While chasing for a while, the leading figure, the True Person at the Peak, showed no sign of slowing down and was actually growing farther and farther away. This girl isn't just thrifty—she's also quite sparing with her life, or perhaps more accurately, she's rather timid. Of course, when it comes to dealing with lower-tier cultivators, her courage is quite solid. A large lake appears directly ahead, shimmering under the lingering glow of the sunset. Plunged into the water with a splash—*plop*—the peak cultivator dives headfirst, sending up several meters of white water spray and creating ripples that spread outward. "Unfortunate," Qin Feng said gravely. "It seems that the person intends to use cold water to detoxify." "Will it work?" Qingya asked. "I'm not sure," he shook his head. "As always, the Magistrate might as well try it herself—we'll then have firsthand evidence!" The woman stared at him with profound admiration, then gently uttered a particularly respectful word: "Roll!" "Qin was indeed very obedient. He stepped onto the lake surface with his flying sword, rolled over, and said, "The deepest part of the lake is over forty meters deep—quite difficult to locate that person. Oh, by the way, you have some high-tech equipment, don't you? Show it off and use it!" Qingya shook her head and replied, "That artifact has a circular deviation of three kilometers, so it can't provide precise positioning. We should still go down and search." "Then you go first," Qin said with a cheerful smile. "Actually, it's you who should go first," Qingya said, being unusually polite to him. "I strongly request that my superior go first," he insisted, making a clear gesture of invitation. "I command you to go down first," the woman said, frowning slightly. "I beg you..." "If you don't go down and keep hesitating, I'll personally give you a good scolding!" "Understood," Qin said formally, bowing to her with a military salute, then executing a graceful somersault and diving smoothly into the water. Plonk... Diving emphasizes minimizing water splashes. No doubt, Qin's performance is excellent—should he compete at the Olympic Games, he'd surely win several medals. As the ripples fade, Qingya doesn't move to descend. She folds her hands over her chest, smiling to herself: "Having a companion is a blessing, yet I'm always called upon to do the heavy lifting—dive into the water, that is, a task far less suited to women. Honestly, I have no intention of going down there!" Should Qin know he'd been outmaneuvered, he'd surely be furious. This large lake is much like other inland lakes in the country—its waters are severely polluted, and the surrounding air carries a distinct fishy, foul odor, let alone when one enters the water. Despite his sharp vision, he can only see clearly for about a hundred meters at most in this murky water. Besides fish and other aquatic life, the lake floor is covered with aquatic vegetation, human waste, and various debris, including several sunken ships. But where's the peak master? Where did he go off to? If he'd just been drowned, that would have been perfect—then I could pack up and head home, and spend my time watching those foam-filled dramas with the girls instead of staying here. Deep in the lake, at the very bottom, the ever-living one is clutching a stone, drinking water in large, steady gulps. Yes, drinking water. It's well known that lake water doesn't get cleaner as depth increases—on the contrary, the water near the lakebed, full of silt, grows dirtier. Yet he drinks it like nectar and soon fills his belly completely. Then, jets of water shoot out from both his crotch and his bladder, allowing both his lower body and his bladder to spray water simultaneously—a skill not everyone can master. This phenomenon fundamentally reveals a crucial question! The ever-living one is truly magnificent. He drank vigorously with his mouth while forcefully spraying water from below. The strong jet of water surged so powerfully that it dislodged numerous muddy debris settled at the lake bottom, making the surrounding water increasingly turbid. That's why Qin was having such a hard time finding him—even standing ten meters away, one couldn't clearly see the situation beneath the murky water. Truly impressive for a peak-level master; he was using such a method to expel toxins from his body. As the old saying goes: "When heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon a person, it first tests their willpower and exhausts their physical strength." Finally, the water had become so thick and muddy that it was almost like sludge, and only then did he calmly shift his position. Huff. Qin leapt out of the water and came to Qingya, who had been hovering at a distance. "The situation down there is incredibly complex," he said. "I've done my best, but I simply can't locate anyone!" "Useless," the beautiful woman remarked frankly. "Then why don't you go down and check?" "He said with an expression of displeasure, 'If you can bring the immortal one here, I'll guarantee to kill him—will that work?' 'Can you at least say something useful?' the beautiful woman replied, growing a bit irritated. Qin was about to argue with her when suddenly he spotted an old, dilapidated cottage by the lake—clearly long abandoned by its owner. He immediately had an idea and smiled brightly, saying, 'My lord, how about we stage another performance? As long as nothing goes wrong during the play, I promise the immortal one will be dead by the end of it!' 'How so?' Qingya asked with genuine interest. He grinned even wider, 'Simple—let you play the role of the child's mother, and I'll be the father. Then we...' 'Wait a moment—what child? What child exactly?' the woman interrupted, her eyes wide. Qin shrugged, 'The child is entirely fictional—just create a pretend one. The point is, we ourselves are the ones who will be playing the roles of...' 'Why do we need to invent a child? What exactly do you mean?' "The lady has the virtue of asking relentless questions until she gets to the bottom of things." "It's not about the child—it's about us. We're acting like spouses..." "Wait a minute—first, let me clarify the child!" Good heavens, Qin Shao had never before felt such difficulty communicating with someone who's physically attractive but mentally unresponsive. Why must you keep getting tangled in peripheral details? Just listen to me finish my point—will you die? It's clear that Qingya is genuinely stuck on the child. Why, with a child now, should you automatically be considered the child's father?