The Huo Shen Old Daoist's eyelid kept twitching. In his memory, since becoming a cultivator, such an occurrence had been rare. The eight-zero e-book—was it the left eye signaling wealth and the right eye foretelling misfortune? Unfortunately, it was the right eye that was twitching. He longed to discuss this matter with the Pi Miao True Person, yet felt embarrassed each time he tried to speak, finally letting the words slip away. A master at the Ji Mi period, he had waited from midnight until dawn, and Qin Feng had not let them down—he rose early. Indeed, Qin Feng himself was under pressure. Though he had settled the matter with Dong Qiankun, he had done so at the cost of a luxury car. That was why he had risen so early—to find a larger automobile dealership and purchase a new car to compensate for his beautiful junior, Liu Su. He hailed a taxi and drove toward the largest imported car 4S store. Typically, auto trade companies choose locations somewhat removed from the bustling city centers. This company, claiming to be the largest in Beijing for importing and trading vehicles, has likewise situated its showroom just outside the fifth ring road. The exhibition space is highly effective, giving a strong sense of modernity. Above, the ethereal figure turned back to gaze at the Fire God, an old Taoist who kept blinking. "What's wrong?" he asked, noticing the old man's visibly unsettled demeanor. "You seem uneasy." "Well, actually," the Fire God replied, glancing downward, "I'm not too bad. The foot traffic here isn't very heavy, but there's still a risk of affecting ordinary people." "We can't wait anymore," the ethereal figure said. "The opportunity before us isn't the best, but it's certainly rare—rare in a thousand years. Can you guarantee that after Qin Feng leaves here, he'll actively seek out a place with no one around?" He asked this question directly. The Fire God remained silent. Such a guarantee, no one could truly offer. The Immortal of Ethereal Clarity continued, "Isn't it just a matter of injuring a few ordinary people? We can always compensate the families of the deceased generously afterward!" "Who's going to pay?" the Fire Immortal, an elder, blinked in surprise. "I will," said the Immortal of Ethereal Clarity, sounding slightly irritated. "You're always so stingy—don't expect me to spend a single coin, right? But since it's my money that will go toward compensation, the entire operation from now on will be under my command. Do you have any objections?" "None at all," the elder replied promptly. "Having said all that, he added with a truly generous touch: 'The price isn't an issue!' The receptionist was thrilled—guests now resembled wealthy young men from a prominent family. What else could they do but head over to see the luxury cars? Rolls-Royce Phantom, Mercedes-Maybach, extended Lincoln models, and even some limited-edition models from top brands looked impressive. Just as Qin Young Man was about to inquire about one of them, someone suddenly gasped from behind: 'There's a person flying overhead—coming straight toward us! Look! It's an old man! How is that possible?' Everyone turned at once, following the direction of the voice. Indeed, an elderly man sped down from the sky, moving with remarkable speed. The only one who remained composed was Qin Young Man. A slight smile played on his lips as he murmured softly, 'Indeed, it's a group of restless folks—already convinced so quickly!' The visitor was缥渺 True Person, who, in order to successfully assume the position left vacant after Dong Qinkuan's passing, had taken the lead, while the other dozen colleagues had gone to various posts and now all arrived. To say he wasn't afraid would be false; yet he believed he could hold his own against Qin Feng for a few exchanges—after all, he wouldn't want to suffer a decisive defeat right from the start. With his companions launching simultaneous attacks, he would be able to ease his pressure. Everyone was stunned until the old man shattered the thick glass wall, when fear instantly replaced wonder, and many began to scream. Qin Feng's receptionist had already vanished without a trace. "Qin Feng," the old man shouted, "today is your last day!" and at the same time directed his flying swords to launch an assault. Clang... Clang... The two flying swords collided with equal force, and the True Person of Piǎo Miǎo instantly gained confidence, as his companions' swords were approaching from different directions—some piercing through walls, others cutting through glass windows, and others even breaching the dome and flying straight in. "Ha ha, quite lively! You've truly stuck to the encirclement strategy," Qin Feng said with calm composure, skillfully maneuvering his sword, constantly colliding it with the enemy's weapons. Clang... Crackle... One of the swords was knocked off course and struck a column; the concrete pillar, forty centimeters in diameter, was split in two, causing the roof to tremble immediately. Crackle... Another sword severed a supporting column, and a large section of steel roof collapsed, crushing several people who had not yet managed to escape. A dozen swords, once considered mere relics in the exhibition hall, frequently caused unexpected incidents. Even the luxury vehicles worth millions, or even tens of millions, couldn't escape—shattered glass, sliced steel beams, burst tires—一幕 after another unfolded. Then… as the most fragile of the swords lost control upon impact, a sudden catastrophe occurred: its sharp blade pierced through the body of a startled guest, passing straight through. The thick concrete pillar was severed as if by a knife, let alone a human body. The guest, gazing down at the gaping wound in his abdomen, collapsed and died instantly. In the sky, the Fire Immortal elder felt his heart skip a beat—blood had been spilled. Among the cultivators, the swords wielded by practitioners were renowned for their lethal power; should they strike any ordinary person in the torso, survival was rare. Qin Feng's lips curled into a subtle, enigmatic smile. The Chiang True Person roared, "Young Qin! You're still laughing? Truly bold! I can assure you—today is your death date!" With a master of the Jiemi Stage launching simultaneous attacks, even if the issue couldn't be resolved immediately, Qin Feng would eventually exhaust his spiritual energy over time, leaving himself vulnerable to attack. The dense network of three flying swords failed to penetrate Qin's defenses, though one of them fortunately claimed its second life. Boom—boom—boom! Suddenly, a thunderclap echoed in the sky, instantly darkening the clouds. The Fire God Elder looked up with growing concern, murmuring, "Is something wrong? Has someone been chosen for divine retribution?" Qin Feng's smile grew even more radiant. This official, Qingya, has certainly been showing off—does she really intend to appear before the relentless downpour of thunder?