After a satisfying meal, the peak-level immortal stretched comfortably, yawned luxuriously. By the side of the e-reader, Dai Jun opened his mouth wide—so wide that it could almost fit an ostrich egg. He was genuinely startled. After all, the banquet he had prepared for his ancestor was not only rich and abundant but served eighteen courses. Yet now, there remained only eighteen empty plates, and the two five-pound bottles of fine wine had been completely drained. "Only about eight out of ten full," the ever-young immortal said, massaging his round belly. "Considering the tight schedule today, I won't hold it against you. But tomorrow, I insist on having more dishes and more wine!" "Yes, Elder Peak," Dai Jun quickly stood up. After the elder ancestor had departed, he slapped his forehead: "It's either because I haven't eaten for too long, or because the dietary needs of a Yuan-Sheng stage cultivator are inherently so great—by now, the Xiaoyao Sect will surely be drained dry, until not even a single hair remains!" On his way back to his room, the peak-level elder ancestor urinated and hummed a little tune as he opened the door—only to gasp in astonishment. Inside, two stunningly beautiful women sat on the large bed, dressed in translucent, sheer sha robes. Their chest areas glowed with delicate rosy hues, while the dark, lush contours of their lower bodies subtly emerged. The immortal, who had never felt such a sensation before, immediately sensed a burning sensation in his chest, and his long-unused member in his trousers began to rise proudly. "You two," he managed, swallowing hard, though his mouth still felt dry. "We came to attend to the peak-level elder ancestor. It was Dai Jun who sent us." "Excellent! That's wonderful!" The immortal, transformed into a wolf, charged straight at them, soon emitting the sounds of fabric tearing, heavy breathing, and the woman's cries. Fifteen minutes later, the peak-level elder lay like a weary old dog, panting on top of the two women's slender, graceful bodies, his member dangling between his legs, drooping like a freshly dead caterpillar. The two women looked somewhat dissatisfied. The immortal panted for a while before speaking, "Where did you two come from? Can little Dai manage to bring me such beautiful women?" One of them replied, "We've always lived in the Xiao Yao Sect; we were previously concubines of Dong Qiankun!" "Wait a minute," the immortal exclaimed, eyes wide open, "So you're Dong Qiankun's women? Then I've been doing the 'dust-removal' work—what about Dai? How could he send me his granddaughter's wife? Isn't he going to lose his life?" "Another woman quickly interjected, 'No, Elder, we came willingly to serve you. After Dong Qunkuan passed away, we became widows with no one to rely on. Please don't be angry with us—definitely don't send us away!' Upon saying this, the two women moved in perfect synchrony: one gently held the soft, limp caterpillar with her mouth, while the other performed a heavenly grape-harvesting move. The immortal immediately felt comfortable, closed her eyes, and hummed softly, saying, 'Since your husbands have passed, as the venerable elder of the Xiao Yao Sect, I have a duty to care for you. From now on, stay by my side—never mention again that you were Dong Qunkuan’s wives. Remember this?' 'Thank you, Elder,' the two women replied in a muffled tone. Through their persistent efforts, after one hour, the immortal finally surged back to strength, this time lasting for twenty minutes—quite a significant improvement compared to before." On a small building not far away, Dai Jun watched the window swaying gently, smiling to himself, "It's no wonder the elder grandmother has been meditating for three centuries without achieving transcendence—such a strong attachment to the mundane world! How could she possibly transcend?" Qin Feng was momentarily stunned, then quickly understood, and smiled, saying, "She's the Inspector-General, responsible for our Huaxia cultivation realm—her name is Qingya. It was Qingya who helped resolve the conflicts between me and Dong Kuangqian and his team. Several dozen high-ranking cultivators from various sects have either died or been injured. I'm sure they've now learned to behave properly. Hehe!" "An Inspector-General? Indeed, someone like that exists!" Lin Caivé was amazed, "I always thought this was a legendary figure. After all, no Inspector-General has appeared in over several centuries. It's said their duty is to supervise cultivators—anyone who fails to abide by the rules faces severe penalties!" Qin nodded in agreement, "Exactly. I set a trap for the elders of the Piao Miao Sect, and they fell right into it. Not only did they damage numerous facilities, but they also killed people. In the end, Qingya handled each incident individually and brought them all to heel!" Now it all made sense—everyone's lingering doubts were finally cleared. Mei Hui smiled, "Since she's helped you, you've brought her over to the nursery and let her dig up the young plants, haven't you? What I find puzzling is how she's become so interested in these medicinal herbs—after all, as a Commissioner, she must have seen a great deal of the world!" "Ma," Qin Feng thought back to the incident and felt it had been a real loss. "These precious herbs aren't just extinct here—they've long since disappeared in their own region as well. I truly hope she brings back all those young plants and ends up killing them off—otherwise, over time, these things will lose their value!" Fang Fang countered, "Not necessarily. There's a fundamental difference between those cultivated artificially and those grown naturally in the small cauldrons!" "Hmm, that's true," Qin Shao felt much more at ease. It was just like wild ginseng versus artificially cultivated ginseng—on the surface, they might look identical, or even the cultivated ones might appear more robust, yet in terms of efficacy, the difference could be worlds apart. Plus, Qingya clearly comes across as a delicate, well-cared-for girl accustomed to comfort—having managed to get all those seedlings established is already no small feat. Could she possibly have the ability to promote them across the entire universe? Quite unreliable, huh. In a certain space, Qingya kept sneezing repeatedly, so much so that a young seedling just planted in a pot was blown about wildly, eventually snapping in two. "What?" she stood up angrily, with dirt smudged all over her face, looking up at the sky and shouting, "What's going on? Why do I keep sneezing? I'm the Overseer, aren't I? Is someone behind me saying bad things about me? If so, just don't tell me who—it's you who'll suffer.