?Mobile reading Another wave of relentless blows, and the two of them, to avoid taking more, claimed that the earliest person to spread the news was a disciple from the Xiao Yao Sect. This explanation now makes perfect sense. Considering how attentive and cooperative you both have been, I’ve decided to keep going with a bit more punishment—just as a special reward. Yet, neither of you unexpectedly lost consciousness; given your current injuries, with proper medicine and adequate rest over a year or so, you should fully recover. Qin Feng surveyed the room, using his strong, resonant Long Li Transmission Technique: Listen closely, everyone—anyone who dares to disrupt my daily life, these two just set a clear example. Don’t think your higher rank grants you immunity; I have a thousand ways to make you suffer. Try me. The sound of the voice was as deep and resonant as a great bronze bell, clearly heard by every cultivator, though ordinary people couldn’t pick it up. At first, some people were unconvinced, unable to grasp how a young, inexperienced lad could defeat the very top-ranked cultivator in the realm so decisively. Now, they were fully convinced, thanks to the long-distance voice transmission just performed. For cultivators, this skill is considered a minor feat—yet it's closely tied to the speaker's own level. Among those present, no one dared claim to surpass Qin Shao in this regard. Though they still hesitated to admit it outright, their minds had largely settled on the fact that Qin Feng had indeed earned his place as the new number-one cultivator. As a result, many began to lose confidence, wondering who they could possibly fear now that even someone as prominent as Dong Qinkuan had been defeated. Qin Shao soared upward, heading straight for the villa. As he stepped inside, he instantly entered the small steaming cauldron, where the women welcomed him warmly, inquiring about the outcome. With a cheerful smile, he patted his chest and said, "Those brats have already been scared away by my husband. Tonight, we can all rest peacefully—there's no need for anyone to worry!" "Lin held his arm and said, 'My bad-tempered husband is absolutely amazing! They must have been afraid to challenge you—my husband is the best!' 'Well, yes, indeed!' He Muqing couldn't help but cool things down. 'They can't handle a one-on-one fight—don't they know they can unite? These people, striving to master their secret texts, will surely take risks!' Qin Shao's face immediately darkened—this was indeed the most troublesome aspect. At the root of it all, the mastermind behind this scheme was Dong Guanqin. Though Qin Feng hadn't come up with an effective countermeasure, he still felt it necessary not to let Dong suffer, nor to give him any chance to reap the benefits. If the old man is targeting his brother, why shouldn't he retaliate? He voiced his thoughts: 'I'm going to take revenge on Dong. First, I'll weaken the Xiao Yao Sect!' "Lin Caiwei said, 'This isn't a very good plan, but at the moment, it seems there's no alternative. How about this—your sisters will handle the arrangements for the outer staff of the Xiao Yao Sect, creating some chaos and giving you more opportunities!' The young women all expressed their unwillingness to merely serve as decorative figures, eager to help their husbands shoulder responsibilities. Qin Feng had originally intended to decline, as he didn't want his beloved ones to face risks, yet he couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of the women. So he settled for saying, 'How about this—y'all don't act alone. Form several small teams and specifically target the lower-ranked disciples of the other side. Can you manage that?' 'No problem!' the women responded in unison. Working together in teams would allow them to support one another and minimize the risks. Still, he remained somewhat uneasy, patiently instructing them on his own tactics: 'Fight if you can; if you can't, simply retreat.' The young women listened intently and all regarded his tactics as classics. After speaking until he was thirsty and tired, he chuckled, "Husbands, haven't you missed us these days? It's getting late now—shouldn't we do something more substantial? Oh, by the way, have you had the big bed in the house replaced again? Hehe!" Most of the women blushed slightly, though none dared to object. Soon, the main bedroom echoed with the creaking sound of the bed. After all, this was a brand-new bed, only recently installed—much like its predecessors, it wouldn't last long and would soon be replaced by a new "employee." Mei Hui even began to wonder whether she should contact a professional bed manufacturer to have a fresh bed delivered every fifteen days, so as not to have to go shopping for furniture every time. In this regard, Qin was indeed forward-thinking, though he hadn't yet figured out where to find a bed with a bit of magic. … At the outskirts of the provincial capital, this is the temporary resting place of Jinlong Gate. Master Ma Yinghong carefully observed the gate master's uncertain expression and said, "Master, shall we simply return without achieving anything? After all this journey, to go back empty-handed would be truly embarrassing!" The gate master sighed, saying, "I simply cannot match Qin Feng. Even if we all join forces, it will be difficult to make any real progress. It seems his possession of a secret manual is genuine—otherwise, how could he have advanced so swiftly?" Master Ma smiled and replied, "Master, haste makes waste. I've always believed Qin Feng to be a well-dressed but rather superficial person—only appearing impressive on the surface. His victory over Dong Qunran may well have been due to a good deal of luck. As long as we are willing to unite with others…" "Unite." "The Golden Lion Master shook his head: 'Perhaps we can indeed succeed in seizing the scroll if we unite. But once we have it, how will we distribute it? Everyone wants the best parts—by the time we get to sharing, there's sure to be a great deal of conflict. Can we really be sure we'll emerge victorious?' This is a poor idea," said Ma Yinghong, his face turning red. He murmured, "But if we don't unite, how can we even hope to seize the scroll? Who knows what will happen afterward? Can't we simply share the scroll—each sect copies its own version and all benefit together?" The Golden Lion Master shook his head, thinking to himself, 'My apprentice, you still lack experience—you haven't yet grasped the depth of human ambition. Such a valuable asset, everyone wants to claim for themselves. If it truly becomes public, will it still be considered a secret?' The Golden Lion Sect is considered a mid-tier sect in the cultivation world—when it comes to good opportunities, they rarely get a turn. Undaunted, Ma Yinghong quietly withdrew after everyone had settled, and made his way to the gathering grounds of other sects. There were many others with the same vision, and once they aligned, even several major sects joined in, firmly committing to a shared agreement: after securing the secret manual, the entire cultivation realm would jointly benefit from it. Dong Qiankun learned of the news immediately and was overjoyed, secretly cursing himself for not having thought of this strategy earlier. If only he had, Qin Feng would have surely perished long ago—there would have been no need for him to suffer such a brutal beating, leaving him regretting deeply, even turning his intestines blue.