing colder. 'Since you're all vampires, that's why you keep coming to our land!' 'You're... a cultivator.' As he spoke, the Ghost King completed his transformation, his fangs extending beyond his lips. The other three followed suit, their eyes sharp and venomous, fixed upon Qin Feng in the air above. 'Haha. I am indeed a cultivator. You're fortunate—leastwise, you know who killed you.' With a thought, Qin the Young launched his sword at a precise angle toward another target. The man couldn't dodge in time and was severed at the head. In just two exchanges, two senior vampires fell. The Ghost King realized his opponent was far stronger, knew he could not win, and began to retreat." Yet here, in the basement, there's only one passage, and Qin Feng is holding it firm. To break through from the front is simply too difficult. "Up," said the Ghost King firmly. He stepped forward first, followed by two senior vampire lords. He placed his hopes entirely on his subordinates, praying they could hold the enemy off—even for just a few seconds. Huff... Swoosh... As the fire dragon surged forth, an ice spear descended from the sky, piercing straight through the temple of the front vampire. The other was scorched by the intense heat, shrieking in agony. Swoosh... Pfft... He could no longer cry out—cut in two by a flying sword. The Vampire King's eyes burned crimson. His two lieutenants had failed to hold the enemy for even a single second. Though he had heard the name of the cultivator before, he had never seen one in person, so he hadn't thought them particularly remarkable. Now, he had finally witnessed their prowess—startled and shaken, his desire to survive grew even stronger. He took a deep breath, tightened the flower sword in his hands, and asked, "The Chinese people—do you really expect nothing but revenge?" "Stuff and nonsense," Qin Feng said coldly. "Otherwise, what would you think? I've never had the slightest interest in you lot—dirty, smelly creatures. If it weren't for your people causing trouble in the Chinese lands, we'd probably have died without ever meeting!" "But I warn you," the Vampire King said, gritting his teeth, "besides the vampires, there's another lineage—the bloodline. You've gone too far. They won't let you off!" "Hahahaha!" Qin Shao laughed heartily. "The bloodline? Will they even care about your survival? Honestly, do you think I don't know that they've always looked down on you, considering you filthy and unworthy, hoping you'd be wiped out entirely?" The Ghost King's expression tightened—he hadn't expected the other side to know so much about the relationship between vampires and the bloodline. Qin, with a deeply thoughtful addition, said, "Honestly, I've been at odds with the vampire clan as well. Once I've settled things with you, I'll go back and settle scores with them!" The vampire king was completely disappointed. He shook his sword in hand, gritted his teeth, and said, "Very well, then—let me experience the true prowess of a cultivator!" With that, he charged forward. It wasn't easy to choose to be a true hero at the last moment, so I'll make it happen for you. Lightning Seal. Crackle... Flying sword. Whoosh... The vampire king fell, unwillingly, with a circular wound of blood in his chest. Qin retrieved his flying sword, glanced at the several corpses lying on the ground, and murmured, "Indeed, rather unchallenging. They mentioned the vampire emperor, didn't they? If it were only ghost kings and senior vampires, that would have been rather dull!" In another city, a white figure swept through the group of vampires, each one falling dead. On the opposite wall, a vampire king was pinned to it by a dagger. The beautiful officer dashed over, drew her dagger, and the body landed heavily. She turned back to look, then said, "That's what the vampire family is made of. No wonder the vampire lineage looks down upon you—such a fragile performance, especially under the leadership of the Ghost King. Truly disappointing!"