Lei Feng insisted on launching the attack, but Mei Li once again held him back: "Major Lei, what's the hurry?" Qingya interjected from the side, humming, "Major, stop talking to her—clearly, she's delaying. She might have already sent out a distress signal, with more demonic forces en route." "If you say that, then you've truly misunderstood me," the beautiful demoness pleaded, adopting a pitiful expression. "I'm not someone who hesitates. Honestly, as soon as you were over a hundred kilometers away, I sensed it. At that point, either sending reinforcements or retreating would have been the best options. Yet I didn't choose either—proving I'm not afraid of you. On the contrary, it's you who are eager to settle this matter now. Are you afraid of losing?" "Qingya wasn't satisfied and was about to argue her point. Meili giggled and said, "It's clear that someone in a leadership position has real determination—I deeply admire that. Actually, I have just one question: are you a cultivator or a celestial being?" The elder frowned slightly, "As the Director, I'm certainly a celestial being. I'm more than capable of handling a general-level demonic warrior like you." "Oh, really? Then, could you tell me—do you hold the rank of a Supreme Immortal, a Spiritual Immortal, a Supreme Spiritual Immortal, or a Great Lotus Golden Immortal?" she asked, blinking her eyes. Qin Shao muttered, "We clearly agreed on just one question—now we're on our second one. Demons truly don't keep their word." Lei Feng flushed, "What does it matter to you? As long as you know you've died at the hands of a celestial being, that's enough. What more could you possibly want?" "Giggling, giggling," Meili said, "to die at the hands of a celestial being is truly a privilege for me!" The beautiful demon woman laughed even more freely. Qin Feng "Qingya replied, 'Because the Director is a True Immortal...' 'Well, a True Immortal is just a True Immortal—so why are you upset?' Qin Shao still didn't understand. Qingya spread her hands out. 'In the Heavenly Realm, immortals are ranked into five levels: True Immortals, Upper Immortals, Spirit Immortals, Supreme Immortals, and Great Lotus Golden Immortals. A True Immortal is actually the lowest rank—considered the least prestigious, barely making the cut.' "What else can we do? Let's get ready to escape," he replied. "The Director first lost his composure, then was pushed into a corner, then finally became thoroughly enraged. By the time we'd gone through three exchanges, the Director had lost all three battles." "Then what?" Qingya narrowed her eyes. Qin explained, "After losing three consecutive matches, I no longer have much hope for the upcoming fight, so..." "You dare to look down on the Director!" the beautiful Inspector exclaimed, her voice rising. Lei Feng was not only her immediate superior but also her great admiration—she naturally stood by her own people. He returned her gaze with a firm look. "What's wrong with this plan? Isn't it wise to be well-prepared?" The beautiful Inspector glanced at the Director, whose face had turned stern, and then wilted. She murmured, "Alright, if anything happens, you'd better step in promptly." It seemed she had also grown somewhat disappointed with Lei Feng. The two clashed. Though the elder was deeply resentful, he didn't want to be seen as treating a weak woman unfairly, so he kept his weapons hidden, merely summoning a magical artifact that circled around him. As for Mei Li, she extended her jade hand, and the luminous silver spear materialized in midair. She had no intention of being polite to the elder—she simply thrust it out, sending three beams of white light flying in a triangular formation. The elder chanted softly, and his artifact flashed with brilliant light, forming a net-like defensive wall before him. The three came to observe the battle, but Long Sha and the large crabs hadn't received their master's orders, so they remained quietly by the sidelines—useless as a result. Qin Shao gave a slight sigh: "Perhaps. But this is only the first move. To already declare victory so quickly—doesn't that seem a bit premature?" In fact, he had already noticed that the elder's blow of white light wasn't as effortless as he'd made it appear; only Qin Feng had caught the elder's involuntary upward curve of the lips. It was likely that he was holding on, struggling. The spirit seal gradually expanded in the air, radiating golden light, and suddenly took the form of an ancient seal, which was then hurled toward the beautiful magical being. "A mere trivial skill," said Mei Li, tossing casually a stone of irregular shape, and striking it precisely on the seal. "How dare you display it as if it were something grand? With such modest abilities, you dare to claim the title of immortal?" Boom… The seal instantly shattered, sending out a shockwave that whipped past people's faces like a sharp blade, cutting through with fierce intensity. "Magic race, you're not so arrogant—take one more move from me!" The elder was truly furious. Repeatedly being dismissed by his opponents had left him deeply embarrassed; he now had to secure her victory immediately. Reiwa found it hard to believe what had just happened, murmuring to herself, "Such a powerful spiritual seal was so easily broken. Is the magic race really that strong? And is it only a junior-level magic being, isn't it?" Qin gave her a withering look. "Heaven has its heavens, mountains have their mountains. Isn't it possible that the elder is the most outstanding? Honestly, if he's truly the best, then he must at least be a True Immortal—definitely a Grand Immortal, not just the lowest-ranked one." Isabella, who had remained silent until now, now wore a serious expression. "Let us expel the demon." The elder launched his second spiritual seal. The small charm rose into the sky, transforming into the translucent form of an ancient, powerful beast, opening its massive maw and No doubt about it, his spiritual seals were far more powerful than the incantations in Qin Shao's hands—so potent that even ancient beasts could transform themselves. Qin Shao stroked his chin, thinking how he might secure a batch from his uncle, or at least learn the method of creating the seals from him.