A remote area outside the city, two master practitioners were engaged in a fierce duel—rivaling the legendary confrontation at the Imperial Summit. The peak master of the real-world cultivation realm is truly the foremost figure in the cultivation world, just one step away from ascending to the heavens; Qingya, meanwhile, serves as the inspector overseeing the cultivation affairs of the Chinese realm—both are among the elite among the elite. Qin, stationed one kilometer away, held a telescope and had a high-speed camera set up beside him. Such a high-level duel wasn’t something that could be observed casually—recording it was essential so that his daughters back home could watch and learn from it. Their combat techniques—flying swords, spells, and various forms of martial prowess—were exceptionally elaborate and dynamic. The two exchanged blows back and forth, quickly completing over a dozen moves, with neither gaining a clear advantage. Clearly, however, Qingya was slightly weaker, and no one could be certain how long she could sustain the fight. The old immortal hadn't wasted his three-century seclusion. Though he hadn't witnessed the moment of transcendence, the profound accumulation of spiritual energy within him had reached an astonishing level—unending and inexhaustible. As for Qingya, though her rank was high, she still seemed somewhat superficial. After thirty-six exchanges, the first round ended in a dead heat between the two of them. "Young lady," the old immortal chuckled, "today, the one who falls must be you. My spiritual energy is more profound and enduring. Given enough time, you'll inevitably succumb." "You're quite confident in yourself," Qingya said, slightly winded. "Can mere depth of spiritual energy really secure your victory? Isn't that a bit too simplistic?" She believed her only real advantage lay in her array of magical artifacts. Within her nājì, she kept several powerful items. One by one, she would summon them and deploy them, not believing that he could possibly withstand such a barrage. The immortal chuckled heartily, "Young lady, if you don't heed the advice of the elders, you'll suffer the consequences right here and now. I urge you to surrender willingly. I'm quite known for my gentle treatment of the delicate—so long as you yield to me, I promise you'll suffer no harm at all, and every day you'll be treated to the finest sensations!" "Dreaming," the beautiful Inspector replied, her face growing increasingly stern. This obnoxious man not only challenged her authority but also spoke with crude, indecent words—quite beyond the bounds of decency. From the very beginning, she had never doubted Qin Feng's words, and now, she had no such doubts. With a thought, a peculiar artifact took flight and struck the immortal with a lightning bolt, followed by a series of laser-like attacks, delivered at a rapid pace. "Futile," the peak-level immortal said, using his right hand to command the flying swords. A cascade of swordlight erupted, colliding with the two types of light, and both vanished instantly. Qin Shao immediately switched to his second artifact... As he admired the scene, he shook his head, saying, "I never thought our beautiful Inspector of the Realm would have such a wealthy, generous flair—pulling out one artifact after another. Unfortunately, none of these seem to make any difference to the immortal. His spiritual energy is simply too profound; even the defense is easily breached. How can he possibly win?" In contrast, Qingya, though supported by so many artifacts, soon grew winded and breathless. A trumpet-shaped artifact surged upward, then swooped down at a sharp angle, continuously expanding in size until it finally encased the immortal within. "Now you're truly out of options," Qingya gasped, "I never thought to underestimate this Inspector—your fate is sealed!" The trumpet, known as the Golden Bell, was capable of sealing a cultivator to death. Huff, huff... then a loud boom... Fine cracks began to appear on the Golden Bell. Qingya cried out in surprise, "How is this possible? Didn't we say it could even hold off even the lowest-ranking immortals?" "A voice of supreme authority, unshakable and majestic, resonated from the bell: 'Even if I can imprison immortals, I cannot be contained!' Thud... The golden bell shattered into four fragments. The supreme cultivator rose with unwavering composure, neither flinching nor breathing heavily, and with his right hand launched a slender object resembling a shuttle, directly toward Qingya. The elegant Overseer of the Realm swiftly dodged, but it was too late. The shuttle struck her protective aura with a sharp, piercing sound, crashing into her spiritual shield. Boom... Under the immense force of impact, Qingya began to stagger backward uncontrollably, and as she soared through the air, she expelled a gush of blood. Her spiritual shield vanished entirely. 'Wow, that's fast!' Qin Shao couldn't believe what he was seeing. Back when Qingya had effortlessly dominated the cultivators at the Stillness stage, she had been so impressive. Now, here she was, being outmaneuvered for the first time. The Peak True Immortal didn't rush to pursue, instead smiling and saying, "How about it, your various artifacts have been powerless against me, yet even my simple attack has you holding your ground—little lady, it's time you surrendered. Otherwise, I'll first beat you senseless, then have you on the bed. After all, it'll all end the same way. Why bother with the toast when you could just take the wine as a penalty? Hahahaha!" "The immortal, smiling with deep meaning: 'It's often said that distant water can't quench a near-thirst. Do you not understand this principle? When they arrive, you'll already be just a plaything beneath my feet—hah, hah, hah!' 'I may die, but I will not let you succeed, old man. You'll witness the most severe crackdown from the Office of Supervision,' Qing Ya declared. Honestly, such a threat was rather hollow—anyone else would have dismissed it as trivial. Qin Shao rose from his hiding place—this was a golden opportunity for a heroic rescue of the heroine. Of course, he wouldn't let it slip by. Only one thing had he forgotten! He wasn't up to par against the Peak Immortal. This fact he had simply ignored, for the sake of the heroic rescue. 'Hear me now, immortal Peak Immortal!' he shouted, his voice strong and clear, stepping forward steadily on the flying sword." The immortal elder looked up, stunned: "You're still alive? How's that possible? Last night, I knocked you senseless—your body and spirit were both destroyed. Didn't you have the ability to reincarnate?" "Reincarnate? You're the one who reincarnated! Your entire family did!" Qin made a furious fuss. "Didn't you even take a moment to check your own appearance? So old, so ugly—you're still trying to court that beautiful young girl! Do you even know how to write the word 'shame'? Well, I'm sure your mother never taught you that when you were young. Actually, I'm wrong—your mother? You're nothing short of a beast! How could you possibly have a mother? You're a wild-born, aren't you?"