Qi Feng had Qing Ya so infuriated that she was on the verge of anger, waving her little fists and shouting, "Didn't you hit me hard enough just now? Now my skin's itchy again, isn't it!" "Hey, actually, I've got one more serious question—I promise it's not a random one," he smiled. "Ask away," the beautiful inspector said with a sniff. "If you dare to ask anything silly, I'll definitely give you a good beating." Qi Feng lifted the bottle of medicine and said, "Just to be safe, I'd like to use the whole bottle—would that be alright?" The woman blinked in surprise, "Using the entire bottle seems a bit wasteful—really, one-third would have been sufficient!" He spoke with serious determination, "Better to use the whole thing—more secure. Besides, don't you think I've been accused of being a bit careless with my treatments? Once I've used this, I won't have to keep track of it anymore. It's a win-win!" "Alright... alright," the woman nodded, clearly reluctant. … The Xiaoyao Sect, under the relentless efforts of its disciples, has now erected a brand-new grand hall that matches the grandeur and scale of the one previously destroyed in the explosion. The materials, however, are slightly lacking—there simply aren't enough high-quality wood and stone available these days, and the Master of the Peak has mandated that the hall must be completed within three days, so various substitutes have had to be used. "Thump... thump... More people fell. The ever-living one, with a look of disdain, said, "Look at your sorry state! You could have kept the members from other sects to do the work—why didn't you assign them as laborers? You were supposed to supervise!" Those who had managed to stay upright expressed genuine delight—this was indeed a sound strategy. Representatives from the major sects arrived one after another, each invitation specifying a strict deadline. Any sect that failed to arrive before the sun set today would face only one outcome: complete annihilation. The heads of the sects, accompanied by their disciples, bowed respectfully before the Supreme Master. The ever-living one radiated pride, though he rarely smiled. Anyone with a keen eye could see that he was deeply moved. Though he had already reached the level of Yuan Sheng three centuries ago, the cultivation world back then had been more humble and unrefined. Who could have imagined that three centuries later, he would still have the chance to ascend to the pinnacle? Thus, the title of Supreme Master truly deserved its place. He couldn't help but think of Dai Jun. For so many days now, he had been completely out of sight—perhaps he had already passed away. Well, let him go. After all, he was just a man who always talked big and flattered others. His death was hardly a loss. The Master of Spirit Communication also appeared among the group, bowing respectfully to the immortal elder and declaring with a clear voice, "I respectfully greet the Master of the Peak. I'm truly sorry—I failed to welcome you during your visit to our Spirit Communication Sect last time. Myself and my disciples were so thoroughly drunk that we didn't even have the chance to greet you. That was truly inappropriate!" "What?" the Master of the Peak frowned. "You and your disciples were drunk? That excuse doesn't quite hold up!" He had already prepared to make a show of it—this time, he was going to take the Spirit Communication Sect as his example. Master Tongling quickly said, "I speak without reservation. That noon, Qin Feng returned with his inferior disciple, and we, along with our disciples, were all very angry. Moreover, the young Qin had played tricks—adding a certain potion to the wine—so we all ended up drinking heavily. It wasn't until the morning of the next day that we learned what had happened the previous evening!" "Really?" Master Lao Buxiao expressed some doubt. "Absolutely true," Master Tongling insisted, "I've been deeply saddened by this matter for quite some time. Fearing that you might be in a bad mood, I didn't dare come to apologize personally. After all, you are a towering figure in our cultivation world, and how could my modest Tongling Sect possibly show any lack of courtesy to you? I wholeheartedly support your appointment as Grand Marshal, and from now on, I shall follow your lead without hesitation!" Upon hearing this, Master Lao Buxiao nodded in agreement—perhaps he had indeed been wrongly blamed. Well then, since the other party has already apologized in front of so many people and expressed their loyalty, why should we make things difficult for them, showing off our own petty concerns? He said with a huff, "Then it must simply be a misunderstanding. Let the Master of Tengling Sect take their seat!" "Thank you, Master of the Peak." He bowed slightly and sat down at the adjacent seat. Had he been himself earlier, he would never have said such hesitant, deferential words—those were all Qin Feng's ideas. Once seated, a great weight finally lifted from his heart, for the old immortal possessed peak-level strength of a Yuan Sheng, capable of effortlessly eliminating the entire Tengling Sect. The other abbots looked at one another and thought, Well, the good words have already been said—now we can't fall behind, must surely offer our compliments. Many of them were watching with a sense of anticipation, knowing well the character of the Master of Tengling Sect and expecting a major setback for the sect. Yet, after just a few kind words, the Master not only escaped blame but actually secured the honor of sitting down. A group of people began to wonder—so, after all, Peak True Person and Dong Guanqin were of the same kind, both being self-serving, always shifting their stance when praised. Amid the continuous stream of flattery, Peak True Person couldn't stop smiling. The disciples of the Immortal Sect were also exceptionally delighted; it seemed now that the Elder would definitely serve as the Grand Master. As the old saying goes, "When one becomes enlightened, even the chickens and dogs rise with him." With the Elder now the foremost among the cultivators, everyone would benefit. From now on, when they went out, they could expect treatment equivalent to that of the heads of other sects. The disciple quickly explained: "This is a newly established sect, founded a few months ago at the Gathering of the Immortal Deities. It has no notable reputation in the cultivation world. The abbot of Ling Miao Sect is Qin Feng, who is aligned with the Inspector General and actually our bitter rival. Of course, he wouldn't come to die here!" The Supreme True Person furrowed his brow: "Bold! Then I'll start with Ling Miao Sect—eliminate all their disciples!" Suddenly, the Master of the Spirit-Communicating Sect asked: "Did you send an invitation to Ling Miao Sect?" The disciple replied instinctively: "Of course not! Qin Feng is our enemy—how could we possibly send him an invitation?"