?Reading on smartphone As soon as he woke up, Qin Feng noticed that more eyes were fixed on him than before. The last night's show of force—like killing a chicken to scare the roost—seemed to have only made a minor impact. Clearly, those people had united and were now planning to use a sea of manpower to secure what they wanted. NND, Dong Qunkuan, you've really pulled out the big guns here. I'm sure you're secretly enjoying yourself hiding in the XIAOYAO Sect right now. I won't let you off easy. To be safe, he asked all the female staff to stay home, bringing Fang Fei, Huang Xiaozi, and Wang Yujia from school as well, so everyone would head to Xiaoding together—pretending it was a vacation. As for Zhou Muzi and Gentaro Kiyoko, who were currently engaged in intense filming work abroad, their safety would be handled by Isabella. The current beauty-turned-officer is no less powerful than a junior Immortal cultivator. And himself, he quietly stepped on his flying sword, heading straight to the XIAOYAO Sect's headquarters. The people outside hadn't noticed that their focused target had already become an empty house. Ma Yinghong was filled with unmistakable excitement—after all, the unity among them had been his own initiative. Though his rank was modest and he was virtually unknown in the cultivation world, the suggestion he made last night had firmly established him among his peers. Meanwhile, the abbot of Jinlong Sect was deeply concerned, fearing that his disciple would ultimately end up being used merely as a pawn. A few hours later, Qin Feng arrived at the outer perimeter of Xiaoyao Sect. Dong Qiankun, the ever-living master of array techniques, had indeed deployed numerous arrays outside the sect to confuse visitors—equal in refinement to the mist arrays beyond the valley. Though Qin Shao was exceptionally intelligent, as the saying goes, "a mountain apart," he truly found himself overwhelmed by these ever-changing and intricate arrays. Yet he was far from discouraged. You, Dong Qinkuan, understand阵法and can use your knowledge to unravel it. I don't, but I can solve the problem in other ways. With things so chaotic outside, the immortal elder needs to dispatch numerous disciples to gather intelligence and have them report back promptly. So, I'll focus on these disciples themselves. Indeed, just half an hour later, a figure on foot, riding a flying sword, appeared in his sight. The person was of relatively low rank—likely a cultivator just entering the Purity Stage—and thus, no need to detain him for interrogation. Simply follow him in. Since the individual was so low-ranked, he had to concentrate all his energy on maintaining the flying sword, and therefore remained completely unaware of being followed. Thus, Qin Shao smoothly passed through the array and successfully reached the heart of the XIAOYAO Sect. No wonder it's hailed as the premier cultivation sect of legend. Dong Guanqin has transformed this place into a paradise. The main hall stands at the very heart of the sect, built atop a mountain peak, with its corners deliberately designed to appear shrouded in mist, giving the impression of floating among clouds. Eight auxiliary halls are arranged symmetrically before, behind, and on either side of the main hall, all of identical design. Neat, uniform pavilions flank the structure, reflecting meticulous planning and architectural refinement. If these buildings were situated in the mundane world, they would surely be recognized as world-class tangible cultural heritage. "Man, this is truly lavish," Qin muttered with some frustration. Though he's now the headmaster of Ling Miao Sect, he still only has a modest dwelling—originally a guesthouse, even taken from someone else—while the scene before him is nothing short of celestial. The atmosphere of the Xiao Yao Sect is tense, with disciples bustling about in a hurry. There's nothing we can do; after all, the Master is in a bad mood. Though he hasn't raised his voice since last night and no one has been beaten, who can guarantee this situation will last? Qin Shao chuckled, a spark of mischief taking root in his heart. Clearly, the Xiao Yao Sect has taken generations of effort and substantial financial investment to reach its current state. While cultivators are immune to bombs, what about these buildings? Ever since he began, throwing bombs from the sky has always been his favorite pastime. In the main hall, Dong Guanqian's eyes sparkled with excitement. A disciple had just reported that several major sects had formed an alliance, uniting to confront Qin Feng. Two hands can't hold off four—this is a timeless truth. No matter how skilled Qin Feng is, in the end, he'll surely face a disappointing fate. As long as Qin Feng's spirit remains, Dong Guankun can step onto the stage with confidence and grace. At that point, even if everyone realizes they've been used as pawns, they'd only be left with admiration for his cleverness and resourcefulness. Suddenly, he sensed a threat approaching. The danger seemed to come from above, so he involuntarily raised his head to gaze at the eaves adorned with dragon and phoenix carvings. How could there be such a threat? This feeling had not surfaced in many years. He remembered the last time—during what the secular world called the Liberation War—when a plane bearing the blue sky and white sun emblem mistakenly dropped two bombs. The incident had happened suddenly, and the group had not reacted promptly. Fortunately, the bombs missed their targets, leaving only two small craters in an open field, with no significant damage. Dong Guankun sensed that the current situation was remarkably similar to that incident. Immediately, he summoned his flying sword to investigate. Qin Dashi had already launched his bombs at an altitude of 300 meters. The free-fall bombs required only a few seconds to accurately strike their target. When Dong Qian flew out of the main hall, the bombs were still only tens of meters above the target, and Qin had employed a multi-point attack, launching over twenty bombs at once—specifically to leave the enemy no time to react. Dong was completely stunned—so many bombs! If he had merely reacted instead of hesitating, he could have at least secured the safety of the main hall. In reality, however, his mental resilience and composure were far less impressive than people had assumed. Boom! Boom! Boom! It wasn’t until the bombs began to fall that he fully awoke to the situation, and then he was furious. In fact, these buildings aren't as ordinary as they appear on the surface—they differ significantly from typical structures. From the very beginning of construction, Dong Qiankun integrated elemental array techniques. Upon close observation, one can easily detect subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy surrounding the main and auxiliary halls. These seemingly unremarkable energy ripples are capable of withstanding the shockwaves generated by explosions. Thus, two high-explosive shells only left two irregular circular openings on the main hall's roof—far from completely destroying it as Qin Feng had anticipated—similarly, the eight auxiliary halls sustained only moderate damage. Even with this level of damage, Dong Qiankun was deeply distressed. He gritted his teeth and exclaimed, "Qin Feng, you're a soulless fool! I'm going to kill you."