?Reading on mobile phone You have to settle up eventually. The e-book "Eighty" often sets others up, and it's not uncommon for it to end up falling into someone else's trap. At this very moment, Qin Feng truly understands this principle—so deeply that he acts without hesitation: he escapes! Yingya has already raised her palm, her expression still calm but clearly carrying the intention to deliver a solid slap that will finish him off. To dare to glance at her while she's diving in—how could he possibly survive? Fortunately, this is Qin Feng's own domain—once he starts running, no one can catch up. As the palm is about to land on him, he vanishes in a flash. "Qin Feng! Come back here right now—or I'll never let you off!" the beautiful inspector shouts, clearly furious. Recalling what just happened, she had to strip down completely to dive in—now she's absolutely livid. With at least a nine-out-of-ten chance that Qin Feng had watched her the entire time, and that's already a conservative estimate. Qin appeared breathless in the living room, wiping sweat and murmuring, "It was really close! Thanks to my quick reflexes, otherwise I'd have definitely been at a disadvantage!" "What could possibly go wrong?" Fang Fang asked, seated on the sofa. He was startled, "How come you're here?" "You've been here the whole time! It's only just now that you've shown up," the beautiful assistant remarked with a sniff. "Hey, no big deal—just a little misunderstanding with the Inspector. You go on about your business, and I'll head up to meditate." He dashed up the stairs. Fang Fang paused, then said to herself, "Meditating? Our Qin has been so diligent lately—quite unusual. I think it's not just a minor issue. I suspect it's serious!" Back in his room, Qin sat on the bed, gasping, and said, "Let me go! Don't dream it up—wouldn't that just give you the perfect opportunity to knock me out? Sunny, beautiful Fang, just stay put in the little steamer!" He wasn't afraid that the young woman might cause trouble inside—after all, the medicinal herbs in the苗圃and the Great Lake were top-tier, and she wouldn't dare destroy them. ...The Xiao Yao Sect's master, a true peak cultivator with a stern face, asked sharply, "Where is Dai Jun? Where did that young man go?" A disciple replied hesitantly, "Didn't he go out with you, Master, together with you? He hasn't returned yet!" "What?" The immortal's eyes widened. "He hasn't returned at all? Dispatch people immediately—go out and find him, bring him back here. If I don't peel his skin off, I'll never rest!" Seeing the immortal so furious, no disciple dared to breathe a word. Even the most courageous one asked gently, "Master, what did Dai Jun do exactly? What could have made you so displeased?" "Hmph. I told him to stay put, but he vanished without a trace. And now, I'm having to face warnings and setbacks in the mortal world—constantly stumbling." He nearly said the truth, but fortunately, he managed to hold back in time. A group of people all looked indignant, expressing their determination to severely punish Dai Jun. In truth, many were secretly delighted—Dai Jun was such a master at flattery that they had never had a real chance to get close to the Elder. Now, with Dai Jun in trouble, everyone else could finally thrive. Several volunteers stepped forward to go search for Dai Jun. The more astute ones stayed behind, believing that only by remaining close to the Elder could they secure greater opportunities. Someone immediately proposed, "Master, please don't be upset. It's not worth it to be angry with someone so young as Dai Jun. I have a suggestion: since you've already taken the lead in managing the Xiao Yao Sect and even defeated the Inspector-General, it's time to announce this throughout the cultivation world. Invite all sects to come and pay their respects, present their finest elixirs and artifacts, and formally elevate you as their Supreme Commander. What do you think?" The Immortal Who Never Dies nodded thoughtfully—what a sound idea. After all, he'd already driven the Inspector-General away; why not claim supremacy over the entire cultivation realm? He nodded, a smile returning to his face: "That's settled. You go immediately and send official invitations to all the major sects, urging them to arrive as soon as possible!" "What if someone dares to refuse?" "Who dares to refuse? I'll wipe out their entire family." The immortal elder sneered. … For several consecutive days, Qin Feng had stayed by the girls' sides, claiming to be a good man. He ignored Qingya's persistent cries from the small cauldron, where the beautiful Inspector, desperate to escape, repeatedly scolded him until he was red in the face. A paper crane flew into the Qin family villa, and upon seeing it, Qin Feng brightened and exclaimed, "Finally! The opportunity has arrived! Woo-hoo!" When he unfolded the crane, a graceful regular script read: "The Xiaoyao Sect has sent an invitation, requesting that all major sects attend to meet the supreme master—reaching the pinnacle of the Yuan Sheng stage—and honor him as their leader. They are even bold enough to demand medicinal herbs and magical artifacts, claiming that any dissenting sect will face complete annihilation, with the Lingtong Sect Master as the example." "I'm going," he said, slamming the table. "This old man truly considers himself a figure. That's why Dong Qunkuan also wanted to be the leader—apparently, the Xiaoyao Sect has such a gene. No way—I must immediately inform the Inspector!" "Yi Shi pulled his arm firmly," "Don't you still have a misunderstanding with Qingya? If you just go in like this, won't she hit you?" "Uh," Qin Shao looked utterly helpless. According to his original plan, he intended to keep Qingya confined for a longer period—after all, time could fade away any tension. Alternatively, he could find a legitimate excuse to divert the attention of the beautiful inspectors, allowing him to escape unscathed. Now, he had an excuse, but Qingya was still furious. If he appeared before her suddenly... it might well turn out to be a rather unfortunate outcome. What a headache—how could he possibly avoid getting hit? He racked his brains and finally came up with a solution that satisfied both parties, smiling warmly at Mei Hui and saying, "Huihui, as the eldest in the family, you'll go on my behalf and deliver the message to Qingya. If she's in a good mood, I'll enter; if not, then I'll just leave her there. In the worst case, after the peak True Immortal completely upends the cultivation world, she can step in to clean up the mess!" Mei Hui raised an eyebrow. "Does this sound reasonable?" "Does it matter whether it's reasonable or not—right now, is there any better alternative? Let's just take it step by step."