All the disciples of the Xiao Yao Sect were kicked flying one by one by Dong Guanqian. Even the eight-zero electronic book, which had already taken a beating, couldn't fully extinguish his anger. He knew he had now become the biggest source of ridicule in the cultivation world. Even if he withdrew from public life, this incident would certainly be widely known for at least ten to fifteen years—possibly lasting much longer. This was very different from a match on the stage, where a loss might still be considered understandable. Now, however, it was a physical beating. Moreover, the Xiao Yao Sect had long claimed to be the foremost sect, with its abbot regarded as the top cultivator in the realm—this very claim had never truly won the favor of others. Now, with this latest development, the other parties could hardly contain their laughter. The only disciple who escaped unscathed was the one stationed at the mountain gate. He was entrusted with a crucial task: whoever came to visit, he would block them outside. From today on, the Xiao Yao Sect would no longer receive any guests. Dong G-quan wasn't unwilling to hit him—he just feared that after the beating, if the disciple deliberately watered down the effort and let representatives from other sects in, then how would he face anyone else. In truth, the disciple himself longed to take a punch. After all, the current situation wasn't easy. Ordinary visitors were manageable, but what if it was a master from one of the major sects? Would he then turn them away? And if a dispute arose, wouldn't he still be the one getting hit? Yet what could he do? His master had issued a firm command—failure to comply would surely bring even worse consequences. ... Laughter! In the valley, Qin Feng was laughing loudly, quite without dignity—now Dong G-quan had truly suffered a personal and reputational downfall. In fact, Qin Feng had hoped that Dong, overwhelmed by pressure, would choose to end his own life. That way, he would truly no longer have to worry. After all, based on Dong's character, such a profound humiliation would surely inspire him to seek revenge at the right moment. Qin was not overly concerned about his safety, since Dong, the one who used to be his main opponent, had now been surpassed. But what if he decided to turn his attention to the young women instead? It turned out that the mist array could not fully deliver on its promise—by the standards of the legendary array masters, it was far from a difficult feat. The three women were chatting about topics they found interesting, leaving Qin on the sidelines. Soon, his cheerful laughter gradually transformed into a dry, strained one. In truth, maintaining such a sustained smile was no small feat. "I must ask you three wives," he finally broke in, "are you not happy?" Ling'er replied softly, "What's there to be happy about? Dong has never been a real match for you—he's already fallen to your hands more than once, and we've grown used to it!" He Muqing added in agreement, "Exactly!" Lin Caiwei, however, was even more direct: "Every time we successfully eliminate someone, we celebrate once. Wouldn't we simply go mad from joy?" Qin Shao quickly smoothed out the smile on his face, huffed, "Well, if you don't find it impressive, I'm still thrilled. Go on, keep talking—I'll go find some entertainment of my own!" With that, he turned and walked away. The three women continued their conversation, truly a three-act play—this was no exaggeration. Several people outside chuckled, thinking their master must be unsatisfied and intended to give them three rounds of beatings in one day. The several attendants entered with trembling steps, fully prepared for a beating, their faces displaying a resolute, death-accepting demeanor. Dong Guankun didn't notice these subtle details. He sneered, "You go out immediately and spread the word—say Qin Feng possesses a rare treasure and has a secret cultivation manual that enables people to achieve remarkable progress within a short time!" "Ah, not a beating," one more carefree attendant exclaimed. The others were equally puzzled—what did that mean? Dong Guankun glared at him, "If you still wish to be beaten, I won't mind. Just listen carefully—did you catch what I said? Anyone who fails to accomplish the task will either stay away or return to face three beatings in one day. Choose for yourselves!" Several people exchanged glances; though they didn't fully understand their master's meaning, they nonetheless carried out the tasks without hesitation. Dong Guankun repeated his instructions several times in succession, dispatching multiple waves of personnel, each tasked with spreading rumors. After sending off the final group, he stood by the window, observing the scene outside, and murmured with a cold smile, "You're still too green to challenge me. As for those who aren't willing to stand by me—by the end, they'll end up being my pawns!" He anticipated that once the rumors took hold, Qin Feng would immediately become the target of criticism. As the saying goes, "A common man is innocent, yet bears blame when he possesses something valuable"—now, just because you've advanced so quickly, people will naturally believe you're harboring rare treasures and secret texts. ... The four of them stayed in the valley for several days before returning together to the provincial capital of Zhongyuan. The bustling streets and the constant flow of vehicles and traffic left Ling constantly excited and calling out in delight—this was her very first visit to the secular world. "My awful husband, I never knew ordinary people could be so wealthy—there are so many cars on the road, and they're all so beautifully designed!" She exclaimed with excitement, "I'm really falling in love with this place! From now on, I'm going to come out shopping every day!" Qin, the young nobleman, was not at all impressed and said, "I hate this place!" His younger sister was taken aback and asked, "Why? I thought it was lively and wonderful!" Qin darkened his face and gestured outward. "Don't you see anything wrong with it?" Ling shook her head. "Nothing at all!" He was completely defeated, speaking weakly, "Sister, can we just not be stuck here? There are cars all around us—everywhere we look—we can't move!" The streets were jammed with vehicles, and they were more than a kilometer away from the nearest traffic light. Behind them, the congestion stretched over another kilometer. At the current sluggish pace of movement, it would take at least two hours to break free. Lin Caiwei and He Muqing sat in the back row, both laughing softly like silver bells. Yet their younger sister suddenly remarked with surprising insight, "What's wrong with traffic congestion? I actually think it's great! The occasional honking and people complaining are so interesting!"