When Qin Feng carried Liu Su out of the safe exit, he became a hero in the eyes of everyone. The first person to descend from a building with dozens of floors, carrying his already "weakened" girlfriend—this was truly a man of character. A sea of flashlights brightened up. Qin, the young millionaire, felt quite unashamed to think that if he leveraged his media connections, he might even be named this year's moral role model, possibly even invited to appear on the Spring Festival Gala, introduced by a host. Every year, the moral role models include filial sons, dedicated employees on ordinary posts—surely, there could also be a man of extraordinary devotion to his girlfriend. Wow, hah hah. Well, cough, cough—well, I’m not even close to being a moral man. How could I possibly think such a thing? Just as he had mentally reminded himself to stay humble, someone immediately handed him a microphone and asked, "Sir, could you tell us from which floor you came down, and did you carry your girlfriend all the way?" As the microphone was positioned, the camera also focused on him. "We're guests in a luxury suite on a floor that isn't very high—just around thirty stories," Qin confidently stated. "Before even reaching the stairs, my girlfriend was already gasping from the smoke, so I carried her all the way down from the upper floors!" The reporter exclaimed in amazement: "Descending from a height of over thirty floors while carrying your girlfriend—this is truly astonishing. Beyond exceptional physical strength, it clearly takes extraordinary courage. You truly embody the ideal of a man of character!" "Oh, please," Qin modestly replied. Liu Su buried her face in his chest, unable to look up, afraid someone would recognize her. In truth, she was mainly there to support Qin's narrative—she didn't want to appear vibrant and energetic herself, for that would have undermined his story. Qin Dashi was immediately surrounded by a group of reporters, yet he remained calm and patiently answered each of their questions. Above, Dong Qiankun grew increasingly anxious—he had still not found an opportunity to act. If this situation continued, his authority would be gradually eroded. Even just considering the elusive Master Chao, who still looked visibly displeased, the situation was becoming untenable. "Damn it!" Dong muttered, gritting his teeth, "Just wait a little longer. If that young man still plays games, we'll go straight in. What's so special about being exposed to the public? Isn't that just the way it is?" The Fire God, an elder monk, clapped his hands and said, "Exactly! Why should cultivators always hide themselves, avoiding any interaction with the ordinary world? This rule has been outdated for a long time!" Master Chao's expression tightened, and he hesitated to speak. Dong immediately asked, "What's wrong, Master Chao? Have you thought of something?" He shook his head and said, "Nothing much. Earlier, I thought your words were a bit off, but now I realize there's really no need to be overly cautious. After all, cultivators are inherently extraordinary—mere physical clashes in the mundane world aren't out of place, nor is it unusual for them to rule such a society!" This statement used to be considered revolutionary, but now that the cultivation world is in such turmoil, who cares about such traditions anymore? Dong Qinkuan felt a sense of relief. He didn't mind if the cultivators turned into desperate fighters—everything could be restructured once Qin Feng was settled. Then, as the new supreme leader, he would simply speak a few words and implement sweeping reforms. The vehicle was speeding up, and it was easy to judge from the direction that it was heading toward the outskirts of the city. Such a remarkable development left everyone astonished—could it be that the young man had been charged with extraordinary energy, determined to confront the entire cultivation realm head-on? Well, this indeed was a promising development. As time passed, the luxury car successfully exited the city and reached the sparsely populated suburban areas. After passing through a temporary checkpoint, the vehicle suddenly accelerated dramatically. "Doesn't he seem to have a damaged head—does he really intend to flee by driving a car?" asked the Ethereal True Person, puzzled. Even if he were attempting to escape, wouldn't he have chosen to glide on his sword, let alone match the speed of a flying sword with a car? The Fire God, an elder with eyes brimming with unmistakable excitement, remarked, "Perhaps he's been too immersed in his romantic pursuits—his mind has grown sluggish from all the time spent on them. As long as we act, and handle him, we'll be set." Several masters from the Age of Stillness surrounded the car. The Immortal of Ethereal Presence raised his right hand, and a lightning bolt surged across the sky, striking the flat road with tremendous force. The road was split open, creating a deep crater two meters in depth, nearly destroying the entire stretch. Straight ahead... Qin Shao pressed the brakes, bringing the front of the car to a stop just ten centimeters away from the crater. The window glass automatically lowered, and he spoke in his characteristic tone: "For heaven's sake, what are you doing? Roadside robbery? You call yourselves cultivators—this is the kind of thing you're capable of? Have you truly fallen to the wayside?" Turning to Liu Su, who sat calmly in the passenger seat, as if nothing at all had happened. Dong Guanqin stepped onto his flying sword, hovering ten meters above the ground, gazing down at him and saying, "Qin Feng, if we're to speak of decline, we certainly fall far short of you. You are truly a disgrace to the cultivation world. Therefore, we have unanimously decided—only by killing you can we redeem our honor!" "Indeed so. Qin Shao asked with deep intention. He opened the car door and stepped down slowly, then raised his head, speaking with great respect and uttering each word clearly: "You!! calculate!! how!! old!!?" Dong Qinkuan's face turned pale. He barked, "Attack! Whoever kills Qin Feng, I'll personally reward them—herbal pills, five hundred... no, eight hundred!" The crowd's eyes sparkled—eight hundred pills was no small amount. Before anyone could move, Qin Feng shouted, "Dong—what are you playing at? Touch your heart and ask yourself—do you really have eight hundred pills?" Dong Qinkuan flushed crimson and immediately replied, "I don't have them now, but that doesn't mean I won't in the future. I, Dong, personally guarantee it—my word is my bond!" The crowd erupted, even the ethereal Master and the Fire Immortal Elder couldn't hide their excitement. Several dozen people surged forward at once, and Dong Qinkuan launched his first spell of attack. Qin barely managed to escape a flying assault, and the enemy's attack was declared a failure. Dong shouted, "You may run when the monk runs, but you can't escape the temple—watch this! You strike at my disciples, and I'll strike at your girlfriend!" As soon as he finished speaking, a fiery dragon surged toward the luxury car on the ground, instantly engulfing the vehicle worth tens of millions.