?Mobile reading Dong Guankun thought Qin Feng was being overly dramatic—how could he possibly present evidence? If that were truly the case, why would his own staff speak so strongly against it? To date, he has come to realize that people at his own side are more likely to be lying. After all, Qin Feng is merely a guest, and it's his first visit to Xiao Yao Pai. Even if he were assertive, he wouldn't reach such a level of intensity. The fact that he willingly yielded the Lian Tai last time clearly shows that Qin Feng is a pragmatic person who knows when to act. However, as the headmaster of Xiao Yao Pai and the host of the gathering, Dong Guankun naturally has to stand by his own people—unless Qin Feng can actually present solid evidence. What kind of evidence is that? It's simply absurd. Qin Feng certainly understands Dong Guankun's thoughts: aside from the direct proof that would make Qin Feng silent, all other arguments would be easily refuted. As the saying goes, "When someone is under someone else's roof, they have no choice but to bow." Even if the guest is right, the outcome would likely be a mutual compromise—each party settling for a fair but If the guest has no grounds, the outcome will surely be disastrous, because from the very beginning, Dong Guanqun never treated Qin Feng as a true guest—he saw him instead as a competitor vying for the Lotus Platform. Having one fewer competitor was precisely what Dong Guanqun had hoped for. "Qin Feng, come now, produce your evidence," he said coldly, then subtly glanced at the accounting officer. The accounting officer was already pretending to faint. Without a word, he gave the abbot a quiet nod, signaling that the guest clearly had no proof. As a party involved, his own opinion carried the most weight. Dong Guanqun now felt confident, turned back to Qin Feng, and waited for his performance. Qin, the young lord, smiled gently and said, "No need to rush. Since this is about evidence, I believe it would be most appropriate to present it before everyone, so that all may judge fairly. What do you think, Master Dong?" Dong Guanqin was also delighted. He thought, "You're trying to make a big deal out of this—exactly what I've been hoping for! Let every person in the cultivation world know just what kind of character Qin Feng truly is. And now you want to compete with me for the Lotus Platform? Then I'll make sure you can't stand a chance in this world of cultivation." He turned and said, "Go and invite the heads of the major sects!" "Yes, Master." The disciples hurried off, bustling with enthusiasm. Qin Feng was beaten down, wondering where his previous charm—his ability to instantly captivate thousands of beautiful young women—had gone. Why did he have absolutely no impact on this simple, inexperienced young girl right in front of him? Turning to He Muqing, who was gently stroking Ling'er's head with a warm smile, he said, "Don't worry. I know him well—he never does anything without being certain of success!" "That's good," said the younger sister. Soon, several prominent figures arrived, including the Master of the Tongling Sect, who had just been dragged off to have a drink. Of course, there was also the rather awkward old man, who had already learned of his prized disciple's defeat at Qin Feng's hands. His face was frosty, clearly hoping for nothing but a poor outcome. Dong Gqian bowed to the several masters, then turned to Qin Feng and said, "Qin Feng, these are all prominent figures in the cultivation world. Now, present your so-called evidence. But let me be clear from the start—should the facts prove you to be at fault, the Xiao Yao Sect won't be lenient with you. We uphold the principle of 'revenge with blood for blood, and teeth for teeth.' So I remind you not to try to find loopholes—everyone here has sharp eyes!" Qin Feng nodded in agreement and gave a composed shrug, humming, "Rest assured, I'll have you fully convinced!" The humble old man interjected, "Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up! Everyone's time is precious!" Qin remained calm and composed. With a wave of his hand, a large television screen exceeding 80 inches appeared before him. Then, he pulled out his smartphone from his pocket and smiled, saying, "Unlike you, having grown up in the everyday world, I prefer the technologies that you often find unappealing—especially smartphones. I'm sure you're all familiar with them, though some might have never seen one. Allow me to briefly introduce it!" Pointing to the black circular hole on the back of the phone, he explained, "This is the camera—high-definition. I don't remember the exact resolution, but the images it captures are definitely clear. Moreover, I have a habit of secretly photographing things—be it beautiful women or scenic landscapes. Of course, life isn't only filled with such beautiful moments; there are also many behind-the-scenes, less glamorous events that are equally worth capturing and sharing with everyone." "As he spoke, he established the connection between his phone and the television, and soon an image appeared. To everyone's surprise, it was Ling'er—specifically, the scene of her changing clothes and brushing her hair, exactly as he had described, and remarkably clear. 'Big jerk, you're such a nuisance!' Ling'er immediately blazed up. Though on screen she was merely changing her outer garment and dressed neatly underneath, the sight of so many eyes upon her was unbearable for the young novice. Heveng also shot him a sharp look, clearly implying that if he didn't act up, he'd surely die. Qin Shao, wiping sweat from his brow, said, 'It's a mistake, a mistake—please don't mind. The real key comes next!' The group burst into laughter. As they looked at the spiritual gate master and the senior disciple, some were flushed with embarrassment, others were filled with righteous indignation—had Qin Feng not been so highly ranked, they would have already stormed over to him, launching a barrage of punches and kicks. Ling'er clenched her teeth tightly, eager to leap up and bite him to death. Dong Guankun smiled with a deeply thoughtful expression, thinking, How dare you, a young, inexperienced lad—still fresh out of the nest—you’re far too green to challenge me. Qin Feng hurriedly switched the scene, for he was actually the most distressed one—truly not at all intentional. The scene changed to the reception hall, where the self-important accountant made his entrance. He raised his head, glanced at the camera, then immediately lowered it again, humming under his breath, "The Ling Miao Sect? Have you heard of it? I’ve never heard of such a sect!" "Then, Qin Feng? I specifically called for Qin Feng!" "Ah, you’re Qin Feng? Then I must say, meeting you in person is far less impressive than hearing about you!" "... "How much do you need then? What will satisfy you?" "More is always better—more is never enough. Less, on the other hand, will leave me dissatisfied. Just give me a few hundred pills or a couple of magical items—remember, the pills must be at the mid-level or above. I won’t settle for anything below that."