The phone reading: Master Brother with the horse-faced expression hadn't even had time to react before being kicked clean off his feet by Qin Feng. He was knocked unconscious the very moment he was struck and landed heavily on the ground, his condition utterly miserable. If he had merely been knocked off balance, at least he could have adjusted his posture mid-air and avoided such a dramatic fall. Everyone stared in shock, only now realizing the gravity of the situation and rushing to check Master Qin's rank. Like Master Brother with the horse-faced expression, none of them succeeded—each one's hopes began to sink steadily, like a stone dropped into deep water. Even a simple person could sense they had encountered a formidable opponent. The senior brother intended to offer an apology, but it was too late—before he could speak, Master Qin moved again. Thud… plop… boom… boom… The remaining five brothers were all knocked to the ground without a single successful counterattack. Not one of them managed to respond or even activate their spiritual energy shields in time—each one was easily overwhelmed. This is the difference brought about by the hierarchy—something Qin Xiaoshao finds entirely natural. As for the senior brother, he has never said anything unkind, and truly feels a bit embarrassed about taking action against him. Yet, seeing all his younger brothers being beaten, he can't just stand by; though he knows he's no match himself, he still adopts a defensive stance and says, "Then let's see the master techniques of Lingmiao Sect!" He doesn't want to remain untouched, lest his younger brothers harbor complaints—after all, a good beating isn't such a big deal. In fact, he has already noticed that although the attacks appear forceful, his brothers suffer only superficial injuries, with at most some blockages in certain meridians that can be resolved simply through proper breathing and qi circulation. "As you wish," Qin Xiaoshao smiles, for since it's your initiative, what's there to be formal about? Just as he was about to move, a female voice rang out: "Don't touch my senior brother! If you've got the strength, fight me yourself!" Qin Shao involuntarily turned toward the direction of the voice. Standing on the stone beside him was a young girl dressed in a red Taoist robe, her eyes wide open and holding a long sword in her hands. The girl appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen, yet her expression and attire conveyed the lively spirit of a fiery young woman. Her large, bright eyes now brimmed with anger, and beneath her straight, prominent nose was a delicate, rosy mouth. Her hair was styled in an ancient fashion, with the middle part raised high and secured by a beautifully crafted silver hairpin, several strands of flowing hair cascading down to her chest. "Little sister, this has nothing to do with you. Please, get out of the way right away," called out her senior brother, growing increasingly anxious. He didn't mind taking a beating himself, but if he ended up dragging his little sister into it, how would he explain it to their master? "No way! How could I just stand by and watch you being treated unfairly? Absolutely not!" The girl had been enjoying herself here until she remembered it was time to eat, so she rushed back—just in time to see her senior brothers being beaten up. She wasn't exactly sure what had happened before, but that didn't matter; she was firmly choosing to stand with her own team. Qin Shao couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and even He Muqing, standing beside him, was amazed by the stunning charm of this ancient-style beauty—she was simply like a real-life porcelain doll, so adorable. Qin Shao himself didn't find her adorable; he found her vibrant and fiery. The senior brother was nearly crying. On our own ground, you must have thought you were above everyone else—well, that's understandable. But as for the idea that when you're away from home, you're always three generations below, you've never even heard of it! Oh well, if only we had known this earlier, we wouldn't have let you get so much the upper hand all along. Thanks to the favor and affection from her master and all the senior brothers, this young girl always believed herself to be the second-best practitioner at Tongling Sect, even surpassing her senior brother. The top-ranked master, of course, was her respected teacher. She never realized that every time she sparred with the senior brothers, they deliberately held back, always making sure she won. It was precisely this consistent treatment that fostered her overconfidence—she often felt out of her depth, and whenever she saw her senior brothers being beaten, as the Sect’s second-best practitioner, she couldn’t just stand by. "Why are you beating my senior brother? Are you a real bad guy?" the young girl demanded. He smiled, "I'm not a bad guy at all. In fact, people around me often call me the 'bad husband.' If you'd just add the word 'husband' after 'bad guy,' I won't mind at all—wahahaha!" Seeing his mischievous smile, the leader thought, trouble—this adorable young sister is going to have it tough. He cleared his throat and spoke in a rich, resonant voice: "Allow me to introduce myself. I am the headmaster of LingMiao Sect—I'm Qin Feng!" "Oh, you're Qin Feng," Master Brother exclaimed, astonished. It made perfect sense now—how could they have beaten us? Just moments ago, you all had been criticizing Qin Feng nonstop. This beating certainly wasn't unwarranted. "What's the LingMiao Sect?" the young woman turned to her senior, asking, "Is it as well-known as our TongLing Sect?" Qin stepped forward first: "LingMiao Sect is relatively new—of course, we don't have the same reputation as your TongLing Sect. But at this Gathering of the Celestial Immortals, LingMiao Sect will surely shine brightly and make it into the top ten. That's absolutely certain!" The young woman's face immediately turned pale. If they're making it into the top ten, doesn't that mean they'll push our TongLing Sect down from the tenth spot? What a bold claim—truly, too much to ask. She nimbly leapt down from the stone, shouting, "You're overestimating yourself! I'd like to see just how much your boasts exceed your actual strength—let's fight!" Her senior brother quickly interjected, "Little sister, don't be hasty—this is just a misunderstanding!" "What misunderstanding? All the brothers have been knocked down—what misunderstanding could there be?" she said with growing urgency, then assumed a forward offensive stance. The leader returned a withering look. The senior brother quickly stepped in to stop his younger sister: "Listen to me—you're no match for him. Didn't you see how they were all knocked down?" The younger sister protested: "Exactly because they were knocked down, I came to the rescue! What's wrong with you, Brother? They're all your junior brothers. How can you still be speaking in favor of others? This is truly disappointing!"