?Reading on mobile phone is a cultivator, and one of higher rank. At the Eighty Electronic Book venue, Qin Feng quietly stepped away from the crowd, as experts had judged that beneath a depth of 500 meters, the drilling speed significantly slowed after reaching 300 meters—thus, it would take considerable time to reach 500 meters. The visitor remained orderly, not wandering around, but staying at the spot where they appeared. "Who is this?" Qin Feng called out when he was thirty meters away. "Master of the Golden Dragon Sect, Master Wuyi." The speaker was an elder, holding a fan, dressed in a milky-white Taoist robe, exuding a serene, celestial aura. The Golden Dragon Sect had arrived quite swiftly indeed. Qin, the younger one, coldly remarked, "You're here to settle scores with your disciple, aren't you? I can assure you, this is military territory under the Chinese national defense—anyone, even a cultivator, is not allowed to approach without permission!" "The elder didn't get angry; instead, he smiled and said, 'Friend, you can't put it quite that way. The military merely arrived a step earlier than the cultivation realm to take control of this region. If cultivators had arrived first, established their presence, and claimed the land, what would the military and government have done?' He countered firmly, 'But now it's the military that has enclosed this area—your arrival here would only be disruptive!' 'You, though a military official, are also a cultivator, aren't you?' the elder asked. "He scoffed, saying, 'It's simple to achieve that—precisely because you've been rigidly traditional. Doesn't my very existence prove that? Your cultivation methods are fundamentally flawed, and so are your very ideas. Take your emphasis on purity of mind and simplicity of desire, for instance. Yet human desires and personal ambitions are never truly extinguished. Given that premise, all your talk of simplicity amounts to mere empty rhetoric—what good is it, beyond deceiving yourselves?' Such criticism may indeed be considered heretical, yet it holds considerable merit. Moreover, with Qin Feng's exceptional standing, the elder sage cannot yet turn against him, for a confrontation would still leave the outcome uncertain. Since becoming a cultivator, Wuwei the True has devoted over a hundred years, diligently striving to reach the peak of the Journey-Through-Peril stage. He finally achieved that rank and has remained there for decades. Recently, he has just advanced to the pinnacle of that stage." Based on his years of experience in observing people, he could easily tell that Qin Feng was not very old—having begun his cultivation from birth, he had only been practicing for no more than twenty years, and yet his progress had been so remarkable. If Qin were to learn that the young lord had only been involved in cultivation for less than a year, the old man would surely be driven to death by shock. Could it really be that rigidity in tradition was the cause? He had never heard of such a thing—over the course of thousands of years, the cultivation path had remained largely unchanged. Aside from a few early-stage cultivators, everyone advanced at a similar pace, and it typically took several decades or even over a century to reach the level of a Sky-Perceiving Master. As for the final stage of ascending to the heavens, many cultivators took more than three hundred years. "That means whoever has the stronger punch wins." Qin Feng understood the old man's point and immediately summoned his flying sword. The old man didn't waste any time either—setting down his fan, he produced a device resembling a trumpet, made of purple copper. Since neither of them wanted to waste words, they began the fight right away. Qin Feng launched the first attack, adopting a cautious approach since he didn't know the strength of his opponent, aiming his sword at the old man's chest. The old man remained calm, gently shaking his magical object, which emitted a crisp sound—turns out it was a bell, which explained its trumpet-like appearance. "Bell... bell..." As the sound grew faster, the ordinary tones transformed into wave-like sounds with visible afterimages. Qin Feng's flying sword seemed to strike something solid, its speed dropping sharply until it halted mid-air, unable to advance another inch. The old man smiled warmly, "Young man, my magical item is called the Shaking Heaven Bell—capable of both offense and defense. Your flying sword, however, falls short." "Hey, isn't it just a little treasure? I've got one too. He recalled the Golden Platform Basin he had seized from others—this item had been dormant for a long time, having proven invaluable during his earlier battles against mutated humanoid beasts. Yet, he decided against using it now. After all, it had been acquired through a violent means—by taking it from others and even killing them—so once it was recognized, that would certainly be a disadvantage. Moreover, the Basin excelled in creating illusions; it should have been used from the very beginning. To bring it out now would surely draw the old master's attention. Besides this, Qin Shao only had a pile of scrolls and talismans left. To other cultivators, scrolls were often considered rather insignificant, but Qin never saw it that way. He now mastered the art of crafting advanced talismans—such as the high-level Lightning Scroll, whose destructive power rivaled that of ice spears requiring incantations to manifest. And right now, he was holding exactly two such scrolls. Crack—crack— Two flashes of lightning erupted simultaneously, striking the old master from left and right. The elder monk thought, with the power of the Thunder Bell, he had firmly held Qin Feng in check—only to find out that Qin Feng had a scroll of incantation. He quickly dodged, managing only to avoid one bolt of lightning, which struck him squarely on the back of the skull. The silver serpentine arcs danced across his body, and due to his unpreparedness, he was struck hard—his entire frame ached, and his mobility was severely compromised. Qin, adhering to the principle of "a visit without a return is not proper," smiled and said, "Old man, this is my Lightning Spell. I don’t need any magical artifact—just a small piece of paper. How does it taste, by the way?" The elder monk was furious. He had come to support his disciple, and though he didn’t feel confident about defeating Qin Feng, he had hoped for at least a draw. Instead, he had suffered a major setback right from the start. Moreover, at the very moment he was struck by lightning, the sound waves emitted by the Thunder Bell vanished, Qin Feng’s flying sword regained its freedom and now surged toward him.