On mobile reading: He Muqing and Lin Caiwei, bored with idle time, mounted several flying swords and installed over a dozen 360-degree high-definition cameras around the valley's perimeter. Handling such high-tech equipment came naturally to He, who found it effortless. In fact, Lin believed there was no real necessity—just a single mist needle was sufficient. Whether it was ordinary people or even well-intentioned cultivators with ulterior motives, it would be extremely difficult for them to penetrate. However, He Muqing argued that it was better to be well-prepared, since they had nothing else to do; adding an extra layer of protection was surely a good move. All the connections were now established, and upon pressing a button, the small lights on the devices illuminated, signaling smooth operation. On several monitors, images of the valley's surroundings appeared clearly, offering a comprehensive view of the outer area. The cameras were discreetly placed, so even cultivators might not notice them. "Ha ha," He Muqing exclaimed, "we've done it!" "Leader was delighted to say, 'Now we're all set—no matter what happens outside, we won't need to leave the building to stay informed. Vivian, don't act so indifferent, will you? After all, our husbands have so many enemies. What if one day a whole army comes to claim their revenge? We must be the first to know!' Lin, the beautiful woman, shrugged and remarked, 'Ms. Qing, isn't your grandfather the top-ranking official in the military? If he doesn't agree, who would dare send an army over? And what about armies from other countries? Wouldn't the Chinese military give them a welcome like they're visiting a deserted island?' Leader smiled warmly and said, 'That's exactly what I meant—being prepared is always better. Just a metaphor, nothing serious!' Suddenly, Lin Caiwei noticed a small dot appearing in the sky on one of the monitors. With the keen judgment of a cultivator, she instantly recognized it as a person riding a flying sword." He Muqing also noticed immediately, quickly tapping the keyboard with her fingers, zooming in on the image. Indeed, it was a figure stepping on a flying sword, whose posture closely resembled that of Dong Guanqin, the headmaster of the XIAOYAO school. Both women's faces turned pale at once—having personally witnessed the Gathering of the Immortals, they knew well that Dong and Qin Feng were rivals, not allies. Qin's younger brother had repeatedly disrupted Dong Guanqin's plans, so this visitor was clearly not to be taken lightly. "He's circling the valley, surely searching for a weakness in the mist array," Muqing analyzed. "I agree. Let's quickly inform Feng." She stood up. "But don't you feel it's a bit urgent? You're not very confident in the mist array, are you?" her supervisor asked. The young woman shook her head. "Dong is renowned among the cultivators as a master of mechanisms. While the mist may block others, it may not hold against him. We should prepare in advance—otherwise, if he manages to break through, we'll be scrambling!" "Yes," the supervisor acknowledged, realizing the seriousness of the situation. Soon, they found Qin Shao sound asleep in the small stele. "What? Dong has arrived," Qin Feng said, rubbing his sleepy eyes, clearly surprised. Lin Caivei replied, "Yes, from his demeanor, we can tell he's not here to be friendly—he's come to pick a fight. I and Qingjie believe he's here to challenge us!" "That's not surprising," he chuckled, leaping off the bed and remembering to tuck Ling'er in, saying, "He'll eventually blame me for not being the Grand Marshal. You've set up a monitoring room, haven't you? Let's go take a look!" Watching the images on the large screen, Qin Shao could no longer smile. Dong Quan-kun truly lived up to his reputation as a master of administrative strategy—he had already pinpointed the flaw in the misty array. With his capabilities, he would find the exact location of the array's center within the next half-hour and then proceed calmly through the mist. "What should we do now, Xiao Feng?" asked the leader, frowning. He chuckled, "The mist array has thirty-six different variations. Once he's got a good grasp of it, I'll switch to a new method—by then, Dong will definitely feel like his efforts are coming undone!" Lin Caivé hesitated, unsure whether her viewpoint was correct, so she decided to observe first. A few minutes later, Dong Qiankun's face lit up with joy, as he was about to succeed. But that joy lasted only a few seconds before turning into profound despair—he had just prepared to pass through the mist array when he suddenly noticed that its form had undergone a complete transformation. "How could this have happened?" he roared. In the command room, Qin Shao laughed heartily, losing his composure, saying, "Old guy is furious. Once he's mastered it, I'll switch to another one—by then, he'll be completely exhausted!" He Li added, "Exactly. He'll be completely exhausted!" Only Lin Caivé's eyes carried a hint of concern. An hour later, Dong Guankun had nearly mastered the new mist array, only to find it had changed again, which made him furious, blowing his whistle and glaring. Half an hour later, Lin Beauty's growing concern became evident. She said, "Feng, something's wrong—I haven't noticed it yet, but isn't it clear that Dong is spending less and less time each time? I think he's finally figured out the structure of the mist. If he tries a few more times, the array will likely become ineffective!" Both were startled—this was exactly what they'd observed. Qin Young slammed the table. "No way! If he truly discovers the secret, the mist array will be completely useless. We absolutely can't let this happen. You two just stay here—I'll go talk to him!" "Be careful," Lin Beauty said with concern. "Don't worry," he replied with confidence. "If we can't hold our ground, we'll just retreat. After all, our level difference isn't that great." A few minutes later, Dong Guankun smiled and murmured to himself, "This little mist may change a bit, but it can't hold me back at all. Qin Feng—you wait here. Today, I'm not going to just settle for a visit; I'm going to tear your base apart!" His full attention was on the mist array, and he hadn't even noticed that Qin Shao had already appeared above him. Hearing his murmurs, Qin Feng was certain this man had come to cause trouble—no courtesy needed. High-explosive incendiary shells, depleted uranium penetrators, and armor-piercing rounds, totaling several dozen of varying sizes, fell freely from a height of one hundred meters, crashing down toward Dong Guankun's head. As the wind rushing overhead grew louder, he instinctively lifted his head to see fast-descending black specks. Boom! Boom! Boom! With the explosions, the area where he stood was instantly engulfed in flames. The high-explosive shells generated temperatures exceeding a thousand degrees, and irregular fragments of lean uranium metal darted through the flames, creating a scene akin to hell on earth. Even Qin Feng, stationed hundreds of meters above, was blown several meters off his feet by the blast before he could regain his balance, smiling and saying, "Dong—how about this welcome gift? Are you satisfied?" "Qin Feng," said Dong, "since you've come out to meet your end, I'll take you to the afterlife today."