?Reading on mobile phone Nine divine toilet monks, plus one Nishimura Toshihiko, were indeed lost in their own daydreams. The danger from the e-book platform remained, but over time, people naturally adapted to it, subconsciously filtering out the risks—Qin Feng skillfully exploited this very point, gradually lowering everyone’s guard. Just as they were happily preparing to implement their plan, two waves of energy surged through the air. Before Qin Feng and Isabelle had fully solidified their bodies, they had already surged toward their chosen targets. All ten people reacted too late, including the two who were struck first—they didn’t even have time to defend. Pffft— The two daggers simultaneously pierced their opponents’ temples. With no pause, the two figures darted into the small tripod. "Hold them!" Only then did the leading monk shout out, and the others also stood up, but they had all arrived too late—by the time they did, the two had already successfully escaped. Among them, Munenori Naka was the slowest to react; when he finally jumped up, the flowers had long since cooled. "What on earth is going on?" he exclaimed, though in his heart he was the most afraid. According to his reaction speed, if Qin Feng had chosen him as a target, he would surely have been defeated. In terms of timing, it indeed aligns with the "creation" process of the mutated humanoid—meaning he is no longer a pure human. In fact, he has never regarded the Solarians as humans, let alone someone with a beast gene expression. Given that, he has confidence: a mere mutated humanoid? Just half a year ago, he had routed that entire group, and now, it's even more certain. Their conversation was light and casual, while outside, chaos had already erupted. No one had anticipated that the enemy had been right beside them all along, striking when they were relaxed and delivering decisive, one-hit kills. Two individuals who had been stabbed in the temples had already perished—so completely that they never even managed to see the face of their killer. Truly tragic. "Two people." The monastic leader's face turned ashen; only now did he realize that his enemies were two, not merely one immortal cultivator. He clearly sensed a distinct difference in the young woman in white—something profoundly different from Qin Feng. "I feel a strong sense of death emanating from her," said another monk, visibly shaken. "I don't know who the other one is. They will surely launch another surprise attack. We must be cautious—let's form a defensive array!" As soon as the words were spoken, the seven of them arranged themselves into an odd, unfamiliar formation, drawing in Mitsunari Nakamura as well. He found himself at the very center, clearly designated for protection. Honestly, by now, his confidence had been worn down to almost nothing—what remained was only fear. Time passed, minute by minute, yet the enemy still did not appear. Inside the small tripod, Qin Dashi sat on the grass, humming, "I'm not stupid. How could I charge headlong into your formations? That would be suicide. I suggest we pick one person to target, strike him down, and then immediately retreat!" "What comes next?" asked the beautiful instructor. "Well, after that—watch how they respond, and then adjust accordingly." Soon, they reached a consensus and selected one individual to be the unfortunate one. They chose him because only he appeared disoriented, clearly shaken by the previous sharp attacks, and still hadn't regained his composure. The leading monk shouted, "All of you, stay alert! The enemy may appear at any moment—absolutely no opportunity for them to strike!" Though the man tried to maintain focus as instructed, he only managed to stay alert for a few minutes before beginning to drift off. The moment had arrived. The two of them simultaneously stepped out of the tripod, launching attacks from opposite sides. The first reaction of the monks wasn't to retaliate, but to retreat. In fact, under these circumstances, retreat wasn't the best choice—advancing offered a much higher chance of survival, since their companions wouldn't simply stand by. But as soon as he retreated, although he avoided Isabella's deadly strike, he exposed most of his body to Qin Feng. *Pfft.* Still not understanding what was happening, a piercing wound went straight through his temple from the fire meteor. The two simply didn't pause—only moments after their bodies solidified, they instantly turned into ethereal shadows again. "Leave them," the leading monk shouted. Several nearby monks simultaneously raised their weapons, only to meet with mere afterimages. The remaining six monks wielded a diverse array of weapons—some traditional Buddhist arms such as the Nine-Emblems Staff, the Crescent Spade, and the Dharmachakra Mallet; others held more localized weapons like the Japanese sword; and among them were also unconventional items such as the Emei Spear and the Nine-Joint Lasso. Nine people remained—only six now—killed by their opponents right under everyone's eyes. Anger surged through the six, and their only thought was now to avenge their fallen comrades, no longer embodying their usual calm, vegetarian demeanor. Nakamura Toshinaga spoke up: "Ladies and gentlemen, I propose we leave here immediately. The terrain is unfavorable to us, and if we linger any longer, they will gradually consume us one by one." The elder monk roared, "We are not going anywhere. We will fight them here to the very end. Form the array—Unbeatable Plum Blossom!" Together, the six shifted their stances and formed a new formation, with Nakamura Toshinaga still protected at the center. Had he not previously promised each of them a temple, he would have been abandoned long ago. He was now deeply grateful for his decision, knowing that these enlightened monks valued wealth. The Invincible Plum Blossom Formation is a well-balanced array, strong in both offense and defense, and highly practical. Now, Qin Shao and the beautiful instructor find it harder than before to gain any advantage. They are fully aware of this reality. As the saying goes, "a matter doesn't last beyond three attempts"—even if they have a chance, they can no longer rely on the same method used earlier, or risk making a mistake themselves. Seven people waited for two hours without seeing anyone emerge. Muneyoshi Nakamura suggested once again, "It seems the enemy truly isn't willing to show themselves. We should move quickly and withdraw. Staying here isn't sustainable. Gentlemen, I believe we should go out and secure a favorable terrain, from where we can await the enemy's appearance."