Certainly unwilling to leave, as whenever unusual phenomena occur, certain treasures from heaven and earth invariably appear—often rare and hard to come by. Once someone happens upon them by chance, the benefits are invariably profound. Besides him, several groups of cultivators had already arrived before, simply because their levels were too low to require any intimidation—they had all departed on their own. Whether they truly left, or merely returned to summon others, remained unclear. To the cultivators, anything in the world that lacked a clear owner belonged to whoever happened to claim it. Such heavenly and earthly treasures arising from symbolic phenomena were especially accessible and open to all. "Comrade, this isn't satisfactory," he said, frowning. "In the cultivation world, the established practice has always been: whoever has the good fortune to obtain such unclaimed treasures, theirs they are." "Qin raised his chin slightly and sneered, "According to the laws of the Huaxia nation, any resource—especially those buried deep beneath the earth—are the nation's. Not only that, but even sunlight and air are considered the nation's. It's merely the government's kindness that allows the people to use them free of charge. Therefore, whatever exists, belongs to the nation. I am representing the government today, not the cultivators!" The Daoist was so agitated that his entire body trembled. If it were anyone else, a physical confrontation would likely have already erupted—cultivators often fight among themselves over precious treasures. Yet he knew he wasn't strong enough to stand against him. Once the fight began, he would surely suffer losses and lose his chance to continue investigating. "Did I not make myself clear enough?" Qin, the young noble, arched an eyebrow and said coldly. "You're not blind, are you? You can see that we've already begun drilling. Under these circumstances, who dares to intervene is destined to become an enemy of the nation and its military forces. So, do you wish to become our enemy?" "Ma Yinghong bit his teeth and said, 'If I were thinking this, how would you react?' 'Eliminate,' he immediately made a throat-cutting gesture and said, 'If you want to seize national assets from the government and military, then you're an enemy of Huaxia. Others might not be able to handle you, but don't forget—you have to pass my test first. Otherwise, let's settle this right now!' As he spoke, Qin Feng gave him a pointed gesture, full of challenge. Ma Yinghong was furious—he truly wanted to engage him in a fight, even if he couldn't win outright, he could always call for reinforcements from the Jinlong Sect, which wasn't to be taken lightly. But Qin's next statement completely shattered his confidence. The exact words were: 'So, shall we fight or not? If we do, let's move quickly—my time is precious. Since entering the Upper-Class Glimpse-of-the-Heaven stage, I haven't faced any cultivators yet, let alone someone of a lower rank!' "Upper-tier Sky-Viewing stage—Ma Yinghong immediately lost his composure. Not only were the Sky-Viewing masters capable of overwhelming him, but even those at the Upper-tier Void-Repository stage could easily leave him gasping and drenched in sweat. It seemed clear that to secure the treasures, they'd have to summon their elders—the master and senior masters—to step in. "He Muqing smiled and said, 'They discovered a small fish and shrimp you mentioned, gave him a good beating, then sent him packing. But when that guy walked away, he left a sharp remark. The two of them were furious and chased after him!' 'Ah,' he exclaimed, eyes widening, 'They've already started fighting—didn't you say we should try to avoid creating conflicts?' The leader glanced at him and scoffed, 'That's because the other party was so arrogant—they wouldn't listen, spoke disrespectfully, and even teased us. Shouldn't someone like that be the one getting beaten?' 'What rank is that young man?' he asked again. This was the real issue—avoiding being turned around on. 'Upper-rank Soul Cultivation stage!' I'm impressed—indeed, a small fish and shrimp. Even one of the girls could have knocked him senseless, let alone both of them working together." After a few minutes, the two women returned happily. Without waiting for Qin Shao to ask, Shu Yajing said, "That young man has been taken care of—he's now a complete mess, like a pig head. Most of his meridians are blocked, and even with the best possible herbal medicine, it will take several months before he can recover!" Romane agreed, "The worst kind of person—low-level, impetuous. When he couldn't handle us himself, he even brought in his sect to intimidate us. Wasn't he scared out of his wits?" "What sect is he from?" Qin Shao asked. Shu, the police officer, replied, "It seems to be called the Silver Sea Sect. I've never heard of it from Cai Wei's mouth—probably a small, unremarkable sect." "I haven't either," Romane said. Qin Feng also admitted he hadn't heard of it. Though he hadn't heard of the Golden Dragon Sect mentioned by Ma Yinghong earlier, he was certain that more cultivators would come to this place, and things would soon become increasingly lively. He Muqing had a sharp eye and spotted another clumsy fellow. "This time, it's all mine!" she declared, "You lot don't even bother to help!" With that, she darted off. Thud… Then came a heavy mallet—specifically prepared by He Muqing. The mallet had a core of the most resilient steel, wrapped in a thick layer of natural rubber. Though strictly speaking, it was still a conventional weapon, it proved quite effective against lower-level cultivators. The man receiving the blow immediately rolled onto the ground, nearly losing consciousness from the force of the single strike.