Watching the devastated car showroom, the corpses scattered on the ground, and the wounded people's desperate cries, Qingya's fury reached its peak. As a cultivator, it was already a great mistake to not be able to remain calm and detached—yet to attack ordinary civilians so openly and brazenly, such actions demanded severe punishment. The mere death of one缥缈 cultivator was not enough. With sharp eyes, she scanned the faces of those pleading for mercy, and coldly commanded, "Who killed people just now? Step forward!" One of them stammered, "Reporting to the Inspector, I was merely unintentional—during the clash, my flying sword lost control, so..." Swoosh— A yellow beam shot toward the speaker. He instinctively tried to resist, but having been struck by lightning so severely earlier, his body still hadn't recovered. To survive that was no small feat. Boom… Another complete collapse—everyone is trembling like leaves in the wind, their fear beyond words. "Did I give you a chance to speak? Did I let you say a word? Repeat after me: the one who killed last time—stand up! The one who dares to refuse to acknowledge it, or stammer and hesitate—exactly that person is the model." Her voice grew colder, more resolute, unyielding. Two of them hurried forward—had it not been for their flowing robes, one could have seen their legs quivering with fear. Qingya frowned. Qin Feng, noticing her expression, began silently offering his condolences to the others. Clearly, the esteemed Lady Inspector was deeply dissatisfied with the current outcome. Indeed, she immediately added, "Who damaged the buildings or others' property? Step forward!" Several people exchanged glances. During the earlier skirmish—whether wielding flying swords or casting spells—none of these attacks had posed any threat to Qin Feng. The only tangible result was the wreckage now spread before them. Having learned from the earlier incident, they dared not hide themselves and stepped forward one by one. The beautiful Inspector's expression grew even more stern, as according to her previous logic, both murder and destruction should be treated as a single offense—meaning all of these individuals would have to die. To execute a single batch of over a dozen cultivators at the Ji Mi period in one go was no small task; merely submitting a report to the higher authorities would likely be enough to cause it to be rejected. As the saying goes, "no blame is laid upon the crowd," and since these underperforming individuals were leaders in the Chinese cultivation world, it was easy to eliminate them—but the consequences would take centuries to recover from, let alone to revive the entire scene. When she first assumed the role of Inspector of the Chinese cultivation world, she had firmly promised her superiors that she would soon demonstrate the rise and flourishing of the Chinese cultivators. Now, not only had that promise been broken, but they had literally plummeted into the well. "You all," she said, "shall rank yourselves according to the severity of your damage. Anyone who refuses to comply will face certain death." She had to adjust her strategy, planting seeds of hope here. Qin Sha frowned, thinking of what Qingya must be thinking. According to his plan, all of them should die—everyone had to be eliminated to make amends. "Qingya, you—" "Just go on your way. Besides dealing with your own demise, I'll hold you accountable later." The beautiful Inspector spoke with irritation—this was her first public appearance in the Chinese cultivation world, and she hadn't exactly made a good impression, so she was in a bad mood. Moreover, she had firmly believed this was a trap deliberately laid by Qin Feng, and that everyone else, including herself, had foolishly jumped into it. Every time she saw Qin's young lord's smug expression, she felt increasingly frustrated. The several dozen individuals, however, remained composed, quietly assessing their positions and soon forming a clear line. What surprised Qin Daxiao was that the Fire God, the elder, had ended up in eleventh place—though he was, after all, the highest-ranking leader among the group, aside from Dong Qinkuan and the Piǎo Miǎo Immortal. Indeed, the Fire God's performance throughout the campaign had been outstanding, and the term "clever" truly fit him perfectly. From the very beginning, he had opposed launching attacks in the mortal world. Thus, although he had been directing his flying swords to engage in combat just like the others since the battle began, he had never actually collided with Qin Feng's swords, and the damage he had caused was negligible. Qingya pointed at the five individuals at the very front and said, "You three move together with those two; the rest of you..." From her mouth movements, it was clear that the next two words she would say were: "disband." Qin Feng stepped in first and said, "My Lord Inspector, the Fire God is their leader. Even if he's placed behind, we cannot simply let him off lightly!" "The beautiful Inspector first glared at him, then asked the others, 'Is that correct?' Naturally, no one dared to be casual—everyone nodded in agreement. The Fire God, an old master, was drenched in sweat. He had hoped to smoothly escape unscathed, only to find himself once again the one who stepped forward. Had he known it would turn out this way, why had he gone so close to Dong Qunkuan and the Immortal of the Misty Heights? Not only had he failed to reap any benefits, but he had also been thrust into the very spotlight. 'Inspector, I truly am innocent! Dong Qunkuan and the Immortal of the Misty Heights are the real leaders—I am merely third in rank,' the old man said, bowing again and again, pleading, 'This is a joint operation. Though I have often disagreed with their methods, I've been unable to change anything and have had to align myself with them. Now that both of them have perished, I beg you—please grant me a chance to live. I promise to focus solely on my own cultivation and never interfere in any other matters again!' 'It's only now that you're showing remorse—doesn't that seem too late?" "Qingya hummed. "My lord, the Inspector..." Crack... Thunder... The Fire God, the venerable monk, instantly vanished—both form and spirit—on his way to the Hall of the Underworld Sovereign. There, he'll surely not feel lonely. With two friends who had gone earlier, he can form a card game table and play Mahjong, perhaps. The seven chosen individuals all knelt and pleaded for mercy, yet Qingya had already made up her mind to eliminate them—how could she spare them? All seven followed the paths of the飘渺 True Person and the Fire God. The others, meanwhile, were left paralyzed with fear. Throughout this, Qin Feng remained silent, watching quietly. Qingya glanced at the remaining people and said, "I hope this incident makes you more vigilant. Should anyone dare to commit misconduct in the future, let them suffer the same fate. You still haven't moved? Then hurry—my lady doesn't want to see you lingering!" The several people, drenched in sweat and trembling, were just about to flee when Qin Feng spoke up: "They can't go!" Several pairs of eyes turned fiercely upon him at once—were you really going to eliminate them all? Qingya arched an eyebrow, "Why? Do you think you have the right to give orders to me, Qin Feng? Don't think that just a little rapport between us grants you the right to act with impunity!" Qin smiled lightly, "The Commissioner misunderstands. What I mean is, if we let them go, how are we to conclude this matter?"