The Midorikawa family: the body of Midorikawa Shun-nan was carefully assembled. Though no matter how hard efforts were made, it remained difficult to reconstruct a living image of him before his passing, he had left a will stating that if he died unexpectedly, his body must be placed in the newly purchased crystal coffin. This crystal coffin, which he had acquired in Europe at great expense, reportedly cost tens of millions of dollars. However, the coffin was unusually large—enough that, together with the attached sections, it occupied several rooms, necessitating the demolition of several walls to accommodate it. In fact, it was a state-of-the-art gene cloning apparatus, but with one condition: it could only clone gene-enhanced humanoids, offering no benefit to ordinary people. Moreover, the apparatus was single-use, and its cost was extremely high. Immediately upon the body fragments entering the coffin, the system began to operate. At this very moment, Qin Feng was enthusiastically eliminating the legendary figures from the Sun Kingdom—ninja, ronin, and monks from other temples—anyone he had targeted, even if ultimately found to be merely renowned in name, would inevitably meet their end. The Sun Kingdom was now in even greater turmoil, and this was still before he turned his attention to the common people; otherwise, widespread suffering would surely have ensued. The six monks from the mountain monastery were deeply frustrated, yet they had remained in place for so long that leaving would mean their efforts falling short. Most of all, they feared that if any of them were left alone, they would be severely struck down. Just as Qin had just dealt with one ninja, his phone rang—Feng Tian's number. "Hello, Grandfather," he said with a mischievous smile, "how did you happen to think of calling me?" The elder sighed impatiently, "If I don't call you anymore, you dare to wipe out the Sun Nation? Come back, come back! Do you know how many storms we've weathered for you? The Sun Nation people aren't stupid. Their silence now doesn't mean they'll never protest. If things really come to that, no one will dare speak up for you!" "What this means is that you're born a native of the Celestial Empire, die a native of the Celestial Empire, even if you're turned to ash, you'll still be fertilizer for the Empire—your whole life, you'll never be able to claim foreigner status. Qin Shao shrugged and said, "Got it. The only remaining minor issue here will be settled soon after, and I'll return immediately. Your father doesn't need to worry at all. If those Sun Nationals dare to stir up trouble, simply tell them: as long as they're willing to endure the exposure of their past misconduct, they can go ahead and make a fuss!" The elder's eyes lit up. "Do you have any inside information? Please share it with me!" Qin Shao said with a cheerful smile, "Not yet, but once I decide to secure it, it won't be difficult at all." The elder, somewhat disappointed, let the matter drop. He had hoped Qin Feng would reveal some juicy details and turn them into a good story. No matter what, the old man's words still counted. Qin, accompanied by Isabella, once again arrived at the mountain valley, determined to settle the issue with the monks in one go. The female instructor was amazed, pointing downward and saying, "How could that be? They haven't left a single one—really, you were absolutely right!" Qin smiled and said, "Of course. They've been intimidated by us two, so no one dares to leave, fearing they'll end up being the lone one. That's why they're all staying here, waiting!" "Even then, we still can't possibly hold our own against six of them working together," the instructor remarked. "Of course we're playing our long game. Did you think I was just going around fighting little fish and shrimp these past few days?" he chuckled. The instructor suddenly realized—she truly didn't match Qin in strategic thinking, though she always enjoyed this kind of approach. The two parted ways. Qin Feng stepped onto his flying sword and soared toward the valley, first casting down a bomb. After the explosion, he shouted with a loud voice, "The six bald fellows below—whom among you dares to face me in battle head-on!" None of the six spoke. They believed it was a scheme; once their attention was drawn by the other side, someone would strike from behind. "Hah! I knew it—those river-basin balds are just lacking in spirit," he laughed, his tone full of mockery. "You haven't the courage to face me directly. It seems you're truly destined to die. Then why not let yourselves take the initiative and kill each other off?" A fiery monk stepped forward, pointing at him and shouting, "Wretched Chinese! Don't act so proud. Who says we're not willing to fight? I alone can knock you down. Prove it, and don't just fly around in the sky!" "Ha ha, I didn't know there were others who had grown eggs too! Don't think it's just you—even if we go on a wheel-of-war strategy, I'm not afraid. I'll go down and fight!" He launched himself toward the ground. "Brother, be on your guard!" said a monk seriously. "Don't worry. I'll take on him alone. You five just stay alert. Even if the white-robed woman makes a surprise attack, you five will be more than enough to handle her." He spoke firmly, "Once you take her down, come to my aid. We'll definitely win!" The five nodded in agreement and decided to follow this plan. The two stood face to face, fifteen meters apart. "Old donkey, announce your monastic name," he said with a smirk. The old monk had always been called "old donkey" and naturally felt uncomfortable, so he replied, "Listen closely—I'm Master Zhixin. Make sure you remember who it is that will take your life!" "Qin Sha chuckled lightly: 'Sorry, I'll only remember killing a bald fellow named Zhi Xin, and I'll quickly forget your name—after all, I'll be killing more Sunghu people soon. How could I possibly remember everyone's name?' Master Zhi Xin shook his moon-shaped spade nervously: 'Then let's see what the cultivators truly have to offer!' Sssss—A tank-destroyer missile, trailing a long flame, surged from behind Qin Feng. At the sound, he instinctively stepped aside, the missile nearly brushing past his clothes and striking straight into Master Zhi Xin. Boom—Zhi Xin was thrown back, with several areas of his body blackened and scorched. He coldly remarked, 'Han people, you still only play these little tricks—you never rise to the level of real competition!' 'Wait a minute—that wasn't me!'