Qi Feng had prepared himself for something that would surprise Dong Qunqian. Just over ten days since their last meeting, Dong Qunqian had advanced from Upper Class Kui Tian Stage to Lower Class Ji Mi Stage—a feat that would surely astonish anyone. Yet, to his disappointment, Dong Qunqian was not in the reception hall of the Xiao Yao Sect. A middle-aged cultivator was handling the reception, wearing large black-framed glasses, with a flat nose and thin lips—on first glance, he seemed more like a bookkeeper who specialized in calculating accounts than a spiritual cultivator. "Where is Master Dong?" the man asked, without lifting his head. "Out attending to our guests," the man replied, still not looking up. "What can I do for you?" Qi Feng responded, "I've come to handle the formalities here—shouldn't this be under your responsibility?" "Of course it is," the bookkeeper replied with a sniff. "If it weren't for me, why would I be here? What's your name, and which sect are you from?" He only glanced at Qi Feng briefly before lowering his head again—an act that was notably unceremonious. Qin was a little restrained, his temper simmering, and replied, "Ling Miao Sect, Qin Feng!" "Ling Miao Sect? I've never heard of it. Let me check my records," he pretended to scan the ledger, then said, "Indeed, there's no Ling Miao Sect!" "Then Qin Feng? I'm Qin Feng." Qin chose to remain patient—after all, his current objective was to secure the Lotus Platform and to elevate the reputation of the Ling Miao Sect. It simply wasn't worth arguing with someone so self-centered. "You're Qin Feng, I suppose. It's always better to hear of someone than to meet them in person," the accountant said, lifting his head only to glance at him briefly before lowering it again. The earlier behavior had already been rather uncivilized; now it was even worse. After finding Qin Feng's name, the man sneered, "It seems the headmaster has no clear idea of what he wants. Any ordinary person—any cat or dog—can be ranked eleventh. It's no wonder the other sects have growing complaints. Even if you were the one who first discovered the Lotus Platform, what good would that do? The Gathering of "Qin Feng coldly remarked, 'Then, in your eyes, what exactly constitutes strength?' 'Rank, numbers—these are concrete manifestations of strength,' the accounting officer sniffed. 'You're merely a rising, unknown junior. To place you among the top forty is already a generous gesture. How can you claim special treatment simply because you discovered the Lotus Platform?' 'So it is,' Qin said, his voice rising to a crescendo. 'You're not just being petty—how dare you question me?' The man was straightforward: 'That's correct. I simply don't intend to give you the ranking. However, since the Master has already made this decision, it doesn't matter to me. You'll have to pay a price for it, understand?' While speaking, he didn't lift his gaze, instead raising his right hand and forming a money-counting gesture with his thumb, index finger, and middle finger. It couldn't be clearer—unless you bribe me, you won't even stand a chance at securing the eleventh spot. Qin Feng smiled, eager to see if this man would dare to make a bold demand. "Then how much shall I offer? What will satisfy you?" The accounting officer chuckled. "The more, the better—I won't mind if you give me hundreds of pills or even a few pieces of magical equipment. Just remember: the pills must be at the mid-level or higher. I won't settle for lower-grade ones!" Indeed, he was quite bold—right from the start, he asked for hundreds of pills. You'd think pills were just like candy beans, wouldn't you? Even though my girlfriend Lin Caivai has an impressive success rate of 95% in pill-making, she wouldn't hand them over to someone like you. His tone shifted. "What if I refuse to accept anything?" The accountant lifted his head for the third time, speaking in a deeply significant tone: "Then don't blame me if I don't give you the benefit of the doubt—your eleventh entry is canceled, and your current ranking is last... Hmm, what level are you at? I just can't seem to figure it out!" Qin Feng didn't rush to act, but smiled instead: "Take a closer look, and think carefully—what's preventing you from seeing your level?" He furrowed his brows, studying the scene intently, yet remained puzzled, murmuring under his breath, "How could this be? Surely your level must be higher than mine—after all, you're just some fresh-faced youngster!" Fresh-faced youngster. Master Qin stepped in and delivered a solid punch straight to the opponent's chest. This punch was delivered with resentment, hence with full force, and since the opponent hadn't activated his spiritual energy shield, it landed squarely—taking the full brunt. Thud! The accountant was knocked off his chair and crashed into the wall behind, causing the hall itself to tremble slightly. He felt his chest filled with surging qi and blood, several vital meridians severely damaged. Due to the powerful force, his dan-tian in the lower abdomen also suffered serious injuries. Based on his over a hundred years of experience as a cultivator, he knew clearly that recovery would take at least two years, and would require a substantial supply of healing pills. Moreover, during those two years, no one could guarantee that all the damaged meridians would fully recover—should that fail, he would never be able to heal completely. Now, he was terrified beyond measure. How could anyone else, especially someone of a higher rank, have delivered such a powerful punch? At the same time, he regretted deeply. Indeed, one cannot judge a person by their appearance. Who could have imagined that a young man would possess such a high rank? He began to blame Dong Qiankun for not having mentioned this earlier. Of course, Qin Feng wouldn't kill him with a single punch—that would bring him into conflict with the Xiao Yao Sect. With a cold smile, he said, "Now, don't you think my eleventh-ranked candidate is still unsuitable? I'm giving you a chance to correct your mistake—go ahead and handle the formalities right away. Otherwise, I'll keep beating you!" The accounting officer struggled to rise from the ground, gritting his teeth and saying, "I'll attend to your formalities right now. May I ask, Qin Daojun—?" Indeed, in the cultivation world, one truly judges by strength. Just a moment ago, he had been so arrogant and self-assured; now, after being struck, he immediately knew what it meant to bow and scrape. "Your 'Daojun' is a complete fool! Don't even try to flatter me." Qin Shao cut him off without hesitation. "Yes, yes, Qin Master—your sect's camp is located in the southern region, adjacent to the Tong Ling Sect. You'll easily find it there—" "Hmph. Next time, keep your eyes open! Dogs can't even see what's in front of them. What about Dong Qian Qin Shao felt unsatisfied and stormed off in a huff. The accountant endured the pain, only speaking once Qin had gone far enough: "Qin, you wait! If I don't make you a complete disgrace, then I'll never be a true disciple of the Xiaoxiao Sect!" He had already planned it out—he would wait for the abbot to return, then spin a tale of Qin Feng's misdeeds, and finally expel him from the Gathering of the Immortals.