Clearly, Xiao Shishi wasn't taking Master Brother's kindness at all—she was entirely focused on avenging the other senior brothers. Master Brother had absolutely no choice but to bow to Qin Feng and say, "I hope you'll show some mercy and spare my little sister!" "Relax, I'm a guy who knows how to treat beautiful women with care," he said with a cheerful smile. That remark, however, earned He Muqing her second withering look—how could you possibly be a man who knows how to cherish beauty when you simply can't move when you see one? Little sister held her long sword aloft, pointing at him and saying, "You, why aren't you drawing your weapon? Do you really intend to fight me barehanded?" "I'm certainly not used to fighting barehanded," he replied with a hint of mockery, "but when facing someone of your level, even being barehanded is a form of slighting you." "Ugh, I'm fed up with your arrogance! You're going to pay for it—come on, take this!" With a swift flick of her long sword, the sword instantly transformed into a flying sword and shot toward Qin Feng. Qin, the young nobleman, remained calm and composed. He slowly extended two fingers, and as the flying sword neared within just ten centimeters of his throat, he gently clamped it between his fingers. The sword trembled several times, yet could not break free from his grasp. As a result, the young sister's face turned crimson—both from her inability to control the sword and from embarrassment. She had hoped to easily defeat her opponent and restore her seniors' dignity, only to find that her most powerful flying sword technique had been effortlessly blocked. Indeed, in past encounters against her seniors, this very move had often led to swift defeats. "Young sister," Qin said with a cheerful, slightly cheeky smile, "what else do you have in store? Go on, show me!" The young sister blushed deeply. Aside from her flying sword technique, she only knew one spell—namely, the ice spear. In this regard, she is extremely similar to Qin Feng and the young girls around him. To date, Qin's younger brother has only mastered two spells—an ice spear and a boulder throw—and the boulder throw is a more recent acquisition; previously, he could only perform the ice spear. Most of the girls around him have likewise only mastered the ice spear, with only two or three having learned the boulder throw alongside him. The younger sister gently pursed her lips and began silently reciting the incantation. Qin smiled again—she was indeed using a spell, and it was the ice spear, specifically the most basic version. The senior brother, however, was quite helpless, shaking his head and murmuring, "Indeed, flowers grown in a greenhouse are not built to withstand wind and sun. I'll surely recommend to the Master that he change his indulgent treatment of the young sister!" Indeed, as the incantation concluded, an ice spear over forty centimeters long materialized out of thin air and then shot toward Qin at a height of more than ten meters. Just as before, he extended his other hand slowly and deliberately—this time even more deliberately, gripping all four fingers while only extending his index finger. As the ice spear approached, his index finger gently bowed and then slowly released it. *Ding*—the tip of the finger struck precisely at the sharp apex of the ice spear. The spear, which had been moving swiftly, seemed to halt instantly, a fine mist forming around it. Fine cracks began to appear on its surface, and within the next second, it shattered into two fragments of ice. The younger sister stared in disbelief, unable to believe what she was seeing. After all, whenever the ice spear was used—whether the master was directly opposite or not—there was always a defensive maneuver, a step back, never a direct collision. "You—you-you!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down, "You're cheating! How can one finger break my ice spear? That's impossible! Tell me—what level are you?" In fact, Master Brother had also wanted to ask this question himself, but it would have been quite impolite to inquire about the other's rank right at their first meeting—especially since a conflict had already arisen between them. Even if he persisted with humility, would the other one have been willing to answer? Unfair treatment, cheating. Qin Xiaoxian was taken aback. This girl truly knew how to shift the blame—wasn't I supposed to be outmatched by you? He replied, "I'm currently at the lower grade of the Extinction Stage. What's wrong?" The younger sister widened her eyes even further, "Extinction Stage? Impossible! How can someone so young be at the Extinction Stage? My master is only at the mid-grade of the Sky-Perceiving Stage. You're lying!" He sighed, looking utterly baffled—could he possibly be less skilled than your master? What kind of logic is this, exactly? Though the younger sister remained unconvinced, Master Brother believed it. If the other hadn't reached the Extinction Stage, how could they have so effortlessly handled the younger disciples at the Transcendence Stage or above? Therefore, ranking him eleventh seemed entirely reasonable. He walked over to his younger sister, spoke in a low, steady tone: "Truly a masterful player. Even if Master himself came, he might not have been able to defeat them. Let's just call it a day!" The younger sister glared at him, then turned to Qin Feng and said, "You're so impressive—why are you treating us so poorly?" Given how formidable he was, daring to speak to them in such a tone—this girl truly had courage. "I'm treating you poorly," Qin Shao replied, eyes wide open. "Could you please ask your senior brother first? If it weren't for these rather dull-spirited fellows being so disrespectful, how could I, as a skilled fighter, have possibly defeated them?" The younger sister was momentarily stunned, then looked toward her senior brother. The senior brother flushed slightly and said, "Yes, that's right. They were the first to be disrespectful, and even volunteered to spar. Yet, they were all defeated. Ultimately, it's our fault—we were at fault from the start. And they've been generous with their efforts; they only fainted, and once they woke up, they were fine!" "The younger sister grew increasingly upset, saying, 'You didn't mention it earlier—almost made us wrong about a good person!' The senior brother could only offer a wry smile, 'I've been telling you this is a misunderstanding all along, yet you wouldn't listen. Now, how can it be my fault at the end?' The younger sister snapped, 'You did mention it, but you never convinced me. So this is your responsibility. I don't care—after all, it's your mistake, and then mine!' This girl is truly a perfect blend of stubbornness and accountability—she admits her own mistakes while simultaneously blaming the senior brother. A top-tier fiery young lady indeed. Qin, the young noble, also felt a bit helpless, turning to look at the beautiful He. He Muqing stepped forward, speaking with confidence, 'Since it's just a misunderstanding, why not simply let it pass? How about that?' 'You're absolutely right,' the senior sister replied, 'Let's just move on and treat it as a simple matter.' "Quick, little sister, let's settle for something simpler," she pointed to the roasted lamb beside them and said, "You two must still be hungry, right? I've invited you here, haven't I? Oh, you're so beautiful, sister!" The beautiful young woman was delighted and replied, "You're even more beautiful than I am. By the way, how old are you?" The young sister's answer nearly made her collapse in surprise—she said, "I'm twenty-six, but my looks have stayed frozen at sixteen. As for you, I should have known better—had I known that, I wouldn't have started taking such good care of my appearance so early, and everyone who sees me would always think I'm still a child."