Puff—Dong Guanqin went down like a dog, flat on his back. This was the worst defeat he'd suffered since the two of them started fighting—so bad that it could be described as utterly unbecoming. In principle, when cultivators fight, such a scene is rare. But then, Qin, the young magnate, is known for his deceptions and surprise attacks—moves that the more traditionalists would call beneath the surface, yet which he handles with ease. He never lets his opponent rise and fight again, only to watch them recover and continue the battle—what a fool would do. In fact, he even charged in, throwing a series of straightforward punches, leaving Dong Guanqin with a swollen face and nose. Yet, surprisingly, Dong wasn't used to this style. Panicked, he momentarily forgot he was a high-level cultivator and, in his attempt to mimic the straightforward punches, was promptly struck right in the groin. This was precisely the move that girls excelled at—only to be thoroughly pilfered by Qin, the young man who championed the principle of "taking what's available." After being hit, Gong Qiankun, like most men, immediately clutched his crotch tightly, collapsed, and rolled around like a barrel. In the valley, the two women gathered around the screen were stunned. They stared at each other in wide-eyed disbelief. He Muqing, swallowing hard, said, "Did I just see that? Is this really possible?" "Indeed," Lin Caivie remarked with a wry smile, "Feng's use of such moves—like the 'crab punch' and 'kicking the abdomen'—is truly astonishing. Feng always seems willing to try anything, and Gong Qiankun too, accepts them all with grace. I can't imagine anyone believing this when they hear about it." "Will Feng next use the 'choking technique'?" He Muqing asked, speculating. On screen, Qin indeed employed the 'choking technique,' one hand firmly pressing against his opponent's neck while he delivered powerful punches to the abdomen. "Indeed, so it is." Lin Beauty admitted she had been completely defeated. She had expected a grand, epic showdown between seasoned fighters—something that would move heaven and earth—yet what actually unfolded was nothing special, just like a regular street brawl. Of course, if this were truly happening on the street, few would dare to knock out an old man in such a way; it would seem utterly unkind. After all, the old man would merely lie down on the ground—whether he fell from the blow or simply slipped—would be blamed for having been knocked over by someone else. Who would dare to offer help? Dong Qunkuan once again collapsed to the ground, still not having time to react when Qin's foot already pressed firmly onto his shoulder, then delivered a series of sharp, forceful stomps. Only then did he realize just how humiliating his defeat had been, and remembered that he himself was a cultivator. Once he activated his spiritual energy shield, Qin, the young master, was sent flying—his voice echoing through the air as he soared into the sky. "Man! Watch this! My spell!" He simultaneously crushed the talismans in his hands—how many there were, he himself didn't know, only that they piled up thickly. A deluge of attacks instantly swallowed Dong Qiankun as he had just stood up. Explosions erupted continuously amid the flames, accompanied by a series of piercing cries. When the flames subsided, Dong was nearly reduced to a pig's head—his spiritual shield completely drained. Without a second thought, he took off and dashed toward his flying sword, leaping effortlessly into the air and vanishing swiftly. Qin scowled, muttering, "Who was so confident just now? Now who's the cowardly turtle? Dong, you'll see—by the time this is over, I'll make you a complete disgrace!" This wasn't just idle talk. With cameras scattered all around, the entire fight must have been recorded. And with a film company under my belt, I can easily find a skilled editor to craft the footage, then send it straight to the cultivation sects—wheee! He could almost imagine how, when everyone knew that Dong Qiankun had finally fled in embarrassment, the Dong family would be so filled with grief and rage that one of them might commit suicide. Back at the valley with great enthusiasm, his very first words were: "Wivi, Qingqing, have you recorded the entire process?" He Li nodded and said, "It's high-definition!" "Great, really great," Qin Shao jumped with excitement, bouncing three feet into the air. Lin Beauty had already guessed what he was going to do next and said, "I'll call Si Si right away and have her assign some staff!" "Someone who truly understands me—Wivi." With a cheerful smile, he gently kissed the top of Lin Beauty's head. Of course, he didn't want to favor one over the other, so he also gave He Li a quick peck on the cheek. Dong Qiankun soared on his flying sword, covering over a hundred kilometers, making sure no one was following behind, only then exhaled deeply and slowly descended to the foot of the mountain. "How could this have happened?" "He couldn't accept the outcome just now. When they first met, Qin Feng had barely been able to breathe—now he'd completely knocked him off his feet. How could this be? Even as the number one master in the cultivation world, he couldn't defeat him? What would become of Qin Feng then? The more he thought, the more afraid he grew. Perhaps Qin Feng would soon return to retaliate against the Xiao Yao Sect—this matter couldn't wait any longer, or else the consequences would be disastrous. 'No, I can't just sit back and watch,' he muttered, frowning. 'I have to find allies. Then I'll make Qin Feng the enemy of the cultivation world. While he's still young and not yet strong, I'll strangle him from within. Yes—first I'll go to the Fire God Elder, then to the Pi Miao True Person, and also to the others who benefited from my help. Anyone who dares to refuse me, I'll wipe out!' With that, he mounted his flying sword once more and departed from the area." ... The film and television company indeed secured a group of experienced staff and promptly sent over the edited rough cuts. They also mentioned that, if necessary, they could carry out more in-depth post-production work—adding even some 3D effects, for instance. But Qin refused immediately. What if the post-production work became too elaborate, making the presentation feel artificial? Wouldn't that simply be overdoing it? He Muqing had already clicked play. Ling'er walked over with sleepy eyes, her voice soft and sweet. "Big bad husband, Miss Weiwei and Miss Qingqing, do we have anything to eat? My stomach is so hungry! Oh, what are you all looking at? There seems to be your big bad husband there too..." Her little sister was thrilled, completely forgetting about her hunger in an instant. She hurried over in just a few steps, eyes wide open, watching intently, murmuring all the while, "Not only your big bad husband, but also Dong Qunran too! Are you two fighting? It's so exciting! Wow, what technique are you using, husband? That's amazing—how you knocked out the very top martial cultivator! Can you teach me that? I never thought such a style would be so practical. Next time I see someone named Dong, I'll use this same move to beat him up. It'll be so satisfying!" Qin Shao's face had turned nearly green. He wanted to say that success can't be copied, but he was afraid Ling'er wouldn't understand such a profound truth. Oh well, it seems that he truly is spoiling the children. What now, brother? Indeed, unable to think of a good solution, he simply looked at He Muqing and Lin Caiwei with a pleading gaze.