While Qin Feng was about to leave the small pavilion, Lu Man suddenly grabbed his arm and said, "That tall fellow—over three meters—seems quite impressive. You must be careful, my love!" "Don't worry," he smiled, gently kissing her on the cheek and also lightly pecking at the cheeks of He Muqing and Shu Yajing. "The fairy king was furious. His mission was to establish a forward base so that more of his people could come over. He had planned to carry out this quietly, without disruption during construction, and then strike the humans unexpectedly once reinforcements arrived safely. Yet he still couldn't figure out how the news had leaked—how so secret, yet so precisely, the nearly completed structure had been destroyed." What stung him most was the staggering number of casualties among his subordinates—his very favorite steed had not escaped either. In his heart, he vowed to wipe out every human in the vicinity, to avenge the fallen. Hmph. A cold breeze blew through, and without realizing it, he lifted his eyelids to see a bright-eyed youth, barefoot and clad in an ancient, elegant long sword, smiling with deep intent. The youth’s smile carried a clear air of disdain. "Who are you?" the leader demanded, his surrounding giant cockroaches bristling with alertness, ready to launch an immediate assault at a single command. The young man chuckled softly, "I'm the very person you've been searching for. And who *are* you?" The magical lord studied him carefully, "You're human, yet neither of the three noble lineages—Wu Ling, Bloodline, nor Wolf People—seem to claim you. What then, is your true identity?" "I'm a Daoist cultivator from the Huaxia realm—how could you not know?" Qin lightly blinked. To his surprise, this guy actually didn't know—it was true that thousands of years ago, the shamans, the bloodline elves, and the werewolves had been sent to Earth as pioneers, and yet they had never reestablished contact with their home bases. So naturally, they had no idea about human affairs. "Immortals," the leader stammered. "What are immortals?" "You're the thing, you're the actual thing! Your whole family is all things!" Qin scolded. "I've just asked you a question, and you haven't answered it yet. Didn't your mother teach you when you were young to be polite?" The leader's face darkened. "My name is Scottie, a renowned warrior among the magical race. I'm from the Chinese immortal tradition. And who exactly are you?" Qin held himself with pride. "Listen closely—I'm Qin Feng, the honest, reliable, charming young man known for being universally loved, admired by everyone, and making even women smile when they see me. Make sure you remember that!" "It's obvious that this big guy isn't very smart. Stop all the fancy talk—what about the young lord, the blossoms in full bloom, the cheerful laughter, the sunny and handsome demeanor? What exactly do you want to say?" "I don't understand," he replied. "What I mean is that I'm a real powerhouse—usually, when enemies see me, they kneel and bow, apologizing for their mistakes. Of course, many others just choose to commit suicide upon seeing me. I recommend you go with the latter. You're so plain-looking, how can you possibly stand up to me? Just commit suicide. Don't worry—I'll build you a decent tomb after you're gone!" The demon lord's face turned instantly green. He barked, "You're too arrogant! With all due respect, you expect me to kneel and bow? Very well—today, I'll first knock you to your knees, then kill you, and I'll also build you a fine tomb!" "Wait—my point hasn't even been fully expressed yet. Don't rush to act." "Qin, smiled lightly. "Well, actually, I do have a question for you." The other person blustered, "Exactly how did you manage to kill my subordinates? Why did they show absolutely no resistance in front of you?" Man, Qin thought internally, wasn't it *my* turn to raise a question? It seems your mother simply never taught you how to be polite when you were young. How could I be anything but generous? "Were your subordinates particularly skilled?" he said with a casual tone. "Killing them wasn't even a challenge for me. Honestly, I used nothing but the most common weapons and tactics in human warfare. It's not that I'm particularly outstanding—it's simply that they were too weak. Got it?" The leader's green face turned crimson, his cheeks flushed with indignation: "You're lying! My subordinates are all top-tier talents—absolutely no way would they have been easily killed. You're making it up!" Qin Shao spread his hands. "On Earth, we have a saying: 'Facts speak louder than arguments.' You may praise your troops as unbeatable, even claim they're invincible in the universe, but the reality is—they died at my hands. That's the fact. I've already answered your questions. Now it's your turn to respond!" Though deeply annoyed and unconvinced, the leader managed to hold his ground: "Go on, ask me anything!" Qin Shao said seriously, "By the way, what's your name?" "Oh," the leader blinked, puzzled by the meaning of the question. "Well, this one's simply too difficult for you. Let's try something simpler instead." Qin lightly waved his hand, saying, "You mentioned yourself as a magical realm warrior. Then, among the magical beings, are you a top-tier master, or merely mid-level? Or is there, besides the title of warrior, a hierarchy of ranks?" The other replied with pride, "Of course, I'm not the most accomplished. There are four ranks above me—general, royal, divine, and holy—within the magical realm. When these true masters gather on Earth, you humans will have no choice but to submit!" I wiped my brow—so there are four ranks above him! That means, no matter what, he's going to have to fight his entire life to prevent their reinforcements from arriving. Qin's eyes twinkled. If that's the case, then this person is merely an ordinary figure in the magical realm. Then, why be polite? Let's just eliminate him first. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. As the thought of killing him formed in his mind, his gaze naturally shifted. This subtle shift was noticed by the leader across from him, who immediately drew his large sword suspended at his waist and declared with conviction, "Humans, let us face off directly! I'd like to see just what extraordinary abilities your Huaxia cultivators possess!" Indeed, quite the amount of formalities—how did he suddenly become so polite? Since he wasn't willing to extend any courtesy, Qin Feng naturally didn't bother to adopt a proper stance before engaging; instead, he simply crushed the talismans he had prepared in advance.