The three women opened their eyes and at the same time saw Qin Feng already ready with a picnic by the lake, smiling warmly as they walked toward him together. "Husband, you seem in such a good mood today," Shu Yajing asked. He chuckled and gestured toward the image projected into the air. The three women looked over and saw the image showing Qingya seated on a stone, healing. He Mei Qing smiled brightly: "Is it true the magical kingdom's leader has been defeated by the Inspector? That would indeed be wonderful news." She had assumed Qin was holding a celebration banquet to honor Qingya's victory, so she had expected Qingya to have triumphed. He shook his head: "No, she herself described it as a draw—neither winning nor losing. In my opinion, she must have lost. Brother is very pleased—she couldn't even win; I losing is quite understandable, heh heh." This was a classic case of self-deception, and upon hearing this, all three women simultaneously wiped their foreheads with a sense of relief. Roman shook his head. "Even Qingya isn't enough to match them—magical beings truly seem formidable. If more commanders, kings, or even divine and holy-level beings were to arrive, wouldn't humanity be completely at a loss?" "Perhaps. But currently, the most powerful magical beings we're facing are at the hero level." Qin Shao had a more open-minded perspective on this point. "Enemy strategies vary depending on the opponent. We have divine and holy-level magical beings, and we still have the celestial immortals and the Great Luo Golden Immortals. When it comes down to actual combat, it might not be a clear winner or loser either way." After a full meal and satisfying dinner, the three women continued their cultivation. He sighed and came out just in time to see Qingya finishing her healing. "Qin Feng, what's next?" she asked calmly. "Ask me," he replied, pointing to his nose with his thumb. "I'm just an employee, aren't I? You're the one in charge—you should be the one making the decisions." Qingya glanced at him and said, "I'm giving you a chance to show yourself. Go on, speak freely." Pah, you've only just realized now that you need to ask me—how dare you act so confident and say you're giving me an opportunity? I'm not taking it, I'm telling you. Though he thought this internally, he couldn't let it show. He pretended to be deep in thought, pausing for several seconds before saying, "I do have a plan, and it's absolutely effective. It's just a matter of whether the Inspector-General is willing to accept it." The beautiful woman raised her brows. "Is there anything I'm unwilling to do? Then hurry up and tell me." "He chuckled, saying, 'We'll split up. You'll keep the magical lord occupied while I take out his subordinates one by one until he's left with nothing but his title. Then, no matter how strong he is, what can he do? Can he build a forward base all by himself?' The woman brightened: 'That's a solid plan. Once you've dealt with his underlings, we can join forces to defeat the lord and wipe out the entire magical race.' 'Exactly,' he agreed. 'Then let's move quickly—don't let me down.' As she spoke, she turned and walked off. Qin then called after her, 'Wait a moment—I haven't finished yet! Listen to me finish, and then you can go. I'm going, I'm going—what's the point of flying so fast, all the while trying to impress anyone?' By the time he finished speaking, Qingya had already faded into a small black dot in his line of sight." With a helpless shrug, he murmured, "You won't listen to the elders—just wait and see, then. Is the demon lord really that easy to handle? If you don't follow my strategy, you'll surely get hit every time." He took off in another direction, launching a small nuclear missile straight at the giant beetle, obliterating it halfway, then finishing it off with his flying sword. He repeated the same tactics, eliminating seven flying beetles within an hour. Yet all the credit went to the local army, who proudly claimed they had brought down the beetles with their artillery and missiles—though as for the smooth, clean cuts on their heads, they left it to the audience to guess. Outside the city, Qingya was struggling fiercely against the demon lord. Having used up all her portable artifacts from the previous battle, she found it hard to gain the upper hand. Her repeated attacks of spiritual energy were easily deflected by the demon lord. She slightly regretted it, wishing she had been less eager to leap into battle from the start. In fact, when she had left, Qin Shao had wanted to remind her of just this point—merely to drag the opponent out would suffice; there was no need to charge straight into a fight. But now, the situation had become a stalemate, and retreating was proving immensely difficult. The magical kingdom's leader grew increasingly agitated, as he received consecutive distress signals from his subordinates—clearly, Qin Feng had launched a surprise assault on them, while he himself was pinned down and unable to free himself. If this continued, his subordinates would soon be wiped out, and he would have no way to explain it to the people in the heartlands of the magical realm. Precisely because of this mounting frustration, his combat effectiveness had significantly diminished; otherwise, Qingya would not have managed to hold on this long. Nevertheless, the number of major defeats was mounting steadily, and in this way, the people of the affected nations were beginning to see a glimmer of hope. Qin Shaozheng was in the midst of enthusiastically slaughtering the demonic race when he suddenly received a call from the beautiful Inspector. He was first taken aback, then chuckled, saying, "Has the sun risen from the west? Are you finally making the move to contact me?" Qingya sighed irritably, "My spiritual energy is nearly depleted—please come and assist me at once." "Assist? How exactly?" he said seriously. "I can't even match that big fellow. If I go, won't I just be setting myself up for death? Just hold on a bit longer, and I'll manage to eliminate a few more cockroaches here." "Stop talking and come right away," the beautiful inspector said with rising frustration. "If you don't come, I'll be forced to get into your little cauldron—my patience is truly running out. If you dare to stay put, I'll—well, I'll—" "What will you do? Is this the tone one should use when asking for help?" he deliberately drew out each word. Qingya was truly furious, yet utterly helpless—after all, she had actually managed to get herself before the person in question. Faced with the choice between taking a beating or making it out unscathed, she was certain to choose the latter. Therefore, she would have to pay a price. With gritted teeth, she said, "Qin Feng, I urgently request that you come and assist me—I'm truly beginning to lose my strength." "Assistance is fine," he began haggling, "but what benefits do you have to offer?" He didn't want to miss such a golden opportunity. "Wooow…" Qingya was on the verge of tears. Honestly, wasn't it enough that I fought the demon lord for you? Yet you still haven't given me any reward—now, just as I turn around, you're demanding more. How utterly ungenerous!