Feeling as though her outer coat was about to be completely unbuttoned, Liu Su quickly grasped Qin Feng’s hand, saying, “Don’t do this—didn’t you say there were many people watching us? Wouldn’t that make us free performers?” Qin Feng was momentarily stunned, then nodded seriously, “Yes, we should charge them. There’s no such thing as a free lunch, nor a free live movie screening!” The beautiful senior student nearly lost her cool, exclaiming, “You mean we have to charge them? Then, once we’ve paid, I’ll have to keep performing with you, right?” “Hm, that seems logical,” Liu Su replied, “Though we’re not professional actors, we still need to uphold the dignity of performers—how much we perform will depend on how much the audience is willing to pay.” “…” Liu Su was completely overwhelmed. As for the people outside, their collapse was nothing short of spectacular. Dong Guankun, the Elder Daoist of the Flame God, and the Immortal of the Ethereal Realm all possess the potential to be staunch, unyielding defenders of tradition. Facing the current scene of a lively, intimate moment in the palace, they find it embarrassing to look on—after all, they are all accomplished masters who strictly adhere to the principle of not viewing what is deemed inappropriate. Yet, if they choose not to look, they feel it's a loss, especially since it's free. What truly irks them most is Qin Feng's sheer disregard for protocol. This clearly indicates that the young man has no regard for the established realms of cultivation. "What should we do? Should we go in and confront them?" suggests the Elder Daoist of the Flame God, who is already eager and ready to act. "Why go in at all? To catch them in the act?" murmurs the Immortal of the Ethereal Realm, adding immediately, "Besides, it's not even your daughter or granddaughter—what's the point of getting involved?" The Flame God's face turns green once again, and he retorts, "If it were your concubine, I'd be ready to charge in without hesitation!" "You're saying "You let me joke about your daughter and granddaughter, yet you won't let me speak of your concubine? Don't think I don't know—ever since you've been pretending to be a model of propriety, you've just married a girl under eighteen three months ago. Are you trying to outshine the plum blossom with a chrysanthemum?" The Fire God Daoist responded with equal firmness. "Man, I'm ready to fight!" "Your sister? Who's afraid of whom? Let's fight then. If today I don't leave you with a broken jaw, I'll take your surname!" Dong Qinkuan said, his face darkened. "Could you just keep your remarks a little quieter? Our mission is to secure Qin Feng—we're not here to have internal conflicts. You're both prominent figures in the cultivation world. How can you act like children, getting so angry over minor things? If you truly intend to fight, you should first secure Qin Feng. Right now, if we start fighting, we'll only let our enemy reap the benefits!" The two exchanged fierce glares, then fell silent. To be honest, Dong Guankun had truly run out of options. He had come to capture hostages, but instead found himself facing the real targets—right in the bustling capital of Huaxia, a city with a dense population. He was hesitant to act, fearing that any move might cause unintended complications. Now he felt like a lion eating a hedgehog, completely at a loss for where to begin. After a moment's thought, he spoke: "We'll use magic attacks shortly. Fire Master, you're renowned for your mastery of fire—light their homes on fire!" The Fire Master smiled confidently: "No problem at all, that's just a piece of cake!" Seeing that he was now entrusted with a key role, the飘渺真人's expression immediately turned concerned. Dong Guankun then added: "Once the fires break out, that young man will surely take his girlfriend and head out—so you, Master Piangmiao, will handle the lightning attacks, making it impossible for him to find a place to land." "Understood," said Master Piangmiao, his earlier reservations completely dissolving. Whether using fire or lightning, no one had anticipated this unusual situation. A surge of spiritual energy formed outside the window, and Qin Feng clearly sensed it. He spoke immediately, "Not good—those people outside might be playing tricks. We'd better be cautious!" Without the small tripod, they had lost their ability to take cover at any moment. Red glowing dots, like fireflies, flew toward the window. Though Qin, the young man, didn't recognize this spell, he immediately lifted his beautiful female classmate and rushed toward the door. The dots pierced through the thick glass window, leaving a circular hole, then exploded, forming a flame. "The room is on fire," Liu Su remarked. "Well, it doesn't matter much—after all, it's not our own home," said Qin, acting as if it were entirely unrelated. "That doesn't seem right, though. I think we should press the fire alarm." "What if they claim we started it on purpose?" "Ah, then perhaps we'll wait until the fire actually breaks out before doing anything." The curtains were the first things found burning in the room, followed by the sofa. The fire grew increasingly fierce until, only when the smoke became thick, did the fire alarms activate, emitting sharp sounds and the sprinklers beginning to spray water. What is known as fire protection equipment is often nothing more than a formality—even in five-star hotels. Many guests were awakened by the noise, panicking and rushing out of their rooms, some even without having dressed, quickly filling the corridors. At the same time, the fire alarms sounded and the elevators stopped running, prompting another wave of people to surge toward the safety exits. Outside, Piao Miao Zhen waited patiently, having already prepared his lightning attack, yet he kept waiting and seeing no one come. He turned to ask, "Master Dong, where are the people?" Dong Qunian was at a loss: "How should I know?" "Didn't you say that once the fire started, that young man would appear?" Piao Miao Zhen asked, sounding frustrated. To be honest, Dong Guankun never expected Qin Feng to simply walk through the safety corridor, joining the other roommates in a crowded line—so many people, and that made it impossible to act. He awkwardly smiled, saying, "It's all unexpected, really. Don't worry—should you really want to go now, I have no objection. Please, go ahead!" "I'm the one who's foolish," the Piao Miao True Person complained, "when even you were knocked to your knees, how can I possibly manage?" Dong Guankun was also annoyed—after all, you're a dog, always biting at whoever you meet. In the stairwell, Qin, the young lord holding onto his beautiful female roommate, was the fastest—already far ahead of the others. After all, the fire started in our very room, so those who only rushed out upon hearing the alarm were at a clear disadvantage. "Could I please come down now?" Liu Su said, "I can make it down the stairs—surely that's not a problem, is it? Didn't you forget that my roommate is also a master of ancient martial arts?" "Heh, just let me hold you," he said with a mischievous smile. "There must be quite a crowd gathered at the main entrance downstairs—maybe even some reporters. It'll be the perfect opportunity for me to show off my manly side, heh!" Liu Su admitted he had been completely defeated. How could he possibly think about all this now?