?Reading on smartphone "Just us two. The Eighty-Eleven E-book." Qin Feng was stunned. Qingya looked at him with disdain and said, "You're still afraid—you're truly a timid fellow!" Nonsense! When had my courage ever faltered? Anyone who knows me, Qin Feng, would surely raise their eyebrows in praise of my boldness. He immediately countered, "This isn't about timidity. It's about knowing full well we're striking a stone against an egg—yet still charging forward. Isn't that the behavior of a fool?" "You're just timid," the beautiful woman said, not giving him any face. "I'm amazed," he continued analyzing, "Qingya, think about this: we charge forward blindly, and at least eight out of ten times, we'll be killed by the other side. Even if Guo Quin gets a glimpse of the situation, the crisis in the cultivation world remains unresolved. We'd lose our lives, and then more cultivation practitioners would follow. Is that really worth it?" "You're truly timid!" "Qin grew furious: "Isn't it just about giving your all? Don't you dare be afraid—what's there to fear when I'm already scared? Let's go right now!" Qingya smiled: "The pressure tactic truly works—you yourself called that a death sentence!" "What exactly do you mean?" Qin was truly incensed. The woman waved her hand: "My point is, since we can't hold our own, we need to come up with a clever strategy. You're not known for being smart? Don't you often come up with brilliant ideas? Just think of one!" Qin was so ready to give up—he never thought people would treat him this way. Wasn't it supposed to be straightforward? Wasn't it supposed to be a matter of just being honest and facing the consequences? He sighed irritably: "I'm completely baffled—I can't seem to come up with anything!" "Alright, alright—don't you men have a bit of sea-like breadth in your chests?" the woman said with a graceful tone. You're nothing like the sea—you're a sea of seas, all of your family. His face darkened: "To be honest, I really don't have any good ideas. After all, he's a top-tier cultivator—how difficult it would be to set a trap for someone like him!" The beautiful woman persisted: "Then just think quickly! Give yourself one hour. If you still can't come up with anything, we'll have to fight him face to face. Don't tell me you didn't warn me—what about your beautiful girlfriends if you die?" Indeed, those words struck at Qin's core. He furrowed his brows, punched the ground hard, and snorted, "Rest assured. For the people I deeply love, I'll definitely defeat the peak-level cultivator!" With that, he vanished in a flash, stepping out of the small stele. Qingya called out with growing irritation: "Hey! You heartless little spirit-soul, take me out too! I'm not your prisoner—why do you keep locking me up? Spirit-soul, come back already!" Qin didn't bother with her at all. The very first thing he did once he stepped outside was to find Lin Caiwei. Lin Meiyuan was conducting research in the secret laboratory of Da Qin Group. She was highly skilled in alchemy and had an intimate knowledge of herbs comparable to Hou Bao's, so Hou Bao had specially designated a space for her to carry out her experiments. "Husband, how did you happen to come over?" Lin Meiyuan greeted him with a smile. Qin Shao gave a calm smile and said, "Wivi, have you thoroughly studied the alchemical treatises I gave you?" Lin Meiyuan nodded. "I've gone through them all. Why are you asking now? Is it because the elixirs are running out? Then I'll immediately prepare some for you!" "Not the elixirs," he said in a steady tone. "I'm wondering—have any of these been developed specifically to counteract cultivators? For instance, poisons, or remedies that cause madness and loss of self-control—anything designed to affect humans would do." Lin Meiyuan's expression changed slightly, and Qin Shao, somewhat disappointed, replied, "None of that, have there? That's a pity. I'll have to think of other solutions." "Having said that, he turned to leave. "Yes," Lin Beauty caught his arm and said, "there is, but I've never actually tried making them. After all, they're things that tend to harm people—so I can't guarantee success. The process of crafting them is quite different from that of making pills or elixirs!" Qin Shao was delighted, and kissed her forehead, saying, "This is very important. Start right away—don't hesitate or feel any pressure. This time, I'm dealing with a truly heinous demon, one whose survival would leave not only you and me, but many others, deeply unsettled!" "Understood. I'll begin right away," Lin Beauty nodded, of course fully trusting Qin Feng's words. ... A solitary cultivator, caught by a True Master at the peak of his attainment, had always believed he would surely perish upon meeting this demon. After all, it was a death—why not face it with courage and dignity, rather than fade away in resignation? He ranted, "Peak True Immortal! We were so kind to recommend you as our Grand Master and even promised to help you build palaces for the Xiao Yao Sect. Yet you treat us this way! You're nothing short of a pig or a dog! I'll make sure to haunt you even after I die—my descendants will surely seek revenge against you, dismembering you completely. The cultivation world won't let you off, nor will the Oversight Bureau. You rotten creature, go on—do something now!" With that, he prepared to die, delivering a passionate speech and venting his fury with great satisfaction. "The man with the beard?" The other was taken aback. "That's the one who presented his artifact to me in public, the one who later urged you to flee." The immortal gritted his teeth, saying, "As long as you tell me all about him, you may leave—promise me you'll be safe!" The man's heart sank instantly. He didn't recognize him at all. Yet the immortal's words were clear: only by giving a satisfactory answer could he ensure his safety. If he admitted ignorance, he might well be killed. He quickly devised a lie: "His name is Hu Si. Feng Qin is a name he invented. He's a freelance practitioner, often active in the southwestern region of the Chinese realm. It's said he has accumulated many valuable treasures there—certainly, he's still in that area now!" The immortal frowned. "You're telling the truth!" "Absolutely true," the man insisted firmly. "Then you may go," the immortal said, and surprisingly, he believed him. He was overjoyed—thankfully, he had remained composed, thus narrowly avoiding disaster. What a commendable achievement! He would surely find a quiet spot soon and treat himself to a few cups of tea. Crackle… A lightning bolt struck him. As he lay dying, he turned and asked, “Why…?” The True Master set down his artifact and scoffed, “You had been so vigorous in your complaints just now—shouldn’t you have deserved some reprimand?”