Zhao Bin was completely stunned. He had always been confident about his financial resources—except perhaps the heads of the major sects, no one else could possibly present hundreds of pills at once. He had thought this would be a chance to showcase himself, but instead, a young man stepped forward with even more pills, of even higher quality. When Zhao Bin first presented his pills, everyone was amazed; but when Qin's young companion stepped up, the crowd had only admiration left. Zhao Bin's face turned even redder—he could clearly see that his offerings were not on par with theirs. How could he claim to be giving Ling'er the very best? He scoffed, "I can present Ling'er with countless magical artifacts..." "Wait," Qin's young companion interrupted him firmly. "Countless artifacts? Are you sure they're not merely lower-grade ones? Let me put it this way—everyone has come here to compete for ownership of the top-tier lotus platforms. If you want to prove your worth, go and reclaim the platform yourself and present it to her. Then we'll believe you!" Zhao Bin snapped his eyes open: "You're talking lightly! In front of so many masters, how could I possibly deserve to reclaim the Lotus Platform?" "Even the thought of that hasn't crossed your mind—then how can you claim to have given Ling'er the very best? You're joking, aren't you?" Qin Shao countered firmly. "I'm not joking. I'm saying it boldly—I'm going to snatch the Lotus Platform and present it to the woman I love most!" "What are you, really? *Thud...*" As Zhao Bin had just finished his scolding, he was sent flying with a single kick, leaving him no room to resist. Qin Shao slowly drew back his leg and said, "Perhaps you should first ask yourself—what are you, really? A mere Huazheng-period cultivator challenging the authority of a JiMi-period master? That's exactly what you're doing—seeking your own demise!" Everyone around stared in astonishment. JiMi-period? Really? After a brief investigation, they quickly concluded that this young man indeed possessed exceptional strength—capable of effortlessly kicking a Huazheng-period master off his feet. Even without being a JiMi-period cultivator, Ling'er clapped her hands enthusiastically, saying, "Such a bad guy! Truly impressive—that person has been due for a scolding all along. Thank you so much for stepping in on my behalf. By the way, are you really going to snatch the Lotus Platform and give it to Qing sister?" Qin Dashao smiled warmly and said, "I absolutely have to take it, and I'm confident I'll succeed. As for who I'll give it to, I haven't decided yet—actually, giving it to you might work too. Would you like that?" "Sure," Ling'er nodded without hesitation, then suddenly realized something was off, her cheeks turning bright red. She whispered, "No, no—I absolutely don't want it! That's Qing sister's thing!" He Mu Qing added, "It's not certain, though—perhaps one day Xiao Feng will actually give the Lotus Platform to you. Be prepared, little sister, or you might find yourself at a loss!" "Ugh, I'm not listening to you anymore!" Ling'er bounced off, eager to escape. He Mu Qing walked over to Qin Feng and gave him a solid smack, then said with a huff, "Didn't you want "He chuckled, saying, 'I just don't want to see flowers wilted on manure—after all, I'm a decent guy.' He gave a mischievous smile. Heeyou, the leader, glanced at him with a look of mild annoyance and whispered, 'After getting to know her these past few months, Ling'er truly is a wonderful girl. If you're serious about pursuing her, you'd better act quickly—she's not young anymore, but her heart remains simple. Once she's exposed to more experiences, she'll become much harder to win over!' Qin Shao smiled warmly, 'Got it. Thank you so much, Qingqing—don't worry, I won't let you down!' With his wife's full support, what could he be more enthusiastic about than to go and tease the lovely young woman? As he was about to leave, a sudden voice of anger rang out, 'Qin Feng, you've gone too far! Why did you have to hit my people!' He thought it was the elderly, awkward man returning, but upon turning, he found it was Dong Qinkun—his face drawn tight with anger, and several of his disciples carrying a stretcher on which lay the accountant, looking quite miserable Qin Feng glanced at Dong Guankun and his entourage, and sneered, "That's because your people have been rude—publicly demanding bribes from me, even speaking disrespectfully. I'm going to give them a lesson so that your Xiaoyao Sect can maintain its reputation and avoid being criticized for lacking hospitality!" Dong Guankun indignantly replied, "You're spreading lies! How could my people have approached you for money? It was you who first spoke disrespectfully, then launched a sudden attack, seriously injuring my staff. You've ignored that, and now you're turning around and blaming me—do you really think no one here will hold you accountable?" A few minutes earlier, Dong Guankun had returned with his distinguished guest to the hall. As soon as they entered, he noticed a strong scent of blood, and then found the accounting clerk lying on the ground, severely injured. After receiving emergency treatment, the clerk regained consciousness and gave a detailed account of Qin Feng's misconduct. Dong Gqian was naturally furious. This was his own patch—inviting you to attend the Gathering of the Immortal Deities was a gesture of courtesy. Now, you dare to attack the host directly? Are you truly growing impatient? The accountant, of course, wouldn't admit that he had initiated the matter. Even if Qin Feng challenged him, it could simply be seen as him turning around and blaming him. As a member of the XIAOYOUE school, Dong Gqian would naturally trust his own people over outsiders. Besides, at that moment, only two people were present, each insisting on their own version of events. How could you prove that what you said was true, and what the other person claimed was false? That’s precisely why he dared to boast and fabricate stories, asking Dong Gqian to defend him. He Mei Qing had no idea what had transpired and asked, “What’s going on?” Qin Feng replied, “When I went to handle the formalities, it was this person who received me. He spoke with arrogance, even demanding that we be demoted from eleventh place down to last—unless I were to pay him a bribe!” “What happened then?” "Then I gave him a solid punch, and he immediately became cooperative, rushing to handle the paperwork for me. But when I turned around, he claimed I was the one who had been provocative." He deliberately spoke in a voice that everyone could hear: "I never thought it would come to this—how low the Xiaoyao School people have fallen! I'm utterly disappointed!" "Qin Feng, you're making this up!" Gong Qinkuan had already believed his allies' account, and wanted to rush in and fight him right then. Qin Feng sneered, "Gong Qinkuan, you say it's my fault—what evidence do you have? Can't you just rely on what this man says out of his own mouth to prove it?" Gong Qinkuan coldly replied, "And what about me? I can't produce any evidence either. So I choose to trust my own people. If you're wise, Qin, break off one of your arms and leave—then I won't pursue this matter further!" Qin also smiled, "You're truly generous. But what if I have evidence showing that it's actually your people who are at fault?" Dong Gankun clenched his fists and said, "I will not show leniency. Not only will I punish those who made mistakes, but I will also personally apologize to you, Qin Feng, in front of everyone here!"