For sure, Qin Shao decided to take Ling'er home directly, rather than heading to the office. Given her lively and mischievous nature, combined with her youthful charm, she would surely cause a scene at the company. Most female colleagues had already left for the day, except Zhou Muzhi and Guan Tetsuko, who were filming abroad on a major action film that was now at a crucial stage of production. What people generally considered a big-budget production simply involved bringing in many top-tier stars—everyone assumed it would be costly. In reality, however, the expenses were surprisingly modest. After all, all the leading female stars were members of the Tianli Sect. Qin Shao not only didn’t have to pay them any fees, but they were fully committed to the filming process and even secured substantial sponsorship. Moreover, leveraging their connections within the film industry, they managed to bring in several male stars to join as guest performers. On the other hand, the media have been building up excitement for the new series long before its premiere. Even Qin, the young man, has to admit that the girls have done an outstanding job—within just a few months, they've driven all key performance indicators of the film and television company to their peak. Everyone has welcomed Ling'er's joining, and a special dinner reception was held to welcome her. Naturally, Qin is the only man in the household who has been consistently under the spotlight—after all, we only have one man here, isn't that right? With the group gathering for the divine assembly now gone for several days, he's been sharing the same bed every night, and he's already can't wait. He's beaming with an unmistakable, cheeky smile. Suddenly, he feels as though he's being watched by a pair of eyes. At first, he brushes it off, continuing to eat heartily, since only after a full meal can he maintain his fighting strength. But soon, the sensation grows stronger—and it's not just one pair of eyes anymore, but several, perhaps even more. Wow, who on earth is so bold? He set down his chopsticks, walked straight toward the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked out. To his eyes, nothing unusual stood out—yet the more ordinary it appeared, the less confident he felt, which suggested the person in question was likely a cultivator. Could it be Dong Qiankun? Unlikely. That man had just suffered a major setback; even if he wanted to seek revenge, he would surely prepare himself thoroughly before coming out to face a fight. He couldn’t possibly show up foolishly, ready to take a beating. Then who was it? He shook his head and said, "I always feel this is a plot. How about this—when you all gather inside the small tripod, I'll step out and grab a unlucky one, subject him to the ten most severe punishments of the Qing Dynasty, and if he doesn't talk, then I'm not done yet!" Lin Beijia nodded, remaining calm and returning to her seat. Twenty minutes later, a figure leapt out from the eastern window, moving swiftly. Three kilometers away, two figures crouched in the grass, watching nervously. One of them exclaimed in a tone resembling surprise, "It's not good—Qin Feng has come out. Does that mean he's targeting us?" Before he could take off, his companion pulled him back by the sleeve and said, "With so many people around, it wouldn't be that lucky. Stay calm. Let's see what happens." "There are indeed many people here, but we're the two lowest-ranked among them. Why wait any longer?" the other disagreed. "Qin Feng isn't an old lady who only picks the softest柿es to eat," his companion remained unconvinced. Who could possibly not know about Qin Dashi? He's truly accustomed to picking the soft spots and squeezing them, and his targets have indeed been these two. For a master nearing the end of his commercial prime, a three-kilometer distance is merely a matter of a few blinks—no matter how quickly these two start running, they won't be able to escape smoothly. As they approach, the two grow increasingly tense. They were chosen not only because they were easy to handle, but primarily because it would achieve the effect of "killing a chicken to show off to monkeys"—first giving them a brutal beating, then extracting intelligence through interrogation, and finally delivering another heavy blow to make the others retreat obediently. According to the plan, the moment they met, Qin Dashi would deliver a fierce assault, and he did exactly that. "Oh... don't hit us anymore, we have no ill will! Oh dear, *thump...*" "*Thump...* *thump-thump...*" They didn't even get a chance to clutch their heads and flee—there was nothing they could do but endure the onslaught. Their originally fragile spiritual shields were shattered the moment the attack began, and then came the relentless, body-on-body blows. Qin Feng suddenly realized that pummeling these lower-level fighters with his clumsy, straightforward punches was more satisfying than beating Dong Qinkuan. With fists flying up and down and occasional swift, footwork-like leg strikes reminiscent of Foshan Wuying Jiao, the two fighters were already nosebleed and bruised within just a few seconds. A few seconds later, they lay motionless on the ground, gasping like lifeless dogs. If it weren't for his desire to extract intelligence, Qin Feng would never have stopped so easily. He sneered, "Give you a chance to tell the truth—why are you always watching my direction?" The two had been thoroughly beaten and didn't need to speak a word—they began spilling everything without hesitation. Hearing what they had to say, Qin Shao frowned. How could this person have such a big mouth? Simply claiming that he possesses extraordinary treasures—do you think such treasures are common everywhere? Wait—there's more! A top-tier cultivation scripture! Oh, really? My own scripture is about dou-shou cultivation—wouldn't you know, even if I'm willing to teach you, can you possibly learn it? That doesn't make sense. I've advanced quickly, so you're willing to accept that I have a scripture. But how about the rumor that I possess extraordinary treasures? That's not scientifically sound at all. "Who told you this?" he asked, his face darkened. "One of us," the person replied, "overheard several fellow cultivators discussing it. In fact, this isn't just a rumor within the cultivation world—it's well known. As a result, nearly every sect and guild has sent representatives to find you!" Qin Feng's growing frustration was evident. He was now certain this was a deliberate conspiracy—specifically targeted at him. Through my understanding of the cultivation world over this period, I've come to realize that the cultivators are truly pretentious. If each of them were truly enlightened masters living lives of simplicity and purity, how could something as seemingly trivial as competing for a lotus platform even arise? Now that someone claims Qin Feng possesses an elite cultivation scripture, it's certain that no one will overlook this development. What a cruel twist! As a result, I've now become the focal point of attention for all cultivators. Unless they receive a satisfactory explanation, they won't rest easy.