Proved that Qin's concerns were entirely unnecessary. In the sky, the electronic book displayed a scene of thunderous lightning—multiple bolts forming almost simultaneously and swiftly striking the Fire God elder and others. "Qin has allies, and they're top-tier," the Fire God shouted as he dodged, yet still was struck, his body crashing to the ground uncontrollably. The others fared even worse—many were hit by two or more lightning bolts; the most unfortunate took six strikes, leaving him completely numb upon landing. "Qin Feng, you're playing tricks!" said the飘渺True Man, who fortunately managed to avoid the lightning due to being inside the exhibition hall. "Man, when have I ever played tricks? If I have, it's not about you!" Qin, furious, kicked the elder into the air and scoffed, "You let me be attacked by a group of people, but you won't let me bring in allies, will you? Besides, she wasn't even someone I personally brought in—no cost to me at all!" The Immortal of Ethereal Splendor crawled out of the ruins, his companions severely injured—it seemed they would have to return empty-handed today. Who exactly was this young man's ally? How could someone manage to send over a dozen cultivation masters plummeting from the sky in a single assault? Even a Yuan Sheng-stage cultivator couldn't achieve that. In the cultivation world, the Ji Mi stage is already among the highest ranks. It's not that there are no Yuan Sheng cultivators; rather, once they reach that level, they typically retreat to meditate, completely withdrawing from worldly affairs, waiting patiently for the moment of ascension. As the saying goes: "When there's no tiger in the mountain, the monkeys naturally become the kings." It's Qingya. She wears a purple dress, the sleeves fluttering in the wind, her face cool and composed, radiating quiet authority. "Qin Feng, what have you been up to again?" she asks, her tone tinged with anger. The young Qin, lifting his head with a serious expression, replies, "Director Qing, after our long and heartfelt conversation last night, I've made myself ready to be a good person—fully committed to abiding by every rule of the cultivation world. So I came early this morning to help my girlfriend buy a car. It was they who initiated the challenge; I was merely defending myself. I must say, Qingya, you're not very considerate. Why only issue a warning, and not inform these people at all?" Qingya blinks. "Why should I inform them? They're all seasoned elders of the cultivation world—how could they possibly not know the rules?" "Then what about now?" Qin scoffs. "They've attacked me right in front of everyone, and brutally killed several innocent people. Aren't you taking any action?" "Of course I am. They've already received their punishment." "Just a few lightning strikes as punishment—considering they hold human lives in their hands, isn't that rather light? Last night, you didn't seem to think so!" Qingya realized he had been outwitted. This was likely a trap set by Qin Feng's young prodigy. Yet even a trap, the cultivators all jumped into it. Wouldn't it be better to kill a dozen or so errant cultivators at the Jieming stage? Killing them would be easy, but what would come after? The Chinese cultivation world would suffer a major blow. After all, there hadn't been a single record of any cultivators achieving transcendence in centuries. As a supervising official, how could he face his peers without embarrassment? Wouldn't it be better to let this tragic situation continue? The Piangmiao True Person seized the opportunity to strike suddenly, delivering a powerful stone-throwing technique that struck directly at Qin Feng's arrow. "Ah!" He cried out, his body flying backward, crashing through a concrete pillar and then toppling several office desks. "Unworthy!" "Qingya was truly furious. Grandmother has always been willing to protect you all—these unambitious louts—but what have you done? You've caused chaos and killed people in the mundane world, which is understandable, yet you've secretly attacked me, right before my very eyes. As if you thought you were someone special. *Swoosh!* A golden beam descended swiftly and struck Piaomiao Zhenren directly. The old man's face tightened, and only then did he lift his head, gazing through the large hole in the roof with a look of bewilderment, murmuring, 'Monitor, you are the Monitor, the actual Monitor—so there truly is a Monitor...' Unfortunately, it was too late. Before he could finish his words, his body burst apart and vanished completely—body and spirit both extinguished. Qin Shao found himself involuntarily trembling. Hiding among the ruins, he pretended to be pitiful, never having imagined that a mere Monitor could possess such prowess. Defeating a True Immortal of the Stillness Period was no more difficult than crushing an ant underfoot. He also felt relieved, for last night he had not encountered any outbursts of anger—otherwise, he would surely have been in trouble. "Your Grace, we beg your pardon!" A voice, clear and strong like a mallard's call, rang out. Turning to the source, it was the old fire deity, the venerable master. Without regard for his dignity, the elder sank to his knees, weeping profusely, his face streaked with tears. "We should not have caused such damage here, nor should we have taken lives. We implore your forgiveness..." They were truly afraid now. In terms of strength, the Immortal of the Ethereal Realm ranked only behind Dong Qiankun. Against him, they had no strength to resist—let alone the others. "Forgiveness?" Qingya said sharply. "For such grave offenses, can mere awareness of wrongdoing truly suffice? I may forgive you, but what about the deceased and the injured? Can they?" The Fire God Elder and the group were completely stunned. Until Qin Feng appeared and caused so many disturbances, they had always been model adherents of the cultivation world's regulations, maintaining strict separation from the mundane realm. They never imagined such a situation would arise. As for Dong Qiankun and the Immortal of the Piǎo Míao Sect—they had always believed that killing a few people without prior notice was acceptable, and thus had triggered this unprecedented crisis. Yet now, those two had both passed away, and their matter was finally settled. What about the living ones? It was precisely because there had been no cultivation figures causing disruptions for a long time that the officials appointed as inspectors had not felt the need to intervene, allowing them to grow increasingly unruly. In truth, this was not entirely their fault. The position of Inspector of the Imperial Court in the cultivation world had changed hands several times already, and Qingya had only recently taken over. The entire cultivation sphere remained completely unaware of these developments. Qin Da leapt out of the ruins, saying, "The Inspector is absolutely right—they are truly beyond redemption and must not be spared. During the fight, I made every effort to avoid injuring anyone else, yet they were so unconcerned, treating human lives as mere straw!" "Shut up," Qing Ya remarked, her intelligence evident—she had already seen through Qin Feng's strategy of using others as pawns. Yet what could one do? Could one simply ignore the facts of their killings merely because of this? Well, things have come to this—then let us turn our attention to you, the unfortunate lot.