?Mobile reading Finally, Qin Feng yielded to Qingya's overwhelming pressure. Eight Zero E-book Indeed, ordinary people often make such a choice at crucial moments, so Qin didn't feel embarrassed by his own actions. In fact, he had initially refused simply because he hoped to secure more benefits. Once it became clear that no further benefits were available, he naturally agreed readily. Moreover, this would create the impression in Qingya's mind that he had agreed out of necessity—thus, she would gain an advantage. In reality, it was Qin, the young magnate, who gained the upper hand. The beautiful Inspector had indeed been fooled. She clapped her hands and exclaimed happily, "From now on, your duty will be to assist me in managing the cultivation realm—ensure those troublesome individuals behave properly. Should anyone dare to defy you, you shall first report the matter and then execute them!" "Oh," Qin blinked in surprise, "report first, then execute? What does that even mean!" "You misunderstood me. My point is, anyone who dares to be disobedient will first be beaten up; if they still refuse to comply, they'll be executed!" Qin Shao's eyes lit up. This was just what he expected. He rubbed his hands and said, "Then you must at least give me something like a specially commissioned sword—otherwise, what will I use to execute them?" "You actually believed that! I don't even have a specially commissioned sword for you—I'll use my own flying sword instead!" "Ah!" Qin Shao finally realized that the beautiful, graceful inspector before him was, in fact, a miser—strictly conservative, only allowing inflows, not outflows. She was incredibly frugal. To secure even the smallest advantage from her seemed nearly impossible. Well, whatever—now that he had become an assistant inspector, even though he was just a temporary worker with no salary, he still held a position of authority above everyone else. Hahahaha! He couldn’t hold it any longer—he wanted to strut around like a pompous, ungrateful fool in front of other cultivators, then shout out, “I, Qin Han San, am back! Who among you dares to challenge me? The Inspector-in-Chief said I can either beat you up or cut you down first!” As he thought of this, a look of pure YD excitement spread across his face, and drool started to trickle down his chin. Qingya quickly stepped back, adopting a look of complete unfamiliarity, shaking her head and saying, “Honestly, what a drag! How can the entire Chinese cultivation world be full of such underachieving, unambitious people? Staying with you is simply a drag—Inspector-in-Chief, I’m off. You go on daydreaming here!” For heaven’s sake, if you’re not going to be grateful for the thousands of precious seedlings I’ve brought you, at least don’t mock me! You’re simply unkind—unfairly unkind! Just as he was about to go up and argue with her, Qingya had already vanished. He looked at the mess on the ground and suddenly couldn't help laughing, covering his belly and murmuring, "You thought you'd gotten the better of me—well, buddy, it's you who's really winning now! I'll go ahead and act self-serving, even take justice against my own interests. Just close one eye and wait, and you'll see—ha ha ha!" Da Qin Group—three women stared at each other, puzzled by Qin Feng's unrestrained laughter, yet certain that he must have secured some real advantage. Xiao Yao Sect—after a fresh grooming, the patriarch wore a moon-white robe, his flowing white hair and long beard giving him a truly ethereal, sage-like appearance. Seated in the master's chair, he was surrounded by an array of fine delicacies and fine wines. As for his name, even he had forgotten it. Since the title "Patriarch" was respectful but not particularly impressive, the most flatterer among them had thoughtfully come up with a new one! Peak True Person. It means he has reached the pinnacle of a cultivator's attainment, unmatched by anyone. The name he chose is quite cheeky—quite faceless and ungracious. Yet, thanks to the old ancestor's favor, he was immediately approved and decided to go forward as "Master of the Pinnacle," no longer using the title of the old ancestor. As a result, the one who used to flatter everyone became a highly sought-after figure within the Xiaoyao Sect—how could he not, given the old ancestor's deep trust in him? Had it not been for the significant generational gap, he might have even become the old ancestor's personal disciple. His name is Dai Jun. Dai Jun smiled warmly and said, "Master of the Pinnacle, all this has been prepared especially for you. However, due to time constraints, we've only managed to achieve this level. Please don't mind!" The ever-young and ever-living one was nearly delighted into a state of bewilderment—so many delicious dishes, none of which he had tasted in three centuries, and the fine wines that had stirred up even the most hidden cravings deep within his belly. "It's going quite well, after all—we just weathered a major crisis in our Xiaoyao Sect, so some prudent saving is certainly necessary," he said, blushing slightly with his aged face. "Indeed, indeed. From now on, all matters of the Sect shall be under the guidance of the Master of the Peak, and I shall merely serve as your humble attendant," Dai Jun continued, bowing even more deeply. "The maid bowed her head and said, 'Indeed, the sister who just assisted the Peak Elder in dressing was treated unfairly by the Elder...' "What?" Dai Jun's eyes widened. "How could that be? The Elder is a highly accomplished master of cultivation—how could he treat a mere maid so unkindly? Tell me clearly what happened. If you deliberately tarnish the Elder's reputation, I will not spare you!" The maid was quite startled and quickly recounted the entire incident. Originally, while assisting the Peak Elder with his dressing, he had embraced her and kissed her several times, even reaching into her clothes, touching her from top to bottom several times. The maid was completely stunned, unable to move or resist, and only began to weep bitterly once she returned to her room. Dai Jun furrowed his brow, "Ah, it's this matter, after all. It's nothing remarkable—Grandmatriarch's simply showing her affection for the younger generation. She should be grateful, not crying. Tell her to go to Grandmatriarch's chamber tonight for the night's audience. This is her golden opportunity to rise in status. If she serves Grandmatriarch well, she'll never have to worry again!" The attendant looked hesitant but still turned and departed. Watching her retreating figure, Dai Jun murmured to himself, "Grandmatriarch seems to be choosing her partners rather indiscriminately. That attendant wasn't particularly attractive—she's even willing to make a move. No, this matter must be taken seriously. She won't want to be disappointed. If it's just someone of ordinary appearance, Grandmatriarch will grow bored quickly. Oh, right—Dong Qiankun's several concubines are all well-looking and well-proportioned. Sending one of them to Grandmatriarch would be an excellent choice."