?Mobile reading Qin Feng's current standing position was undoubtedly the safest, as the Peak True Person's attention was entirely focused on the members of the various sects and he had not even noticed him. However, what puzzled him was that despite so many people falling inside, the remaining few seemed about to succumb to the poison—yet the immortal old man had not even been touched. Could it be that this man was immune to all poisons? Impossible. The poison was so potent that even True Immortal cultivators couldn't withstand it, let alone the Yuan Saint-level cultivators. The gathered attendees were left stunned by the old man's presence, completely unaware of what had transpired, so no one spoke. Yet their exchanged glances only deepened the old man's suspicions. "You all," he thundered, "I invited you here with good intentions. Yet you have attacked my disciples. Is that truly bearable? How can one endure this?" A senior master with a large delegation stepped forward, bowing respectfully, "Master, I don't understand what you mean. Could you please explain? We've been setting up tents and settling in here, and now you want us to build a grand hall for the Xiao Yao Sect. It seems we've offended you somewhere—where exactly?" The unfortunate gate master immediately activated his spiritual shield and darted to one side. Though he possessed the quality of a lower-rank Ji Mi period cultivator, he was merely receiving blows when facing Qingya, a cultivator of Yuan Sheng period—let alone now. Thud… The unfortunate one met his end with both body and spirit utterly annihilated. The others couldn't help but grow increasingly alarmed, yet they still had no idea what had happened—purely an unforeseen misfortune. Swoosh… Thud… The "spear" continued its flight, striking down another figure with equal devastation, leaving the crowd's fear at an all-time high. Qin, growing impatient, shouted, "You idiots! Why aren't you running?" Ah, yes—everyone suddenly realized. Though the peak-level True Person was indeed formidable, he could only use his two hands. Could he possibly eliminate everyone at once? They had to run now. Even if someone was caught and killed, the majority would surely escape safely. Then, a group of them scattered like birds and beasts, no longer caring about their image—now survival was the only thing that mattered. "Run, do you think you'll make it?" the immortal scoffed. "The disciples who poisoned me—I will personally eliminate each and every one of you, to avenge the Xiao Yao Sect!" With that, he charged after them. Seizing this opportunity, Qin Shao turned and leapt into the hall, where the scene was devastating—eight out of ten had already passed on, while the remaining few were struggling desperately, trying to expel the toxins from their bodies but unable to find a way. "Really a pity—what's with this old guy never doing anything at all?" he murmured, stroking his chin, only for his beard stuck to his face to be pulled off accidentally. Good grief, this is truly ridiculous. I'm going to have to give Qingya a stern reprimand when I get back. You didn't claim your impersonation skills were unrivaled, did you? Then why are they so unreliable? Still, one must admit that no one has ever doubted him so far—so Qingya's ability in impersonation remains quite impressive. The closest of the remaining figures widened his eyes and pointed at him, shouting, "You—you're Qin Feng, aren't you? You're the one who poisoned us, aren't you?... *pfft*... *plunged to the ground*..." Before he could finish his sentence, he collapsed and expired. "Wow, are you really that clever?" "He said with disdain, 'To know so much seems to be no blessing—such people often die swiftly. Who here recognizes me? Speak up!' 'Qin Feng—we the Xiao Yao Sect have never ceased to harbor enmity toward you… *plink*…' 'Qin—our senior patriarch will surely avenge us… *plink*…' 'Qin Feng, I've known you for years… *plink*…' '*Plink*…' Qin Young smiled. Truly unforeseen—his very presence had accelerated their poisoning. That man just stood there, dramatically, letting them all see. He slowly raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, then suddenly extended his middle finger. *Plink… plink… plink…* *Plink… plink… plink…* Several who had been holding on, struggling to stay upright, finally gave way—collapsing together, one after another. 'Hahaha!' Qin Shao burst into laughter, but it only lasted a few seconds before he could no longer hold it—because the most crucial person hadn't been poisoned yet, and was now actively chasing after that group of unfortunate souls. His eyes settled on the seat of the Peak True Person. Man, why were there two elegant blue-and-white porcelain wine jars there? Both had already been emptied. And beside them, a regular wine jar, just opened, stood untouched. No doubt, the immortal hadn't drunk the poisoned wine at all—or had only just begun. Man, is it really that lucky? I've gone to all this trouble, and yet I've failed to poison you twice. Are you a cat, by any chance? Most heartbreaking of all, the poison is now completely gone. It's said that misfortunes rarely happen three times in a row—where will I find another chance to do it again? Outside, the cries and wails rose—members of the Xiaoyao Sect's families, and the younger disciples who hadn't been granted the honor of attending the banquet. They rushed into the hall, first seeing the bodies scattered all over the floor, and then seeing Qin Feng. "Who are you, and why are you here?" one of them demanded angrily. "Excellent question," Qin Shao smiled, saying, "I'm here to check who still hasn't died. Let me tell you the truth—every single one of these people is dead from my poison. Hahahaha!" Once the truth had been spoken, it was inevitable that these people would also meet the same fate, for only the dead could keep secrets.