When Qin Feng came to visit Lin Caivéi for the second time, she had already prepared three kinds of poisons—each capable of causing unconsciousness, mania, or death. With great care, she carefully placed each poison into separate bottles, her delicate face expressing a look that words could hardly convey. Knowing that this was her first time preparing poisons, Qin, the young noble, could still sense that she had not yet fully overcome her inner hesitation. "Which of these must be taken orally to be effective?" he asked. Lin Caivéi replied, "Except for the one that causes death, the other two can be transmitted through the air—once sufficient inhalation occurs, symptoms will manifest." She then produced another bottle and said, "This is the antidote, though it only works against the latter two." Thus, the one that causes death, once ingested, would prove incurable even for a god. "Understood. I'll go first." He picked up the poisons and turned to leave. "Husband, be careful." "Lin, I'd like to remind you," said the beautiful woman. "Got it!" Half an hour later, in the outskirts of the city. Qingya stretched her arms and finally regained her freedom. Though the air here was heavily polluted, her happiness outweighed the inconvenience, and she took several deep breaths. Qin, sipping his drink, said, "I'm not saying I don't want to give you freedom—I'm just saying your injury hasn't healed yet. You need to understand that I'm doing this out of good intentions!" "Pah," the woman replied, giving him a withering look. "You're just afraid I'll take revenge, especially if I target people close to you. So you're holding me back out of concern. Is that really the kind of person I am?" "Of course not," he insisted. "Among all the women I've met, Qingya, the Inspector, is the most genuinely kind and generous!" The woman smiled brightly, then changed the subject. "Qin Feng, if I truly were to harm one of your girlfriends, what would you do?" "He turned pale and said coldly, 'You'd better not have that idea. Brother's carrying poison—should you find yourself uncomfortable, I'll make sure you'll regret it for the rest of your life!' 'Hmph, just a joke, why take it so seriously?' Qingya huffed. Qin Feng didn't pursue the topic further. He said, 'Now I've already figured out how to deal with the Peak True Person. My next task is to get him out of the shadows...' Qingya interrupted, 'You've been staring at me like that all along—aren't you planning on making me the bait?' Qin, not at all respectful, nodded firmly, 'Your intuition is spot on—truly!' 'Me?' The beautiful woman raised an eyebrow. 'This absolutely won't do. I'm the Inspector General. How can I be the bait? You're the one who did it last time—successfully lured the immortal out of the hotel. This time, it's your turn!' 'Are you negotiating with me now?' "Qin Sha chuckled softly: 'Last time I was the bait, since you were the primary attacker. This time, it's my turn to be the main attacker, so you'll be the bait!' He waved his small bottle in the air and continued, 'Do you know how to use the poison? Of course you don't. So stop wasting time—being the bait is a major responsibility. I'm placing you in this role because I truly value your abilities. But I must remind you: absolutely don't let any signs show, or else the whole plan will fall apart!' Qingya wasn't entirely satisfied, yet she had no choice but to follow Qin Sha's instructions. The two of them used various methods to spread the word, claiming they were going to jointly defeat the Peak True Immortal. 'If you're truly worthy,' they said, 'then you must appear immediately and face us directly.' Soon, the Peak True Immortal received the news. As the saying goes, 'The older one grows, the wiser; the more experienced, the more alert.' Having lived nearly five hundred years, he immediately sensed this might be a trap. After all, neither Qingya nor Qin Feng was his match, and both were clearly sharp-minded—how So, he decided to hold his ground, investigate the situation thoroughly before making any move. As Qin Feng had anticipated, the eternal one indeed hadn't been fooled—proving once and for all the critical importance of a well-placed decoy. This outcome only deepened Qingya's sense of despair. She flew through the air, scanning the area where the peak immortals were active, occasionally summoning lightning bolts to strike the ground or mountain stones. The eternal one had hidden within a cave, carefully observing, confident that there was no immediate threat. After all, it was his own territory—his opponents couldn't have set any traps. Moreover, he faced only Qingya as the direct challenge; even if Qin Feng were nearby, the combined strength of the two still wouldn't match his. After a moment's thoughtful pause, he soared into the sky. "You're really here, the eternal one," Qingya said, her face flushed with anger, gritting her teeth. "You vile, unrepentant demon—today, as the Inspector, I shall surely claim your life!" "The Immortal Who Never Dies burst into laughter," "My dear, it's not that I hold you in low esteem. Are you really my opponent? Or have you recently had some extraordinary fortune, or obtained a superior artifact? Don't be ridiculous—your last injury hasn't even fully healed yet!" "Then let's find out," Qingya immediately launched an attack, holding one artifact in each hand, sending ice spears and boulders flying toward her enemies. The Immortal Who Never Dies laughed again, "Overconfident! It seems the previous battle didn't leave you with any sense of caution—my fault, then. Today, I'm certain I'll make good on that mistake. You won't escape my grasp!" As he spoke, he activated a shield of spiritual energy, deflecting all attacks, then calmly produced a "spear." Qingya reacted swiftly—upon seeing the spear, she immediately turned and fled, her speed instantly reaching its peak. The immortal one was stunned, cursing, "How could this girl have fled? Can you even manage to run? No matter how far I chase—whether to the ends of the earth—I'll catch you and make you my plaything!" With that, he launched himself into the sky on his flying sword, pursuing her. Though the distance between them grew, he didn't mind, for he firmly believed that, with his deep reserves of spiritual energy, he would eventually catch up to Qingya. Hundreds of kilometers away, in the valley he had taken from Panyi, Qin Shao had already made preparations. Lin Caivie's mother had long since been transferred to a safe location, and the valley now stood empty. From afar, Qingya spotted him, his feet planted on the flying sword, hovering above the mist, and called out loudly, "Qin Feng, I'm no match for the immortal—come and help me!" Qin Shao, not at all gracious, shook his head, "I can't even hold my own against him. I told you not to bother him, yet you wouldn't listen. Now here we are!" "Then what shall we do now?" asked the beautiful Inspector, her tone urgent. He pointed downward and said, "We'll hide in the valley. Anyone unfamiliar with the specific route won't be able to pass through the mist array—it's very secure!" "Very well," Qingya nodded. Upon seeing the two vanish into the mist, the Peak Master smiled to himself, saying, "A mere mist array? How could it possibly hold me, the head of this alliance? You must be thinking too highly of it. Let me see how I unravel this."