?Reading on mobile phone Dong Gankun had no interest in watching the entertainment—he was eager for the Immortal to agree. After all, this was the Immortal’s own domain; he was merely a guest and had to follow the principle of "guests follow the host’s convenience." He could only watch the entertainment if it was offered. The disciple brought in a beautifully packaged box. Upon opening it, a sleek and elegant projector was revealed, which immediately stunned the Immortal: "A technological product? You're certain it was sent by the fellow practitioners?" The disciple nodded: "Indeed. They arrived on flying swords, and so swiftly that I didn’t even get a chance to see their true faces. Master, I’ll use this—actually, it’s quite simple. All I need to do is press one button…" The Immortal, being rather clumsy, had already pressed the button before the disciple finished speaking. The camera was focused precisely on this wall, and soon after activation, a high-definition image was projected. Dong Guanqin was instantly stunned. What on earth? The image looked so familiar—wasn't that man on foot, wielding a flying sword, none other than myself? He was struck by lightning, both externally scorched and internally tender, as the next scene unfolded precisely the battle between himself and Qin Feng. Undoubtedly, this was a video with exceptional editing—excellently showcasing high-grade editing techniques. The scene then shifted to Dong Guanqin being brutally beaten, with the high-definition footage enhanced by a close-up camera effect. The飘渺真人 and his several disciples all stared at him with unusual expressions. No matter how thick his skin, Dong Guanqin's face turned green, then quickly turned the color of stale rice bottom—grayish and dull. Watching his friend being pounded, the飘渺真人 suddenly felt an immense sense of relief, almost wishing he himself could transform into Qin Feng and step in to deliver a few well-aimed kicks to Dong Guanqin. And suddenly he remembered Dong Qiankun's earlier words—about prevention being better than cure, and, frankly, "go to hell with you!"—you're only seeking help after getting hit, unwilling to admit the truth, so you've invented a noble excuse for yourself. How unkind! I was once deceived by you, and now you're doing it again. Are you really the most easily fooled person around? With that thought, the face of Piao Miao the True grew equally stern. He needed Dong to provide a reasonable explanation; otherwise, the matter would never end. Dong hadn't even anticipated that Qin Feng would employ such tactics—so he was completely unprepared, his only thought being to vanish into a crevice, feeling utterly humiliated. Several disciples of the Piao Miao Sect laughed loudly, finding Dong's comical scene particularly unseemly. Dong, furious, snapped, "What's so funny? Are you really finding this amusing? You haven't been hit yourself, have you? I'm not going to satisfy him!" "Master Dong, you're quite bold! What do you intend to do? As the saying goes, 'you can't judge a dog until you see its owner.' This is my Pei Miao Sect's patch of ground—your orders don't even reach here!" Pei Miao True Person countered firmly: "Don't you think I deserve an explanation?" "An explanation? What kind of explanation?" He was completely puzzled, having forgotten entirely about the schemes he'd previously laid. "You're just going to use me as a pawn again, aren't you? What's the point of explaining?" Pei Miao True Person grew increasingly angry. "Someone like you dreaming of becoming Grand Master? If you take over, will anyone really have a good time? I truly admire Qin Feng for catching your schemes early and thwarting your plans. I hereby solemnly declare: I will never reconcile with you, Dong Qiongkun. You're not welcome here—get out of my way right now!" "The ethereal elder, you..." "Get out!" Dong Qingkun hurriedly retreated, realizing that if he stayed any longer, the True Master might well engage him in a fight. Here was their territory—single combat could easily turn into a full-blown brawl, and he’d likely end up at a disadvantage. When he returned to the XIAO YAO Sect, he noticed the atmosphere had changed. The disciples were all staring at him with unusual eyes—eyes that seemed to regard him as a beggar, rather than as the abode's master. He thought it must be his current appearance that had surprised them, so he stiffened his expression and snapped, "Are you all so idle? Why don't you go practice? You're all such useless people! As a cultivator, spending your days lounging around without any real purpose—what kind of discipline is that?" The disciples scattered like birds and beasts, knowing that with his temper, it was better to stay out of the way and avoid becoming the target of his outbursts. He hurried into the main hall and immediately spotted an identical projector sitting on the table. He stumbled slightly, nearly falling to the ground. He then looked at the play button, which was covered with fingerprints—clear evidence that someone had pressed it more than once. This meant that everyone had already learned about the incident involving his beating. "You all—get back here now! Who dares to stay away, I'll wipe him out!" "He roared, shouting. The disciples, who had initially scattered like birds and beasts, now fled in panic, several of the more modest ones hesitating and returning shyly. Everyone lowered their heads, unable to meet the master's gaze. Dong Guankun gritted his teeth and asked, "Did you all see it?" The others couldn't breathe, exchanging glances, then nodding in unison. "What exactly did you see?" His anger began to blaze. One more courageous disciple spoke softly, "Well, not much... victory and defeat are part of the game, Master—there's no need to be overly concerned." "Indeed, as they say, 'a gentleman seeks revenge after ten years'... Master, please don't take it to heart. We've been beaten today—tomorrow we'll take our revenge, won't we?" Dong Guankun's face turned green. "Revenge? You say it's easy. Go ahead—show me how you'll take down Qin Feng!" A disciple accustomed to flattery quickly interjected, "Master, it's often said that 'true masters are lonely.' You've always been the top-ranked cultivator in the realm of cultivation—like someone standing at the peak. When such a person finally meets a genuine rival, it's actually a good thing. I think, well…" "Think what?" Dong Qiankun finally snapped, kicking the speaking disciple hard and shouting, "What on earth is 'lonely'? I've never felt lonely at all! This matter must remain between me and you—anyone who says otherwise, I'll wipe them out!" Immediately, another clumsy disciple couldn't help but add, "But the person delivering the gifts mentioned that every major sect has a copy of it..." "Look at your feet."