Why would they come if we didn't send them invitations? The head of the Eighty Electronic Book Pavilion, the real person, glared at the attendant, criticizing him for being unreliable. The attendant was so startled he was sweating profusely and said, "Master, Qin Feng is actually our enemy. Even if he receives the invitation, he simply won't come!" In the corner, a man with a full beard whispered, "Nonsense! Who says Ling Miao Sect hasn't come? I've been sitting right here all along—just that you people didn't know!" This man was actually Qin, disguised. Having changed his facial features and wearing a convincing beard, even the head of the Ling Sect couldn't recognize him, let alone anyone else. The ever-living one hummed, "Well, you're right, but you still haven't fulfilled the task I assigned you. What did I tell you at the beginning?" The attendant, embarrassed, collapsed to his knees, saying, "Master, we were supposed to deliver the invitations to every sect. It was just that I overlooked this detail. Please forgive me!" "Hmph. Today is a splendid day for me—no need for bloodshed. Given your good confession, I've decided to spare your life." The immortal said, "Though you may escape the death penalty, you'll face many living charges. You shall retreat to the rear mountains and meditate there. For fifty years, you shall not appear before me again!" "Thank you, Elder." The person was nearly overwhelmed with gratitude. After settling the grievances of his disciples, the ever-living elder managed to force out a smile and said, "Thank you all for the honor of coming to see me today. I'm truly delighted. Today, I'm making my pledge—definitely eradicating the LingMiao Sect, so that they vanish completely from the cultivation world!" Several individuals with grudges against Qin Feng stepped forward, simultaneously criticizing him while proudly presenting the peak True Immortal as a paragon of justice—an embodiment of righteousness so rare in heaven and so unparalleled on earth. Listening to these insincere flattery, Qin Feng stood up, deliberately altering his tone and said, "Master True Immortal, I wholeheartedly support your appointment as our leader, yet I still have a question." "What is it? Please go ahead," the elder smiled warmly. "Won't the Office of Supervision have any objections?" Qin Feng asked. The elder's face changed instantly, yet before he could speak, someone interjected, "What's the big deal about the Office of Supervision? They've even lost their own Supervisor to the Alliance! Even if the entire Office of Supervision came rushing in, the outcome would be the same!" "That's right—how could the Alliance leader fear the Office of Supervision?" "Exactly. With those mere food-loving bureaucrats in the Office of Supervision, what could they possibly do? I'm certain, under the leadership of the Alliance leader, we'll wipe out the Office of Supervision entirely and leave those complacent, arrogant officials scrambling on the ground!" Qin Feng smiled and said, "That sounds wonderful—the Alliance leader is truly magnificent!" Thus, without realizing it, the peak-level cultivator had already ascended to the position of Supreme Leader of the cultivation world. He waved his hand with a smile, saying, "Please rest assured—as long as you support me and follow my instructions, I will absolutely ensure no one dares to bully you. As for the Office of Supervision, they're just an ordinary group of mid-tier officials—nothing to be afraid of!" Cheers erupted from the crowd, and the audience responded enthusiastically. Qin was rather stiff and formal, calling out a few times, thinking these were rather unworldly people, dreaming of joining the Inspection Office in their struggle. After all, even a regular Inspector possesses the strength of a Yuan-Sheng stage. If even one Qingya can't hold her own against you, what about two? Three? Four? Or a whole group? Then you'd probably be nothing but a victim. Currently, Qingya has chosen not to report this matter out of a desire to maintain her dignity. Should this covert assassination attempt fail, she'll likely no longer care about such formalities. At this very moment, Qingya is brooding quietly in the small cauldron. She had requested Qin Feng to allow her to go out, but Qin the Young, without even thinking, refused her, offering two rather polished reasons: first, her injury has not yet fully healed, and once she leaves, she'll be in great danger—while he can save her once, he cannot guarantee he'll be able to do so a second time. Second, the poisoning mission has nothing at all to do with you, so please stay put and don't cause any trouble. If those people start shouting their demands, you'll be right there to hear it—can you really guarantee you won't rush out and fight them head-on? That would completely ruin our plans. She naturally wasn't satisfied and even went so far as to physically confront them. Yet Qin Shao remained unmoved. It turned out that certain seemingly effective strategies, once used repeatedly—especially when constantly mentioned—lose their impact over time. "Master, I'm delighted to see you ascended to your esteemed position. I'd like to present you with a gift first," Qin Feng, the bearded man, bowed respectfully. "Oh, what is it? Please show it to me," the old man exclaimed with delight. When they arrived, they had already brought numerous gifts—gold, silver, precious treasures, medicinal herbs, and magical artifacts. Anything that could be presented in person before everyone else, surely, must be something even better. Qin Shao stepped forward a little, smiling and said: "This is an exceptional artifact. I would like to personally present it to the Grand Master. I wonder if that opportunity is possible!" "Enough! What are you, some mere footman?" one of the disciples exclaimed. "Shut up! What are you, some insignificant person?" the ever-young elder glared at him, sneered, "All guests are welcome here—how dare you speak? This Daoist friend, please don't mind. I'll handle him myself, quite comfortably, hehe!" "Please don't worry—he's genuinely concerned about your safety," Qin Shao remained calm and smiled. "Serious? Is my safety really under threat?" the peak-level True Immortal said with pride. "I possess the strength of a peak-level Yuan Sheng stage, just one step away from ascending. Even if any of you here wish to harm me, can any of you manage it? Besides, you all hold me in such high regard—how could you possibly harm me?" "Of course not. I remain loyal to the Grand Master!" "I shall follow the Master's lead entirely—should you ask me to go east, I will never dare go west; should you command me to chase the dog, I will never dare reach for the chicken!" "Whoever dares to harm the Master shall first pass through my hands. Unless he steps over my body, I will never give him a chance!" Once again, such words that send shivers down one's spine—how utterly lacking in grace are you all? After living for over a hundred years as cultivators, you still manage to be so unprincipled. While mentally cursing the others, Qin junior slowly approached, smiling warmly, "To have the privilege of personally delivering my gift to the Master is truly a great honor. I am certain this gift will please the Master."