Reading on phone Whether it came from genuine feeling or deliberate stubbornness, Dong Guankun always felt as though he were punching cotton—like his fists were meeting with soft resistance. The Master of the Eighty-Eight Electronic Book, the leader of the Tongling Sect, not only maintained a calm, unharmed expression but also expressed profound frustration toward Qin Feng, firmly declaring his intention to rescue his precious disciple from the current predicament. Should things not improve, he vowed to go so far as to sacrifice his own family ties in the name of principle. With such strong words, how could Dong Guankun possibly order any action against Qin Feng? He could only stammer, “Master Tongling is truly a man of sound judgment. If that’s the case, then we are truly comrades-in-arms!” To which the Master immediately responded, “Of course—I’ll definitely be leading the charge when we face off against Qin Feng!” In truth, he didn’t believe he could be this unprincipled—his face had turned pale, yet his heart remained steady. After all, perhaps it was indeed the influence of Qin Feng that had transformed him—what’s called ‘near the ink, one becomes inked.’ Since the Master of the Spirit Gate has always prided himself on being honest and straightforward, there was no reason for anyone—including Dong Qiankun—to doubt him. This clearly demonstrates how crucial a good character is. The Fire God Elder was quite disappointed with the outcome and turned to Dong Qiankun, asking, "What shall we do next? We must find Qin Feng eventually. Once we locate him, we'll lead the charge with the three of us, while the others strike from the side with decisive attacks—definitely enough to win!" With three of the top three practitioners in the cultivation world joining forces, everyone, including the three elders, was confident in the result. Dong Qiankun smiled and said, "I believe we should first create a situation where Qin Feng is at a loss—facing a dilemma, unable to act." "And we've already taken his girlfriend hostage," the Immortal of the Misty Heights immediately added, "Last time, my disciples suffered a major setback. Qin Feng won't remain indifferent. If we try this again, we'll surely face even greater losses!" "Master Dong said mysteriously, 'You only know part of the story, not the whole. I've discovered that he has a girlfriend named Liu Su, who runs a business independently in the capital. We can work on her—she's the new abbot of the Tian Li Sect. Though she has plenty of bodyguards, how can ordinary people possibly stand against us?' The elder of Bai He Sect turned crimson, the very name 'Tian Li Sect' now a source of constant distress in his heart—back then, it was precisely Liu Yun who had caused such chaos at Bai He Sect. 'Master of Tong Ling, I'll entrust this matter to you...' 'Master Dong, I'm sorry, I was in such a hurry to come out that I didn't have time to explain the details to my disciples.' The Master of Tonglin didn't wait for Dong Qunkuan to finish speaking—he bolted off like a shot, shouting all the way: "I have something very important to attend to. Since you all aren't here just to drink tea, please go your own way. You truly don't need to wait for me—I'll catch up with you later!" Dong Qunkuan now thinks of him as slippery as a eel. Is there any honest person left in this world? He then turned his gaze toward the Masters of Baihe and Jinlin Doors, saying, "How about we hand this matter over to you? It's just a matter of securing a few people—shouldn't be too difficult, right?" The Master of Baihe frowned, his face stern, and murmured, "I'm sorry, but though our Baihe Sect is small and modest, we have never resorted to such behind-the-scenes maneuvers. Dong Master, I believe you'll have to find someone else!" "Master Jin was about to express his own thoughts when he found they had already been spoken by someone else, so he had to shift his approach: "Master Dong, our disciples are seriously injured and we simply cannot spare enough personnel. As for this matter, I'd like your guidance..." "This is merely a matter of injury—no one has been killed. Binding a regular person shouldn't be difficult," Master Dong said, growing increasingly impatient. With the support of Elder Daoist Fire God and the True Person from Piǎo Miǎo, Master Jin could only sigh and reluctantly agree, assigning the task to his favored disciple, Ma Yinghong. This sparked the four sisters' gentle complaints. Zhou Muzi, the first to dress neatly, bounced over excitedly and said, "Brother-in-law, husband, when are you going to bring Liu Su in too, so we can all become sisters?" Qin Shao was taken aback, "How did you suddenly think of her?" Zhou Xiao Niu tilted her head and said, "During this film shoot, she's been incredibly helpful to us. Following the principle of returning kindness with kindness, I naturally want to give her a helping hand too." "Well, I actually did forget about her—these past few weeks have been absolutely hectic." He recalled their last meeting, which was at the opening of Da Qin Group, when Liu Su wore a particularly stunning evening gown that had wowed the entire room. Of course, Qin Shao, a man deeply rooted in traditional masculine values, had not been pleased with his chosen partner appearing so exposed, and had given her quite a good lecture. He sighed. A steady stream of white paper cranes fluttered in from the window and directly collided with the opposite wall. "What on earth is this?" Qin Shao was startled. Isabella picked up the paper crane and said, "Your cultivators' little spells—don't let their simplicity fool you. This little thing can fly over a thousand kilometers!" "Wow, I didn't know that," Qin Shao remarked, astonished. A tiny paper crane capable of flying over a thousand kilometers and precisely reaching its destination? That's way more impressive than any GDS tracking system. If this 'technology' could be scaled up to military applications, why bother developing stealth fighters? Just produce a fleet of large paper cranes, equip them with missiles and bombs, and you're done. Hmph. If it could actually be mass-produced, the missiles themselves would surely become obsolete. With a mix of admiration and complexity, he slowly unfolded the crane. The script on it was elegant and flowing—clearly the work of a master calligrapher. After a brief moment of admiration, however, his face darkened into outright frustration. For heaven's sake—don't you have to write it any cleaner? And why in the world use traditional characters? Are you trying to test my reading skills? To be honest, Qin Daxiao grew up on the Island of Death, so mastering Chinese culture was already a significant achievement—let alone recognizing these connected traditional characters. "What on earth is he writing?" he roared. Zhou Muxi snatched the scroll from him and glanced at it, saying, "Nothing special—everything is familiar to me!" Qin Daxiao frowned. "Then why aren't you even willing to read it aloud?" "Oh," said Zhou, the young girl, reciting each word carefully: "Dong Guanqin intends to take action against a Liu-family lady in the capital. We kindly request that Qin Xiaoyou receive this notice and promptly respond. The Master of the Spirit-Communication Sect has left these words." Qin Feng was taken aback. The Master of the Spirit-Communication Sect had never been particularly close to him—after all, hadn't the Master simply taken his prized disciple and presented him with twenty jars of Zui Xian wine? Aside from that, hadn't there been no other significant interaction? Was it simply because he was well-liked, and thus people naturally came to his aid? Wow, that must be it.