?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng was delighted, thinking that the artifact presented before everyone must surely be something special. The eight-zero e-book truly is a gem—something Qin Feng had painstakingly secured from Qingya. After all, the beautiful Inspector is famously frugal, and securing even a small favor from her is no easy task. Yet, for the sake of completing the mission and avenging herself, she had managed to pull out an artifact, reportedly brought from the Celestial Realm, far surpassing the quality of any artifact in the cultivation world. In truth, it wasn't that impressive—otherwise, she would have easily defeated Peak True Person last time. Of course, Qin Feng only thought this to himself; he never voiced it aloud. As he approached the immortal elder, he smiled and said, "Lord Marshal, this is a family heirloom passed down from my ancestors. It's said to originate from the Celestial Realm—it can both emit fire and spray water, and it's truly impressive!" "The elder's eyes lit up: 'Indeed, a fine artifact! Last time when she fought against the Inspector, she produced a similar one that could emit fire—remarkable!'" The Immortal Who Never Dies didn't think much, saying, "Ah, it's Master Feng Qin. Since you have no sect or school, why not join the Xiao Yao Sect? I'll guide your cultivation—definitely making your progress more efficient!" Qin smiled warmly, "Thank you, Grand Master. Should Master Feng Qin ever obtain a fine artifact in the future, I'll surely present it to you!" "Haha, excellent! Excellent! Excellent!" He stepped back to his original seat, waiting for the Peak True Person to lift the cup. The poison he had just poured into it was sufficient to kill a True Immortal at the Yuan Sheng stage—what remained would naturally be his own. As for Qing Ya, he simply told her that all the artifacts had been used up, having already made the arrangements beforehand. The Immortal Who Never Dies continued to play with the artifacts, his proud expression quite unyielding, completely ignoring the others. A group of people began to meditate and ponder whether they should also offer something valuable to the Grand Master. After a while of playing, the Peak True Person placed the artifact on the table, only to accidentally knock over the wine cup. No way. Qin Shao is about to go crazy—doesn't this sound like a classic case of losing the chicken and ending up with the grain? He's already sacrificed his treasures, and now you're taking them back? How can you possibly feel comfortable if you don't drink the medicine? "Could you please bring me a new cup?" The ever-living old man didn't even care—definitely not setting an example! If he were truly frugal, he'd have cleaned up every drop spilled on the table and floor himself. The attendant immediately brought over a fresh cup, poured the wine again, and someone else collected the original one. Qin Shao's heart was bleeding—his flawless plan had completely collapsed. If Qingya found out, she'd be absolutely heartbroken. What could he do? He absolutely couldn't just walk away without making some progress. He had to achieve something tangible, otherwise he'd never be able to face Qingya. He patted his stomach, stood up, and looked embarrassed, saying, "My stomach feels a bit off. I need to go to the restroom—sorry for the inconvenience!" "Please don't worry. Everyone has their three urgent needs. Go ahead." The old immortal was very generous and readily agreed—entirely due to the favor he had just shown by offering his spiritual artifact. As he stepped out of the hall, he began searching for a restroom, during which he also discovered the kitchen’s location. The peak-level immortal, too, was a thrifty person—he had gathered everyone together but had no intention of hosting a meal, so the kitchen was only prepared with food suitable for the followers of the Xiao Yao Sect. This gave Qin Feng the opportunity he had hoped for; he certainly didn’t intend to poison all the immortals in the cultivation world, even though he didn’t particularly care for most of them beyond the Lingming Sect’s abbot. He had chosen to poison only the wine, and when the peak-level immortal became the alliance’s leader, the entire Xiao Yao Sect would surely celebrate with a banquet. That was the main reason—since the poison supply was limited. If Qin Shao had carried ten or eight pounds of it, he would have definitely considered poisoning the dishes as well. Now, however, he found himself having to use up the entire supply at once. He had originally intended to quietly reserve some for future use against other adversaries. He carefully poured the poison into one of the jars, shook it well, and then evenly distributed it into the others. Indeed, five or six people arrived, all wearing aprons and carrying vegetable knives. Along with them came a cultivator who was constantly giving instructions as they walked: "The portion sizes don't need to be increased—we still serve the people from our Xiao Yao Sect. The variety of dishes must be rich and diverse, after all, this is a celebration banquet!" One cook asked curiously, "With so many guests coming, aren't we supposed to take care of their meals?" "Of course not," the man replied with a sniff. "Inviting them over is already a great gesture. We have no obligation to serve them meals. In fact, we don't just serve them—we expect them to present gifts to the patriarch and support him as the Grand Marshal!" "Ah, that's good then." "Another cook laughed and said, 'Just now, we saw such a large crowd outside. We thought the cooking task for today would be overwhelming—serving so many people must surely exhaust them to the point of death. How will they eat? Will they have to rely on us to feed them?' 'Nonsense! If they don’t feed themselves, how will food fall from the sky?' Qin Shao expressed the most profound contempt for the Peak True Person’s hospitality—so stingy as to not even invite them to a meal! Such human nature, and yet he wants to be the Grand Marshal? You really do think highly of yourself. That’s fine—this way, innocent people won’t be poisoned, hooray! Yet everyone was furious but could say nothing, as the very next words sent their hearts racing. Master Xiao Yao continued, "You may all eat and drink your fill and wait outside. We need to build eight auxiliary halls, but our current manpower is insufficient—we will need your help. Besides providing labor, you will also need to supply the necessary materials. This is the Alliance Master's instruction. Do you all understand?"